A: I'd like to thank all of you that are reviewing this story. I would also like to say that I would like to develop my skills as I go. Oh, is anyone reading (read) my InuYasha fic? If so I would like to know if anyone has any ideas for a sessh kag or mir san. I'll get back to you.

Jobs and Children

"I . . . want to keep this with me." She carefully unwrapped the layers and layers of bubble wrap that held the statue. "I'm afraid it'll break if I take it to the bath house."

"Whoever painted this did a fine job. It looks just like Haku."

"I painted it."

"It's beautiful." She snapped her fingers. "I know!" Zeneeba moved her hand over the statue. "There. Now it will never break."

"Thank so much!" They hugged once more.

"Aunt Zeneeba!"

"Aunt? Wait! I know that voice." Chihiro rushed to the door and flung it open. A ten-year-old boy stood before her.

"Hello, Maiko. (I have not a clue what his real name is.) How's my sister?" Zeneeba pulled him in.

"Mommy's stingy as ever. Chihiro! Is it really you!"

"Do I know you?"

"I'm Ubaba's son.'

Her eyes widened. "You're the giant baby!"

"I used to be."

"Well, I need to get going if I'm to get back by dawn."

"It was nice seeing you again."

"Bye." The train ride back seemed to take forever, but at least she got back before Ubaba left. Chihiro found her way back to her study. "I want a job."

"What? I've had my fill of humans."

Chihiro giggled. "It's only right that you would forget me. You stole my name. I've got it back and I want to keep it."

"Chihiro?"

"It's me. I'll work very hard."

A contract popped into Ubaba's hand.

"It's all legal. You can stick me wherever you want."

"Fine. Go to the cleaning crew. You can keep your name as long as you work hard."

"Thank you." She out in a flash.