Under the Pale
Autumn Moon
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The taxi drove away, it's taillight
illuminating the road from which he stood. His black hair cascaded
down his back in a loose ponytail. His violet eyes lifted from the
ground and up towards the large house that he was to be staying in.
His cousin, Sango, had invited him to live with her after the
accident.
It was early morning, about four in the morning,
according to his watch. He shrugged, since there was no use in waking
them up so that he can just go and sleep. He picked up his two
suitcases, filled with the belongings. One was just his clothes, the
other one...it just had things that he couldn't bare to part.
Mementos of his pack-rat life.
He walked up the stone pathway
and onto the porch, he jiggled the handle: locked. Figures, Sango was
always so protective. He sat himself in a little lawn chair. He could
be rude, but he wasn't mean enough to wake his cousin from sleep,
after she'd been so kind as to invite him into her home.
The
house was huge; it looked to be at least three stories. No wonder she
wanted company, he did know that she had maids and servants but he
believed that she was the only resident. The workers slept in the
servant quarters, he supposed.
He sighed, Sango was lucky,
having been born into a rich family, she never had to worry about the
hardships he faced, and the hardships he would have faced if she
hadn't taken him in.
He brushed his black hair from his face
and stared off the porch and into the forest pointed east of the
house. It seemed dark, sad, lonely and jaded.
He continued to
stare at the forest before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
He
awoke about two hours later when something hard hit him in the face.
He jumped straight into the air and looked around for his
offender.
A little boy holding a newspaper stood staring up at
him.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he growled at
the boy. The boy stood up on his full three feet height, if not
smaller, and whacked him in the shins with the newspaper, "God
damn it, what are you doing?"
The boy stuck out his
tongue and continued to whack him, "You're a peeping tom,
spying on Sango-Sama, get your rump of our property, you
bum!"
Suddenly, the front door opened and a woman with
long black hair, held up in a loose ponytail, came strolling out. She
stopped when she noticed the two boys yelling and whacking each
other.
She smiled, "Shippou, what are you doing?"
The
auburn haired boy looked up with triumphant eyes, "I was getting
rid of the peeping tom!"
Sango raised an eyebrow at the
'peeping tom', he stared back, and suddenly Sango broke into a grin
and flung herself around his shoulders, "Inuyasha it's been so
long!"
Inuyasha shot a glare at Shippou before patting
Sango's back, "Yeah, it has."
Sango pulled away and
stared dragging Inuyasha indoors, "Shippou, carry his stuff up
to the guestroom, it will be his room from now on."
Shippou
stared dumbfounded, "But he's the peeping tom!"
Sango
walked down the halls with Inuyasha, "So how have you been
Inuyasha?"
"Fine, I guess," Inuyasha looked
away out windows, around the walls, that sort of stuff.
"I
hope we didn't keep you waiting," Sango smiled as she climbed
the staircase.
"Well I got here at four, but I didn't
want to wake you up so..."
Sango smiled and rubbed
Inuyasha's head like he was a dog; "You're so sweet, looking
out for others, now let's see, where is that guestroom?"
Sango's
face suddenly turned dark and her eyebrow began to twitch. She
reached for the closest thing she could find, a broom, and started to
whack a man who was holding her butt.
Inuyasha looked stupidly
as his cousin bashed this man who was obviously touching her.
Sango
straightened up happily as soon as she was done, dusting off her
hands she cast a sidelong glance at him, "Inuyasha, this is my
cook, Miroku, Miroku, this is my cousin, Inuyasha, touch me again and
I'll have him kick your ass."
Inuyasha looked briefly at
the unconscious Miroku, "Sango, I think he's dead."
"Good."
Sango dusted off her hands as if killing an innocent bystander was
dirty work, "Shall I show you to your room then?"
