Hello Everybody! Here's a new story for you. An InuYasha fic that might make you cry! Lol. Anyway, I want to thank Sabrina [Sabster] for her help on this story and being my editor. Thank you so much! Without her this story wouldn't be here. Anyway, I hope you like the story!

Melting The Ice

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RunAway

A young girl stood in her room, looking out the window. It was a beautiful night, too beautiful to stay here. The girl looked around her under furnished room. She hated it here, where she had to clean her very large and empty house, while her mother and father went to parties. As they often told her, "What's the point of having children if they do nothing? Servants are too fickle. Besides you do it fine." The girl thought back to it now. She practically was a servant, except she wasn't paid to clean and cook. The girl sighed. She walked over to where her bed was and got down on her knees. Her parents hadn't bothered to care for her very well, so they wouldn't care if she left. The girl pulled out the bin that was her dresser. She also pulled out a duffel bag that her grandmother had given her. She had said, "If you ever want to come and visit, just pack the duffel bag and leave." She had just nodded and gave her grandmother a hug, not thinking she would ever use it. The girl sighed once again. The irony.

The girl looked around her room, and zipped her duffle bag shut. She stood up and dusted off her knees. She looked around her room once more, than turned on her heel and left.

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She walked through the streets looking at the houses. She knew where her grandmother lived or at least thought she knew where her grandmother lived, but there was one place she would be able to find her grandmother for sure. The little girl stopped in front of a store with an olden wooden false face, and clean windows. She looked at the sign it read Knitting Needles. The little girl walked up to the door and pushed it open. "Hello? Is anyone here?"

A young girl looked up at the sky. It was a grey day, depressing, with a fine drizzle. The little girl sighed. That had been the best year of her six year old life. The girl looked down at a huge gaping hole that was the place where her grandmother was to be buried. "Grandmother!" She sobbed into her small hands.

"It's ok." The little girl looked up and found herself face to face with a boy not too much older than herself.

"Who-Who are you?" The little girl asked the older boy.

"My name is Miroku. And," he said pausing, "You are very beautiful." The little girl looked up.

"Don't call me beautiful you silly lecher. I hate it. I'm not beautiful."

Miroku gulped. He'd rather have this girl as a friend than an enemy. "What is your name?" The girl glared at him.

"And why should I tell you?!" she asked angrily.

"Because I want to be your friend that's why." The little girl turned her head than back. She spoke, a bitter smile on her face, a look of sadness in her eyes.

"Nobody wants to be my friend. Everyone thinks I'm ugly, and dumb, and they're scared of me because people thought my grandmother was a witch."

Miroku looked at her as she spoke, unable to comprehend what she said. People hated her? People thought she was dumb? Miroku tried to contain his questions but was unable to do so. "Why did people not want to be your friend?" Miroku asked saddened by the people who knew her behaviour's.

"I told you. They thought I was ugly, and dumb and they were scared of me because they thought that my grandmother was a witch." The little girl said bursting into tears.

Miroku looked at the girl. Her blue eyes were smokey, and filled with tears. Her hair was as black as the midnight sky and her complexion was as fair as the moon. Her small body looked perfectly shaped and well rounded. 'I can see why people would think she was a witch. She's beautiful.' Miroku thought, knowing beauty when he saw it. "What is your name?" The girl looked up at him.

"My name is Kags." The girl said, not telling him her real name.

"Well Kags, would you like a place to stay?" Miroku asked.

Kags, looked at him. "I can stay in my grandmother's house. She bought and paid for it so I don't have to worry about anything." Miroku sighed.

"It'll be mighty lonely."

"I know."

"Just come with me please? I promise nothing bad will happen to you. I want you to meet my family." Kags looked at him.

"Your family?" Miroku grinned.

"Yes, my family. I'm sure you'll like them." Kags sighed.

"Fine. But only for one night. Then I'm coming back here." Miroku grinned.

"Ok." Miroku went to pull on her arm, but she held back.

"Give me a couple minutes. My grandmother was all I had." Kags said, a tear falling from her mystery filled eyes. Miroku nodded.

"Sure."

Miroku and Kags wandered the streets of Takina waiting for someone to show up. Miroku looked around and spotted someone. "Hey, over there Kags. I think that's one now." Miroku grabbed Kags arm, and steered her over to where he saw the person.

Kags, and Miroku walked over to where Miroku saw the person standing there was a young man, about three years older than Kags.

"What took you so long we've been waiting forev-"

Kags cut him off. "Who are you?" He stepped into the sunlight. "Who are you and how do I know you?"

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O.o A cliffie! Hehehe. I'm already starting. I once again want to thank Sabrina for all of her help, I couldn't have done it without you .

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