Authors Note:
Hello everyone! Oh my gosh, I'm very happy that my first Inuyasha fanfic, Kagome's Diary, was such a hit. I just hope this one really goes after it. Well, this is the last but not least one of Kagome's Diaries. Now, enjoy! The story will continue from the preview I showed in the last chapter of Kagome's Diary I.
As Keitaro trudged down the steep hill, hearing his wooden sandals, beat the ground on his way down. As he got closer to the cabin, he glanced at Sango who was slowly waxing off her hiratsu. Sango had a certain expression on her face, seemed as though she was worried. She continually glanced to the side, as though looking for something…or maybe someone.
Keitaro skipped towards her, ending at her side, she quickly jumped, breathing hardly, as though scared.
"You… are such a saucy boy!" she panted, clutching onto her shirt.
Keitaro noticed how pallor Sango's face became. He walked up to her, gently caressing her arm that lay hopelessly on her side.
Sango began to breath normal again. She glanced down at Keitaro and smiled warmly.
"I was looking for you. Where have you been"? Sango asked, as she knelt in front of him, beginning to fix his newly sewed monk robe, made by Miroku.
"I was playing in the hill." he muttered, and scoffed at how Sango treated him. "Stop, Sango!"
Sango slowly stood, giggling slightly as she picked up her hiratsu. She began to walk towards the cabin, before stopping. She looked back, and sighed.
"You are only 5 years of age. You need to remember that you were born a little weaker than your sister. And U promised your mother --"
" '… that I would take care of you' yes, I know, Sango. But, I can take care of myself." he said as he walked towards her side.
She smiled once more, before patting his head softly. "Go inside." she nudged him playfully. "You know how your dad gets."
Keitaro looked down, "Yes, I know."
He felt Sango move away from him. Keitaro reached out to grab her sleeves, before she got any farther.
"Why does he hate me?" Keitaro asked, feeling hot tears run down his eyes.
Sango sighed deeply, not as though she were angry, but with sadness. Keitaro knew she felt the same way.
She walked back towards him and knelt once again in front of him, wiping his small tears away.
"He doesn't hate you. He just--" Sango stopped as she felt a presence behind her. She turned around to see Inuyasha staring down at her.
Inuyasha POV
Inuyasha glared down onto Sango as she held Keitaro's hands. He cleared his throat, signifying his anger.
Sango stood, softening down her wool skirt before holding Keitaro's hands again.
"What is the meaning of this?" Inuyasha asked irritably as he tapped his foot onto the ground.
Keitaro's head lowered as he began to sob silently. Inuyasha rolled his eyes impatiently and grabbed Keitaro by the arm firmly.
"It's passed your time. Get inside, and join your sister. She is by far sleeping…" Inuyasha eyed Sango, "… and you're still outside chatting."
Keitaro freed his hand from Inuyasha's firm grasp, and began to walked towards the cabin, his head still low, and his ears fluttering in the chilly cold wind.
As Keitaro's steps faded away, Inuyasha turned to Sango who gave him a look of pure disgust.
"How could you treat Keitaro, your son, like that?" Sango asked with a hint of anger in her voice, it rang inside Inuyasha's ears like a knife cutting into his skin.
"Whatever I do… or say to my son…is none of your business, wench." he growled, walking back into the cabin, ignoring Sango's protests.
If only she knew…every time I scream at Keitaro… a part of me screams for freedom… the part of me… the part of me being a father…a real father.
(A/N: Uh… not the best work, but hey, its fine. Ill update later!)