Arts of Domestic Violence

Disclaimer: No:sighs: I don't own Inu Yasha & Co.

"talk"

(thoughts)

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In Tokyo Japan…

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep. The raven haired girl groaned as her hand repeatedly slapped around on her nightstand to find the offending object. She muttered incoherent words from her cherry tinted lips as she furrowed her brows and finally opened one dark cobalt blue eye. (AN I know Kagome's eyes are not blue, but brown, just making blue for the difference between her and her sister) She saw the object of her hate blinking back at her noisily from the other side of the room. (Gah! Kikyo you hate me don't you!) She rolled over on the top bunk on the twin bunk bed that belonged to her twin and herself. She rested her head on her arms and glared at the clock in hopes that it would silence itself…. Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep. She let out a frustrated sigh and growled, she looked at her nightstand for some inanimate object. The night stand was tall, iron bars the stretch up to the top bunk and had two tables inserted, one in the middle for her twin and one on top for her. She grinned as she spotted the remote and with a sleepy war cry she chucked it at the clock and let out a cry of victory as it knocked it over in the trash can which thus caused the plug to come undone. Fwee! Point one for the Kag-master!) She squealed mentally as she sat up looking around her room.

"Kagome? You better be up!" She heard her mother's voice call and she nodded. She then slapped herself mentally, she wasn't going to see her nod…boy she needed to go to bed earlier.

"Hai hahaoya! I'm up!" She said mock saluting her door. She untangled herself from her sheets. It was mid summer, and the weather was scorching hot! Their room was decorated with fans cause, kami had it, to where their air conditioner was broken. Her forehead was already sleek with sweat, she was wearing a white tank top and black pajama pants that were rolled up above her knees.

"Don't forget girls that Dad wants you to fix the air conditioner today!"

"Like I would forget!" Kagome said with a laugh. She grabbed a hair clip off of her sister's dresser and tied up her hair. Besides the fact that her sister and herself were well accustomed to the stage and acting they also were well trained mechanics. She walked out of her room and saw her little brother, Souta, walk up the stairs shaking his head. "What's wrong squirt?" She asked ruffling his hair as he walked by.

"Aie…Kikyo is doing her soap opera acting…AGAIN!" He growled frustrated. Kagome snickered. Kikyo was defiantly the queen of Sunday afternoon soap acting. Kikyo would spend hours mimicking the actors on t.v. She walked down stairs and heard a powerful wail. She giggled a bit as she walked past the living room where Kikyo was screaming with tears in her eyes like the girl on T.V. She walked into the kitchen determined to have ice cream for breakfast.

Kikyo sat silently on the couch completely enthralled with the t.v. Yes! It was Sunday and her soaps were on. She lounged on their dark blue couches dressed in her dark red pajama shorts and a white tank top like her sisters. Her sweat dampened hair was pulled up into a lopped pony tail. She glanced over to the table by the couch during the commercial and looked at the picture letting a brief sadness cross her features. (We miss you otokooya) She thought sadly looking at a dark haired man in the picture. He carried the 7 year old twins, one on each shoulder. Their mother was standing beside him smiling while holding a 2 year old Souta in her arms. That was 10 years ago. She then heard the distinct clatter of the alarm clock on the floor above her and smirked. (Ha! Point for the Kiy-master!)

"Must you do this every Sunday?" Souta all but complained while wrinkling his nose at the t.v and she laughed.

"Of course! How do I expect to get any better at acting?" She replied as if it was obvious as the sky was blue.

"Gah, but you are good enough already!" He said, man he wanted to watch his Sunday cartoons.

"Maybe, but not good enough." She teased and suddenly glared and screamed at the t.v. "That bastard! Taren put everything out into saving his ass from her mother and he is dumping her for that whore?" She screamed and Souta groaned. Kami did he have weird sisters. He finally went to his room with a sigh of defeat. Kikyo glared at the television and decided to play along. She watched the main character, Taren, get tears in her eyes and started to scream at him. She followed suit by making her eyes watery, which always did wonders when she was little, and started to go along with Taren and sobbed and started to give the pillow, who was playing the man, a verbal beat down.

"Having fun?" Kagome asked as she walked in two bowls of ice cream. Kikyo wiped her eyes with a laugh.

"Fwee! Ice Cream!" Kikyo giggled happily and took a bowl. The twins took a seat and Kagome arched a brow,

"Why is David not with Taren and with the slut?" Kagome asked sucking on her spoon.

"Would you believe that bastard dumped her for that thing?" Kikyo growled, obviously outraged.

"What? That bastard!" Kagome fumed. She laughed mentally; Sundays were always a day the twins spent most together, even if it was watching soap operas. After awhile their mother came in a dropped a box of tool on the floor in front of them.

"Alright girls, come on. Its past noon and I am sure you guys want to be in the air conditioning." Their mother said with a gentle but firm voice. Their mother was tall and always beautiful in their eyes, while they had raven locks, their mother had dark brown; short locks the twisted around shortly towards her shoulders. Souta had taken more after his mother in appearance while the girls were like a female version of their father. She was dressed in an apron and white summer dress. No matter the temperature she would always dress as a typical house wife. The girls groaned,

"But it's so hot out there! Can't we wait till the evening?" Kikyo asked pouting.

"Yea! What if we melt?" Kagome frowned putting in affect her big puppy dog eyes.

"You don't do it right now I won't give you the letters you both received in the mail today and they seem quite important." She teased pulling two letters from her apron. The girls looked at each other from the corners of their eyes and back to the fancy letters.

"Race ya!" Kagome called out dashing over the couch while Kikyo quickly grabbed the tools,

"No you don't!" She hollered hot on her trial. Their mother chuckled and picked up the bowls after safely tucking away the letters and headed to the kitchen.

Outside the girls were panting from the heat. Sweat adorned their young features as they clanked around with the conditioner.

"You would figure that since we are taking care of a national land mark that they would give us top quality stuff." Kagome grumbled while twisting another bolt. Both girls were huddled over the hunk of machinery poking at odds and ends trying to find what stalled their precious air conditioner. The Higurashi family had inherited the shrine through generations. It was in their grandfather's hands and then it would be left to their mother, then them plus their brother. The shrine was ancient and held a wonderful tale that drew tourists often.

A tale of a reincarnated priestess traveling back in time to the feudal era through a well called the bone eaters well. There she met a half demon and was freed, a scared jewel was shattered in an attempt by the young girl to save a child's life and they had a never ending journey to complete the jewel. Romance was involved because while the half demon was still in love with the living dead priestess the dubbed, reincarnation, was starting to heal his betrayed heart. It was a miraculous story and the girls never tired of hearing it. Their mother found it enjoyable that she named her daughters after the two girls of this feudal fairy tale. They looked alike as the two women did that the half demon loved. Of course Kikyo was named Kikyo for being born first and Kagome followed and dubbed her the name of the reincarnated priestess. The twins didn't mind, they rather enjoyed it. Yet the tale only stopped halfway, no one knows how the story had ended because there was grand battle between the half demon and his brother and with a huge blast of energy from both sides consumed the land they stood. No one knew anything of them since then and presumed the heroes dead and life went on.

"Here is the problem!" Kikyo cried out happily and Kegome peered over her sister's shoulder and saw a little rodent nibbling on some wires…and not just any rodent.

"SOUTA!" They cried and the little boy peeked out the window.

"Wha!" He complained and looked down to see Kagome tapping her foot holding the little rat in her hand.

"Unless you want me to feed Mr. Gesshirui to Buyo you better come and get him!" She all but roared at her little brother. While the feud went on Kikyo had finished using black tape to fix the wires and called to her mother that was in the garden,

"Try it now mom!" They packed up their tools and followed a protective Souta into the house. The three siblings let out a cheer as they were met with the ice cold breeze of the air conditioning.

"Alright!" They cheered. The girls joined their mother in the kitchen, both downing glasses of water.

"Here you are girls." Said Mrs. Higurashi while handing them the letters and walked out. The two girls sat down at the table eagerly and looked at the letters. Both were written in beautiful find print with only their names on the front. They arched a brow at each other and they opened them carefully. Both read the letters aloud at the same time.

Dear Kagome and Kikyo Higurashi,

We, the staff of Shikon High; School of Performing Arts, humbly request your enrollment at the beginning of this school year which starts August 14. We have gotten many very positive submissions of request from your teachers at Tenchi High. We would be greatly honored to have your participation. Our school is located in Yokohama Japan. We offer dorm room for out of town students. We eagerly await your response, our information in on the following sheet. Thank you for your time.

Principle Taisho

Silence filled the kitchen as the two girls read the letters over again to themselves. Slowly their mind let the information sink in and simultaneously they screamed,

"OMG!" They ran to each other and hugged on another like a life line. They screamed and cried happily. Their wish had come true! They were just invited to join THE BEST performing arts school in the world! (Oh Satsuya…if you could see our girls now) Mrs. Higurashi thought while looking to the picture on the table in the living room after hearing the joyous screams in the kitchen.

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In Yokohama Japan…

The room was faintly lit while aphotic shades danced across the room painting it in a dark contrast to the alabaster furniture. He sat in the chair dazing out the window. Broad shoulders set firmly with a business suit adorning his very muscular body which appeared lithe to the naked eye. Dark brows furrowed as amber dimmed eyes scanned over the folders of documents once more. His hands were huge and calloused for a lifetime of struggle and they held the papers like they were fragile pieces of porcelain.

"Honey?" Came the voice of his beautiful mate. Mate. He snickered to himself, old habits die hard. His present wife came, Izayoi, his human mate. The mighty Inu Taisho had lived through many many years along with his linked woman. His first mate, his first beautiful mate of the finest Inu Youkai was Tanrei (AN Tanrei means grace :D), was lost to an illness that consumed her from the inside out. For the longest time it was him and his one son, Sesshomaru. For many decades they lived in a constant mourning and Sesshomaru was still a happy child and understood but kept strong for his father. He would always play out side with the young servant children but when a human woman came forth seeking refuge this mighty Taisho took her in. Taisho was consumed by the resembling personalities for he believed in a possible reincarnate. They soon wed and were bound to each other for centuries ahead. If one of them died so would the other. When they had Inu Yasha life had changed. Sesshomaru, for one, closed himself off completely. He was ashamed that his father taken on a new mate and assumingly forgotten about his mother. He refused to talk to this woman and would only show his half brother a half ass acknowledgement. This Sesshomaru trusted no one. Years flew by as the two brothers grew up along side their parents. Kingdoms fell to government and emperors. The human society had overthrown youkai population. They were forced to join the crowd and grow with the advances of technology and thus forth learned. Now Mr. Taisho was the best known company manager on the market. Profits were always high and had one, world renowned school, under his belt. He would have nothing but the best for his sons.

"Hai Koi?" He responded with a fanged grin. A small familiar of his youkai blood. It had been hard to discretely hide his demon image. Centuries of evolution led to the permanent loss of most youkai assets. An immune system to beat the gods, silver dipped hair which could not be dyed or cut was not lost to them as well as their golden eyes. Any other person would suspect that they had early aging in hair color run in the family and never asked and most suspected the colors of their eyes to be a fad of contact lenses and said nothing more. Then the files were closed, the world did not suspect such ancient folk lore of demons and they never mentioned it. To them, being a demon was dead to them now. They were now ranked as high ranking humans.

"Just checking up on you, you have been in here all day." He grunted, she was always looking after him.

"I'm fine. Making one last run through of the students who will be attending this year. I'm crossing my fingers we get the Higurashi duo, with them we have hopes of bringing this school to new heights." He said looking down at the files in his hands. The documents with all the school information on the set of twins and their pictures clipped onto them. These were so detailed as to mark every time they got to school late to what boys they beat up. He chuckled. What a pair.

"Only the best for you, ne?" She asked smiling at him. He nodded and looked out the window as he felt his eldest son's presence walking by.

Sesshomaru had walked out of the mansion in disgust. God how he hated being cooped up. Ever since the accident with his brother hundreds of years ago that had left both of them bed ridden for years he had come to detest the fine pillars and splendor of their home. His alabaster and silver tinted locks were pulled back in a low ponytail that cascaded down his back. He wore a dark royal blue button up shirt that framed his broad shoulders and black slacks. Simple black shoes completed his attire as he walked down towards the cliff, past his father's office. He growled deep within his throat, that woman was there with him. Even after all these years of explanations, apologies, kindness, and promises, he could still not find it in his heart to forgive his father. He sighed through his bangs.

He continued walking down the ruffed up path he had made many years ago. Only thing he seemed to like about Yokohama was that the ocean, it was here since it was a port city after all. He walked through the forest inhaling deeply, his golden eyes taking in the beauty of nature around him. One too many times had people considered him "curved" for his lack of relationships, like of natural beauty, and his looks. He was not one would call handsome. No, he was considered celestially beautiful. He had gained his features from his mother and everyday he saw his father he could see heartache in his eyes, he was always a constant reminder. He prided himself. He missed his mother everyday he had to look in the mirror. Looking into the mirror he could see through the salty vision of perfection and grace. His mother's silvery moon pigmented locks that she would always have in a bun no less of perfection. It was decorated with small white flower pins that were encrusted with diamonds. She was like a goddess in everyone's eyes. Her death still lay heavily on his shoulders.

He sat leaned against the tree crossing his arms over his chiseled chest as his dark amber eyes looked out to the ocean. It never seem to change…just like him. Waves rushing in over the years, it probably has seen many things, heard many things, and felt the changes of the world around it yet it still rushes in to lap at the sandy shores…never changing. Like himself… His mother loved arts of all kind. Theater which dubbed in today terms as in acting and movies. This was his only reason for staying in the profession and decided to teach the underclass men of this school year. He had seen the eager look in his father's eyes. Something about this year was going to be different. He could feel the change in his bones (Mother…)

Inu Yasha scoffed as he saw his bother walked down the well worn path towards the cliff. If his brother wasn't training it was down there at that damned piece of rock. He sighed and growled, summer was almost over and he was thanking every god he knew and even the ones he didn't. He was bored out of his mind! Inu Yasha continued to walk in the opposite direction of his brother down his own path in the woods. The brothers, so different in personality shared more interests and such than they knew. Inu Yasha's father made a twist of genetics for him to loose his precious dog ears upon his head. The same went for his brother, markings and pointy ears all gone. And god forbid, their claws. God how they hated the loss of them. Both brothers shared a sense of helplessness. No weapons of defense besides modern day katanas that wouldn't even fend off a dog. Sure there were barely any traces of demons now a days but old habits die hard.

His wild locks were tied up in a similar fashion as his brother. Except the fact of his much more wild bangs obscuring his vision of the path in front of his and his side locks flopped down a little past his shoulders. He wore a dark red button up shirt, very similar to his brothers' style and black slacks also. So different but so alike as his mother always said. He reached his destination happily. Of course he would never let this care free smile grace his lips in public but right now he was in his element. He was in his forest. He climbed a mighty oak and rested against a branch. He sighed contently.

He sat with his arms crossed over his chest silently. He watched as the small woodland creatures became brave and dared to come into the open by his tree. A small fanged smile appeared on his lips as he saw a doe and her fawn chewing on some of the grass. Some squirrels chased each other near a patch of clovers where some rabbits nibbled upon them. The leaves rustled and danced above him with the soft ocean breeze and the small beams of sunlight that made their way through the canopy shown down on his face. He relished in the sunshine which gave him a nice skin tone. His brother was mostly a shade of porcelain for his favor of the night while he adored his sunshine. Suddenly the peacefulness of the calm forest theme was shattered with a cell phone ring. He groaned, that tone meant it was none other than his best friend Miroku. Even though he would never admit to that out loud.

"What ya want?" He all but growled while answering the phone.

"Yo Yash! I guess I interrupted 'I'm sitting in a tree' time again didn't I?" He chuckled in response.

"Keh." Miroku knew him to damn well.

"Well I just wanted to say that Hojo and I are coming over in a bit."

"What ya need to bring him for?" He groaned. Hojo Kaze. Older brother to Miroku. Those two were as bad as himself and his brother when it came to personalities. Except of being cold hearted well…Hojo was just dense as hell. Yet Miroku considered him a god because besides the obvious, Hojo was a VERY talented artist but occasionally drew naked pictures of the fairer sex. He scoffed. Fag.

"Your father asked Hojo to paint a centerpiece for the school." Miroku stated. Miroku and his brother had attened Shikon ever since they were kids. Shikon was the hugest school in the world and best at that. It taught all grades and could dorm students over 13. There were two, four story buildings. Then there were rows of one floor buildings in the back. In the middle of school grounds were all sport associated areas and food court. Then there was one more, huge, three story building behind it where the dorms were. All of this had been created with the help of the funds of the Kaze family. The Kaze family was a company that made its profit off of the best clothes line in world due to Mrs. Kaze and the other half of the fortune was created off of Mr. Kaze's architecture.

"How much longer till you arrive?"

"Give or take 10 minutes if this red light doesn't change sooner." Miroku laughed. Inu Yasha could hear the distinct sounds of traffic emitting from his phone and said,

"Alright. I'll open the gates for you." After that he leapt off of his branch and started to make his way out of the forest.

Miroku whooted as the light blared green and he floored it. Miroku was defiantly a energetic spirit who enjoyed his life…and the women. He had his pitch black hair pulled back into a small rat tail except a few brave bangs decided to hang lazily in his face, well until the wind grasped them back with Miroku's speed demon of a car. He enjoyed the breeze in his hair as he continued to blaze down the streets in his black convertible. He then took an exit and started to drive down a rural path that was hidden on the woods. After making his way down the mile long drive way he drove through the black steel gates. His brother sat petrified in the passenger seat. It all came back to him on why he didn't like riding with his brother. His light chestnut locks were wind blasted everywhere. He got out of the car dressed in his black shirt and jeans and inspencted the picture with his green eyes,

"Your lucky you didn't damage the picute." He mumbled.

"Yo Yash!" He called out with a wave of his hand. He leapt out and straightened his dark amethyst shirt and blue jeans. "Help es will ya?" He asked pointing to the huge brown paper wrapped parcel in the back. Inu Yasha huffed and the three pulled it out and started to head for the mansion that was built by the best of the best, Miroku's father. The servants opened the door and they walked into the main room. They set it down and wiped the light sweat from their forhead. "Fweh! That was heavy." Miroku stated as he plopped down on the dark leather couches. Hojo followed in the same fashion, just much more mature about it. Mr. Tashio and his mate walked into the living room and greeted the boys.

"Weclome back Miroku, Hojo." Mr. Taisho stated in a friendly manner.

"You Pops, here it is!" Miroku said happily.

" Sorry bout the delay, my model was sick for a few days." Hojo said formally as he bowed his head apologetically. Izayoi walked in dressed in her beautiful evening kimono. She could still not find it in her heart to part from her traditional ways. Not that they mind, she was still beautiful none the less.

"Want to do the honors mother?" Inu Yasha asked, he was always formal when in front of his parents. She nodded and walked over to the huge piece, it was just about at tell as herself she mused. She pulled on the string of rope and with a slight tug the papers unraveled themselves and pooled around the picture on the floor. Near by servants paused in awe and the Taisho family stared.

"This piece is exceptional. Hojo this is spectacular. This is excellent." Mr. Taisho said with complete astonishment. Hojo bowed his head bashfully. The picture had a dark back ground with a mix of blue, black, and dark purple hues. A woman was standing in a graceful pose in a bright kimono to stand out against the back ground. Spring colors of orange, green, red, and gold made of the brilliantly patterned hued kimono. She had ice white/blue hair that was in a beautiful collection of disarray and was holding to silver mask, masks of drama. One happy, one said. She had cheery lips and blue kikyo flowers adorning her hair and one painted on her cheek. Iridescent shawls decorated her bare shoulders and floated around her gracefully. It was a piece that would astound the students.

"It's so beautiful." Inu Yasha's mother praised. Miroku and Hojo grinned. If it passes Izayoi it would pass for the world.

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In Kyoto Japan…

"AHH! MOTHER!" a young girl screamed while running through the house. The house wasn't big and fancy but it was enough to call home for the twelve occupants. Yes… you heard right. Twelve. A girl who appeared to be around 17 ran into the room with 4 young boys clinging to her legs. She was skinny but you could tell she was athletic, ya had to be with 4 kids clinging to you! She had long dark hair pulled up into a high ponytail and faint golden amber eyes, yet upon her head stuck out two bushy brown wolf ears. She had a black tank top on and baggy, ripped, blue jeans. She had some black jelly bracelets around her wrists and a black choker around her neck. She had a soft shade of magenta eye shadow and dark cherry lips. This was Sango Hiraikotsu. The only adoptive daughter of the Hiraikotsu family. This was indeed a huge family but none the less, a happy family.

"This was Kouga's doing wasn't it?" She cried desperately trying to fling the little whelps off of her legs but to no avail. Kouga Hiraikostu was the oldest of the family aging 18 in human years. All in all the family included, Mr. and Mrs. Hiraikostu, Sango, Kouga, and 4 little boys and 4 little girls. It was obvious they were youkai, who in their right mind would have this many kids if they were human? The little wolf cubs giggled and clung closer to her legs. She groaned and flopped over on the raggedy old couch making 4 little boys dog…well…wolf pile on her. They all laughed as their mother smiled at the scene before her. She had found Sango after a tragic accident on the cliff in the patch of not to far from the house by the road. She had taken her in and the family had taken her in happily. Especially Kouga. He claimed it his duty to watch over his siblings and took a liking to Sango. They were inseparable but a result of that caused Sango to be a rowdy tomboy and fighter like her older brother.

"AHHH! DAD!" A masculine yet young voice screamed. Into the living came none other than the wolf teenager himself. His more wolfish features as his tail and ears remained for the family not having the magical knowledge to hide it. They made it through the present day though with stuffing his tail down his jeans and no one really looked at his ears. His bright blue eyes had got him many girlfriends and sometimes managed to make Sango blush. There stood Kouga with one little girl on his head pulling on his black ponytail, two hung off of each arm and the final one was gnawing on his leg.

"You! This was your doing!" He accused his hanyou of a sister. When taking Sango into the family, they made it official by making her hanyou with the blood transfer of her new parents. She laughed sheepishly and all the wolf cubs cheered and raised there little hands in the air,

"Fight!" The two eldest siblings smirked and rushed out into the backyard with the little wolf cubs on their heels. Out in the back yard the two prepared in a fighting stance. Yes oh how they loved to fight. Kouga and Sango always loved to challenge each other, do tons of stunts for the public and movies to bring in extra money to the family, and most of all, reek havoc on one another with their faithful siblings. Kouga was the first to dash forward and swing his fist which Sango barely had enough time to duck. Dust rose as they started to swing at each other again and again with their little fans cheering from the sidelines. Right when Kouga punched she swung her foot to kick him in the side and they caught each other. They stood in the yard smirking at each other why he used his free hand to catch her leg and she used one hand to catch his fist and the other holding her claws at her neck.

"Point for my girl!" Their father called out making another tally mark on the back wall of the house where many more were. It was always a way to pass the time. The back wall of the house had a line dividing it down the middle. One side had Kouga's carved into it and the other had Sango's. Both side had tons of tally marks but after all these years Kouga was still ahead by a few hundred. In the shed were extra boards with tally marks on them from the past decades.

"Kouga! Sango! Phone!" Their mother called out and the teens raised their brows at each other. It was Sunday, who on earth was calling? Walking into the house Sango picked up the phone in the kitchen while Kouga got the one from their mother.

"Moshi Moshi?" They answered at once.

"Hello. Kouga and Sango Hiraikotsu?" Said a gruff voice.

"Hai." They responded as Sango walked into the living room to sit down on the couch by her brother resting her feet on his lap. He glared at her and she stuck her tongue out at him.

"This is Katsumoto Taisho." He needn't say more. Both of them had their jaws drop and stared wide eyed.

"What can we help you with Taisho-sama?" Sango asked bravely. They weren't stupid. This was a demon lord and they damn well knew it, expecially Kouga. Yet he never would reveal that information about a certain piece of past to his sister. Never. He chuckled and responded,

"No need for formalities. I have a proposal for you."

"What is it we can do for you?" Kouga asked. They gulped nervously, what would the master of the economic world and best school principle in the world be doing calling there house and he himself none the less. Mentally they laughed sheepishly, they had always been home schooled considering their demon state.

"I have noticed from the last movie, Hiei Samurai, that you were the stunt doubles, and the chorographers for the battle scenes yes?"

"Hai we were." They responded.

"Well. As you know I am the principle of Shikon High, School of Performing Arts and I was wondering if you two were interested in attending this school year. I am clearly aware of you youkai heritage but I can have that fixed with my mate. This school year we have a big event planned and your two's attendance would be greatly appreciated. Do you accept?" They looked at each other like he had asked if the world was round. Of Course! They high five each other,

"Wouldn't miss it for the world!" They cheered.

"Glad to hear it. With in the next week you should receive the information and your plane tickets in the mail. You will be able to have rooms in our dorms. I await your arrival." He responded happily and hung up the phone. The two dropped the phone and stood up happily and Kouga picked up his sister and spun her in the air before they held each other tightly.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

In Okinawa Japan…

"How is it coming Shippo?" asked a male with bright orange hair and viridian eyes. He was looking up to the ceiling where there was a hole where they had previously moved the ceiling plate.

"Just a moment longer!" Grunted a semi deep voice from the ceiling. He chuckled at his son and looked around their studio. Best lighting studio in the world. They would make a daily profit using their studio as a professional photo studio. Their lighting system was the best in the world. Usually grand movie masters would pay them generous amounts to the do the lighting in their movies; their latest hit was Hiei Samurai. He chuckled, the two stunt doubles became quick friends with their son. Must be a demon thing. Finally a head peaked out from the ceiling. "Try it now dad." The young teen appeared 15 to human eyes. He had firery colored hair that was wild but damped with sweat. He had bright emerald eyes that shown with curiosity. He carefully lowered his tools on the ladder and leapt out rather gracefully. He may be a pre-teen but was in great shape with signs of some muscle definition. His had a long yet still fluffy fox tail swaying outside of his pants; he hadn't grown out of the baby fluff yet which he hated. It made him seem so childish. His father turned a switch on and grinned as the lights flickered on.

"Well done my boy. It's getting close to dinner time. Pack up and lets go." He said and his son happily followed while turning off the lights in the studio. They walked down a long hallway and pass the lobby shutting off the lights as well. Walking to the back of the building was a door which his father unlocked. He opened the door which lead to a stair case and followed it up and it lead to their living room. The Kitsune home was made on top of the studio which worked well for them in so many way. Like Shippo could sleep in before going to work!

"I see you finally got the lights fixed!" Shippo's mother said happily as Shippo plopped down on the couch wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

"Yeah, looks like the summer bugs are starting to chew up the wires again." He stated. The two parents were proud of their only son, after the catastrophic even hundreds of years ago they had somehow found themselves in a haven with their son. Their son had been depressed for decades for the loss of his friends but he never let that sad face show in front of his parents. Shippo had grown quite strong but showed no interest in fighting. His long orange tinted hair was pulled back in a ponytail that ended a little bit past his shoulders. He wore a sweaty and grease covered beater and baggy blue jeans with a green sweater tied around his waist. His cheeks and forehead were smudged from the grease but he ignored it shutting his eyes. It's been a long day.

After a long shower he was in his room nibbling on some banana bread checking through his e-mail. He scrolled through the list and found junk mail, a letter from his pen pal in America, her name was Rin. Then one e-mail stood out. From S.S.O.P.A. He clicked on it and started to read through the letter and let out a loud whoot and scream.

"WHOOHOO!" He screamed and jumped out of his chair causing it to fall back on the floor with a loud thud. In the kitchen his parents looked at eachother awkwardly,

"You don't think he found my 'special' magazines did he?" His father asked.

"Pervert!" His mother yelled throwing a cup at him and he fell back laughing.

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In San Diego California, America…

"See you tomorrow Rin!" A few teen girls called out to the 15 year old as they waved and walked down the street.

"See ya later guys!" She called out and walked into the house. She was dressed in a dark blue two pieces with a light blue towel tossed over her shoulder. She had light hazel eyes and dark black hair that had some while locks of hair tucked into a pony tail on the side of her head. Some freckles adorned her reddened cheeks as she continued to rummage through the fridge. She looked on the fridge and saw a note from her mother,

Out shopping. lunch is in the microwave.

She sighed, figures. Her mother always was a shopping addict. She snickered as she opened the microwave with interests and beamed, there, in all it's glory was lumpia!

"Go Mom!" She cried happily and took it out. She walked into the living room and sat down at her computer to see if she got an e-mail from her pen pal in Japan. She grinned as she saw one very enthusiastic subject pop up on her list. She clicked on it and laughed. There in big bold letters about the size of her hand he had written,

"I GOT INTO SHIKON!S.S.O.P.A!" She stifled another giggle as she read the rest of the letter. She was happy for him. Rin had always wanted to go to Japan but her mother's duties kept her here so the least she could so was get a pen pal in Japan. Her mother worked for the state and she always passed her time writing stories and scripts for her friends. They were would give her the subject and characters and she would bring it to life. She smiled but winced at the slight sun burn she had received from the morning swim in the ocean.

She sat down on the couch and continued to munch on her lumpia when she spotted a letter on the table that had Japanese kanji written on. She arched a dark brow, did Shippo write her a letter? It was obviously something important though from how it was written so elegantly. She opened the letter and read it and thanked the gods she studied her Japanese.

Rin Festival,

Oira, yakuin Shikon Haisuku-ru, bunka shigusa gigei, hitoeni irai goshujin shusshi hon gakkou toshi oite Hachigatsu juuyon.

(AN I would write the rest but it takes to long. xD. Means the same thing as Kagome and Kikyo's letter.)

Rin let out a high pitched squeal and danced around the living room. (I got what I wanted!) She thought happily and immediately set back to respond to Shippo with just as much or even more enthusiasm.

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Gah! OMG I didn't think I would actually right all that for one chapter! X.x; I Hope you guys enjoyed it cause I enjoyed writing it. :D Your Authoress Simli. If you love me you will review! This took up 13 pgs on my M.W o.O

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