DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inuyasha or any related characters. The story and art is property of the great Rumiko Takahashi. This fan fiction is for entertainment purposes only, and in no way will be used for my betterment. I wrote this because I admire the owner's work and wish to daydream about the characters.
No. Rei's mother did NOT die in childbirth. Mushin even said that she was alright...considering. Come on! Put one and one together people! Have you actually heard Rei say anything yet? nreep!
SANGO'S SON, AND MIROKU'S DAUGHTER
Chapter 6
Sango checked her watch for the tenth time, and then the paper that the man had given her in the park. She was at the right place, and at the right time, so where was everyone?
"Maybe it was a mistake coming." she said rocking Isamu gently. He'd dozed off on the bus ride over, and she wasn't ready to wake him up yet.
Footsteps announced the fact that somebody at last was headed her way, and from the sounds of it there were a few of them. Sango set Isamu down in the chair she'd been sitting in to go take a look.
A man and woman, obviously an old married couple, had their hands filled with boxes and other packages. They were the ones that had the dogs in the park earlier that day. Behind them were some more people, equally laden. The sight of Sango seemed to startle the woman for she nearly dropped everything that she was carrying.
"Well if it isn't the one who stood up for little Rei in the park! What are you doing here? Most people don't show up till the meeting's been going for a good five, ten minutes," she said, shuffling the boxes and causing one of the smaller ones to fall to the floor, "Can't find a babysitter, can't find the spare bottles, etcetera etcetera."
"Can I help you with those?" Sango asked, ignoring the question. She didn't think that this talking mound of cardboard really expected an answer. Grabbing the box that fell to the floor, among with a few others, she lead the way back to the room that she had just been sitting in and placed them carefully on the rug.
"Thank you so much. You really are an angel," the lady said as she also put down her load. She extended a hand to Sango. "My name's Yuri, but most people here call me Ojiisan. This is my husband, you can call him Obasan."
Sango shook her hand. "Nice to meet you Ojiisan and Obasan. My name's Sango and that sleeping lump is Isamu, my son. He's one and a handful."
"Ah! So that's why you're here. Well this is a support group for single parents, and normally we'd be doing some serious business. But tonight... we get ready to party." Obasan said. He opened up one of the boxes and pulled out a package of balloons. "Tomorrow one of our member's is celebrating her fifth birthday and we're going to through her a little surprise party. Would you care to help set up? You're more then welcome to come to the party"
As more people arived they all jumped in and started to set things up. Sango had fun talking to the other mothers about their children. Isamu was being entertained by Obasan blowing up balloons and tapping them like they were balls to him. His joyfilled shrieks filled the room at periodic intervals.
"Who's birthday is it?" Sango asked stretching to hang a streamer.
"Oh she's just the sweetest little thing isn't she?" one of the mothers said. Before Sango could ask who again other mothers jumped in on the conversation.
"Always so polite..."
"Never makes a fuss..."
"Wish she were mine..."
"But her father..."
"Tsk tsk..."
"Anyone in this room safe from Miroku?"
No response to that one, but still Sango didn't find out the name of the girl.
"Is this Miroku a bad father?"
Glances flickered about the room.
"Not bad persay.. just a little... friendly to the lady folk," Ojiisan finally said with a shrug of the shoulders.
"I bet that her mother loves that," Sango muttered. General shaking of heads.
"She doesn't know. Couldn't handle raising a child. She was a child herself. Miroku got custody, but just barely. He doesn't have the greatest paying job, and his guardian has problems of his own to sort out. But you have to give Miroku credit. He bares a great amount of resposibilites. Having to serve the temple, and most often run it single handed."
"Th' boy's grown up too quickly," Obasan interupted. "He had problems even before he became a father. And by th' looks of things he isn't going to get the chance to act his age."
That got the other mothers to lower their heads in shame. But Sango couldn't help but smirk. Many of them were like her, single parents with children but still in the high school age range, a few were older, more of the age her parents had been, and they all had been gossiping like the girls at school.
"He sounds... interesting.."