HOLY SHISHKABOBS!!!!! (I'd swear- but I'm not going to up a rating until I
get to the part that I need to)
I looked at my enhanced statistics just a minute ago and I ALMOST FAINTED!!!!!! 112 VEWS!!! 112!!!!!! *faints* Thank you all! For THAT- I'm going to update chapter three once it;s written, thank you all! *crys*
Disclaimer in other chapter.
"Midori!" A voice yelled outside from a window. A red haired man- looking to only be about seventeen or eighteen- had stuck his head out of the window from his house as he watched a little black haired girl sitting in the grass look up from her dolls.
"Wha'-? Oh I'm coming Daddy!" she grinned widely and grabbed her two dolls, running on little legs up the back steps into the small ranch-style house. She opened the door and walked in, setting her dolls down gently, she wiped the grass off her overalls and took off her shoes.
"Hi sweetie," Kurama said, picking up his daughter and kissing the top of her head and softly wiping off the rest of the grass she had missed. "Dinner's ready," he said, setting her down at the little table they had in their kitchen. As they ate their meal, Midori set down her fork.
"Daddy, am I weird?" Kurama looked at hs daughter in surpirse.
"No, why would you say that?" Kurama asked, concerned.
"Becausea girl named Hermione* at daycare told me that I'm weird because I don't have a mommy. Why don't I have a mommy?" she asked innocently."You'll know when you're older. For now just eat your broccoli." He said, desperate to change the subject. Midori blinked. Daddy almost always told her the answers to her questions... and this one was *really* important.
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That night, after he had put Midori to bed, Kurama was rifling through some of his old things, and one in particular- a peice of paper that he had hidden for the past two years- caught his gaze and he sighed, putting his hand up to head, rubbing his temples. When Midori was a year old he had written this- he promised himself he would return home once his ningen self had turned twenty. That was in one month.
And he still wasn't sure if he could do it. Return back home with Midori.... After just *leaving* them. What was he thinking, writing thi-
"Daddy?" a soft voice spoke up, interrupting his thoughts, and he looked up to see Midori, sniffling and clutching her baby blanket.
"Bad dream again?" he asked her, giving her a reassuring smile as she nodded, eyes shining with with unshed tears. "Come here," he said gently, holding her in his arms and softly stroking her soft hair. She eventually fell asleep and he layed her down on the bed, next to where he usually slept. Then he put his papers on his bedside table and turned off the light- not bothering to set his alarm, tomorrow was Saturday.
'Maybe we should go back.... Maybe Hiei won't be there....' Kurama's thoughts troubled him as he slept.
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Four months later, Kurama was packing up the rest of the items that he hadn't packed yet- due to the fact that they had needed them for the past two weeks.
After selling his house he used up a good amount of the fortune he had to get all of the furniture and boxes shipped overseas to Japan. He was finally going home. Midori and Kurama each had a suitcase packed for the things they would need for two or three weeks- necessities only. Which of course included Midori's favorite stuffed animal and baby blanket.
Kurama grabbed Midori up from her napping place and put her in his car, not waking her. Everything was packed up, everything was taken are of. The only thing left to do was to go to the Airport... and go home.
Name Midori- it means green- he named her that for her eyes.
*Hermione= the SEQUEL to this is going to be a Harry Potter crossover, but NO WORRIES. No more HP references. It's all YYH from here on out.
Besides- i needed a good british name to use for a girl at her pre- school/daycare.
I looked at my enhanced statistics just a minute ago and I ALMOST FAINTED!!!!!! 112 VEWS!!! 112!!!!!! *faints* Thank you all! For THAT- I'm going to update chapter three once it;s written, thank you all! *crys*
Disclaimer in other chapter.
"Midori!" A voice yelled outside from a window. A red haired man- looking to only be about seventeen or eighteen- had stuck his head out of the window from his house as he watched a little black haired girl sitting in the grass look up from her dolls.
"Wha'-? Oh I'm coming Daddy!" she grinned widely and grabbed her two dolls, running on little legs up the back steps into the small ranch-style house. She opened the door and walked in, setting her dolls down gently, she wiped the grass off her overalls and took off her shoes.
"Hi sweetie," Kurama said, picking up his daughter and kissing the top of her head and softly wiping off the rest of the grass she had missed. "Dinner's ready," he said, setting her down at the little table they had in their kitchen. As they ate their meal, Midori set down her fork.
"Daddy, am I weird?" Kurama looked at hs daughter in surpirse.
"No, why would you say that?" Kurama asked, concerned.
"Becausea girl named Hermione* at daycare told me that I'm weird because I don't have a mommy. Why don't I have a mommy?" she asked innocently."You'll know when you're older. For now just eat your broccoli." He said, desperate to change the subject. Midori blinked. Daddy almost always told her the answers to her questions... and this one was *really* important.
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That night, after he had put Midori to bed, Kurama was rifling through some of his old things, and one in particular- a peice of paper that he had hidden for the past two years- caught his gaze and he sighed, putting his hand up to head, rubbing his temples. When Midori was a year old he had written this- he promised himself he would return home once his ningen self had turned twenty. That was in one month.
And he still wasn't sure if he could do it. Return back home with Midori.... After just *leaving* them. What was he thinking, writing thi-
"Daddy?" a soft voice spoke up, interrupting his thoughts, and he looked up to see Midori, sniffling and clutching her baby blanket.
"Bad dream again?" he asked her, giving her a reassuring smile as she nodded, eyes shining with with unshed tears. "Come here," he said gently, holding her in his arms and softly stroking her soft hair. She eventually fell asleep and he layed her down on the bed, next to where he usually slept. Then he put his papers on his bedside table and turned off the light- not bothering to set his alarm, tomorrow was Saturday.
'Maybe we should go back.... Maybe Hiei won't be there....' Kurama's thoughts troubled him as he slept.
----------------------------~*~*~*~----------------------------
Four months later, Kurama was packing up the rest of the items that he hadn't packed yet- due to the fact that they had needed them for the past two weeks.
After selling his house he used up a good amount of the fortune he had to get all of the furniture and boxes shipped overseas to Japan. He was finally going home. Midori and Kurama each had a suitcase packed for the things they would need for two or three weeks- necessities only. Which of course included Midori's favorite stuffed animal and baby blanket.
Kurama grabbed Midori up from her napping place and put her in his car, not waking her. Everything was packed up, everything was taken are of. The only thing left to do was to go to the Airport... and go home.
Name Midori- it means green- he named her that for her eyes.
*Hermione= the SEQUEL to this is going to be a Harry Potter crossover, but NO WORRIES. No more HP references. It's all YYH from here on out.
Besides- i needed a good british name to use for a girl at her pre- school/daycare.