You know what I hate? Being hungry and not hungry at the same time (that and silent keyboards, the clicking was always so pleasant…)

After this chapter I'll think I'll have one more and then I plan on working on maybe a Gundam Seed fic, and my story which I so desperately need to finish.

I don't know about you guys but I watch the Inuyasha that was recorded in English up here in Canada in British Columbia. And guess what I discovered. Bonkotsu (band of seven – Inuyasha) and Kira Yamato (Gundam Seed) both have the same voice actors, I knew their voices were similar; I even heard Lacus's (Gundam Seed) voice play one of the children Dr. Suikotsu cared for. I've put a list of the actors and their voices on my profile if you'd like to see them all; I even have the voice actors for Full Metal Alchemist listed.

Here's chapter numero sixo! (And yes, I made up sixo. Lol)

Sari sat next to her brother who was still fast asleep. Inuyasha had left her alone to think things over.

She could taste blood in her mouth and now knew that it belonged to the humans she had slaughtered. Her claws reeked of their blood and her brother reeked of hers. She stroked his hair lovingly, aware that she had put him through quite a trial, especially since she was physically stronger than him and far more dangerous. She was grateful for the talisman she helped him make when she learned she could transform, she knew the risks. There was a chance she would lose control and they were ready. Apparently the talisman was not entirely strong enough, she wondered silently if they should make another for her other hand.

Inuyasha is right, I shouldn't have been using my demon blood like that… I am a fool.

Oh c'mon, what does he know? A menacing voice said to her. Sari had long since realized that this was her inner demon, her brother didn't have one, she knew because she had asked. But this demon was frightening, even if it was herself.

He has had it happen to him before.

So, it's not like he can control it like you can me. Its voice was softer now, like it was during the battle that had brought them into this situation.

I can't control you. Now shut the hell up and leave me alone.

Sari traced a claw over her brothers' bandages and then, after a moment of thought, removed them to see the damages she had inflicted.

Her heart tore and her gut wrenched, he was badly wounded and her heart and mind cried out in pain at the sight of it.

His demon blood was slightly thinner than her own, purified slightly by the spiritual powers her father had passed on to him. So Sari sat and thought back to what her inner demon had said about wounds. Sadly the memory was foggy and so, sighing inwardly, went to her inner demon for help.

You should really make up your mind on whether you want me to talk to you or not. The voice replied, laughing.

Just tell me how to make him better.

She could feel the demon smirk. Clean the wounds, your saliva should heal him, especially those burns.

Good, thank you, now go back to shutting up until I need you again.

The demon complied, for now.

Sari tilted her head and pondered on how to do this without it being awkward. Sighing in defeat she tilted her head down to the cut on his left cheek and gave a hesitant, experimental lick. Nothing. She tried again. Still nothing. Once more. She smiled, the wound was closed when she pulled away.

Feeling confident now, she moved down to his arm and tended to the wounds there. After a short while she had healed his face, neck, and both arms. The taste of his blood sting her tongue and it made her want to vomit. But this was her brother, and she owed it to him.

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Sango laced her fingers in Miroku's and sighed happily as they slowly made their way up the hill. Leaning against him, she nuzzled his arm contentedly. They were halfway to the village and she really didn't want to go back yet. She nuzzled again.

"Maybe we should return to the hot spring my love?"

She giggled but her eyes were sad, "as much as I'd love that my dear monk, the children are probably awake by now and we should be getting back to them."

The monk yawned and agreed, although as of that moment he would love nothing more than to go back and sleep with his woman in his arms.

Inuyasha wrinkled his nose in disgust and flattened his ears against his head when the blushing couple entered the hut, "next time do it quieter and farther away."

"Sit," Kagome said sweetly as Inuyasha plummeted to the ground face first as usual. Smiling up at Miroku she nodded toward the door opposite her, "Sari is awake… Inuyasha told her what happened, she was very quiet about the whole thing and said she wanted to be alone. But I think she could use her father."

Miroku nodded and, taking Sango's hand and pulling her with him, slid aside the screen and closed it behind them.

He looked over to where Minoru laid, Sari sat next to him cross-legged like Inuyasha often did. Her face was tearstained and she cradled her brothers sleeping head in her clawed hands. She had heard her father come in and looked away shamefully. She felt like the dirty half-breed the village children had called her many times.

Miroku didn't know what internal battle she was fighting, so he did the only thing a father and single parent could do, sit next to his child and pull her into his lap. Cuddling her protectively he stroked her dark hair affectionately, "feeling better?"

Sari felt more tears escape her eyelids and tried to say something, but her voice inexplicably caught in her throat. She sniffled and buried her face into his monk robes before shamelessly howling her pain, stifling it in his chest.

"Father I'm so sorry," she wailed, "I'm so sorry I hurt brother and killed all of those villagers. Father I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I…" the next bit was undecipherable babble as the wails continued unrelenting.

Soon enough, the front of his robes were soaked in the young half-demon's tears as Miroku rubbed her back, trying to bring her any comfort he could give. His mind tried to figure out what he could possibly do or say that would make her feel better. All he could come up with were four little words.

"I still love you."

Those four syllables had stopped the onslaught of tears and had caused the child to remove her face from his soaked robes and look up at him. "Wha… what?"

"You are still my daughter and I still love you." He gave her a kiss on the forehead, emphasizing the point he was trying to make.

She sniffled one last time and blinked before rubbing her eyes the check her wakefulness. Did he really just say that? After all that I have done… how could anyone possibly still love me?

"Sari?"

She looked up nervously, feeling the seriousness in his tone.

Miroku smiled and nodded in Sango's direction, "I'd like you to meet Sango she's… she's going to be your mother." The glow in Sango's eyes at his words made him happier than he thought was possible.

Sari looked from her father to the woman he indicated as her new mother, "mother…?" she moved out of her fathers lap and went to kneel in front of Sango, who was kneeling also.

Sango smiled and rested her palms on the floor rather nervously, "hello Sari, you look a lot like your father."

"I get his eyes when I turn human," Sari whisperedshyly before hesitantly climbing into her new mother's lap and snuggling into her.

Sango smiled and felt tears spring into her eyes, the child had accepted her more readily than she thought she would.

"Don't I get a hug?" a dry, croaky voice said from the floor beside them.

They all looked over to see Minoru awake as he sat up and took a deep and calm breath before adjusting his hakama, which had been roughly put back into place after Sari had tended to his legs.

All done this one! And I even did it in one sitting! Wahoo for me! Now, to rest my brain and fill it with ideas before updating.