InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Curse passed on once more ❯ A meeting ( Chapter 2 )

`The small girl sat in the tree looking distastefully down at the people walking by, none of them interested her. By her appearance you couldn't tell she was the daughter of Sango. The only thing to identify her by was the midnight-blue cloth, gold ring, and beads that adorned her right hand. The once trade marks of the monk Miroku. The girl had tangled jet-black hair and eyes that seemed dull and without life. Her nails were long, unkempt and dirty. She had smudges of mud on her cheeks and clothes, her feet were bare and also muddy.

She was tall for her age of five, but her movements were swift and never awkward. Suddenly three people passing beneath her, caught her attention. There was a hanyou with dark brown hair and faint white highlights that looked silver, and was down to his waist. The two taller people were a man and a woman. The man had waist length hair that was silvery-white, and he wore a red outfit with a sword at his side. He had his arm around the slightly smaller woman, who had brown hair and was wearing a green and blue kimono.

When the skipping boy was directly beneath her , the child sprang from the tree, attacking. The boy dodged her first two punches, kicking out to the girl's chest. She ducked swinging her leg under his and knocking him to the ground. The girl pounced on him, her hand held threateningly above his neck ready to strike if he moved. The boy only looked up at her with worried, angry eyes not daring to breathe. Suddenly the girl was being lifted off the young boy, by the strong arm of her father.

She struggled in his arms, and her head snapped up as she heard a soft chuckling from her father and the other man. The boy was dusting off his clothes, the girl shot him a dirty look and he seemed taken back. Miroku set his daughter down and the instant she was free she scrambled up the tree growling at the people below. Miroku sighed

"Yoko, please come down. We have guests and your playmate has come. I am sure you must have missed him. Her only answer was a low growl. Miroku sighed again. "Inuyasha" he said turning to the man,

"She is just as moody as you are"

InuYasha chuckled. "Feh. The little kitsune could probably kick my ass when she gets older." The woman standing beside him punched his arm and crossed her arms. "Hey wha'd ya do that for…?"

"InuYasha. Don't encourage her, and watch your mouth."

"But Kagome…" the man began. "Its true and besides the kids are too young to care what the hell I say" InuYasha looked down as he was talking, to his son who was pulling on his pants.

"Father, what is and `ass'?" the boy stared innocently up at his father whose mouth was hanging open. He turned to Kagome who was looking at him with a `I told you so' glare and not offering any help.

"Ummm…" Inuyasha began, but Yoko interrupted him.

"It is what you shall become, being as stupid as you are." Everyone gazed up into the tree not able to see the well-hidden girl. Miroku narrowed his eyes, he was loosing his patience.

"Yoko, come down and walk with us back to the house." When he saw no movement from his daughter he got angry. "Now" he almost yelled. The girl climbed grudgingly from the tree and stood in front of her father. She narrowed her eyes staring defiantly at him. He did the same, towering over her. But the monk's eyes soon softened at his small child. He tried to take her hand, but she slapped his arm away. She turned and ran up the path to the house, her father staring after her. InuYasha walked up to his old friend, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Feisty" he said seriously, then burst into hysterical laughter, the situation being very amusing to him. Miroku felt as if he never could get closer to his daughter, he didn't understand her inner turmoil; for such a young child…. Was it he that caused it? He sighed again looking at his friend and wife arguing, and couldn't help the small smile. He waited for them, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw their son walking up the path, following in step with his daughter.