--Heriditary--
"You- you- instensitive baka!!!! I have a right to go where I please with whomever I please, and you have no right OR reason to stop me!"
"I do so have a right, and a reason! It's MY job to protect you, and MY job to stop you from doing stupid... stuff!" The young boy crossed his arms stubbornly, glaring at the young girl in front of him. "Haven't you been listening? There's no fucking way I'm letting you-"
Suddenly, in walked Sango, frowning disapprovingly. One dark eyebrow was raised over a discerning magenta eye. Miroku followed close behind, and the monk sighed. "Ahem. What is going on here?"
"Nothing, Uncle Miroku," said the brother and sister in unison as they trudged out the door, praying silently that the monk wouldn't feel the need to tell their parents about their argument. As the older pair watched them go, Sango laughed quietly to herself.
"Maybe there is something in heriditary, after all."