"I'll answer it just for the hell of it. I've made an educated guess about who you are. It's made on the sound of your voice, what you say, and who your older brother is. If the information you are about to give matches my information that I have than I'll know who you are."
"Well than, I'll answer your question so you can see if you're right. My brother has ten letters in his name, can you guess what it is?"
"Well, if I give you my answer, you might say it is wrong when it is right."
"Trust me, I couldn't do that to you." Then he threw his jacket at her saying, "Put that on before you get sick, bitch."
Kimmy-Ko caught the jacket, held it out, and sniffed it. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Just put the jacket on before I change my mind."
"Not until after you answer my question," was Kimmy-Ko's reply.
"Fine than, you stubborn bitch, my older brother's name is Sesshomaru."
"Inuyasha, is that really you?" She questioned with awe evident in her voice.
"You said only two questions. Remember?" Said person replied smugly in return.
"Whatever. I don't care if I know who you are or not just stop following me everywhere I go!" Since she got no immediate reply, she looked down at her watch and almost screamed, "It's 7:58! I'll be late for school!" Then she started running for school with Inuyasha's jacket still in her hands and the pouring rain still pounding upon her.
"I'll never get there in time," she huffed to herself aloud.
"Of coarse not. You're not a demon or a hanyou or anything of that sort. You're such a baka," he smirked as he said that to the girl he had quickly caught up to. Inuyahsa slowed down enough to pick her up and then sped off with the miko in his arms. "Hold on, Angel."
"What was that?" The little miko asked in confusion form how she ended up in the inu hanyou's arms.
"I said, 'Hold on.'" He said aloud but inside his mind he said, "My little Angel. Oh if only you knew how I felt about you."
"What is your school, Kimmy-Ko?"
"Trigg County Middle School."
"Good, that's where I'm going."
"You are?"
"Yah. I'll be in 8th grade, too."
"Well then, if we're lucky, we'll get the same classes. Who's your homeroom?"
I know it's short... I shouldn't ask for you to R&R...it's your choice..I'd like it though...
Until next time: Best wishes and happy things your way unless you want unhappy and morbid...