____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________ Chapter 4; A Puppy From the Pound ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________ "Ohhhhhh, it's sooooo cute!" Exclaimed Arai, "I'll take it!" She picked up the little pup in her hands and gave the pet shop owner the money. "I think I'll name you Sashoubou, it means little one," the little pup gave a yip of delight, "Come on Sashoubou, let's go get you some toys."

She headed up the street, with the little pup bouncing along happily. "You want this toy?" The puppy yipped, and Arai took that as a 'yes', "Ok," she added it to the small pile of toys, and handed the shop owner some gold, "now, let's go get some food, and maybe some sweets." They walked along the street looking at booths for food, when, "Arai! Arai! Over here!" It was Miroku, -Hentai baka- thought Arai shaking her head. "Hey, Miroku." "I got a new shipment, want to see?" questioned Miroku. "Sure," Arai knew what kind of things Miroku would be likely to get in a new shipment and was kind of interested to find out what he had got. Arai followed him over to his booth, where he opened a box and took out a small sphere wrapped in tin foil. "Would you like to sample it?" "Oh, yes, please," Arai said, almost anxiously. Miroku handed Arai a small piece of chocolate that looked like a slice of orange. She took a small bite. "Mmmm, this is delicious Miroku, American?" She said eating the rest of her small piece of chocolate. "Yes, just arrived this morning." "I'll take a box of these, along with a box of truffles, oh, and a box of donuts, Sashoubou can't have chocolate." "Sashoubou?" asked Miroku. "Yeah," said Arai gesturing to the small bouncing inu next to her. "Ohhh, he's so adorable, did you just get him?" "Yeah, earlier this morning. He's only five months old." "That's young," Miroku said handing Arai the boxes of sweets. "Yeah, but now I have to go, I have more shopping to do, and I have to be home by eight," she took the boxes of sweets and handed Miroku a handful of gold. "Why do you have to be home by eight?" he said as he accepted the gold and added it to his money pouch. "I have a costumer coming. Well, see you later." "Bye," Miroku waved good-bye as she started to leave. "Bye," She returned Mirokus' wave, and left up the street. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No one had looked at him all day, and that means actually looked at him. Sure a couple people had looked at him, but they all had disgusted looks on their faces and didn't look too interested in buying a slave. It was getting kind of late, probably six or seven, and Sesshoumaru was starting to worry he wasn't gonna get bought, and that means no food. Then he saw her. A beautiful young madden, strawberry red hair, and the face of an angel. He closed his eyes to smell her, she smelled of strawberries, chocolates, and inu. And inu?! He opened his eyes to take another look at her; she had a little inu pup bouncing around by her feet. She looked like a nice girl, but that didn't cheer him up, because he knew a nice young girl like her would never buy a slave like him. Yet she looked back at him, and she's starting to walk over to him. He held his breathe. She was looking at him pretty hard; if she looked any harder she'd notice what kind of condition he's in. To his horror she did, she noticed how scratched up he was, he let his breathe out, she would never buy him in this condition. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -I should go home too, - thought Miroku as he watched Arai walking up the street with Sashoubou trotting along by her feet. He packed up his sweets, and put up a sign that said 'Sorry, We Are Closed, Come Back Tomorrow' and headed home. When nearing his house he heard Sarah's voice saying, "Master is not home right now-" and noticed that she had cut off in the middle of her sentence, so he quickened his pace. When he had gotten in through the gate he noticed someone talking to Sarah, -wait a minute- he thought while continuing to walk closer to the strange man, -he looks exactly like Sarah, only male- "What's going on here?" he asked, and both of them turned. "Mi-Miroku?" asked the stranger. -How does he know my name? - thought Miroku. "How do you know my name?" he asked. "It's me, Inuyasha." "Inuyasha... Inuyasha, nope, doesn't ring a bell," said Miroku wondering how on earth this man knew his name and wondering why the man thought saying his name would solve everything. "We hunted for jewel shards together, don't you remember?" "Jewel shards? What are you talking about?" "Four-hundred years ago-" "Wait, wait, wait, hold on, four-hundred byears/b ago?" Now Miroku was confused, he's only 23 and the man in front of him is claiming he knew him four-hundred years ago. "Yes, four-hundred years ago we, as in you, Sango, Kirara, Shippou, Kagome, and I were searching for the shikan-no-tama, to find it before Naraku, so that we would be able to kill him." -Shikon-no-tama? Shippou? Kagome? Kill Naraku? Why would I want to kill Naraku, he's one of my biggest customers, sure he gives me the creeps. but I would never want to bkill/b him,- Miroku thought. "What's this about Shippou and Kagome, who are they, and what is the shikan- no-tama, and why would bI/b want to kill Naraku?" "Shippou was a kitsune, and Kagome was the reincarnation of Kikyo. The shikan-no-tama is the jewel of four souls in which can give human and demon alike new powers. The reason you wanted to kill Naraku is because of the wind-tunnel he cursed you with." "Wind-tunnel? What is a wind-tunnel?" "This!" The man grabbed his hand and took of his sacred beads and the cloth and looked at his hand. "Where'd it go?!" The man started to flip his hand over. "I think you should leave now," he said pulling his hand away from Inuyasha. "Sarah, show out guest to the exit." "Yes, master," said Sarah quietly grading Inuyasha's arm and pulling him to the exit. -What was all bthat/b about?- thought Miroku as he headed inside, -who the heck was that guy, sure he said his name was Inuyasha, but that didn't explain who he was. Oh well, I'll worry about that tomorrow- He thought as he entered his room and got into bed.