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Been a while nch? Well I can explain. I've been working on my other fan fiction and also my own personal story line thingy with this half vampire named Kazuki, called Sho because of something having to do with his brother that is a full vampire (Sho's only a half because he's never taken human blood before. Or any blood...just milk.) Once I get it all done I'll give anyone who wants the link the link. And now, back to the action nreep!

SANGO'S SON, AND MIROKU'S DAUGHTER

Chapter...5?

"Mm." Rei mumbled contently as she munched on her hot dog with extra mustard. Her eyes closed and a happy little sigh escaped from her upturned lips. She took another bite, smearing the bright yellow mustard on her cheeks. Joy emanated from her small frame.

"Good huh?" Miroku asked as he fumbled about with his money, paying the vendor for her little treat and a small soda for himself. He gave her hair a rough tussle, sending giggles through her. It made him feel proud that he could make her so happy. Her head bobbed up and down underneath his hand.

"Mm.." she repeated, offering up the processed meat to him. He took a polite sized bite from it before giving it back and taking a sip from his soda.

"Why don't we got sit over there in the shade to eat Rei-chan?" Miroku suggested. Once again Rei bobbed her head in the affirmative. She raced off to a bench underneath a tree, ebony hair trailing along in the breeze, blissfully unaware of the biker speeding towards her.

"Rei-chan!" Miroku called out running to protect her. Rei froze in place, turning around to look at him, golden smile on her face. She dashed back to him, the biker whizzed past, and she was safe. Miroku heaved a sigh of relief. He needed to be able to keep up with her better.

"I'm going to go see if I can join that baseball game sis," Kohaku said pointing over his shoulder at a game going on with boys and girls about his age.

"Alright have fun," Sango said lifting Isamu out of his carriage and letting him roam in the grass. He hadn't gone more then a few steps before rushing back to her very excited. The excursion had banished all his tears, as this sort of thing always did. The little one grabbed a hold of her hand.

"Yah! Yah!" Isamu exclaimed, pulling her hand more. Sango complied at let him lead her. "Aku! Aku!" he said pointing to the baseball game Kohaku had joined.

"I think you're a little too little to play that. Why don't we go on the swings instead?"

The swings were located in a large sandbox that was oddly empty for such a fine day. One solitary girl was playing in the sand, working on a castle with the red bucket at her side. To the side a group of three people, the youngest with his back turned to her around her age, and a dog were talking about some kind of program and the time of the next meeting. Behind the sandbox a rather large woman, around late thirties, looked just like Sango had before coming to the park thanks to her four boys tumbling on top of each other. Seeing as the infant swing was un-occupied Sango plopped Isamu in it and began to push him. He shrieked with joy.

"I'm fly'n, I fly'n!" he repeated over and over, clapping his hands each time he reached the zenith. Sango kept an eye on Isamu, but couldn't help but watch the young girl playing. She seemed so sure of herself as her hands moved across the sand. She was making a fantastic castle for someone her age. One of the four young boys came over, smiled at the young girl, then kicked the sandcastle.

Rei quickly covered her face with her arms to keep the sand from flying into her eyes. But she didn't make a peep. Not even once the boy had finished demolishing her hard work. After a few seconds of sorrow she grabbed her bucket to start over, only to have it snatched away. Again she made no protest.

Sango on the other hand did. Loudly.

"Give that back and say you're sorry!" she demanded of the boy. Isamu's swing kept swinging, so he didn't complain when his mother stepped in front of the stranger. In fact he watched with great interest.

The boy stuck out his tongue, Sango mocked him, Rei looked sheepishly at the ground.

"Na-ah! It's mine!" the boy insisted, clutching the bright red bucket to his chest.

"It is not! She had it long before you came over!"

Isamu began to squirm and make unhappy noises. His swing had stopped.

"Okasan! Okasan!"

The trio with the dogs turned around, and the youngest one, the male about Sango's age rushed to Rei's side.

"Daijoubu ka Rei-chan?" Miroku asked as he began to brush the sand off of her legs and arms. Rei nodded her head.

The large woman came rushing over to her son, her face crimson by the time she got to him. "What's wrong Ken'ichi sweetie?" she asked, her voice dripping with honey. Sango made a face and a small, almost unnoticeable retching sound. Miroku caught it, and shook his head, smirk on his face.

"That girl took my bucket, so I asked her to give it back, but she didn't say anything, so I took it and then that strange lady yelled at me and said that it was the girl's and that I should say I'm sorry!" Ken'ichi blubbered, clutching the mother's skirt. She gave Sango a filthy look.

"Gomen nasai, but your son is a liar. She was building a sandcastle before Ken'ichi even came over," Sango blurted out, smoothing her own skirt, the same shade of green as the grass.

"My son doesn't lie!"

"I tell you he does!"

Miroku watched the two mothers jump at the other one's throat, each one trying to say that they were right. He shuddered. Never attack a mother's child, they fight to the death for them, even if it isn't their child.

Sensing that there would soon be a conflict if he didn't speak up, Miroku butted in.

"Shitsurei, but I think that this matter can be solved quite simply."

All eyes turned to him. Miroku took the bucket from the boy, receiving a death glare from the older mother.

"If your son was telling the truth then there shouldn't be the name Rei on the bottom of the bucket with a picture of a shrine. If this lovely lady," he nodded to Sango, getting a death glare from her and making her blush, "is telling the truth there should be one. Rei-chan could you please turn over the bucket?"

Rei turned the bucket over, her name scrawled on the bottom with permanent marker accompanied a badly drawn picture of the shrine that she lived in.

Ken'ichi's mother's face turned red again, first in humiliation, then in anger as she turned to her son. She grabbed his ear and walked off, yelling at the boy the whole way.

Miroku helped Rei fill the bucket as Sango stood over them, stunned.

"How did you know?" she managed to squeak out. For the first time Miroku looked directly at her, and she instantly saw the strong resemblance between him and Rei.

"I wrote her name on it before. She likes to help me clean up. And Rei-chan can't spell her last name so she drew the shrine on it."

Isamu cried louder, angry that he wasn't moving anyplace. Sango didn't react, so he began to try to get out of it.

"You might try to catch your little brother before he hurts himself."

Sango spun around, managing to pull Isamu out before he toppled over and into the sand, "Oh! He's not my little brother, he's my son." she said, fixing him on her hip, "Say hello Isamu."

"Hiya Isa!" Isamu said, laughing at his own joke.

Miroku's eyebrow arched. "Son? What's such a lovely young woman as yourself doing with a son?" he asked with a perverted smile.

Sango sent him the third death glare that day. "Going insane."

Someplace a bell rang in a tower, letting Miroku know the time. He stood up, brushing his knees off. Rei followed in suit. They better get going back if they wished to keep Mushin from breaking into his cabinet. He'd lost the key a few days ago, and tried to break the lock to his sake cabinet whenever Miroku's back was turned. It had been safe enough during business hours when he had work to distract him. He dug around in his pocket for a second before extracting a folded up piece of paper.

"Here you go, there's a meeting tonight at the location mentioned on that. It's a support group that should be able to help you from going insane. I suggest you go. It would be a pity to let such a lovely head hold a broken mind," he said as he began to walk away, giving her bottom a small pat as he walked past.

Translations

Okasan-mother

Daijoubu ka – are you alright?

Gomen nasai- I'm sorry

Shitsurei – Excuse me