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A/N ok so I haven't updated in a while. Sorry people. But I have a treat especially for my good friend and faithful reviewer Sanura Sama. She is also the creator of Sanura and I thank her for letting me barrow her character. So for her and others who like Sanura I have written a chapter just for her.
Sanura: yeah I'm the star.
Yooso: well it is about time you got the spotlight
Author: both of you be quiet or I'll never get to the story ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Purrfect
Sanura watched as Yooso again tried to hit a target with a baseball. Her sister's pathetic attempts made her laugh but the constant complaining only irritated her.
Kagome was puzzled. "Maybe she can only hit it when she's angry."
"Or maybe she can only hit it when she isn't trying to." Sarcasm dripped from Inuyasha's voice. This comment of coarse started yet another argument.
Sanura was out of what little patience she had. 'Why do they always argue? Grr! I should go and knock some sense into them.' As she walked over to the two adults she saw the knife Yooso had thrown that morning and she suddenly got an idea. 'Yooso must only have good aim with something like a knife. With her small hands a baseball is difficult to throw and also has to be held differently.'
Sanura picked up the knife and walked towards Yooso. 'Shit! Why do Kagome and Dad have to be arguing across the target? If I'm wrong and Yooso misses she could seriously injure or even kill one of them. Oh well it will teach them not to argue.' (She is so mean. I love her^___^.)
She handed the knife to Yooso. " Throw this at the target."
"But."
"Don't argue just do it."
Yooso looked unsure but threw the knife at the target. The adults stood in shock silenced by the knife that was quivering in the center of the target.
"Yooso why did you do that?" Kagome said shakily.
"Sanura told me to."
Sanura found everyone staring at her. That made her blood boil. "What? Oh come on it made sense that she would only have good aim with a knife and you two wouldn't have moved even if I had asked!"
Inuyasha started to lecture her but was soon cut off by a Sanura super tantrum. "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" she picked up a filing cabinet and threw it across the room. (I did that with my hamper once.) "ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOOSO ANYWAY!" With that screamed she left the room slamming the door behind her.
Sanura ran at top speed outside. Then she jumped into a tree and sat in the branches pouting. When she calmed down she began to look around. She saw Miroku sitting out on the lawn with his eyes closed. 'What the hell is he doing?'
Curiosity got the best of her and she went to investigate. 'He can't be asleep.' "Miroku what are you doing?"
He cracked and eye open and looked at her. "I'm meditating."
"Why are you doing that?"
"It calms me down and heightens my spiritual awareness. Plus I get fewer bruises from Sango when I'm doing this."
Sanura couldn't help but laugh a little. This was the first time she had talked to the lecherous Miroku but she already liked the strange man. He was one of the only people she knew who wasn't obsessed with Yooso's unusual powers. Even Sango paid more attention to her breezy sister.
"Why are you so upset?"
Sanura was surprised. "How did you know I was upset?"
"I told you meditation heightens your spiritual awareness. I could sense your disturbed aura the minute you came outside."
Sanura couldn't help but tell the calm man the whole story. "I just got so mad!"
"That happens. Everyone gets mad sometimes."
~*~
Sango walked out of the big building. 'Where is that hentai? We need to get some work done.' Then she saw him talking to Sanura. She walked over and listened in.
"Where did you learn to meditate?"
"Well actually I used to be a monk. I came here to find a cure for a disease I have that's been in my family for centuries."
"What does the disease do?"
"Well it's hard to explain but basically it starts out small but grows and grows until it kills you. It's also hereditary."
"Are you afraid?"
"A little. I'm used to death. My mother died giving birth to me and my dad died when I was 8 because of the disease."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I've had a good life. The monks I studied with taught me not to focus on self-pity. Sometimes I get upset and that is when I meditate. I still think of myself as a monk even if I'm a rebellious one."
Sanura smiled Miroku had the wonderful ability to make her feel better. "Can you teach me how to meditate Miroku?"
"Of course I can."
~*~
Sango was amazed. She had never heard Miroku talk about himself. 'He never told me any of that.'
Did you ever bother to ask? (Damn little voice it always thinks it can control you. Shut up and keep writing. Yes master.)
'No'
She watched as Miroku told Sanura what to do. 'He seems so different from the letch I know.'
~*~
Sanura sat on the ground. She felt calm and collected. She began to concentrate on her own energy like Miroku had told her. She could sense it easily. She felt the instinct to channel it. She made her energy flow around her right hand it was warm and getting hotter. She had to let it go.
She opened her eyes and ran over to an open spot in the yard. Miroku fallowed curiously. Instinct told her just what to do. She stretched out her clawed hand and swiped downward. Energy erupted from her fingers leaving deep ruts in the ground where it hit.
"That was amazing Sanura! Do you remember how you did that?" Miroku was excited at Sanura's accomplishment.
Sanura worked with Miroku all afternoon before she mastered her newfound power. Miroku had trouble getting her to stop she was so happy.
"Come on it's time for dinner and we can surprise Kagome and Inuyasha tomorrow."
As he dragged Sanura inside Sango stepped out from behind the tree she had been behind. 'I never knew he could be like that.'
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A/N that's all she wrote. No more till next update which will be soon I hope. Anywayz hope everyone liked my chappie. If you did please review because I like a little recognition. If you didn't I don't mind some constructive criticism but don't bother to flame because I really don't care. If you hate my story just don't read it.
Ja ne peoples. ^_________^
A/N ok so I haven't updated in a while. Sorry people. But I have a treat especially for my good friend and faithful reviewer Sanura Sama. She is also the creator of Sanura and I thank her for letting me barrow her character. So for her and others who like Sanura I have written a chapter just for her.
Sanura: yeah I'm the star.
Yooso: well it is about time you got the spotlight
Author: both of you be quiet or I'll never get to the story ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Purrfect
Sanura watched as Yooso again tried to hit a target with a baseball. Her sister's pathetic attempts made her laugh but the constant complaining only irritated her.
Kagome was puzzled. "Maybe she can only hit it when she's angry."
"Or maybe she can only hit it when she isn't trying to." Sarcasm dripped from Inuyasha's voice. This comment of coarse started yet another argument.
Sanura was out of what little patience she had. 'Why do they always argue? Grr! I should go and knock some sense into them.' As she walked over to the two adults she saw the knife Yooso had thrown that morning and she suddenly got an idea. 'Yooso must only have good aim with something like a knife. With her small hands a baseball is difficult to throw and also has to be held differently.'
Sanura picked up the knife and walked towards Yooso. 'Shit! Why do Kagome and Dad have to be arguing across the target? If I'm wrong and Yooso misses she could seriously injure or even kill one of them. Oh well it will teach them not to argue.' (She is so mean. I love her^___^.)
She handed the knife to Yooso. " Throw this at the target."
"But."
"Don't argue just do it."
Yooso looked unsure but threw the knife at the target. The adults stood in shock silenced by the knife that was quivering in the center of the target.
"Yooso why did you do that?" Kagome said shakily.
"Sanura told me to."
Sanura found everyone staring at her. That made her blood boil. "What? Oh come on it made sense that she would only have good aim with a knife and you two wouldn't have moved even if I had asked!"
Inuyasha started to lecture her but was soon cut off by a Sanura super tantrum. "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" she picked up a filing cabinet and threw it across the room. (I did that with my hamper once.) "ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOOSO ANYWAY!" With that screamed she left the room slamming the door behind her.
Sanura ran at top speed outside. Then she jumped into a tree and sat in the branches pouting. When she calmed down she began to look around. She saw Miroku sitting out on the lawn with his eyes closed. 'What the hell is he doing?'
Curiosity got the best of her and she went to investigate. 'He can't be asleep.' "Miroku what are you doing?"
He cracked and eye open and looked at her. "I'm meditating."
"Why are you doing that?"
"It calms me down and heightens my spiritual awareness. Plus I get fewer bruises from Sango when I'm doing this."
Sanura couldn't help but laugh a little. This was the first time she had talked to the lecherous Miroku but she already liked the strange man. He was one of the only people she knew who wasn't obsessed with Yooso's unusual powers. Even Sango paid more attention to her breezy sister.
"Why are you so upset?"
Sanura was surprised. "How did you know I was upset?"
"I told you meditation heightens your spiritual awareness. I could sense your disturbed aura the minute you came outside."
Sanura couldn't help but tell the calm man the whole story. "I just got so mad!"
"That happens. Everyone gets mad sometimes."
~*~
Sango walked out of the big building. 'Where is that hentai? We need to get some work done.' Then she saw him talking to Sanura. She walked over and listened in.
"Where did you learn to meditate?"
"Well actually I used to be a monk. I came here to find a cure for a disease I have that's been in my family for centuries."
"What does the disease do?"
"Well it's hard to explain but basically it starts out small but grows and grows until it kills you. It's also hereditary."
"Are you afraid?"
"A little. I'm used to death. My mother died giving birth to me and my dad died when I was 8 because of the disease."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I've had a good life. The monks I studied with taught me not to focus on self-pity. Sometimes I get upset and that is when I meditate. I still think of myself as a monk even if I'm a rebellious one."
Sanura smiled Miroku had the wonderful ability to make her feel better. "Can you teach me how to meditate Miroku?"
"Of course I can."
~*~
Sango was amazed. She had never heard Miroku talk about himself. 'He never told me any of that.'
Did you ever bother to ask? (Damn little voice it always thinks it can control you. Shut up and keep writing. Yes master.)
'No'
She watched as Miroku told Sanura what to do. 'He seems so different from the letch I know.'
~*~
Sanura sat on the ground. She felt calm and collected. She began to concentrate on her own energy like Miroku had told her. She could sense it easily. She felt the instinct to channel it. She made her energy flow around her right hand it was warm and getting hotter. She had to let it go.
She opened her eyes and ran over to an open spot in the yard. Miroku fallowed curiously. Instinct told her just what to do. She stretched out her clawed hand and swiped downward. Energy erupted from her fingers leaving deep ruts in the ground where it hit.
"That was amazing Sanura! Do you remember how you did that?" Miroku was excited at Sanura's accomplishment.
Sanura worked with Miroku all afternoon before she mastered her newfound power. Miroku had trouble getting her to stop she was so happy.
"Come on it's time for dinner and we can surprise Kagome and Inuyasha tomorrow."
As he dragged Sanura inside Sango stepped out from behind the tree she had been behind. 'I never knew he could be like that.'
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A/N that's all she wrote. No more till next update which will be soon I hope. Anywayz hope everyone liked my chappie. If you did please review because I like a little recognition. If you didn't I don't mind some constructive criticism but don't bother to flame because I really don't care. If you hate my story just don't read it.
Ja ne peoples. ^_________^