InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Saira ❯ Pictures and Revelations ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Kalira of the Flames 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Mystery / Fantasy / Comedy / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.22.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 271 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Mystery / Fantasy / Comedy / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.22.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 271 | Status: Work In Progress
*Disclaimer* I do not own Inuyasha or any of its components, but you're smart you've probably figured that out by now.
~Saira~
Chapter 2: Pictures and Revelations
Myike was suddenly painfully aware of a heavy burden on top of him and an angry headache. His head was propped up against a heavy stone wall. He groaned and tried to sit up, but was incumbered by Saira's unconscious body. What? When did she come into my bedchamber?
His expression was still pondering as his hand wandered. Hmmm . . Guess she finds me less annoying than she makes me out to be. A goofy grin plastered itself to his face as his hand crept closer to its destination . . .
Saira slapped the hand away on reflex and proceeded to pummel the owner when she realized who it belonged to. "MYIKE?! Get OFF me! Oooohhh, you are dead now, boy! Who gave you the permission!"
"Saira, wait! I'm innocent! I thought that you had, and I . . Youch!! Leggooo!" he howled as she pulled herself up and raised him up above her by his ear. "YOU were the one lying on me in MY room. I just naturally thought . . ."
"You thought wrong, Hentai! To ME you did that! You disgusting- You are so DEAD! Wait . . this isn't even your room, you idiot. Where . . ?" She dropped Myike roughly and examined her surroundings.
A deep dark stone hole. Ugh. She shivered disgustedly. A well?
The memory of the afternoon's events flooded back to her quickly. Oh, the battle. Was it really dark already? She didn't think they had been knocked out very long.
"We have to get back to the village and help. You distracted me you jerk! I could've killed that baby worm. It looked barely old enough to chew its own food!"
Myike only scoffed at this remark, having picked himself up off the ground basically unharmed besides several new lumps and a black eye. "Its teeth looked pretty sharp to me." he muttered. "Wait. Wasn't the wooden top of the well chomped off by that thing's 'baby teeth'?"
"Must have been your imagination." Saira called down, already climbing to the aforementioned wooden section. She was back in a cheerful mood, though she didn't know why. But she still turned to give him a look of death that said if he tried anything he would be left crippled at the bottom. Then her look softened just a little. "Thanks for saving me from the worm." she said quietly and kept climbing.
Geez, her moods are scary, he thought to himself. He noticed her sword lying forgotten on the ground. Good thing she didn't have this on her or I would've gotten worse than a beating.
"Hey Saira!" he called. She turned again hanging on the vines threaded on the wall and caught the sword as he tossed it to her. "Your welcome."
~*~
Saira reached the top of the well and cried out in suprise, nearly causing the reluctantly climbing Myike to fall back to the bottom. "What is it NOW?" he called up in annoyance.
"Th-there's a-" When she didn't say anymore he climbed to the top as well and lifted himself out.
"Whoa."
Where there had only been woods before there was an actual structure around the well. It was weather-stained but sturdy, there was even a set of stairs leading to a wooden door. All cut evenly and put together so that very little of the dying light came through the cracks.
Its like a mini shrine, he thought silently. But built in a day, or a few hours at most? And why? Its impossible.
"Nee-chan! Nee-chan!" cried an enthusiastic voice from outside the door. It was bounding closer.
Before Myike and Saira could even take in this new development a human whirlwind slammed the door open and began speaking rapidly. "Oh God, Nee-chan! You finally came back! Mom and Jii-chan were so worried! They thought you were dead when you didn't come to visit for so long. But I never did! I knew you were probably too busy with youkai and the jewel to worry about us here and-"
The young man in about his mid-twenties stopped and looked puzzled for a moment. He had on a bright shirt decorated with cheery looking yellow leaves and crimson flowers and he wore khaki cutoffs that came to his knees. He looked a deep tan from getting too much summer sun and he was out of breath from running to the well house. His black hair was spiky and ill kempt, his bright blue eyes looked disappointed.
"You're not Nee-chan. Who are you?" The young man in the strange clothes said pointing at Saira.
Saira did not like being pointed at, especially by someone as strange as this guy, and straightened, pointing her chin up and bringing her sword in front of her into an offensive position. "Who are YOU? And where are we? Tell me. NOW."
~*~
Souta took a couple deep breaths trying to absorb the situation. Strange people coming out of the well? Had Jii-chan ever told him how to handle this type of situation? Sticky wards wouldn't help, even if they did work. Authentic? Hah!
This girl was definitely shifty. Her golden eyes went from suprised to angry and defensive so quickly. There was something else there too. Untapped ferocity. It was eerie.
Wait? Golden eyes? That's a little strange. He took in her appearance more closely.
She wasn't Kagome, but she looked a lot like her. Her eyes were the same shape if not the color. Her smoky black hair swirled about her face like a fog as she held the shining katana in front of her. Her bangs were swept to the side and the wisps that would have gotten into her face were tied back. She wore a simple white haori with plain loose linen pants that nearly covered her sandaled feet. Clothing of a miko. Even Souta who had only inherited the limited sight of his grandfather and none of his sister's could see the brilliant aura of the warrior priestess that spread even to her katana. Her eyes, they . . .something about her eyes reminded him of . . . they were brilliant gold with bottomless pupils nearly slitted like . .
"You're their kid aren't you?" he asked quietly.
"Hey, who's kid? I thought we were your only relatives." Myike suddenly spoke and stepped forward from where he had been cowering behind Saira at the slamming of the door. He suddenly got braver. "What do YOU know about her parents because MY parents never told us anything!" he stated sticking his finger to the man's nose.
Souta just blinked at him. "And who are YOU?"
"Myike, son of Sango the last demon exterminator and Miroku the traveling buddist priest, grandson of-" Myike spouted off and would have continued speaking indefinitely if Saira hadn't sheathed her sword and 'lightly' smacked him over the head. "OWWW!" he whined. "That hurt. Haven't you smacked me around enough yet toda-"
"WILL you EVER shutup?! I want to hear what this weird guy has to say, baka!" she nodded to the man to continue.
"Your only relat. . . you mean you didn't bring them? Where are they?" Souta now had a million questions racing through his mind. What had happened to his sister? "What's your name and how did you come here?"
"You first." she stated stubbornly and brought her arms across her chest. Uh-oh, thought Myike. This guy had better feel like being cooperative. This was her no-nonsense-or-there-will-be-a-death stance.
Fortunately the stranger decided to be compliant. "My name is Souta Higurashi, head of the Higurashi shrine and if I'm right you're my niece."
~*~
Saira was in shock. Everything seemed to be going in painful slow motion. She blocked out the sounds and sights around her and went completely numb. It was like watching instead of living. She watched herself and Myike being led by this strange man called Souta into a rich looking house with glass windows and tiled floors into the largest kitchen she had ever been inside in her life. Myike was silent. Maybe he was a little stunned as well. They definitely weren't in the forest anymore.
Myike stared at Saira silently as they went inside the house. Her eyes were glazed over and she looked like a zombie. He wanted to comfort her but he wasn't sure that was what she needed at the moment.
Being thought a pervert and getting hit again wasn't a factor in his decision at all.
They sat down at a largish wooden table in the center of an enormous kitchen and the questions began.
~*~
Souta smiled encouragingly at Saira as he brushed his hair away from his face leaning on his arms. He felt less than enthusiastic that Saira didn't know who her parents were. She still looked stunned to say the least. Well, who could blame her? he thought. She's in a different world and just found out that her mother came from five hundred years in the future. "Ok, one more time. Your name is Saira. You were raised in Kaede's village with this guy," he looked wearily over at Myike who was thinking silently as well. Should he be here for all this? "And you never asked about your parents, why?"
This snapped Saira immediately back to attention. This Souta person was starting to sound snippy. She decided to ignore this minor infringement and pondered the question herself.
"Because although they love me, Sango and Miroku never answered my questions. I didn't really ask much anyways because . ." she took a deep breath. "I was afraid that . . . I thought that maybe they had . . abandoned me. I seem to be part demon. Those types of children are always unwanted." She stared at the floor with her strange glowing eyes picking out the patterns in the wood.
Myike's head snapped up and he stared at his best friend. She felt unwanted?
Saira suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Myike standing beside her, his blue-violet eyes shining with caring. She gladly accepted the support, ignoring her instinct to shrug off all comfort and bare her burdens alone.
Souta spoke, staring at Saira across the table and steadily held her gaze as he said firmly "I knew my sister. She would never willingly abandon her kids. And you have to be their kid. You look so much like her, and you have his eyes. And no one besides one of them could travel through the well without help."
"Travel THROUGH the well?!" Myike and Saira cried at the same time. Souta sighed, just a little irritated. More explanations were needed.
...
"Well, Saira." Myike coughed a little when Souta was done with his long and COMPLICATED story. "That's, um, an interesting heritage." He still didn't know if he could believe half of it. But then again he was sitting in the boy from the future's kitchen eating noodles that had been cooked in a giant black box and drinking strange COLD bubbly liquids. It did taste kind of good.
He grinned. Wait till Mom and Dad hear about this. Wait, no. Wouldn't already know? They LIVED this stuff, didn't they. I wonder why they kept it a secret.
Souta was going to let them sleep in the same room, seeing as it was a completely new place, but Saira flatly refused. She needed to sort out a LOT and she didn't feel like keeping an eye out for the perv while she was doing it.
So Myike was let off into the bedroom Souta had as a child. Ignoring the oohs, ahhs, and crashes that made her half curious as to what strange things Myike was looking at now, she nodded to her new uncle to take her to a guest room. He still looked like he wanted to see what Myike was doing to his things as new crashes and belated oops' came from his room, but ignored it. His niece was more important right now.
He led her to the end of the hallway and stopped at a sky blue doorway with little stenciled flowers on it. Cute, Saira thought idly. On second thought, she didn't want to think about how her life had changed irreversibly and she couldn't just pretend she didn't want to know about her parents anymore. She just wanted to collapse on her futon and force herself to sleep. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes, took out her hair ties letting the thick hair come down off her shoulders, and yawned loudly.
Souta opened the door finally after hesitating again and for the seemingly millionth time that day she was in shock.
The room was painted blue like the door with white billowy curtains on the windows. It had a very high sakura patterned bed and a writing desk on either side of the window. A bow and quiver of arrows leaned against the closed closet waiting for their master to return. She could sense the energy coming off them from the doorway. There were pictures and papers everywhere. Guess I'm not staying in a guest room. It's beautiful, she thought. Like a princess' room.
She walked to the desk and fingered the smooth wood. She picked up a few of the papers and glanced at them. They were nothing but sheets with numbers on them. The pencil marks smudged on her hands. Kagome Higurashi was the name at the top. Her heart sped up.
She looked at Souta who just stood in the doorway watching her. He smiled encouragingly at her and she looked back at the objects on the desk devouring every detail. The various portraits caught her eye. They were so detailed she wondered what kind of talented artists they had in this era that could paint such tiny realistic miniatures. The pictures were all framed and in a few she recognized the boyish form of the man who stood watching her. More often than Souta there was a girl who looked a little like him. She had on a huge smile that was reflected back at her by the people surrounding her, she was hugging them in every one. Her midnight black hair swirled around her and her bright blue eyes sparkled with a strange happiness alien to Saira, but at the same time she recognized herself in girl's lithe form.
Saira snatched the nearest picture off the desk and examined it closely. In front of the well shrine of the Higurashi Sunset shrine, as Souta had told her it was called, stood a family. A grisly old man with a silly smile. An eight year old Souta, looking like he desperately wanted to go in the house. A woman in her forties, with streaked black hair who bore a strong resemblance to Souta and the girl who dominated these pictures, laying a restraining hand on the boy's right shoulder.
And . . . her . . . my mother, her heart whispered. The teenaged girl was smiling as brightly as ever with a yellow sack over her shoulder wearing a bright green and white uniform of some kind. Saira was mesmerized.
Then, her heart stopped once again. Next to the midnight haired girl in the picture was an irritated looking boy. He was wearing a bright red haori and his torso was cut off the picture because he seemed to be getting up off the ground. His white silver hair was long and shaggy and hung down behind him with the exception of two large pieces that hung down his shoulders. Two fluffy white dog ears were perched atop his head and he had his arms crossed across his chest and his mouth was open like he was yelling something showing his small fangs. His golden eyes with cat-like slits that glared at the viewer confirmed that she was looking at her parents. She sat on the floor still staring at the picture as Souta quietly shut the door and retired to the couch.
Abandoning all ideas of sleep Saira stared at the picture long into the night.
***
Please review for me. I really like this story and I want to finish it. Reviewing would be extra insurance. I've already started Chapter 3, talk to you soon.
~Saira~
Chapter 2: Pictures and Revelations
Myike was suddenly painfully aware of a heavy burden on top of him and an angry headache. His head was propped up against a heavy stone wall. He groaned and tried to sit up, but was incumbered by Saira's unconscious body. What? When did she come into my bedchamber?
His expression was still pondering as his hand wandered. Hmmm . . Guess she finds me less annoying than she makes me out to be. A goofy grin plastered itself to his face as his hand crept closer to its destination . . .
Saira slapped the hand away on reflex and proceeded to pummel the owner when she realized who it belonged to. "MYIKE?! Get OFF me! Oooohhh, you are dead now, boy! Who gave you the permission!"
"Saira, wait! I'm innocent! I thought that you had, and I . . Youch!! Leggooo!" he howled as she pulled herself up and raised him up above her by his ear. "YOU were the one lying on me in MY room. I just naturally thought . . ."
"You thought wrong, Hentai! To ME you did that! You disgusting- You are so DEAD! Wait . . this isn't even your room, you idiot. Where . . ?" She dropped Myike roughly and examined her surroundings.
A deep dark stone hole. Ugh. She shivered disgustedly. A well?
The memory of the afternoon's events flooded back to her quickly. Oh, the battle. Was it really dark already? She didn't think they had been knocked out very long.
"We have to get back to the village and help. You distracted me you jerk! I could've killed that baby worm. It looked barely old enough to chew its own food!"
Myike only scoffed at this remark, having picked himself up off the ground basically unharmed besides several new lumps and a black eye. "Its teeth looked pretty sharp to me." he muttered. "Wait. Wasn't the wooden top of the well chomped off by that thing's 'baby teeth'?"
"Must have been your imagination." Saira called down, already climbing to the aforementioned wooden section. She was back in a cheerful mood, though she didn't know why. But she still turned to give him a look of death that said if he tried anything he would be left crippled at the bottom. Then her look softened just a little. "Thanks for saving me from the worm." she said quietly and kept climbing.
Geez, her moods are scary, he thought to himself. He noticed her sword lying forgotten on the ground. Good thing she didn't have this on her or I would've gotten worse than a beating.
"Hey Saira!" he called. She turned again hanging on the vines threaded on the wall and caught the sword as he tossed it to her. "Your welcome."
~*~
Saira reached the top of the well and cried out in suprise, nearly causing the reluctantly climbing Myike to fall back to the bottom. "What is it NOW?" he called up in annoyance.
"Th-there's a-" When she didn't say anymore he climbed to the top as well and lifted himself out.
"Whoa."
Where there had only been woods before there was an actual structure around the well. It was weather-stained but sturdy, there was even a set of stairs leading to a wooden door. All cut evenly and put together so that very little of the dying light came through the cracks.
Its like a mini shrine, he thought silently. But built in a day, or a few hours at most? And why? Its impossible.
"Nee-chan! Nee-chan!" cried an enthusiastic voice from outside the door. It was bounding closer.
Before Myike and Saira could even take in this new development a human whirlwind slammed the door open and began speaking rapidly. "Oh God, Nee-chan! You finally came back! Mom and Jii-chan were so worried! They thought you were dead when you didn't come to visit for so long. But I never did! I knew you were probably too busy with youkai and the jewel to worry about us here and-"
The young man in about his mid-twenties stopped and looked puzzled for a moment. He had on a bright shirt decorated with cheery looking yellow leaves and crimson flowers and he wore khaki cutoffs that came to his knees. He looked a deep tan from getting too much summer sun and he was out of breath from running to the well house. His black hair was spiky and ill kempt, his bright blue eyes looked disappointed.
"You're not Nee-chan. Who are you?" The young man in the strange clothes said pointing at Saira.
Saira did not like being pointed at, especially by someone as strange as this guy, and straightened, pointing her chin up and bringing her sword in front of her into an offensive position. "Who are YOU? And where are we? Tell me. NOW."
~*~
Souta took a couple deep breaths trying to absorb the situation. Strange people coming out of the well? Had Jii-chan ever told him how to handle this type of situation? Sticky wards wouldn't help, even if they did work. Authentic? Hah!
This girl was definitely shifty. Her golden eyes went from suprised to angry and defensive so quickly. There was something else there too. Untapped ferocity. It was eerie.
Wait? Golden eyes? That's a little strange. He took in her appearance more closely.
She wasn't Kagome, but she looked a lot like her. Her eyes were the same shape if not the color. Her smoky black hair swirled about her face like a fog as she held the shining katana in front of her. Her bangs were swept to the side and the wisps that would have gotten into her face were tied back. She wore a simple white haori with plain loose linen pants that nearly covered her sandaled feet. Clothing of a miko. Even Souta who had only inherited the limited sight of his grandfather and none of his sister's could see the brilliant aura of the warrior priestess that spread even to her katana. Her eyes, they . . .something about her eyes reminded him of . . . they were brilliant gold with bottomless pupils nearly slitted like . .
"You're their kid aren't you?" he asked quietly.
"Hey, who's kid? I thought we were your only relatives." Myike suddenly spoke and stepped forward from where he had been cowering behind Saira at the slamming of the door. He suddenly got braver. "What do YOU know about her parents because MY parents never told us anything!" he stated sticking his finger to the man's nose.
Souta just blinked at him. "And who are YOU?"
"Myike, son of Sango the last demon exterminator and Miroku the traveling buddist priest, grandson of-" Myike spouted off and would have continued speaking indefinitely if Saira hadn't sheathed her sword and 'lightly' smacked him over the head. "OWWW!" he whined. "That hurt. Haven't you smacked me around enough yet toda-"
"WILL you EVER shutup?! I want to hear what this weird guy has to say, baka!" she nodded to the man to continue.
"Your only relat. . . you mean you didn't bring them? Where are they?" Souta now had a million questions racing through his mind. What had happened to his sister? "What's your name and how did you come here?"
"You first." she stated stubbornly and brought her arms across her chest. Uh-oh, thought Myike. This guy had better feel like being cooperative. This was her no-nonsense-or-there-will-be-a-death stance.
Fortunately the stranger decided to be compliant. "My name is Souta Higurashi, head of the Higurashi shrine and if I'm right you're my niece."
~*~
Saira was in shock. Everything seemed to be going in painful slow motion. She blocked out the sounds and sights around her and went completely numb. It was like watching instead of living. She watched herself and Myike being led by this strange man called Souta into a rich looking house with glass windows and tiled floors into the largest kitchen she had ever been inside in her life. Myike was silent. Maybe he was a little stunned as well. They definitely weren't in the forest anymore.
Myike stared at Saira silently as they went inside the house. Her eyes were glazed over and she looked like a zombie. He wanted to comfort her but he wasn't sure that was what she needed at the moment.
Being thought a pervert and getting hit again wasn't a factor in his decision at all.
They sat down at a largish wooden table in the center of an enormous kitchen and the questions began.
~*~
Souta smiled encouragingly at Saira as he brushed his hair away from his face leaning on his arms. He felt less than enthusiastic that Saira didn't know who her parents were. She still looked stunned to say the least. Well, who could blame her? he thought. She's in a different world and just found out that her mother came from five hundred years in the future. "Ok, one more time. Your name is Saira. You were raised in Kaede's village with this guy," he looked wearily over at Myike who was thinking silently as well. Should he be here for all this? "And you never asked about your parents, why?"
This snapped Saira immediately back to attention. This Souta person was starting to sound snippy. She decided to ignore this minor infringement and pondered the question herself.
"Because although they love me, Sango and Miroku never answered my questions. I didn't really ask much anyways because . ." she took a deep breath. "I was afraid that . . . I thought that maybe they had . . abandoned me. I seem to be part demon. Those types of children are always unwanted." She stared at the floor with her strange glowing eyes picking out the patterns in the wood.
Myike's head snapped up and he stared at his best friend. She felt unwanted?
Saira suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Myike standing beside her, his blue-violet eyes shining with caring. She gladly accepted the support, ignoring her instinct to shrug off all comfort and bare her burdens alone.
Souta spoke, staring at Saira across the table and steadily held her gaze as he said firmly "I knew my sister. She would never willingly abandon her kids. And you have to be their kid. You look so much like her, and you have his eyes. And no one besides one of them could travel through the well without help."
"Travel THROUGH the well?!" Myike and Saira cried at the same time. Souta sighed, just a little irritated. More explanations were needed.
...
"Well, Saira." Myike coughed a little when Souta was done with his long and COMPLICATED story. "That's, um, an interesting heritage." He still didn't know if he could believe half of it. But then again he was sitting in the boy from the future's kitchen eating noodles that had been cooked in a giant black box and drinking strange COLD bubbly liquids. It did taste kind of good.
He grinned. Wait till Mom and Dad hear about this. Wait, no. Wouldn't already know? They LIVED this stuff, didn't they. I wonder why they kept it a secret.
Souta was going to let them sleep in the same room, seeing as it was a completely new place, but Saira flatly refused. She needed to sort out a LOT and she didn't feel like keeping an eye out for the perv while she was doing it.
So Myike was let off into the bedroom Souta had as a child. Ignoring the oohs, ahhs, and crashes that made her half curious as to what strange things Myike was looking at now, she nodded to her new uncle to take her to a guest room. He still looked like he wanted to see what Myike was doing to his things as new crashes and belated oops' came from his room, but ignored it. His niece was more important right now.
He led her to the end of the hallway and stopped at a sky blue doorway with little stenciled flowers on it. Cute, Saira thought idly. On second thought, she didn't want to think about how her life had changed irreversibly and she couldn't just pretend she didn't want to know about her parents anymore. She just wanted to collapse on her futon and force herself to sleep. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes, took out her hair ties letting the thick hair come down off her shoulders, and yawned loudly.
Souta opened the door finally after hesitating again and for the seemingly millionth time that day she was in shock.
The room was painted blue like the door with white billowy curtains on the windows. It had a very high sakura patterned bed and a writing desk on either side of the window. A bow and quiver of arrows leaned against the closed closet waiting for their master to return. She could sense the energy coming off them from the doorway. There were pictures and papers everywhere. Guess I'm not staying in a guest room. It's beautiful, she thought. Like a princess' room.
She walked to the desk and fingered the smooth wood. She picked up a few of the papers and glanced at them. They were nothing but sheets with numbers on them. The pencil marks smudged on her hands. Kagome Higurashi was the name at the top. Her heart sped up.
She looked at Souta who just stood in the doorway watching her. He smiled encouragingly at her and she looked back at the objects on the desk devouring every detail. The various portraits caught her eye. They were so detailed she wondered what kind of talented artists they had in this era that could paint such tiny realistic miniatures. The pictures were all framed and in a few she recognized the boyish form of the man who stood watching her. More often than Souta there was a girl who looked a little like him. She had on a huge smile that was reflected back at her by the people surrounding her, she was hugging them in every one. Her midnight black hair swirled around her and her bright blue eyes sparkled with a strange happiness alien to Saira, but at the same time she recognized herself in girl's lithe form.
Saira snatched the nearest picture off the desk and examined it closely. In front of the well shrine of the Higurashi Sunset shrine, as Souta had told her it was called, stood a family. A grisly old man with a silly smile. An eight year old Souta, looking like he desperately wanted to go in the house. A woman in her forties, with streaked black hair who bore a strong resemblance to Souta and the girl who dominated these pictures, laying a restraining hand on the boy's right shoulder.
And . . . her . . . my mother, her heart whispered. The teenaged girl was smiling as brightly as ever with a yellow sack over her shoulder wearing a bright green and white uniform of some kind. Saira was mesmerized.
Then, her heart stopped once again. Next to the midnight haired girl in the picture was an irritated looking boy. He was wearing a bright red haori and his torso was cut off the picture because he seemed to be getting up off the ground. His white silver hair was long and shaggy and hung down behind him with the exception of two large pieces that hung down his shoulders. Two fluffy white dog ears were perched atop his head and he had his arms crossed across his chest and his mouth was open like he was yelling something showing his small fangs. His golden eyes with cat-like slits that glared at the viewer confirmed that she was looking at her parents. She sat on the floor still staring at the picture as Souta quietly shut the door and retired to the couch.
Abandoning all ideas of sleep Saira stared at the picture long into the night.
***
Please review for me. I really like this story and I want to finish it. Reviewing would be extra insurance. I've already started Chapter 3, talk to you soon.