Homu watashi aishite.
"Thanks for coming Miroku," Kouga told his once friend.
"No problem," was the other's reply. "So, what did you want to tell me?"
"Kikyo's doing some heavy shit and I'm worried about my son."
"So, why not report it?"
"I don't want Koryu to die."
"Protective, huh?"
"You think?"
"Is that all?"
"Yes," and Miroku was gone.
"Goddammit! Why won't he listen to me!" Inu Yasha slammed his fist on Sesshoumaru's coffee table and in doing so, knocked his glass onto the floor.
"You are cleaning that up," his brother told him. Rin, Sesshoumaru's soon to be wife, giggled and went off into another room. The two brothers sighed at the same time and Inu Yasha got up to get a towel to clean up the mess he had made.
"Mommy, where are we going?" Asked a small voice.
"Mommy needs some medicine," replied the woman. She stopped the car and got out. A strange man walked over to them and handed the woman something while the child in the car watched, unaware of what was going on.
Sango sobbed in her friend's bed. Mrs. Botan had suggested she try to sleep and had lent her Miroku's bed since the teen was out. Soon, though, the sobbing wore her out and she fell asleep.
Miroku sighed and walked into Tony's. He ordered a slice of pizza and looked over to see Yuka at another table, something wrong with her. Giving a dejected sigh, he got up, taking his food with him, and slid into her booth.
"What's wrong?" He asked. She jumped and looked around in a very paranoid way. "Chill, I'm not going to hurt you," he told her. She visibly sighed. "So, why are you here? I heard you were having relationship problems," he told her.
"It's public. I'm safe in public," Yuka replied. Miroku looked at her and she explained. He nodded, following what she was saying.
"Good-bye Yuka," he said when he left.
"Hello father," Sesshoumaru's cool and collected voice came through the line.
"Can you come over?" Mr. Akemi asked.
"Sure," was the reply before the phone clicked off. A little while later, a knock on the door ushered Sesshoumaru's arrival.
"Hello Sesshoumaru," Dani Akemi greeted him.
"Hello Dani," he greeted his stepmother. She stepped aside and allowed him to come in, which he did. "Where's my father?" He asked.
"In here," Katsutoshi's voice yelled from the kitchen.
"Why did you call me?" Sesshoumaru asked when he sat down.
"There's a young man, the one that was in the hospital a few months ago here yesterday," started the father.
"And?" Questioned the younger man.
"He claims to be my son, your half brother," admitted the elder Akemi. His raised a brow.
"Was his name Inu Yasha?"
"He never mentioned, but it seems familiar," responded Katsutoshi.
"Then, he is," Sesshoumaru said, getting up and leaving.
"Mom, I'm home," Miroku yelled. No one answered his call. "She must be at the store," Miroku shrugged. He grabbed his backpack and went upstairs to his room, planning on doing the homework he had neglected all break. He was about to throw his bag onto his bed when he noticed someone sleeping on it. It was Sango.
'She's so beautiful. It's like, she's made of porcelain, a doll. But she's too beautiful to be a doll."
Miroku reached out with and touched her face gently. Then, before he had time to think, he kissed Sango softly on the lips. She stirred and he froze, but soon, the teen girl resumed her sleep.
Picking up his backpack, Miroku spared a glance backward at the sleeping girl.
"I love you," a voice said, so softly that it might have just been the little breeze that always hung around inside the house.
Inu Yasha grumbled, but picked up the phone. "Hello," he answered gruffly. He was back with Miroku's family, his stay at his brother's over. Sango looked at him and he wondered what that look in her eyes was.
"Inu Yasha?" A male voice questioned.
"This is he," replied the youngest Akemi.
"It's Katsutoshi Akemi," replied the voice.
"What do you want?" Inu Yasha practically snarled.
"You say you're my son. Sesshoumaru says so as well. I want a paternity test," the voice of Inu Yasha's father stated. Sango looked up from her magazine when Inu Yasha dropped the phone in surprise. He quickly picked it up and apologized.
"When?" Asked Inu Yasha.
"Are you free next Saturday?" Asked the man.
"Yeah," the teen replied.
"3 o'clock," Katsutoshi replied, hanging up.
"So, why did you drop the phone?" Asked Miroku. Inu Yasha didn't reply.
"Sango!" Naraku's voice yelled out Monday morning. The twin turned around to her brother practically in her face, panting heavily.
"Yeah," was her calm response.
"Dad was going to throw away all of your stuff, but I saved it. It's in my car. Where are you staying, I'll drop it this evening," Naraku told her quickly as they hurried to first hour, a class they shared.
"Miroku's and you can give it to me this afternoon, after school in the parking lot," Sango replied as they climbed the stairs, a minute until class started. The two set off in a run as they reached ground level.
"Made it," Sango sighed, panting just a little as she walked into the classroom, bell ringing. Walking with a grace few have, she sat down at her table. Yuka, Naraku, and Hojo were her group she had to work with. Taking out a sheet of paper, she wrote:
Cursed
A twinkle in my eye,
Headliner written across the sky,
Here's me, here's my dream.
So many things have happened,
So many things still uncertain.
What's going on,
Why is this carousal spinning so fast?
Where are they?
When will they return,
Who are they,
Do they remember me?
A twinkle in my eye,
Headliner written across the sky,
Here's me, here's my dream.
Don't you dare tell me how I need to live,
I don't dictate your actions,
So don't do that to me.
I'm not a little robot who follows orders,
Not your slave, no matter what you say.
My dreams are mine,
They're not for you,
So don't steal them.
I won't listen as you insult me.
A twinkle in my eye,
Headliner written across the sky,
Here's me, here's my dream.
A twinkle in my eye,
Headliner written across the sky,
Here's me, here's my dream.
This is me,
I can see,
That you're the poison in my system.
I'm slowly dying because of you.
"What's that?" Yuka asked. Sango blushed, calling it nothing. Yuka shrugged, and went back to work.
A/N: Hey, how are all of you? I'm fine. Oh, and if you have a account, stories included on it, join the contest and get a cool prize. There aren't many entries so you could have a chance to win one of the 20 prizes. Spoken from the Drama judge herself. And, the team #1 in the NSC goes up against Marion High with a perfect record, 9-0. And, who might that team be? Why the New Prairie Cougars, of course! And it just so happens that I am a Marching Cougar, though marching is over, but I'm still a Cougar.