Hi everyone! This is my first fic. Please be gentle with the criticism.
I only just recently became an Inuyasha fan and I really don't know too
much about the entire series. I live on a tiny island in the Caribbean and
I just figured I'd give this a try.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. All I own is a picture of Inuyasha and Miroku shirtless and I if I am sued I will fight tooth and nail to keep it in my possession. Sigh, I am obsessed I know, but I really can't help it.
Releasing her love
Author: Ghetto Roots
Chapter One: Call me Tamikale * * *
"Isn't the ramen ready yet?" Inuyasha demanded. "I'm getting hungrier by the minute."
"Well maybe if you helped out a little it might be ready faster!" Kagome snapped back.
Ignoring Kagome and Inuyasha, Shippo searched through Kagome's back looking for sweets while Kirara toyed with a twig. Sango sat polishing her boomerang occasionally stopping to slap Miroku who couldn't seem to keep his hands away from her butt. Such was a regular afternoon among their group.
When the ramen was finally ready, everyone sat down to eat. The only sounds that could be heard besides all the munching was an occasional slap, a scream "Hentai!" and the thud of a body smacking into the ground.
"I wonder Houshi-sama, if maybe, just maybe, you could stop sexually harassing me for at least an hour," Sango told the lecherous monk angrily. I'd like to have a peaceful nap."
"Lady Sango you have my word that I shall do my very best to refrain from causing you any discomfort while you rest. However I'm afraid that I can't guarantee that my hands will stay away from your luscious."
He stopped when he saw Sango reaching for her boomerang and instead he excused himself saying that he was going to get a drink from a nearby stream. Sango glared at his retreating back. She hated the way he constantly treated her, like she was a mere sexual plaything made solely for his enjoyment. But then again Miroku treated every other beautiful woman like a sexual plaything made solely for his enjoyment. He was such a womanizer, a pervert, a liar, and a thief, a handsome, brave, intelligent.
I hate my life, Sango thought to herself as she tried unsuccessfully to get Miroku out of her head.
Down at the stream Miroku was thinking the exact same thing as he glared at his cursed hand. He couldn't help but think of the day when he would finally be rid of it and not have to worry about whether he would die by the next sunrise if not the next few minutes. Then finally he could speak the words that were etched in his heart, to Sango, beautiful Sango. If she perhaps could look past his perverted antics and discover their hidden meaning, Miroku might be able to win her love. She would be the mother of his child and he would finally have the family he wanted.
Lost in his fantasy Miroku never noticed a little girl edging closely towards him. It was only when she tugged on his robes that he realized her presence. He whirled around expecting some sort of youkai only to find a pair of big blue eyes staring up at him.
"Hey little one," Miroku said gently. He regarded her closely for a moment. The little girl looked to be about three or four. She was incredibly small and fragile looking. A wavy mass of black hair spilled over her shoulders and ran down her back. She was dressed in a black robe that was several sizes too big and covered in blood.
"I'm sorry but I need help." the girl managed to say before she collapsed into Miroku's arms.
The poor thing. Miroku realized that she herself was not hurt just exhausted. She was not injured physically and the blood on her robes were not her own. He took of the blood- stained cloth and wrapped his own outer robe around the child. She shivered slightly, but then curved into Miroku's arms and fell asleep.
As she lay in his arms a feeling of security overcame Miroku. He suddenly felt very protective of this child though he couldn't explain why. She was precious as most little children are, but there was something else about her, something incredibly special, important and slightly. dangerous.
Miroku studied the child a little more closely and realized something else about her.
She looked like a three-year-old version of Sango.
* * *
"Where the hell is that monk? We should be out looking for shards, not waiting on him!" Inuyasha ranted. Kagome sighed, "Inuyasha, shouting isn't going to help."
Inuyasha ignored her. He was fed up as hell. They hadn't come across any new shards for days and earlier that day Kagome had used the 'S' word on him twice. And all he had done was hold Shippo in a 'hug' that was somewhat rather tight. The brat had had it coming; he'd been taunting Inuyasha all morning.
Sango was on Inuyasha's side. She was also fed up with the houshi. Didn't he know that every time he left for extended periods of time he drove her crazy with worry? Trust that damn houshi to make her sweat. He didn't have the least bit of concern for the people who loved him. not that she loved him or anything. She was just concerned for his safety. She was not in the very least attracted to him. Why would she be attracted to such a man? Just because he was so distracting, charming and handsome, she was not at all attracted to him. Though, she did sometimes go weak in the knees when he grinned at her, but that didn't mean she was attracted to him did it?
"Damn, him for doing this to me!" Sango said out loud.
Everyone stared at her.
"Uh, I mean us, us, collectively, as in the group, as in our purpose, you know," she stammered.
Kagome smirked. "Right."
"Wait, I think he's coming," Shippo said.
"Good, now we can get back to work," Inuyasha grumbled.
"Wait a minute, what's he got?" Shippo asked curiously.
Everyone watched Miroku approach them carrying something in his arms. Or more appropriately someone.
Inuyasha sniffed around. "Smells like a little kid."
"Quite correct," Miroku said coming up to them. "I found her in the forest. It seems she was a witness to a blood bath."
He laid his bundle of robes down so the others could see the tiny child wrapped in it. Her big blue eyes stared right up at them, blinking in the sudden brightness.
"Oh how cute," Kagome squealed. "She's absolutely adorable. Hi sweetie, I'm Kagome."
The little girl looked at Kagome and then to Miroku. When he smiled gently at her she replied softly, "Hello."
She then proceeded to crawl into Miroku's lap.
"Seems like she's taken a liking to you Miroku," Kagome observed. "How did you come across her?"
"As I said before I found her in the forest. She was wearing blood stained robes and was obviously in need of help. I couldn't simply leave her."
"What's her name?" Shippo asked.
"I have yet to find out," Miroku answered. "I did not question her since it seemed she was not prepared to talk."
He looked down at the child in his lap. "But perhaps now she is ready."
The child smiled at Miroku.
I like him a lot and he seems so familiar. Not like the man mommy traveled with but more like the man Saya traveled with. Saya said the man was her daddy. Perhaps this man who had found me is a daddy too? Would he be a daddy to me?
"Tamikale," the girl said shyly. "Call me Tamikale." Her voice was so soft it was barely a whisper.
"Tamikale. An exotic name, no doubt, but a pleasant one all the same. Tamikale," Miroku said. "You have a very beautiful name Little Tamikale."
Tamikale smiled brilliantly at Miroku. He says it just like Mommy.
"Tamikale?"
It was Sango. She hadn't spoken for a while. She was looking at Tamikale strangely and no one was in any doubt why. Tamikale and Sango were almost identical. The little girl could have passed as Sango's very own daughter. The only difference in their appearances, given their height, was their eyes. They were the same shape, but Tamikale's eyes were a bright blue and Sango's eyes were brown.
Tamikale stared right at Sango confusedly. She looks just like me and she seems familiar too. Who is she?
Tamikale was suddenly anxious.
Miroku noticed the tension between the two. Their likeness is making them both nervous, he realized.
Before he could say something to smooth the tension Sango broke the silence with a laugh.
"Hello Tamikale, I'm Sango," Sango said taking the child's tiny hand in hers and tickling it.
Tamikale giggled and beamed up at Sango.
Sango laughed again and looked at Miroku who was gazing at her thoughtfully. "Anything I can help you with Houshi-sama?"
Miroku broke into his usual smirk. "As a matter fact there is. You could bend a little more forward to allow my hand easier access down your lovely."
"Hentai! Even in front of a little girl!"
Smack!
Tamikale giggled at the huge bump on Miroku's head. "It makes you look funny!"
"I think we just got a new traveling companion," Kagome said happily.
"Great finally someone close to my age," Shippo exclaimed.
"I hope you don't expect me to be the one who carries her around all the time," Inuyasha grumbled.
"Inuyasha ."
"What, wrench?"
"Sit!"
WHAM!
"What the hell did I do?" Inuyasha grumbled with his mouth full of dirt.
Kagome and the others didn't even hear him. They were too busy playing with Tamikale, who found her new family very entertaining. She liked them a lot, especially Sango and Miroku, whom she was already unconsciously starting to think of as her new parents.
Well there you go. I'll put up a new chapter as soon as I get a few reviews. And I very much hope I get reviews. I'm always open to suggestions and criticisms.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. All I own is a picture of Inuyasha and Miroku shirtless and I if I am sued I will fight tooth and nail to keep it in my possession. Sigh, I am obsessed I know, but I really can't help it.
Releasing her love
Author: Ghetto Roots
Chapter One: Call me Tamikale * * *
"Isn't the ramen ready yet?" Inuyasha demanded. "I'm getting hungrier by the minute."
"Well maybe if you helped out a little it might be ready faster!" Kagome snapped back.
Ignoring Kagome and Inuyasha, Shippo searched through Kagome's back looking for sweets while Kirara toyed with a twig. Sango sat polishing her boomerang occasionally stopping to slap Miroku who couldn't seem to keep his hands away from her butt. Such was a regular afternoon among their group.
When the ramen was finally ready, everyone sat down to eat. The only sounds that could be heard besides all the munching was an occasional slap, a scream "Hentai!" and the thud of a body smacking into the ground.
"I wonder Houshi-sama, if maybe, just maybe, you could stop sexually harassing me for at least an hour," Sango told the lecherous monk angrily. I'd like to have a peaceful nap."
"Lady Sango you have my word that I shall do my very best to refrain from causing you any discomfort while you rest. However I'm afraid that I can't guarantee that my hands will stay away from your luscious."
He stopped when he saw Sango reaching for her boomerang and instead he excused himself saying that he was going to get a drink from a nearby stream. Sango glared at his retreating back. She hated the way he constantly treated her, like she was a mere sexual plaything made solely for his enjoyment. But then again Miroku treated every other beautiful woman like a sexual plaything made solely for his enjoyment. He was such a womanizer, a pervert, a liar, and a thief, a handsome, brave, intelligent.
I hate my life, Sango thought to herself as she tried unsuccessfully to get Miroku out of her head.
Down at the stream Miroku was thinking the exact same thing as he glared at his cursed hand. He couldn't help but think of the day when he would finally be rid of it and not have to worry about whether he would die by the next sunrise if not the next few minutes. Then finally he could speak the words that were etched in his heart, to Sango, beautiful Sango. If she perhaps could look past his perverted antics and discover their hidden meaning, Miroku might be able to win her love. She would be the mother of his child and he would finally have the family he wanted.
Lost in his fantasy Miroku never noticed a little girl edging closely towards him. It was only when she tugged on his robes that he realized her presence. He whirled around expecting some sort of youkai only to find a pair of big blue eyes staring up at him.
"Hey little one," Miroku said gently. He regarded her closely for a moment. The little girl looked to be about three or four. She was incredibly small and fragile looking. A wavy mass of black hair spilled over her shoulders and ran down her back. She was dressed in a black robe that was several sizes too big and covered in blood.
"I'm sorry but I need help." the girl managed to say before she collapsed into Miroku's arms.
The poor thing. Miroku realized that she herself was not hurt just exhausted. She was not injured physically and the blood on her robes were not her own. He took of the blood- stained cloth and wrapped his own outer robe around the child. She shivered slightly, but then curved into Miroku's arms and fell asleep.
As she lay in his arms a feeling of security overcame Miroku. He suddenly felt very protective of this child though he couldn't explain why. She was precious as most little children are, but there was something else about her, something incredibly special, important and slightly. dangerous.
Miroku studied the child a little more closely and realized something else about her.
She looked like a three-year-old version of Sango.
* * *
"Where the hell is that monk? We should be out looking for shards, not waiting on him!" Inuyasha ranted. Kagome sighed, "Inuyasha, shouting isn't going to help."
Inuyasha ignored her. He was fed up as hell. They hadn't come across any new shards for days and earlier that day Kagome had used the 'S' word on him twice. And all he had done was hold Shippo in a 'hug' that was somewhat rather tight. The brat had had it coming; he'd been taunting Inuyasha all morning.
Sango was on Inuyasha's side. She was also fed up with the houshi. Didn't he know that every time he left for extended periods of time he drove her crazy with worry? Trust that damn houshi to make her sweat. He didn't have the least bit of concern for the people who loved him. not that she loved him or anything. She was just concerned for his safety. She was not in the very least attracted to him. Why would she be attracted to such a man? Just because he was so distracting, charming and handsome, she was not at all attracted to him. Though, she did sometimes go weak in the knees when he grinned at her, but that didn't mean she was attracted to him did it?
"Damn, him for doing this to me!" Sango said out loud.
Everyone stared at her.
"Uh, I mean us, us, collectively, as in the group, as in our purpose, you know," she stammered.
Kagome smirked. "Right."
"Wait, I think he's coming," Shippo said.
"Good, now we can get back to work," Inuyasha grumbled.
"Wait a minute, what's he got?" Shippo asked curiously.
Everyone watched Miroku approach them carrying something in his arms. Or more appropriately someone.
Inuyasha sniffed around. "Smells like a little kid."
"Quite correct," Miroku said coming up to them. "I found her in the forest. It seems she was a witness to a blood bath."
He laid his bundle of robes down so the others could see the tiny child wrapped in it. Her big blue eyes stared right up at them, blinking in the sudden brightness.
"Oh how cute," Kagome squealed. "She's absolutely adorable. Hi sweetie, I'm Kagome."
The little girl looked at Kagome and then to Miroku. When he smiled gently at her she replied softly, "Hello."
She then proceeded to crawl into Miroku's lap.
"Seems like she's taken a liking to you Miroku," Kagome observed. "How did you come across her?"
"As I said before I found her in the forest. She was wearing blood stained robes and was obviously in need of help. I couldn't simply leave her."
"What's her name?" Shippo asked.
"I have yet to find out," Miroku answered. "I did not question her since it seemed she was not prepared to talk."
He looked down at the child in his lap. "But perhaps now she is ready."
The child smiled at Miroku.
I like him a lot and he seems so familiar. Not like the man mommy traveled with but more like the man Saya traveled with. Saya said the man was her daddy. Perhaps this man who had found me is a daddy too? Would he be a daddy to me?
"Tamikale," the girl said shyly. "Call me Tamikale." Her voice was so soft it was barely a whisper.
"Tamikale. An exotic name, no doubt, but a pleasant one all the same. Tamikale," Miroku said. "You have a very beautiful name Little Tamikale."
Tamikale smiled brilliantly at Miroku. He says it just like Mommy.
"Tamikale?"
It was Sango. She hadn't spoken for a while. She was looking at Tamikale strangely and no one was in any doubt why. Tamikale and Sango were almost identical. The little girl could have passed as Sango's very own daughter. The only difference in their appearances, given their height, was their eyes. They were the same shape, but Tamikale's eyes were a bright blue and Sango's eyes were brown.
Tamikale stared right at Sango confusedly. She looks just like me and she seems familiar too. Who is she?
Tamikale was suddenly anxious.
Miroku noticed the tension between the two. Their likeness is making them both nervous, he realized.
Before he could say something to smooth the tension Sango broke the silence with a laugh.
"Hello Tamikale, I'm Sango," Sango said taking the child's tiny hand in hers and tickling it.
Tamikale giggled and beamed up at Sango.
Sango laughed again and looked at Miroku who was gazing at her thoughtfully. "Anything I can help you with Houshi-sama?"
Miroku broke into his usual smirk. "As a matter fact there is. You could bend a little more forward to allow my hand easier access down your lovely."
"Hentai! Even in front of a little girl!"
Smack!
Tamikale giggled at the huge bump on Miroku's head. "It makes you look funny!"
"I think we just got a new traveling companion," Kagome said happily.
"Great finally someone close to my age," Shippo exclaimed.
"I hope you don't expect me to be the one who carries her around all the time," Inuyasha grumbled.
"Inuyasha ."
"What, wrench?"
"Sit!"
WHAM!
"What the hell did I do?" Inuyasha grumbled with his mouth full of dirt.
Kagome and the others didn't even hear him. They were too busy playing with Tamikale, who found her new family very entertaining. She liked them a lot, especially Sango and Miroku, whom she was already unconsciously starting to think of as her new parents.
Well there you go. I'll put up a new chapter as soon as I get a few reviews. And I very much hope I get reviews. I'm always open to suggestions and criticisms.
