Disclaimer:
Me: ...............................................................................
Lawyers: WELL?
Me: .......................................I own Mikuro......................
Lawyers: AND...?
Me: .......................................Iyotoweiyasa......................
Lawyers: EXCUSE US?
Me: I DON'T OWN INUYASHA! YEESH!
Lawyers: ^_^
Me: I'm also ANGRY because someone used Mikuro without my permission! Then deleted the story after I told them... IF YOU WANT TO USE ANY OF MY CHARACTERS, JUST ASK PERMISSION, AND I'LL LET YOU! It's really not that hard... ¬¬
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"She's a BRAT!" InuYasha yelled.
"Be quiet, InuYasha, she'll probably hear you!" Miroku warned. "Anyway, its a regular reaction. I probably would act the same way if I were her."
"Anyway, what are we supposed to do with her?" Kagome asked. "We can't have her hanging around us all the time."
"But she can protect herself." Sango reminded her. "Remember, she's a hanyou, and she's got the Wind Tunnel."
"But she's only a child." Kagome protested.
"Exactly my point. We cannot abandon her in a village with people she doesn't know, because that would make her far too uneasy. She's only nine years old. And her mother hates her, so she would probably work the child to her death if we left her there." Sango explained.
"But she's a BRAT." InuYasha repeated.
"I HEARD THAT!" Mikuro's voice came from outside. Within the next few seconds, she had angrily stomped into the hut with an annoyed face. "Thought you could talk about me behind my back, did you?" She reached over and tugged at InuYasha's ear. "You annoying little bi-"
"Mikuro!" Miroku interrupted the young girls' cuss word. Mikuro looked over, suprised and still angry. "What?" she scoffed. "Come with me." Miroku sighed, taking her hand and leading her outside.
Mikuro's heart jumped into her throat. The hand holding hers was warm. Not at all like she had expected.
Not that she had ever expected him to hold her hand... Just... she thought it would most likely be cold and hard.
It was like a minute in heaven for Mikuro. No one had ever held her hand before. Her mom had never held her hand, and if she did, it was more likely squeezing it so that it was painful. Her mother had kept her locked up, so that no one knew that she had a hanyou child with no father.
Miroku led Mikuro to a small grassy hill. He sat down, looking up into the stars and black sky. There was silence.
Mikuro didn't sit down next to him. She was just staring at his head, with all kinds of mixed emotions running through her mind.
One was confusion. Why did this man- her father- abandon her at birth, then suddenly seem to care for her?
One was anger. Was he going to be like that? Loving her one minute, abandoning her again the next?
Another she didn't know what it was... It was a tingly, happy feeling... She could feel her heart beating... What could this feeling be? She had never experienced it before...
And suddenly she knew what it was.
Love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Short, but sweet... Just how I like it. MUAHAHAHAHA! R/R OR ELSE!
Me: ...............................................................................
Lawyers: WELL?
Me: .......................................I own Mikuro......................
Lawyers: AND...?
Me: .......................................Iyotoweiyasa......................
Lawyers: EXCUSE US?
Me: I DON'T OWN INUYASHA! YEESH!
Lawyers: ^_^
Me: I'm also ANGRY because someone used Mikuro without my permission! Then deleted the story after I told them... IF YOU WANT TO USE ANY OF MY CHARACTERS, JUST ASK PERMISSION, AND I'LL LET YOU! It's really not that hard... ¬¬
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"She's a BRAT!" InuYasha yelled.
"Be quiet, InuYasha, she'll probably hear you!" Miroku warned. "Anyway, its a regular reaction. I probably would act the same way if I were her."
"Anyway, what are we supposed to do with her?" Kagome asked. "We can't have her hanging around us all the time."
"But she can protect herself." Sango reminded her. "Remember, she's a hanyou, and she's got the Wind Tunnel."
"But she's only a child." Kagome protested.
"Exactly my point. We cannot abandon her in a village with people she doesn't know, because that would make her far too uneasy. She's only nine years old. And her mother hates her, so she would probably work the child to her death if we left her there." Sango explained.
"But she's a BRAT." InuYasha repeated.
"I HEARD THAT!" Mikuro's voice came from outside. Within the next few seconds, she had angrily stomped into the hut with an annoyed face. "Thought you could talk about me behind my back, did you?" She reached over and tugged at InuYasha's ear. "You annoying little bi-"
"Mikuro!" Miroku interrupted the young girls' cuss word. Mikuro looked over, suprised and still angry. "What?" she scoffed. "Come with me." Miroku sighed, taking her hand and leading her outside.
Mikuro's heart jumped into her throat. The hand holding hers was warm. Not at all like she had expected.
Not that she had ever expected him to hold her hand... Just... she thought it would most likely be cold and hard.
It was like a minute in heaven for Mikuro. No one had ever held her hand before. Her mom had never held her hand, and if she did, it was more likely squeezing it so that it was painful. Her mother had kept her locked up, so that no one knew that she had a hanyou child with no father.
Miroku led Mikuro to a small grassy hill. He sat down, looking up into the stars and black sky. There was silence.
Mikuro didn't sit down next to him. She was just staring at his head, with all kinds of mixed emotions running through her mind.
One was confusion. Why did this man- her father- abandon her at birth, then suddenly seem to care for her?
One was anger. Was he going to be like that? Loving her one minute, abandoning her again the next?
Another she didn't know what it was... It was a tingly, happy feeling... She could feel her heart beating... What could this feeling be? She had never experienced it before...
And suddenly she knew what it was.
Love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Short, but sweet... Just how I like it. MUAHAHAHAHA! R/R OR ELSE!