AN: Well, I'm writing again. Sorry about never updating my story, but I lost interest in it a while ago. Then, I just didn't want to write for a while. And to top it off, my parents split up and my dad almost moved several states away. But, enough of my personal problems, the point is that I'm trying to get back into writing. Since I'm grounded from going anywhere, I guess now's a good a time as any.

Anyway, about the story, I personally have absolutely no idea as to where it's going to go. This is just writing off the top of my head, which I seem strangely better at than planning my stories. Please tell me what you feel about it, if you like it, hate it, hate me, whatever. Flames will be fed to the trolls, who will then be fed to Kirara.

Disclaimer: I don't own. There, I said it. Now point your dang lawsuit cannons elsewhere!

Update 1/23/11: I just got a new beta. So, there will be a lot less spelling errors and mistakes throughout. MoonlightOrange666, you're my savior.

Prologue

He sat there, unmoving for the next few minutes. The brown-haired woman sitting across from him expected denial, cursing, anything but this. The boy smiled. They stayed in the same position for a few moments, before maniacal laughter rang throughout the room. The woman visibly flinched at his sudden outburst, but otherwise seemed unfazed. The laughter suddenly quieted down until the boy was just giggling.

Then, he cried.

Although his reactions were certainly confusing, the woman in front of him simply kept on a stoic mask. Internally, however, she was weeping. The only thing left of her precious little brother was now his appearance. She mentally cursed the freak who took her brother and left her with his empty shell.

The boy stood, and walked to his guest. He then pulled out a pocketknife, and examined it as the light in the room glinted off of the weapon's metallic silver color. The woman visibly flinched, and the boy giggled again.

"He's telling me to finish the job right now. He's telling me to skin you alive, then slice open your stomach and let the acid from it spill all over the rest of your guts. Honestly, I don't find the idea repulsive. Death by your younger brother, by your own blood, is your punishment for leaving me behind, Ane-ue," the young teen cackled again as the woman, his sister, began crying.

"It's unfair, isn't it? Dying before you could even graduate college. Being unable to start your dream family, unable to buy a house, or a car for that matter. Are you prepared to die, Ane-ue?" he threatened.

He smirked when she shuddered and shook her head.

"Aw, that's too bad. It's your time to die, sister. Prepare yourself!" he cried, raising his weapon of choice and thrusting it towards her.

The woman put up no resistance.

There was a searing pain in the woman's side as she felt the knife enter her body. The boy pulled the knife out of her side, then repeated the process several times. The woman cried out each time, and coughed up enough blood to fill a small cup. She felt a cold sensation in her side as he finally pulled the knife out of her body, and he suddenly froze. She saw tears forming in his eyes, but her mind could not register the fact that the younger of the two was crying. All that she could think about was the sticky red substance flooding out of her body, and how she was suddenly feeling exhausted.

"Ane-ue!" the boy cried, but she could not hear him as her limp body slumped over her chair and ceased its movement.

Sango Taijiya was dead.