The Third Family
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Author's Note: A while ago I got int trouble with Fan because of the long list of reviews I had at the begining of Dear Santa. They ended up taking the story off. Just so that doesn't happen to The Third Family, I will not answer reviews if I have more than ten from now on. I'm not saying that I don't want reviews. I LOVE REVIEWS! :) It's just that I don't want all my hard work that I've put into this story to go poof down the digital drain of the world wide web.
"So Mikoto just randomly told you that you had to throw a ball?" Kallani asked. I nodded. "Sounds just like him." she replied rolling her eyes, "Luckily it's not that hard to throw a ball together." "It's not?" I questioned. "Not at all." Kallani answered cheerfully, "First we come up with a date. Then we send out all the invitations.After thatwe find room for all the guests in the castle because they'll stay for a week or two. And lastly we work out decorations and food. Simple."
"That's what you say." I grumbled, "It sounds impossible!" Kallani laughed. "But it's not!" she insisted, "We'll start right now. Today's Janurary second. So that means we'll have the ball some time in Februrary. Choose a day, it doesn't matter what." "The fourteenth." I replied. Valentine's Day. What a perfect time for a ball. Who cared if St. Valentine probably hadn't been born yet?
Kallani nodded. "That's a good day." she said nodding. The full demoness wrote the date down on a little scrap of paper. "Even though hosting a ball is simple, you're going to need to have a place to spread out and stay orginized." "Thta makes sense." I said nodding.
"We're getting you your own office."
"What?!"
"Just what I said." Kallani replied, "You're going to need your own office. Don't think this is going to be the only ball you host in your life time. You'll be hosting a whole lot. Let's go talk to Mikoto."
"Her own office?" Mikoto repeated. "Yes." Kallani said, "I know you
dislike social functions like balls, but they're required and Kyo'll
need a space to work them out." He nodded. "Of course." Mikoto replied,
"My mother had an office just for that. It's the one next to mine. I
think all of her information and such should be still in there."
"Yes." Kallani said nodding, "That's a nice room." She turned to me.
"You'll like it Kyo." Kallani motioned for me to follow and walked out
of the room. "Don't over work yourself on this Kitten." Mikoto warned
me, "You've got pleanty of time." "Don't worry." I replied, "I won't."
I hurried after Kallani.
"Is
this Mikoto's mother's office?" I asked looking around the room. There
were some bookshelves in it, butthe walls weren't lined with them like
inMikoto's office. There were a lot of cabinets though. At the end of
the room was a desk that looked exactly like Mikoto's.
But what really caught my eye was apainting that was in the room.It one
was huge. I swear it was life size. The picture was of a man and a
woman sitting side by side in a garden of white roses. The woman was
beautiful.Her black hair was pulled into a braid that was hanging over
her right shoulder. Two off white cat ears poked out of her hair,
contrasting perfectly with the black of her hair. The woman's over
kimono was a light green embroidered with yellow flowers and darker
green leaves. Her under kimono was a pretty powder blue.
The man next to her wore black haori pants, and a red haori top
enbroidered with silver and gold. The gold in the haori set off the
gold of his hair that reached the top of his ears, waving gently. The
man's crystal blue eye finished the whole picture off.
"That's Mikoto's parents." Kallani said, seeing me look at the picture.
"They were beautiful." I commented. "And kind." she added, "Just as
kind and fair as they were good looking."
I walkedbehindthe desk and started looking around at the stuff on it.
There was a quill and ink well. The inkwell was full. There was a pile
of papers neatly stacked. It was a bit creepy. I knew that Mikoto's
mother had been dead for years, but it looked like she had only been
here right before we arrived.
Another painting caught my eye. This one was a lot smaller. It was only
about a foot tall. Like in the last picture, there was two people in
it. I reconized Mikoto's mother. This time her black hair was down. I
hadn't noticed how long her hair was in the other picture. She was
wearing crimson in this picture. A little boy was sitting in her lap.
His blond hair and blue eyes matched his father's but the cat ears were
unmistakenly his mothers.
I grinned and flipped the picture around so that Kallani could see.
"Mikoto and his mother?" I guessed. "Eight year old Mikoto and his
mother." Kallani said nodding. There was some writing on the back of
the picture. Two names. The first one was easy to read. Mitsuki. The
other was a little harder to read, but I finally deciphered Mikoto
after a few seconds.
"The artist had them sign it after he was done." Kallani explained,
"But enough art explanations. Let's get down to buisness." She opened
one of the cabinets and pulled out a few big boxes, placing them on the
floor. "There are all the people you should think about inviting."
Kallani told me, "There's a page on each guest that says their title,
family members, and different balls and social occations they've been
to here. It'll help you decide who should invite."
I looked over the boxes. There were four in all and let's just say they
weren't little boxes. Each box was a little bigger than a file cabinet
drawer.
About fifteen minutes into the job I pulled out file. Reading it over,
I smirked. The file was none other than Inuyasha's fathers. "Interested
in inviting that person?" Kallani asked. "Even if I did want to invite
him, I couldn't." I replied, "He's dead. Kallani took the paper and
laughed. "That he is." she agreed, "I've got Sesshoumaru's file on the
invite pile. I'll just throw this one out."
Nodding, something occured to me. "How up to date are these?" I asked.
Kallani shrugged, "I've only thrown one ball while Mikoto was away so I
really don't know. Probably they haven't been updated since Mikoto's
mother died." I sweat dropped. "And how do we know there aren't other
dead people records in here?" I asked. Kallani shrugged again. "We
won't know until we send them out." she replied.
About
an hour later, we had seventy six people on the guest list, pulled out
four other people from the boxes that Kallani was sure were dead, and
added, Inuyasha and the gang into the inventory.
"That's enough for
today." Kallani told me, "We'll start writing all the invitations
tomorrow." "You mean we have to write seventy six invitations?" I
asked. "No." Kallani replied, "Only sixty three. There's a lot of
families and five of the guests are your friends and from what you've
told me, we only have to send one invitation for all of them." "Yeah."
I agreed, "That's right."
"Well I've got to go." Kallani said getting up from the floor, "There's
a few things I've got to do by the end of the day and it's already
after dark. You don't mind putting away all the boxes by yourself, do
you?" "No." I replied, "I'll do it." "Great." Kallani said nodding,
"Thanks." She hurried out of the room.
I absentmindedly started putting the boxes back while wondering where
Kallani had gone off to. And what a mistake it was. The boxes were
heavy. I didn't get a good grip on one and it slipped out of my
fingers, crashing to the ground and spilling out all the papers. I
groaned, setting the box upright again. Looking into the box, my eyes
caught on a little red book. I grabbed it and put it besides me. I
would look at it after I finished cleaning up.
It took me another fifteen minutes to clean up all the papers and put the box back. Finally I sat down at my desk. Opening it up to the first page, I read this: You have found the diary of Misuki, Lady of the Northern Lands...
Inuyasha: You're just going to end it right there?!
Clear Waters: Yup!
Inuyasha: Evil authoress. I should chop you up with the Wind Scar.
Miroku: Inuyasha, are you saying that you liked this chapter?
Inuyasha: I never said that!
Sango: You've never gotten mad about any of Clear Water's cliff hangers before, that's all.
Inuyasha: Shut up, will you?!
Shippo: Oooh! I really do think that Inuyasha liked this chapter!
Clear Waters: Maybe he did! R&R everyone!
Inuyasha: I DID NOT LIKE THIS CHAPTER!
Kagome: Sure Inuyasha.
