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SANGO'S SON, AND MIROKU'S DAUGHTER
Chapter 3
Kohaku pressed his hands to his ears, shut his eyes, and tried to block out the crying. No, not crying. Screaming.
"Do something," he demanded of Sango, who at the moment looked like she was about ready to burst into tears. She also had her eyes shut, but her hands were filled with a bawling, kicking, unhappy one year old boy with a mop of brown hair.
"I am I am!" she said annoyed to her brother, then with a calmer voice, tight with pain, "Come on Isamu ...please stop crying. Please!" Sango tried bouncing her baby boy on her hip like her mother use to, but that wasn't putting an end to the tears. It just made him sound like he was doing a Tarzan yell. What could he possibly want? She just finished feeding him, and it probably wasn't a diaper change he needed. At least Sango hoped it wasn't. If Isamu was sick... She shook her head. He couldn't be sick. There just wasn't enough money for him to be. "What is it Isa?"
Isamu kicked his legs harder, "Down!" he cried. Sango put him down on the ground, looking about to make sure that he wouldn't get hurt wandering about on his little legs. It seemed like Isamu always wanted to be going someplace. He continued to cry as he toddled about the small two room apartment.
Sango sighed. She was sick of this place. The wallpaper was pealing, the faucet leaked constantly, and there was usually a foul smell from the flat across the hall. If she closed her eyes tight enough she could picture the perfect little home for them all. Kohaku wouldn't have to share a room with his nephew. She felt so guilty. It was like she'd taken Kohaku's youth away from him by asking him to help out so much. The kitchen would have a cook to make them all meals. She'd be able to wash their laundry in her own machines instead of feeding coins to a public one.
Isamu's cries brought her back to reality. Kohaku had removed his hands from his ears and was heading to the closet. He pulled out from it the old stroller and Isamu's coat. He turned to his older sister asking her permission with his eyes.
"Kohaku! You are a genius!" Sango exclaimed, scooping up Isamu and sticking him in his stroller. He loved that thing! Maybe a walk would calm him down. And Kohaku could play ball in the park with the other kids. He could be one of the boys again. The park certainly would give her a break.
She struggled to get the coat on her son. He wiggled around so much that she finally gave up. Why did he always have to be on the go? Couldn't he just relax and sit still for a minute?
"You are impossible," she muttered to him, tickling him under the chin. Isamu's tears stopped and he gave her a goofy grin.