"Ahh…" the water felt soothing. After I was kicked out by the Raccoon, I found a hot spring where I relaxed and decided to think my situation over.
I few hours ago I was at school and now I'm in a forest, I was told by a raccoon that she is my mother and my father died before I was born, and this rusty old sword is what he left me. Now I have to find my brother, that I never met, the raccoon barely knew his name, and he probably never hear of me, that I need his help…Yep, I don't believe it!
As I examined the sword I concluded that, it was a rusty piece of junk that couldn't even cut a birthday cake.
I sighed and put it down. I felt a sharp pain in my wrist, I jerked my hand up to find that I was bleeding. That ancient lump of scrap cut my wrist! Well, I guess I can't say it can't cut, now.
Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the bushes to the left of me. I slid my ears under my hair. And slid under the water until just my nose and up were showing; I listened closely. Then a man walked out of the bushes, he stopped and stared at me. He was caring a weird staff and his right wrist and hand were bandaged up so I guess he was harmless.
I slowly sat up, "Who are you?"
"Oh, excuse me fair madden, but I was stunned by your beauty."
"Thank you." I couldn't help but smile.
"Please, I have to ask you, will you bare my child?" he asked like it was nothing.
"What!?" I was shocked. "How…how can you ask me that?"
"I-I'm sorry."
"I mean, will you even be there for the child? Will you just get me pregnant then leave me? I can't believe you'd just…" I was completely speechless. Some guy who I never met was asking me to be his baby-momma, I don't know how they do it here but I don't roll like that.
"Of course, my dear woman. I only have good intentions. I am hurt that you would think that I, being the humble monk that I am, would get a woman pregnant then leave her alone to raise my only child." He honestly looked hurt now.
"Hey, I'm sorry. It was just a shock ya-know. Here let me get to know you then we'll see where things lead ok? It's not a 'no' and it's not a 'yes' but I can't give you a definite answer right now. I guess if you stay with me then it's a maybe. I'd like to take things slow with someone I just met, ok?" I watched him to see his reaction and he didn't seem any less interested.
"Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea, may I join you?"
"Ah, sure, be my guest." I moved a little further away as he came into the water.
"Ahh, this water feel nice, doesn't it?" he moved closer to me.
"Yes, very relaxing."
"Just what I was thinking…" he sat next to me in the water.
"Miroku, what are you doing!?" a female shouted.
"Ahh, Sango…" he looked over at a woman wear a stripped purple and light purple kimono with a green skirt over it. She had a very large boomerang on her back.
"Hello there, my name's…Kiyomi." I smiled at the girl hoping for no trouble.
"Did he ask you to bare his child?" she said in a chilling scary way.
"Ah..no," I lied, "he just asked if he could sit in the water with me. Such a gentleman he is, I was almost hesitant of his intentions, but they were only pure." I smiled.
"Oh…" she relaxed and seemed dumbfounded, "So he…"
"Just sat next to me," I shrugged me shoulders. I was much more relaxed once she turned and walked away, "So you do this sort of thing often?"
"No, my lady…" Miruko started but then stopped and stared at me.
"What?"
"Your ears!"
"Huh…?" I felt the top of my heads and my ears had perked up, "You'd think I'd feel that." I looked at him and he seemed shocked then back to normal.
"You said your name was 'Kiyomi'?" he said.
"Yes."
"Kiyomi, I hope my friend did not scare you."
"naw" I took a deep breath then laid back in the water and closed my eyes. I'm however long away from home, some guy wants to put me in his little baby-momma group, and now I don't even want to face him. I might hurt that little-…
"Kiyomi!" he grabbed me and pulled me up, "You mustn't, it's not like that, if you have my child I will be only dedicated you."
"What are you talking about?" I was confused but still mad at him.
"Weren't you trying to kill yourself…?"
"NO!"
"I-I I'm sorry, I mistook your actions." He said. I could sense he was scared.
"It's fine, look, do you know anyone named Sesshomaru?"
"Sesshomaru?"
"Yea, he's like my brother and all, I just want to find him since I cant talk to my father apparently."
"You and Se-Sesshomaru have the same father?" Miroku looked like I just stole the air right out of his lungs.
"Yes, that's what my mother tells me." I crossed my arms over my chest waiting to hear what he had to say about my brother.
"I know Sesshomaro but you don't want to know about him, if he is your brother through your father then Inuyasha is your brother also."
"Who's Inuyasha?"
"I am." A boy with beautiful silver hair and ears like mine were walked through the bushes and up to the water. "Who are you." Is tone was uninviting so I took it as a challenge and stood to my feet with sword in hand.
"My name is, uh, Kiyomi. I am looking for Sesshomaro-"
"What do you what him for?" Inuyasha cut, me off and his tone deepened which made me guess he doesn't like his brother very much.
"I'm looking for my brother, my mother gave me this mission."
Inuyasha looked me up and down then pulled out his sword, which was much bigger than mine to say the least. "I don't believe you." He finally said.
"I don't care." Was the only thing I could think of before rambling, "I was told to go find him, so I'm out here with my sword looking for my long lost brother," then for some reason I got bold, "and I don't need you comin round ta mess up mah mission."
"Hah, it doesn't look like much of a sword."
"I don't care. It's mah sword n' I'll use it how I please." For some reason I forgot it would be my piece of scrap metal verses his gigantic sword.
"Hah, well then, let's see what it can do." Before I could think, Inuyasha charged me, I put the sword up and closed my eyes, in hopes it would protect me for the inevitable. When I opened my eyes I was back in class and the students were getting up to leave. I guess class is over, I must have dozed off. What a weird dream.