Chapter 4

Disclaimer: Do I really have to say it?
Kenshin: Yes.

Tetsuna: Really?
Kenshin: Tetsuna, say it already, we're on air, that we are!
Tetsuna: But that's like telling you to stop talking funny! It's impossible! And if it stops, then it won't be cute anymore.

Kenshin: I know my voice is cute, that I do… (flattered) but that is hardly the matter! Say the dmn disclaimer!

Tetsuna: I own you, Kenshin.
Kenshin: That's it. (Pulls out sword.)
Tetsuna: Okay, okay! Sorry. I don't own Inuyasha! There. I said it. But you said nothing about me not owning you! So now I steal you from Kaoru! Muhahaha!
Kenshin: What kind of crap did I get myself into, going for this job!

On wit da fic!

Kai pouted now, grabbing her arm.
"Hey! What are ya—" He glared at her, whispering a quick, "Damare" under his breath to get her quiet. She looked back at his brother, her eyes pleading for an explanation, or help. Apparently he understood, because he punched Kai right in the stomach.

Kai's breathing stopped temporarily as Koji's knuckles came in contact with his gut, and he dropped her arm, making her fall to the ground. Finally breathing in, he felt the heat come up to his face as he turned and saw Koji helping her up, that big mischievous grin on his face.

"Chitsuko," he said, softly, coming to his feet himself. "get your hands off of her, hentai!"

Kimihiro glared in his direction, confused. Who was he calling a hentai, that stupid little self-obsessed perve? His brother had not done a thing that even got near the level of his nerve, just flirted a bit, but the only place he had touched was her hand.

Or was it? A second later, Koji found his face in the dirt. She hadn't even bothered to use the Contour, there was no time for that. She didn't think it was possible, but he had placed his hand in a place worse than her derriere, but on her breast.

"You stupid lechers!" she screamed out, kicking his limp body, ignoring his loud "ouch," and stomping off into the distance.

After her anger had faded away, she continued walking, now taking in her surroundings, for once, instead of ignoring them. It was a rather wooded enviroment, of course—the Kawaichi were known for only taking the space they needed, but every now and then, she'd spot a small, cozy looking home, with ivy crawling up the sides, usually brick. The only strange thing about them was that the rain gutter's were metallic- some silver, some gold.

She sighed as she walked past each, letting her pack slump down on her shoulder. Boredom… it kills. Kimihiro could not remember the last time she'd been alone, with no one to talk to…

BAM!
A little girl with dark brown hair in two braids rammed right into her, her summery skirt flying as she skidded to a stop. Apparently she was not much older than five, but she held herself straight and looked Kimihiro right in the eye before saying, "Gomen, onna-san."

She smiled. The girl seemed so brave, yet she didn't smile back. She kept a firm and taught expression, then turned around and skipped off towards the woods.
A minute later, a high pitched scream met her ears. She looked up, heart wrenching inside of her chest. The little girl?
She automatically tapped the top of the Contour, charging it quickly before running in the direction she had gone in.

Meanwhile, Kai fumed as he stomped through the villages. That stupid baka, he thought, running off like that… If I don't find her, I'm going to kill Koji…

Then he heard a scream. A feminine one. His heart stopped in mid-beat.

"Kimihiro…"

Rushing full speed ahead into the wooded area, she looked around for any sign of danger, before seeing the girl.

She was in horrible shape, her hair had come loose and her clothes were muddy. But those were not seen by Kimihiro, who shouted out to her, "Stay still!"

Something was holding her by one leg, upside-down. It seemed to be either invisible or very nicely camouflaged, and more than ever, Kimihiro wanted Serafin there. Aiming her weapon away from the girl, she let a small blast be released. There was a quick flash, then the girl thudded to the ground.
The culprit fell with her, staring at her with furious, almond, yellow eyes, but still, that was all she could see.

"You have taken away my dinner, you stupid wench! You will die! You will!"
"Stuff it, fugly."
Taking out her weapon again, she brought it to full power, blasting the 'thing' to the point where it disenigrated.

The girl stared up at her now, with large, scared brown eyes.

"Thank you. Okaan-san."
It was in two separate sentences, very short ones, at that, but she froze. Mother? Mother? The little girl wrapped her arms around Kimihiro's waist (As far up as she can reach).

"How cute," Kimihiro couldn't help but say, but then she glared down at her. "But now you have to go to your real mom, 'kay?"
The girl frowned, staring up at her as though she were confused. Then she clung to her pants leg.

"Whaddaya mean, okaan-san? You are my real mama!"
Now, she was getting annoyed. "Listen kid…" But she found that the girl was no longer listening to her.

"Otou-san! Kai-sama! Aiiee!"
She squealed as she ran over to Kai, who mussed her hair, then looked down at her.

"You're a mess!"
"I got attacked, otou-san! Isn't that cool! But then okaan-san came and saved me, and she had this thinga-ma-bobber, and she want like – BAM—die fiend! And she came up to me and saved me!" The girl spoke fast, even adding her own little special effects, moving her hands around to show what happened.
Kimihiro shook her head, stifling a laugh. "I did not use a battle cry, kid."
The girl shrugged.

"So, otou-san, did ya bring me ice cream?"
He shook his head, "Gomen. I had to make a deal with a Seraphim's Pet. You're okay with that, right, Midori?"
Kimihiro turned red as an idea sprung into her head.

Midori. He had mentioned her, hadn't he?
And she called him otou-san…

And he seemed to care a lot about her…

"Hiya! You're her father! Oh, kami…"
He looked at her as though she were crazy.

"Did you get a little tipsy today?"

She blushed, ashamed at herself for making such an outburst. The little girl called her mother, even though this was their first time meeting. How cute.

He stared at her flushed face, feeling the red creep up to his own. Finding his eyes on her, she turned away slightly, peering at him still from the corner of her eye.

'Sango, don't be ashamed. Don't turn your head from me. That pink tinge in your face—it just brings out your beauty more… don't hide it from me… please…'

'Miroku, you flatter me.'

'Ah… you're red now… I guess I could torture you a little more… perhaps you would explode…'

Their lips met.

Kimihiro closed her eyes as the most amazing feeling came over her. She felt warm, she felt protected… but otherwise, she felt no other feeling… she attempted to open her eyes again, but they would not, no matter how hard she tried, her body would not obey her anymore…

"Stop worrying. I was only greeting him for a minute. There's nothing wrong with kissing your husband, is there?"
Kissing? Husband? Who? Where? What was that voice in her head.

She thought she would get dizzy from all the questions.

Finally, she used the last of her will power and her eyes flew open, meeting his immediately. Of course they would. They were nose to nose. And Midori was squealing now.

"Oooo… Kai-sama… you never told me you had a lover…"
They separated immediately, Kimihiro felt that warm feeling disappear altogether.

"Lover? No! What do you mean?"

"Why else would ya kiss her, then?"

Sorry for the short chappie. I'm trying to update often and I think I'm doing well, but I think the plans for each chapter too slowly, and I'm bored with the beginning… it's going to get pretty good near the end (which, by the way, I already have typed up. )

Thank you if you are reading this. Review, please! I wanna get at least ten people, you know, so I can have ten different reviews.

Demon Exterminator Barbie, I think you're gonna make me cry! Your so awesome, reviewing me twice… I'm really happy… you made my day!

Lol, this is fun!

Thanx,

Tetsuna

A.K.A. Chicago Girl-who-somehow-got-stuck-up-in-Arkansas.