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Chapter two: A new beginning
Hearing a nock on the door, Sango stood up and went to see who it was, with Kirara by her side. "Who is it?" She mumbled, still a little dazed. "Ms. Piro. May I come in, I have important matters to address with you immediately?" Sango let the woman in and led her to the kitchen table. Where they both sat down to talk business. Sango knew that this would happen. It's time to see who gets what's in daddy's will. She had thought long and hard about this all last night, until she drew a conclusion. "Before you even start Ms. Piro. Let me tell you that we want nothing. We will not live in this house, and we do not want my mother and fathers money. Is that clear." The woman was a little shocked by how adult like the girl across the table was. "Um. yes, but don't you want anything?" Ms. Piro protested. "No, I want nothing except for Kirara. Kohaku and I will move with my last blood relative today." Sango stood up and left the woman in disbelief at the table. "But what should I do with all your fathers money and estates." The girl answered with out turning around, "What ever you want. I don't care." She went up the stairs to wake Kohaku and prepare him to leave. She reached his room and he was no longer in his bed, and was sitting at his desk. He turned around to look at his elder sister walking towards him. "Sango, are they really dead? Mom and Dad?" She nodded her head, afraid of how he was going to handle it. She ran her hand through his hair in efforts to comfort him as he cried. She could only hope that time away would heal his heart. "Kohaku," she whispered, "I want you to pack your things. We're going to live with Aunt Motoko. It'll be better there." She kissed his head and left him alone as she packed her own things.
She decided that all she would pack are her clothes. Well, not all of them because she had tons. And she would pack one picture of her family. Each set of clothes she packed came with a memory. But instead of shunning them she decided to embrace them instead, memories were all she had left. She grabbed about a few hundred dollars of cash and left to Kohaku's room, to help him finish his packing. But to her surprise he had already finished, and was sitting on his bag waiting for her. "Are you ready to go?" she asked. "Yes." He picked up his bag and followed her downstairs and out the door where a cab would be waiting for them. Taking one look back she closed the door. This was the last time she would see this place, she vowed to never return. "Sango, what is it like at Aunt Motoko's, and what's she like?" Since Motoko was the downfall of the family Kohaku never had the chance to meet her. But Sango on the other hand was very close to her. "Well," His sister spoke with a soft voice, "Aunt Motoko is a great person, she's caring, she outgoing, and all around good person, except for a small drinking problem. And as for where she lives it's not much. Lets say just below middle class and above the poor." Kohaku stared at his sister in disbelief. Was she serious, he wondered? He was always used to the best, and now he was going to live in the ghetto with a drunk. "You're kidding, right sister?" The young boy looked up at his elder sister pleadingly. "It's not that bad Kohaku." She pat his head and continued. "Father and mother weren't always rich. Before you turned three we used to live with Aunt Motoko, of course you were too young to remember. It's not all that bad, just give it a try." He sighed and agreed. If she could do it than he could too.
They arrived at a rundown apartment complex. The paint was chipping off and it hadn't been cleaned for who knows how long. Kohaku's panic stricken face seemed to amuse Sango as they carried their things up the stairs. She figured that living here would take his mind off of their parents. Just watching him debacterialize his hands every thirty seconds made for good entertainment. "Sango don't ring the doorbell, it's dirty!" Kohaku warned as Sango pressed the button, which signaled the doorbell. "Kohaku, calm down. Germs won't kill you." He really had become accustomed to the rich life. The door immediately opened sending the two siblings jumping back in surprise. A woman in her mid thirties stepped out with a bottle of whisky. She had pretty brown hair and royal blue eyes. "Hey! Come on in." Sango hadn't seen her aunt since she was six, yes she had talked to her but seeing her again made her run into her arms. "Aunt Motoko it's so good to see you again. You don't look a bit older sense the last time I saw you." She pulled herself from the hug and followed Motoko through the door. "Oh Sango it's good to see you too. You've grown quite a bit." She looked at all her guest and smiled. "Kohaku. I always wondered what you'd end up looking like. Your sister didn't do you justice. You are much more handsome than she said." Kohaku blushed from the complement. Then Motoko glanced at the last guest. She bent down and stroked the cheetah's soft fur. "You must be Kirara. Your lucky they allow pets here." Kirara purred from the attention. Motoko chugged down the rest of her whisky. "The two of you make your selves at home. I only have one extra bedroom so you both can share the bed or one can take the couch and the other can have the bed. It's your choice. Well I'll be back sometime in the morning." The drunk made her way to the door, but paused before she left. "Oh and before I forget. I enrolled the two of you in school. It starts at eight for you Sango, and seven for Kohaku. I left directions on the table, so you won't have any trouble. Well bye now." She closed the door and was gone. Most likely she was heading to a bar to get drunk. Yup that was her only fault, she was a complete alcoholic.
"Well you heard her. We should unpack and go check out the neighborhood before it gets too dark." Sango motioned her brother to take the bed. And he complied, "Sango does she always leave to get drunk so early in the day?" Kohaku asked. Sango just sweat dropped and left the room. It was true as long as she could remember Motoko, she would always leave in the middle of the day to go get drunk. There was a small cupboard where the girl could keep her clothes in the living room, where she would sleep. Kohaku should have the bedroom, she could handle the couch. Kirara followed her mistress as she unpacked her things. It didn't take long because she had brought so little. "Kohaku are you ready?" She called, next to the door. He came running out of the room and to his sister. "Yup! Now lets go see what's out there." The two walked around the neighborhood. Kohaku found everything very interesting considering he had only seen places like this on TV. Though to Sango it was a trip through memory lane. Their walk did not last long as darkness drifted closer. It wouldn't be smart to be walking around at night. That's when all the weirdo's come out. Sure they had Kirara but.
Sango kicked off her shoes as they reentered the house. "So Kohaku how do you like it?" She asked a little interested in his opinion. He did the same and answered. "It was a little scary, but I think I can get used to it. Now I'm actually grateful for all our martial arts lessons." Sango patted Kohaku's head. "It's nice that you're looking on the bright side. Now come on I'll fix us something to eat." Kohaku followed his sister into the kitchen where she rummaged through the cabinets for something to cook. Apparently Aunt Motoko hadn't gone grocery shopping for a while. Luckily she found a pack of chicken soup, which she prepared with the best of her abilities. The young boy looked down at his bowl of soup. Noticing the look in his eyes Sango became a little aggravated. "Just eat it, Mr. Booji! (booji, if I even spelled it right, is an offensive word to rich people or something like that)" Kohaku leered at her but began sipping the soup, and to his surprise it didn't taste that bad. Soon Sango had tucked her brother into bed, and was ready to sleep herself. She prepared comfortable bedding on the couch, and tried her best to sleep.
Sango tossed and turned for over an hour trying to get comfortable. Aggravated she sat up allowing the sweat to drip off her chin. It wasn't really that hot, she figured it was just a mental thing. Maybe all she needed was some fresh air. The girl stood up, tossed on a robe and a pair of shoes, and exited the door. "Kirara stay here and protect Kohaku." She pat the cheetah and it ran into the room where Kohaku slept. Sango knew it wasn't the smartest thing do, but she wouldn't be going far, only to the park. She walked for about five minutes, making sure not to take any dark alleyways, for that was where most of the drunks were. Typical right? She sat on a swing in the empty park. Taking in a deep breath, Sango allowed the images that she tried so hard to block out surface. But for some reason they didn't hurt as much, maybe it really was a good idea to come back here. Her gruesome images subsided and in their place came memories of her childhood here. She looked up, taking in the brightness of the stars. As a young girl she used to wish she could become a star. It was silly. She snapped from her trance hearing rustling from the bushes behind her. Before she could move two arms wrapped around her body. Sango tried to scream but another hand was pushed against her mouth. She was now completely immobilized. She was getting ready to break free from their clutches and nock them to America when she felt someone do it for her. Hearing the sound of head against concrete, she looked up wondering who was doing her bidding. It was a boy about her age or so she thought. Since it was dark she could hardly tell much else about him. The boy walked to her side and helped her up. "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice full of concern. "What were you doing here so late anyway?" Sure he had saved many damsels in distress but never this late at night, the damsels were usually asleep. Sango looked at him than pulled away. Who the hell was this guy, she wondered? Her temper began to surge as she thought how proud he must be for saving poor little Sango. He probably thinks he's the shit. "I didn't need your help. Now, leave me alone." She pulled her self away from him and began walking towards the apartment. "Please wait! I can't have you walking alone this late at night." This caused Sango to send an evil glare his way. "I told you, I can take care of myself!" She said and continued her treck back home. "You can walk away, but I'm gonna follow you." Sango said nothing to this, just gently nodded a 'fine'.
The boy followed Sango all the way to the last step of the apartment building. Opening the door, she said nothing. She didn't know what to say. When she looked at his smiling face, she felt something stroking her behind. It continued even as Sango stared at him in anger. With one slap she sent him, and his lecherous hand down the stairs. "Hentai!" She yelled just before entering the house. She slammed the door and kicked off her shoes. "I guess this place is still filled with perverts." Sighing she made her way back to the couch where kirara was huddled comfortably. "Come on Kirara, on the floor." Sango coaxed the cheetah from her bed. Kirara looked at her then lade down on the floor.
As Sango tried her attempts at sleep she faired the same as before, no good. She sat up once again, wondering what was wrong. Did she have insomnia? She walked into the kitchen and prepared herself some green tea, she had dug out from the medicine droor. "The medicine cabinet? Aunt Motoko, you really have lost it." Her eyes wandered to the phone. It was two-o-clock in the morning, it was too late to call him. She wouldn't want to wake him. Pshh whatever, he's always awake. She dialed the numbers she knew so well on the keypad. Ring Ring Ring. "Hello?" A gruff and obviously tired voice answered the phone.
"Inuyasha?"
"Sango, what the hell are you calling so late for? Is something wrong?" Inuyasha and Sango had been friends since childbirth. So when she moved they still talked, though they hadn't seen each other for ten years. Kagome stirred when she felt Inuyasha sit up. "Inuyasha what is it?" She rolled around to face him. "It's nothing Kagome, go back to sleep." He got up and went to the living room. Kagome was also one of Sango's childhood friends, and from the start she knew that Inuyasha and her would end up together. Now they both lived together. But went to different schools, Inuyasha to public, Kagome to private.
"No nothing's wrong.I'm here."
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean, I'm living at Motoko's again. I'm back."
Inuyasha sat down on the couch feeling he would explode from excitement, though he would never show it. "Wow. Are you serious?"
"Yup." Sango took another sip from her tea.
"That's great. I can't wait to see you again! It'll be just like old times!" Inuyasha had to hush himself before he woke Kagome.
"Yup, just like old times."
"So, when are you starting school?"
"Tomorrow."
Inuyasha almost jumped from his seat. "Wow, you sure don't waste any time. But are you sure you'll be alright."
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Well what about Kohaku?"
"He'll be fine too. He's the main reason I came back. I figured it would give his mind something different to think about than the death of our parents."
Sensing the sadness in Sango's voice, Inuyasha quickly changed the subject. "Well, what's up with the late phone call? You should be sleeping. You know that's what normal people do."
"Yeah yeah. Sorry, but I couldn't sleep. I wanted to talk to you. Anyway how's Kagome, you didn't knock her up yet, did you?"
Inuyasha blushed slightly. " What?! That's none of your damn business, Sango!"
"Yes it is."
"I don't need to tell you. You're not my mother!"
"Might as well be. By the time I was six I had beaten up just about every kid in the city, for making fun of you silver hair."
"Yeah well that was then. I've changed."
"Yeah into a hothead. Well did you? You never did answer no?"
"yeah."
"Wow!" Sango was completely surprised. She new they would have a kid someday, but not anytime soon. "How come you never told me?"
"I don't know. I would've, eventually."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah"
"Well, is parenting going alright? It must be hard."
"Hmm. Yeah it is, especially cuz were both going to school."
"Well then who keeps the baby." Sango finished her tea and found her spot back on the couch.
"Kagome takes it."
"Ok Inuyasha, your referring to your baby as it. It's not a toy you know." Sango scolded.
"Yeah, I know. It's a boy. His name is Haru."
"Aww. Little Haru-chan. I want to see him soon. and I'm sure you'll be a great father, Inuyasha."
"Wow, don't go all mushy on me." Inuyasha laughed a little from being referred to as a father. It was still unfamiliar to him. "How's you're aunt, I haven't been up to visit her lately?"
"Same oh. Still as drunk as a skunk. Like now, she's out in a bar somewhere most likely passed out."
"Drunk and all, she does know how to have a good time. Like remember when she took us out, and got you drunk. That was the first time I ever saw a six year old dancing with a bunch of strippers."
Sango laughed, as the flashback of that night came back. "One of my more degrading moments."
Inuyasha and Sango talked the whole night. Reminiscing about the past, and this and that. It had been so long since they'd seen one another, so they talked about everything they would do when they finally hooked up. They got off the phone with one another around 4 in the morning. Talking to Inuyasha was really the medicine she needed to finally drift into the world of dreams.
Sorry if there were a lot of spelling mistakes. I was too tired to reread it. Oh and this is gonna be a Sango and Miroku don't worry. He's gonna start playing a big role in the next chapter. Any who. Review!!!!!
Disclaimer: I donnot own any characters from Inuyasha. These things are dumb
Chapter two: A new beginning
Hearing a nock on the door, Sango stood up and went to see who it was, with Kirara by her side. "Who is it?" She mumbled, still a little dazed. "Ms. Piro. May I come in, I have important matters to address with you immediately?" Sango let the woman in and led her to the kitchen table. Where they both sat down to talk business. Sango knew that this would happen. It's time to see who gets what's in daddy's will. She had thought long and hard about this all last night, until she drew a conclusion. "Before you even start Ms. Piro. Let me tell you that we want nothing. We will not live in this house, and we do not want my mother and fathers money. Is that clear." The woman was a little shocked by how adult like the girl across the table was. "Um. yes, but don't you want anything?" Ms. Piro protested. "No, I want nothing except for Kirara. Kohaku and I will move with my last blood relative today." Sango stood up and left the woman in disbelief at the table. "But what should I do with all your fathers money and estates." The girl answered with out turning around, "What ever you want. I don't care." She went up the stairs to wake Kohaku and prepare him to leave. She reached his room and he was no longer in his bed, and was sitting at his desk. He turned around to look at his elder sister walking towards him. "Sango, are they really dead? Mom and Dad?" She nodded her head, afraid of how he was going to handle it. She ran her hand through his hair in efforts to comfort him as he cried. She could only hope that time away would heal his heart. "Kohaku," she whispered, "I want you to pack your things. We're going to live with Aunt Motoko. It'll be better there." She kissed his head and left him alone as she packed her own things.
She decided that all she would pack are her clothes. Well, not all of them because she had tons. And she would pack one picture of her family. Each set of clothes she packed came with a memory. But instead of shunning them she decided to embrace them instead, memories were all she had left. She grabbed about a few hundred dollars of cash and left to Kohaku's room, to help him finish his packing. But to her surprise he had already finished, and was sitting on his bag waiting for her. "Are you ready to go?" she asked. "Yes." He picked up his bag and followed her downstairs and out the door where a cab would be waiting for them. Taking one look back she closed the door. This was the last time she would see this place, she vowed to never return. "Sango, what is it like at Aunt Motoko's, and what's she like?" Since Motoko was the downfall of the family Kohaku never had the chance to meet her. But Sango on the other hand was very close to her. "Well," His sister spoke with a soft voice, "Aunt Motoko is a great person, she's caring, she outgoing, and all around good person, except for a small drinking problem. And as for where she lives it's not much. Lets say just below middle class and above the poor." Kohaku stared at his sister in disbelief. Was she serious, he wondered? He was always used to the best, and now he was going to live in the ghetto with a drunk. "You're kidding, right sister?" The young boy looked up at his elder sister pleadingly. "It's not that bad Kohaku." She pat his head and continued. "Father and mother weren't always rich. Before you turned three we used to live with Aunt Motoko, of course you were too young to remember. It's not all that bad, just give it a try." He sighed and agreed. If she could do it than he could too.
They arrived at a rundown apartment complex. The paint was chipping off and it hadn't been cleaned for who knows how long. Kohaku's panic stricken face seemed to amuse Sango as they carried their things up the stairs. She figured that living here would take his mind off of their parents. Just watching him debacterialize his hands every thirty seconds made for good entertainment. "Sango don't ring the doorbell, it's dirty!" Kohaku warned as Sango pressed the button, which signaled the doorbell. "Kohaku, calm down. Germs won't kill you." He really had become accustomed to the rich life. The door immediately opened sending the two siblings jumping back in surprise. A woman in her mid thirties stepped out with a bottle of whisky. She had pretty brown hair and royal blue eyes. "Hey! Come on in." Sango hadn't seen her aunt since she was six, yes she had talked to her but seeing her again made her run into her arms. "Aunt Motoko it's so good to see you again. You don't look a bit older sense the last time I saw you." She pulled herself from the hug and followed Motoko through the door. "Oh Sango it's good to see you too. You've grown quite a bit." She looked at all her guest and smiled. "Kohaku. I always wondered what you'd end up looking like. Your sister didn't do you justice. You are much more handsome than she said." Kohaku blushed from the complement. Then Motoko glanced at the last guest. She bent down and stroked the cheetah's soft fur. "You must be Kirara. Your lucky they allow pets here." Kirara purred from the attention. Motoko chugged down the rest of her whisky. "The two of you make your selves at home. I only have one extra bedroom so you both can share the bed or one can take the couch and the other can have the bed. It's your choice. Well I'll be back sometime in the morning." The drunk made her way to the door, but paused before she left. "Oh and before I forget. I enrolled the two of you in school. It starts at eight for you Sango, and seven for Kohaku. I left directions on the table, so you won't have any trouble. Well bye now." She closed the door and was gone. Most likely she was heading to a bar to get drunk. Yup that was her only fault, she was a complete alcoholic.
"Well you heard her. We should unpack and go check out the neighborhood before it gets too dark." Sango motioned her brother to take the bed. And he complied, "Sango does she always leave to get drunk so early in the day?" Kohaku asked. Sango just sweat dropped and left the room. It was true as long as she could remember Motoko, she would always leave in the middle of the day to go get drunk. There was a small cupboard where the girl could keep her clothes in the living room, where she would sleep. Kohaku should have the bedroom, she could handle the couch. Kirara followed her mistress as she unpacked her things. It didn't take long because she had brought so little. "Kohaku are you ready?" She called, next to the door. He came running out of the room and to his sister. "Yup! Now lets go see what's out there." The two walked around the neighborhood. Kohaku found everything very interesting considering he had only seen places like this on TV. Though to Sango it was a trip through memory lane. Their walk did not last long as darkness drifted closer. It wouldn't be smart to be walking around at night. That's when all the weirdo's come out. Sure they had Kirara but.
Sango kicked off her shoes as they reentered the house. "So Kohaku how do you like it?" She asked a little interested in his opinion. He did the same and answered. "It was a little scary, but I think I can get used to it. Now I'm actually grateful for all our martial arts lessons." Sango patted Kohaku's head. "It's nice that you're looking on the bright side. Now come on I'll fix us something to eat." Kohaku followed his sister into the kitchen where she rummaged through the cabinets for something to cook. Apparently Aunt Motoko hadn't gone grocery shopping for a while. Luckily she found a pack of chicken soup, which she prepared with the best of her abilities. The young boy looked down at his bowl of soup. Noticing the look in his eyes Sango became a little aggravated. "Just eat it, Mr. Booji! (booji, if I even spelled it right, is an offensive word to rich people or something like that)" Kohaku leered at her but began sipping the soup, and to his surprise it didn't taste that bad. Soon Sango had tucked her brother into bed, and was ready to sleep herself. She prepared comfortable bedding on the couch, and tried her best to sleep.
Sango tossed and turned for over an hour trying to get comfortable. Aggravated she sat up allowing the sweat to drip off her chin. It wasn't really that hot, she figured it was just a mental thing. Maybe all she needed was some fresh air. The girl stood up, tossed on a robe and a pair of shoes, and exited the door. "Kirara stay here and protect Kohaku." She pat the cheetah and it ran into the room where Kohaku slept. Sango knew it wasn't the smartest thing do, but she wouldn't be going far, only to the park. She walked for about five minutes, making sure not to take any dark alleyways, for that was where most of the drunks were. Typical right? She sat on a swing in the empty park. Taking in a deep breath, Sango allowed the images that she tried so hard to block out surface. But for some reason they didn't hurt as much, maybe it really was a good idea to come back here. Her gruesome images subsided and in their place came memories of her childhood here. She looked up, taking in the brightness of the stars. As a young girl she used to wish she could become a star. It was silly. She snapped from her trance hearing rustling from the bushes behind her. Before she could move two arms wrapped around her body. Sango tried to scream but another hand was pushed against her mouth. She was now completely immobilized. She was getting ready to break free from their clutches and nock them to America when she felt someone do it for her. Hearing the sound of head against concrete, she looked up wondering who was doing her bidding. It was a boy about her age or so she thought. Since it was dark she could hardly tell much else about him. The boy walked to her side and helped her up. "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice full of concern. "What were you doing here so late anyway?" Sure he had saved many damsels in distress but never this late at night, the damsels were usually asleep. Sango looked at him than pulled away. Who the hell was this guy, she wondered? Her temper began to surge as she thought how proud he must be for saving poor little Sango. He probably thinks he's the shit. "I didn't need your help. Now, leave me alone." She pulled her self away from him and began walking towards the apartment. "Please wait! I can't have you walking alone this late at night." This caused Sango to send an evil glare his way. "I told you, I can take care of myself!" She said and continued her treck back home. "You can walk away, but I'm gonna follow you." Sango said nothing to this, just gently nodded a 'fine'.
The boy followed Sango all the way to the last step of the apartment building. Opening the door, she said nothing. She didn't know what to say. When she looked at his smiling face, she felt something stroking her behind. It continued even as Sango stared at him in anger. With one slap she sent him, and his lecherous hand down the stairs. "Hentai!" She yelled just before entering the house. She slammed the door and kicked off her shoes. "I guess this place is still filled with perverts." Sighing she made her way back to the couch where kirara was huddled comfortably. "Come on Kirara, on the floor." Sango coaxed the cheetah from her bed. Kirara looked at her then lade down on the floor.
As Sango tried her attempts at sleep she faired the same as before, no good. She sat up once again, wondering what was wrong. Did she have insomnia? She walked into the kitchen and prepared herself some green tea, she had dug out from the medicine droor. "The medicine cabinet? Aunt Motoko, you really have lost it." Her eyes wandered to the phone. It was two-o-clock in the morning, it was too late to call him. She wouldn't want to wake him. Pshh whatever, he's always awake. She dialed the numbers she knew so well on the keypad. Ring Ring Ring. "Hello?" A gruff and obviously tired voice answered the phone.
"Inuyasha?"
"Sango, what the hell are you calling so late for? Is something wrong?" Inuyasha and Sango had been friends since childbirth. So when she moved they still talked, though they hadn't seen each other for ten years. Kagome stirred when she felt Inuyasha sit up. "Inuyasha what is it?" She rolled around to face him. "It's nothing Kagome, go back to sleep." He got up and went to the living room. Kagome was also one of Sango's childhood friends, and from the start she knew that Inuyasha and her would end up together. Now they both lived together. But went to different schools, Inuyasha to public, Kagome to private.
"No nothing's wrong.I'm here."
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean, I'm living at Motoko's again. I'm back."
Inuyasha sat down on the couch feeling he would explode from excitement, though he would never show it. "Wow. Are you serious?"
"Yup." Sango took another sip from her tea.
"That's great. I can't wait to see you again! It'll be just like old times!" Inuyasha had to hush himself before he woke Kagome.
"Yup, just like old times."
"So, when are you starting school?"
"Tomorrow."
Inuyasha almost jumped from his seat. "Wow, you sure don't waste any time. But are you sure you'll be alright."
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Well what about Kohaku?"
"He'll be fine too. He's the main reason I came back. I figured it would give his mind something different to think about than the death of our parents."
Sensing the sadness in Sango's voice, Inuyasha quickly changed the subject. "Well, what's up with the late phone call? You should be sleeping. You know that's what normal people do."
"Yeah yeah. Sorry, but I couldn't sleep. I wanted to talk to you. Anyway how's Kagome, you didn't knock her up yet, did you?"
Inuyasha blushed slightly. " What?! That's none of your damn business, Sango!"
"Yes it is."
"I don't need to tell you. You're not my mother!"
"Might as well be. By the time I was six I had beaten up just about every kid in the city, for making fun of you silver hair."
"Yeah well that was then. I've changed."
"Yeah into a hothead. Well did you? You never did answer no?"
"yeah."
"Wow!" Sango was completely surprised. She new they would have a kid someday, but not anytime soon. "How come you never told me?"
"I don't know. I would've, eventually."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah"
"Well, is parenting going alright? It must be hard."
"Hmm. Yeah it is, especially cuz were both going to school."
"Well then who keeps the baby." Sango finished her tea and found her spot back on the couch.
"Kagome takes it."
"Ok Inuyasha, your referring to your baby as it. It's not a toy you know." Sango scolded.
"Yeah, I know. It's a boy. His name is Haru."
"Aww. Little Haru-chan. I want to see him soon. and I'm sure you'll be a great father, Inuyasha."
"Wow, don't go all mushy on me." Inuyasha laughed a little from being referred to as a father. It was still unfamiliar to him. "How's you're aunt, I haven't been up to visit her lately?"
"Same oh. Still as drunk as a skunk. Like now, she's out in a bar somewhere most likely passed out."
"Drunk and all, she does know how to have a good time. Like remember when she took us out, and got you drunk. That was the first time I ever saw a six year old dancing with a bunch of strippers."
Sango laughed, as the flashback of that night came back. "One of my more degrading moments."
Inuyasha and Sango talked the whole night. Reminiscing about the past, and this and that. It had been so long since they'd seen one another, so they talked about everything they would do when they finally hooked up. They got off the phone with one another around 4 in the morning. Talking to Inuyasha was really the medicine she needed to finally drift into the world of dreams.
Sorry if there were a lot of spelling mistakes. I was too tired to reread it. Oh and this is gonna be a Sango and Miroku don't worry. He's gonna start playing a big role in the next chapter. Any who. Review!!!!!