Disclaimer: InuYasha characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi© and VIZ Media©.
Warnings: Au. Strong language. Mild sexual content. Mild Shoujo-ai. OOC. Abuse. Psychological disorders. Self mutilation reference. Drug reference. Alcohol use.
Rating: R (M)
Word count: 6368 words (not including AN)
Date submitted: 02/08/10
Resubmitted: 02/14/10
AN: First InuYasha fanfic starring the lovely Demon Exterminator Sango. Hope everyone enjoys the first chapter. Happy Reading. ^_~
School Daze
Chapter 01: Sango Nakamura
By Fox
~*Shikon No Tama Academy: 07:55am*~
It is never serene, starting all over in the middle of the school year, well, not exactly the middle, but you get the general idea. Everyone is doing his or her own thing while you are just a twig in the wind. This is what fifteen-year-old Sango Nakamura thought as she walked past the lockers of her new school, Shikon No Tama Academy's hallway.
The strap of her black and pink backpack was hanging loosely on her left shoulder. She held her new textbooks and colorful folders close to her chest, her head bowed. The students were huddled around the neutral colored metal. They were conversing with giddiness about some degrading rumors and other meaningless gossip. Sango frowned in distaste.
"Did you hear about what the two teachers that was. . .?"
"Hey guys!! I have some news for you!!"
'Haven't these kids ever heard of using your inside voices?' Sango complained in her mind. There was then a loud boom of laughter from somewhere in a far corner of the hallway. It vibrated off the walls and into her ears. Sango inwardly cringed.
What the fuck was that horrible sound?
Sango swept heated deep honey eyes to a corner of the hallway. She caught sight of a loud gossiping dirty blond haired teen. She was standing amongst her group of giggling girlfriends. They obviously never heard of the Inside Voice rule. How can they stand such noise as her? She listened to more of the loud laughter and conversations and then she groaned into her hand. She wanted to scream, 'Oh my God, will you PLEASE shut the hell up, you screeching banshee?!' but endured it.
It had been at least a month since summer vacation ended and school was let back into session. The students were still complaining about having to get up early again but they were still happy in the end. It all meant that they would get to see their almost forgotten friends again. But still. . . Why did she have to transfer to another school during this crazy moment in time? Why? WHY?
Wait a minute. Maybe this was all just some horrible and crazy dream. Yeah, it has to be. But why, of all things would she be dreaming about school was beyond her though.
*PINCH.*
"Ouch. . ." she mumbled, rubbing the abused area. Well, the dream idea was out the window. Eh, didn't matter anyway.
Sango sighed impatiently as she adjusted her school necktie. She wished for the ground to just swallow her whole and chuck her back into bed. 'Or maybe back to Ishikawa. That would be so much better,' she thought. She casted her eyes down to the ground. After a moment, she sighed. Looks like she wasn't going to get her wish. So, with not much eagerness, she looked down to the schedule card in her hand.
Homeroom—English 3: Miroku Endo. Room G12.
'Hmm, G12. . . Now where is that classroom located?' Sango wondered idly. She sighed and wandered helplessly down the halls. She looked at the labels beside each door. She worried on her lower lip in frustration, twirling a brunette lock around her pointer finger. She stopped in front of a classroom that was on her left. She quickly skimmed over the wall, looking for the label. She finally spotted it and gave a small victorious gasp. Yes! Hopefully this was her Homeroom. She squinted her deep honey eyes to read the gold plate. 'Please, please, please be Miroku-sensei's class,' she prayed.
Kaede Arai. Room F13.
. . .Well, at least she won't have to go looking for THIS classroom later on. She made sure to check off that classroom from her card. 'Now, that bit is taken care of, where the hell is G12? How big is this freaking school if I can't just find a simple classroom?' Sango grumbled. 'This is ridiculous.' Brown eyebrows furrowed together in irritation as she adjusted the books in her hands. She didn't want to drop them on her way. Why couldn't this stupid school be like her old school and let her go to her locker after every period ended? Maybe this was customary for the schools in this area. She didn't know enough about this new city to know exactly.
Sango's eyes wandered over the large hallway again, in hopes of seeing her Homeroom classroom. She noticed that the school was also indeed larger than her old school too. She then grunted in surprise as she was pushed to the side. She fell to her knees. She dropped her belongings to the floor in the process. "Damn it," Sango huffed, annoyed. She ignored the pain in her knees and started to pick up her books and folders one by one. She wanted to get everything up before anyone would noticed her embarrassing moment. . .DAMN IT!!
"Oh God," she whispered when she heard the giggles. She turned slightly red in the face.
"Do you need any help, miss?" a voice said.
Deep honey eyes looked up to see a pale hand with fingernails painted black with glitter extended towards her. She looked past the hand to see beautiful cocoa brown eyes. Sango studied the girl's features. She has pale white skin. Her hair is long, black and straight. Her hair was done in a loose hair ribbon. She was dressed in the school's uniform: a white short sleeved blouse, a gray bolero jacket with three buttons that cut two inches below her breasts, a dark colored necktie and a tartan skirt that fell to a few inches above her knees. On her feet were white loose socks and a pair of black loafers.
Sango gave her a sheepish smile. "Um, yeah. I sure could use the help. Thanks," she said, taking the offered hand.
The other girl just smiled gently. She then hauled the brunette onto her feet. She watched her curiously as Sango dusted off the dirt from her uniform and her knees. "Hmm. . .Are you all right, miss?" she asked.
Sango looked up to meet the other's brown eyes. "Oh. . .um, yes. I'm all right. It's nothing. It's just a little stinging in my knees, that's all."
"Hmm. . ." she hummed. She then shrugged her shoulders in a nonchalant manner. "Okay. If you do not mind me asking, why have I not ever seen you around this school before?" she asked. She looked Sango directly in the eye.
"That's because I'm new here," Sango replied with a small smile.
"Oh really?" the other girl said softly in realization. After a moment, she then held out her hand. "My name is Kikyou Hiromi. I am the Student Council President. May I ask what is your name, miss?"
"My name is Sango Nakamura. It's nice meeting you, Miss Hiromi," Sango said, taking the offered hand and shaking it. Kikyou gave a soft chuckle.
"Oh, just call me Kikyou, Sango-san. The pleasure is all mine. Now, let us get down to business, shall we? What are you doing carrying around all these books and papers with you? Did you not find your locker?"
Sango nodded. "Yep."
"Then why are you lugging around all of these books? There are small breaks between classes. You do not need all this with you at once," she said. Cocoa eyes then noticed the schedule card in Sango's hand. She reached out for it. Sango allowed her to take the card, surrendering to whatever help the girl was willing to give.
"Oh, I didn't know that. Thank you."
Kikyou just smiled. "Well, since I am going to help you back to your locker, how about I help you find your first period class, ne?" she offered. Sango grinned and nodded.
Kikyou returned the gesture. She then looked down at the information in her hands. She raised a black eyebrow, but said nothing. She then nodded her head twice. "Ah, so your first period class is with Miroku-sensei. Hn, this is quite. . .interesting Sango-san," Kikyou said, nose wrinkling. She wasn't too particularly fond of the man.
"Kikyou-sempai?"
"Hn? Oh. . ." she shook her head, ridding her thoughts of the teacher. "I apologize Sango-san."She handed her the schedule card back. "Miroku-sensei's class is on the top floor." She pointed to a nearby staircase. "Make a right when you set up those stairs. His class should be on your left side."
"Ah. Thank you Kikyou-sempai." Sango said gratefully.
"You are very welcome. Now that we have the directions cleared up, would you like me to help you back to your locker? I do not have a class this period since I am due back to Tanaka-kouchou's office."
Sango smiled at the offer but declined. She didn't want to trouble the girl any longer than she had with her own troubles. She bowed respectfully to the ebony haired girl and then spun away. She threw a happy "Ja Ne!" to the girl as she walked away.
~~*~~
~*English 3 Class: 08:15am*~
'Ah, so here is the classroom. I can't believe I've been passing it this long,' the brunette mused. She was standing outside of a navy blue door. The gold plate stating the teacher' name was to the side. She reached a hand out and knocked on the wooden surface. She waited patiently. She heard a male voice and then footsteps. The door opened to reveal a man with shaggy black hair in a small ponytail. He smiled at Sango, walking slowly behind her.
"My, my." His voice was rather smooth. Sango guessed that the man was somewhere in his early to mid twenties. "So this is the new student I have been looking forward to? Mmm, such a sweet young lady." And with that sentence, he grabbed Sango's butt. He gave it a good squeeze in his large hand.
A chorus of "Uh oh," and "Oh no," rang inside the classroom. The class of Grade 12 students watched with steady eyes for the brunette's reaction. Sango blinked. Did this perverted man just. . .? The class watched as their perverted teacher was flung over the brunette's body with ease. He landed with a loud "Umf!"
"Pervert!" Sango snapped. She was fuming. How dare this SUPPOSEDLY respectable man touch her in such a manner?!
Miroku groaned, sitting up. He looked up to the brunette teen. A large smile was on his face. "It's a good thing I like strong girls!" He exhaled happily. Sango threw him the dirtiest glare she could muster. She then snorted at the man and stepped around his body. She widen her eyes at the sight of the room.
The classroom was not built like a regular classroom would be. There were no desks. There were instead large black wooden table with wooden benches. She noticed four students were seated to each table. The tables stretched upwards, making the students have to climb steps. She listened partially to Miroku-sensei as he quieted the class of students down. She was still peeved with the man after all. He moved to stand beside her. She glared at him, daring him to try anything.
"Class, today we have a transfer student joining us for the rest of the school year. From my knowledge, she has moved from a neighboring town, so she may or may not know much about Tokyo. So I want you to welcome her, okay?
"Yes Miroku-sensei," the class replied.
"But please not in the same manner as this pervert did," Sango chipped in. She threw another dirty glare to the teacher. He just smiled it off. The class lightly laughed at the brunette's antics, liking her instantly.
"Anyway, you can go ahead and introduce yourself now if you would like," Miroku-sensei offered. Sango nodded and turned her attention to the classroom of Grade 12. Nervousness suddenly filled her. She cleared her throat distractedly.
"Hello. .ah. . .My name is Sango Nakamura. It's nice meeting you all, except for you, Miroku-ero-sensei." She threw another glare at him.
He laughed. "It's nice meeting you too Miss Nakamura."
"Anyway, I'm fifteen and—"
"Fifteen!"
"What the hell!?"
"You're only fifteen?!"
"You was skipped TWO GRADES?!"
Miroku-sensei quieted the class down again, and Sango felt herself blush in embarrassment as she listened to the many questions that were aimed at her. She coughed and then made to correct the girl who'd asked the 'two grades' question.
"No, ah, I was skipped three grades. I started school when I was seven. I will be turning sixteen in March." The class started murmuring again and she swore she would burn up under the dozens of gazes on her.
"Class. . .Class!" they quieted. "Thank you. Please allow Miss Nakamura to finish her introductions," he said. "Please finish Miss Nakamura."
"Okay. Thank you. Um. . .well, as I said before, I'm fifteen and I just moved here from Ishikawa like Miroku-sensei had just said. Um. . .I had went to Ishikawa High, which was a public school, so I'm not that used to attending a facility like this one." She gave a light chuckle. "I hope to get along with all of you and. . .Have a great year here at Shikon No Tama Academy." She brushed a few strands of her bangs out of her eyes and she flashed a cute smile.
Towards the back, a redhead looked quizzically at Sango. She then felt someone pluck at her temple. She turned angry green eyes to the girl beside her. She just smiled and ignored the glare her friend was sending. "So we have a new freak here, huh?" she said, twirling her mechanical pencil between her two fingers.
"Yeah, you're right Tsubaki. So what should we do with her, Ayame?" Another girl said. She has short black hair, pinkish colored eyes and red eye-shadow. She dropped her chin in her open palm and looked expectedly at her friend.
Ayame, the leader of the small group laughed softly. Dainty fingers toyed with the gold charm bracelet around her wrist. She has red hair that seemed to always be in two ponytails with an iris in one of them. Her eyes were a soft green. "Guys. . ." she addressed her friends slowly, her eyes never trailing away from Sango. Her mouth curved into a predatory smirk. "She's gonna make our games a lot more interesting. . ."
"Thank you for sharing with us, Miss Nakamura. Everyone, treat her with respect like anyone else, and welcome her to the class. Now, why don't you take the empty seat towards the back, okay?" Miroku-sensei said.
She nodded and quickly made her way to the empty seat. Once there, she shrugged her black and pink backpack off her shoulder and dropped it on the floor. Sitting down uncomfortably—she was still being stared at—she tried to keep her gaze fixed on Miroku-sensei.
Seeing that she was settled in, Miroku-sensei gave her a reassuring smile. He proceeded to finishing up the previous lesson. Ten minutes into the period, Sango's ear twitched at the sounds of whispering. She glanced back to see three girls. Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as the three girls gave her the finger. 'Those bitches,' she thought, returning the gesture.
The redhead frowned. She mouthed the words, 'You better watch yourself freak.'
Sango smirked. So she was being labeled a freak already? She mouthed back, 'Bring it.' She then looked back to the front and followed along with the lesson.
~~*~~
~*Gym Class: 10:30am*~
Sango reached the gymnasium and strode to the girls' changing room. She made sure to come a few minutes later than the other girls so she could change. As she tied her gym shoes, she caught a glimpse of someone walking by her row of lockers. She sat up. Confusion settled onto her face. She didn't see anyone. 'Hn, must be my imagination,' she concluded. She returned to tying her shoes.
"My, my. Look what the trash brought in."
Sango glanced back up from her shoes. She seen three girls standing in front of her. She recognized them from her Homeroom class. Her eyebrows furrowed in agitation when she remembered their little 'gift' for her.
"Hello. Can I help you with something?" she asked politely. She stood up from the bench.
Ayame stepped forward, a small smile on her lips. "I need to establish a few things with you. . ." she said softly in a monotone. Her green eyes trailed slowly over Sango. "fresh meat." She finished lightly, as though the two were friends.
"Really? What do we need to establish?" Sango then asked. She tilted her head slightly to the side. She was trying to play the naïve schoolgirl part.
Green eyes locked onto honey brown. A fake smile soon spread across her lips. "You're in my area freak, and I want you to move your. . . belongings out of it."
Sango smirked. "No." she said simply. "Now. . ." she curtsied. ". . .if you will excuse me, I have to finish getting ready for class." She turned back to her opened locker to finish. Ayame's eyes suddenly grew darker. She cupped her palm onto Sango's shoulder. She spun her body back around to face her.
"First rule here, freak, NEVER back talk to me, understand? I'M Queen Bitch in this school and I am NOT gonna let some pathetic freak like you come waltzing in and think that she can talk down to ME, got that?" Sango just narrowed her eyes. Ayame paid no attention to it. "Now that we have that settled, I'm going to tell you one more time to move your Shit away from my area NOW."
"This is my locker, Bitch," Sango protested. She pushed her hand away from her shoulder.
"Fine! If you're not gonna move your nasty stuff, then I will." Ayame grabbed a few of her belongings and threw them to the other side of the changing room. She made to grab for more, but Sango gripped her wrist, turning irate deep honey eyes to smoldering green.
"Don't you DARE touch any of my belongings again, understand, you conceited bitch?" Sango all but snarled.
Ayame's eyes flared. The back of her hand then connected with Sango's cheek. "I don't think you have heard me clearly, freak!!" she sneered. She then moved forward. In alarm, Sango moved her body to dodge the punch she was sure would have hurt like hell. Ayame's hand instead went slamming into the locker behind her. Sango's eyes widened in shock at the situation.
Oh. . .
". . .Shit. . ." Sango finished in a whisper.
Suddenly, Ayame's hands clutched the front of Sango's white tee. Her back was slammed into the lockers. The locks jingled loudly from the impact. It took her a moment to recapture her breath, deep honey eyes staring in deeper shock at Ayame. She put her mouth next to Sango's ear and whispered very quietly, "I will only say this ONCE. I do not want you anywhere near this locker area, got it you little fucker?"
Sango stared at her for a moment. A smirk then flashed onto her lips. "Fuck. You. Ayame."
Ayame growled. She then sent a hard fist into Sango's stomach. She groaned, coughing as she tried to catch her breath. "Don't cross me ever again freak." She said harshly before dropping Sango to the floor.
~~*~~
~*Girls' Washroom*~
Kagome Higurashi entered the washroom. She was full on the intent to fix her makeup and continue on with the rest of her school day. She walked up to one of the vacant pearl white sinks and placed her cosmetic bag down. She frowned in disgust at the sounds of someone vomiting in one of the stalls.
'Gross. I hope she's okay,' she thought. She pulled out a small tube of strawberry pink lip-gloss. She had began to feather her lips when Sango stepped out. She approached the sink beside her. "Hmm. . .Hey, are you all right?" Kagome asked, concerned.
Sango didn't answer. She, instead, twisted on the faucets to her liking. Cupping her hands under the running water, she poured the liquid into her mouth, swished it around for a moment and then spat the remained into the sink. After she cleared the acidic taste from her mouth, she splashed some more against her face. Sango then coughed and swirled her head to the side to look at the confused girl. She has raven black hair that reached to the small of her back, fair skin and beautiful blue-gray eyes. Sango smiled casually at the girl. "I'm fine," she whispered.
"Hmm. . .Are you pregnant?" Kagome then asked.
Sango's cheeks painted themselves a violent red. She shook her head rapidly. What kind of question was that to ask another person that you don't even know? "N—NO!!" Sango answered.
Kagome smiled as she giggled, waving a hand dismissively in the air. "Calm down Baby Boo. I was just asking, that's all."
Sango let out a sigh of relief. Kagome looked back to the mirror to finish applying her makeup. "You know. . .now that I think about it, I never seen you around the school before. Are you new?"
Sango grinned and blew a stray hair from out of her eyes. "It's my first day today," she said. Her grin wavered to a strained smile when she remembered exactly why she was even in the washroom in the first place. ". . .and I'm already skipping Gym."
Kagome smirked. She was oblivious to the strain on her face. "Don't worry about it. I skip Gym, Science, and English. . .sometimes, I'll just skip all my classes, but if I do that, then what's the point of coming to school then?" Her lips curled up into a higher smile as she giggled at her inside joke.
"Oh." Sango said softly. She wasn't really much in the playful mood. "Well, I better go before they lock my things in." Kagome nodded and allowed her to pass. She then turned back and called out for her. Sango glanced back.
"If you ever need a friend, and I know you will in this crazy school. . .my name is Kagome Higurashi."
"I'm Sango Nakamura," she said. With a farewell nod, Sango exited the washroom.
~~*~~
~*Cafeteria: 12:30pm*~
"Houjou-kun! Get away from my fries! You have your own, damn it!" Kagome valiantly tried to save her fries from her greedy friend. She whacked his hand away when he tried again.
"Aw, c'mon Kagome baby. Don't be like that," Houjou teased. He eyed the tray of food hungrily. Then, like a hawk, he snatched a handful of fries right from under her nose. Blue-gray eyes blinked transiently. They then settled into a glare at the sandy haired boy.
"What did I just tell you Houjou? Stop stealing my fries!!" she cried out in exasperation. Kagome then smacked the boy across the arm. He just grinned as he rubbed the abused area. Kagome just rolled her eyes and looked away. She then noticed a young girl across the cafeteria. A smile came to her face.
"Sango-chan! Sango-chan, come sit over here!" she hollered across the room. She waved a hand enthusiastically from her seat. She wanted to make sure Sango would be able to see her. Said girl looked back to where the raven haired girl sat. "Sango-chan, come on!!" Kagome urged on. She smiled even as Sango made her way to them.
"Hello Kagome," she greeted, taking a seat.
"Hello Sango-chan. I want you to meet my boyfriend, Houjou Yoshiro. Houjou--san, this is Sango Nakamura. She's the new girl to Shikon No Tama," Kagome introduced. She picked up a French fry and then dipped it into a small cup of ketchup. She popped it into her mouth. Houjou went back to stealing more fries from his girlfriend's plate. Sango stifled a giggle when Kagome smacked him across the head.
"Stop it now Houjou-kun!" Kagome said.
"But babe. . ."
"No buts!"
He sighed. "Fine. I'll stop stealing your fries. You better be glad that I love you," he said, planting a peck onto her cheek. Kagome blushed and then smiled prettily. Sango sighed. She had the strangest feeling that this was a normal occurrence between the two.
Resting her cheek in her palm, she twiddled the metal fork through her mashed potatoes, making incomprehensible shapes. She suddenly groaned in pain. She curled her left arm around her middle. 'That stupid, conceited, self-centered Bitch!!' she thought miserably. A lunch tray slammed down onto the table. She unconsciously jumped at the surprising movement. She had been caught up in her own little world.
"Oops. Sorry Sango-san. I did not mean to scare you." Kikyou chuckled from where the lunch tray was slammed down.
"It's all right Kikyou-sempai," Sango replied.
She watched as the older teen lowered herself into the plastic seat beside her, crossing her legs in boredom. Sango couldn't help but notice how several males from the table in front of them turned to look at her exposed legs. She'll give it to Kikyou. She could pull off sex appeal without breaking a sweat. Another sharp pain raced through her stomach and she groaned softly. She gritted her teeth for a moment before releasing the breath she unknowingly was holding. 'God, my gut hurts,' she thought, resting her head on her now folded arms.
"Are you okay Sango-chan? You haven't touched your food." Kagome pointed out, pointing the tinges of her fork at the still full tray.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not hungry, that's all." Sango tried to reply cheekily. She hoped that the raven girl couldn't see through her disguise. Yes! It worked!
"Are you still feeling sick Sango-chan?" Kagome then asked, worry in her eyes.
"Um. . ." she stopped when Kagome pressed a hand to her forehead. Sango's cheeks burned a bright pink.
"You don't have a fever, so that's good," Kagome said with a smile. She pulled her hand away from her forehead. Sango inwardly sighed in relief.
"Y-Yeah, um, I guess that is good. S-So would you just like my lunch instead? I don't really like wasting food if I don't have to. You know, um, bad for the environment, hah," she forced out with a halfhearted grin.
"I don't really want it but maybe—"
"I'll take it." Houjou said. He reached over and pulled her lunch tray to the other side of the table. "Thanks."
Kagome shook her head. "You are such a greedy pig Houjou-kun." She laughed at the look he shot her. She then turned her attention back to Sango. "So are you still feeling sick? Because if you are, I can walk you to the Nurse's Office."
Sango shook her head. "No, I'm all right Kagome. I'm all right. Really."
~~*~~
Sango trudged up the stairs to her apartment. She fished for her keys when she reached the door. Upon entry, she noted the lack of shoes by the door. 'Hmm, Auntie and Kohaku haven't come home yet. Good.' She stepped inside. As she removed her shoes, she noticed a white envelope that was lying innocently on the kitchen counter.
She quickly read the note that was enclosed. Her aunt had been gone for a couple of days now and she was due back home tonight. She expected everything to be done by the time she came home. She emptied out the envelope of its cash. 'Hmm, she's giving me money? What for?' She finished reading the rest of the note. She rolled her eyes. 'I should've known. . .'
Shaking her head, Sango stuffed the bills into her pocket and then went to her bedroom.
She closed the door behind her. She threw her bag to the side and switched on her old boom box. She then changed out of her school uniform. She hissed when a quick pain swam through her left side. She grabbed at the area, grimacing at the warmth emitting from it. She pulled open a drawer, retrieving antiseptic creams and clean bandage wraps. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Sango worked at dressing her injuries. Red and purple bruises began to throb hideously. She bit her lower lip continuously, forcing down yelps. A few tears managed to sneak out past her screwed shut eyelids.
Her only living relative was a very harsh woman with a disturbing personality. Her aunt was her mother's younger sister. Ever since her parents had died and she moved in with her aunt, she had been abused periodically.
Finishing the last dressing, Sango made to put away the first-aid items then dressed into a loose fitting tee shirt. She then glanced over to her nightstand where two photos sat.
One was of her parents. She was sitting on her father's shoulders, a wide grin on her face. Her hands were pulling at her father's shoulder-length tresses. Her mother stood at her father's side, her arm wrapped around his waist. Her head was on his shoulder, her raven hair falling around her heart shaped face. She had a huge grin on her face.
Her eyes swept over to the other photo. Tears quickly brimmed and spilt down her cheeks. Stifling back a whimper, she fell back onto her bed. She buried her head into her pillow to keep her loud sobs muffled.
The other was of her parents' funerals with Sango standing to the side, tears falling down her cheeks. Her baby brother was standing to her one side, tears spilling down his cheeks also. Her aunt was standing to her other side, a hand on her trembling shoulder and an evil smirk on her face.
~~*~~
~*Several Hours Later*~
Sango parted heavy eyelids weakly. She was startled lightly at the darkness, but she calmed when she realized she was under the covers. Sango crawled toward her alarm clock as she tried to piece together her scattered mind. Peering into the round face through unfocused deep honey eyes, she suddenly sat up. She moaned softly at the momentary dizziness. Her skull felt like it had been crushed and the rest of her body wasn't fairing too well.
Realizing that it was seven at night and nothing was done, she jumped off the bed. In the process of rushing, she tripped on a bundle blanket and met the floor. She took a moment to moan and curse and then got up to continue in a more careful, albeit panicked rush.
'Aww man!' she thought. She tossed on a bathrobe and bolted out of her bedroom door. In the kitchen, she flipped on the light switch. She walked over to the cabinets and clattered through. She pulled out different pots and pans.
"Nee-san!! Nee-san!! I am HUNGRY!!"
Sango turned her head to the left to see a boy of 5'1 with semi long black-brown hair in a high ponytail and dark brown eyes pouting adorably behind her. He was dressed in his dark blue pajamas. He rubbed sleepily at his right eye. She smiled and turned around. She opened her arms. The dark haired boy smiled at the invitation. He ran into her arms, giggling like a mad man. He wrapped his arms around Sango's waist, burying his face into the soft cotton of the robe. Sango returned the hug.
"Nee-san, I'm hungry. . .Feed me?"
The elder of the two laughed and then leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his nose. "Dinner will be ready soon sweetie," Sango replied with a smile.
Kohaku giggled. He then gave Sango a sweet and innocent peck on her lips. Pulling away, he moved over to the small kitchen table. He took a seat. Once Sango turned away, Kohaku reached over and grabbed an unopened pack of chopsticks. Using his teeth, he tore through the packet and then pulled out the two sticks, separating them in bubbly excitement.
"Kohaku, did you shower before putting on your pajamas?" Sango asked.
"Yes Nee-san~!!" he replied happily. Seconds later, he yawned. He rubbed sleepily at his eyes again. "But I fell to sleep though."
Sango chuckled. "Don't feel so bad about it, Kohaku. I did also," she admitted.
Kohaku smiled, revealing his bright teeth. Sango returned the smile, turning around to fix the plate of spaghetti with a slice of garlic bread. She placed the plate in front of her brother and then turned back to the sink. She dipped her hands into the lukewarm soapy water and began to wash the morning dishes from earlier.
"Nee-san?" The aforementioned girl looked back to her brother, a dark brow raised. She had stopped momentarily in scrubbing some pans. "Can you help me with my homework? There's a couple of math problems that I don't understand."
"Sure Kohaku, I'll help you," she said, a bright smile on her face. "But right after I'm done with the chores, all right?"
"All right Nee-san." Kohaku said. He then piped a loud "Itadakimasu~!!" He then dug into his dinner.
With a smile, Sango then turned back to the sink and resumed to washing the dishes before her aunt was due back home.
~~*~~
~*Later That Night*~
*** 'What's going on?. . .' Deep honey eyes swam torpidly up to the ceiling, fully expecting to see hot pink clashing with black and smudges of cherry red. Instead, she was met with dark, lust filled orbs and an evil smirk dancing across a cruel face. . . ***
Sango jumped out of her sleep. Harsh, ragged breaths pushed in and out of her lungs proficiently. Sweat had her plastered to her sheets and she could feel her heart beating ferociously against her throat. Tears pooled in her eyes as her hands closed around clumps of fabric, her knuckles turning ash white.
"No, no, no, NO. It's been years since that happened. Just. . . just calm down Sango," she berated herself.
But no matter how much she told herself that, images of those dark eyes kept materializing behind her shut eyelids. She pulled her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them in an attempt to calm herself.
*** "P-P-Please. . .NO!! Please d-d-don't do this!! I don't want this!!" she cried out. Wasn't she yelling. She could swear she was yelling, she could hear her voice screaming out that she didn't want this as tyrannical hands held her down, despite her struggling and negative cries. ***
"N-No, no, no, NO!! G-G-Get away f-f-from me!! G-G-Get away!!" she started to stammer out, tears coursing down her perspired covered cheeks. But the image of the dark eyes wouldn't leave her mind's eyes. She started to hyperventilate, her hand immediately going to clench at her chest.
***. . .Dark, lust filled orbs and an evil smirk dancing across a cruel face. . .***
***. . .Dark. . .orbs. . .an evil smirk. . .***
"Nee-san. . ." A sniffle. "Nee-san, wake up. Nee-san, snap out of it!"
Sango snapped out of her nightmarish world. Deep honey eyes lazily swept over the darkness of her bedroom, wondering where the voice had come from. "W-W-Who's t-t-there?" She sniffled. "A-A-Answer me, p-please!" she pleaded, tears still in her eyes.
"Nee-san, it's. . ." A hiccup. ". . .me, Kohaku. Your. . ." Another hiccup. ". . .brother, remember?"
"K-K-Kohaku. . .?" she stuttered out.
Pulling her hand away from her chest, she leaned over onto her side to switch on her nightstand lamp. She settled back onto her bed and tried to look worriedly at her baby brother. "K-Kohaku, what's w-wrong?"
Kohaku sniffled and shook his head. "I'm sorry. . ." Hiccup. ". . .Sango," he said softly. "I. . ." Hiccup. ". . .didn't mean. . ." Hiccup. ". . .to. I. . ."Hiccup. ". . .don't want. . ." Hiccup. ". . .Auntie Reiko. . ." Hiccup. ". . .to find. . ." Hiccup. ". . .out."
Sango sat up further in her bed. Not wanting her brother to cry over something like wetting the bed, she pulled him onto the bed and into her arms. Kohaku was startled at first, but he soon relaxed into the comforting hold and returned the embrace loosely. It was times like this that Kohaku would sometimes forget that his sister was not the same and that she was still the same Sango from when they were younger.
"Shhh. . . K-K-Kohaku, don't c-c-cry. A-A-Auntie Reiko isn't g-g-going to f-f-find out," Sango stuttered reassuringly. She lifted his head by his chin and cupped a wet cheek. "Stop crying b-baby. I'm not mad at you. I-I know you have. . . issues c-c-concerning this," she said gently, the pad of her thumb wiping at the tears that were falling.
Kohaku gave a wet smile and nodded. "Now I w-want you t-to rest, okay? I'll b-be right back, k?"
Kohaku nodded and crawled under the sheets. Sango smiled her approval and then tiptoed out of the room.
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When she entered his bedroom, she worked quickly to remove the soiled sheets and changed them. She hid the dirty ones in the harbor for cleaning. She definitely didn't want their aunt finding out about her brother wetting the bed again.
The last time he did that. . .let's just say that he had to stay in his room for a couple of days in order to let the wounds heal and so no one would question about the bruises. Once the sheets were changed, Sango left to go back to her bedroom—
*** She was sitting on the small couch in front of a table. She was slanted over the table. Her hair was a mess and looked as though it hadn't been brushed in days. Several white lines of what looked like powder were upon a small mirror that laid on the table.
Her index finger was pushed on one side of her nose and she breathed deeply as the straw that was in her other nostril started inhaling the white powder. When she straightened her body, she wiped at her nose.
She looked to the side and stared at the dark haired boy with wide eyes.
"Kohaku. . ." was all she had to say. ***
Sango gasped as she instantly pulled her hand away from the doorknob, her heart beating crazily in her chest. "No. No, I will NOT be caught doing the same thing," she muttered angrily as she stormed away from the bedroom door. 'I will not sink that low. I. . .I made a promise to Kohaku.'
In the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and retrieved two bottles and went back to her brother's bedroom. She set the drinks down onto the floor. She took a seat down by the door and opened one of the sake.
Later into the night, drunk beyond her mind, Sango curled her body into a fetal position and fell asleep, tears staining her cheeks.
~*END OF CHAPTER 01*~
ENDING AN: Hello to everyone in the InuYasha fandom! My name is Fox and this may turn out to be one of the longest author notes, sorry, but I just want to get some things straighten out for everyone so they will know if they want to continue reading this or not.
First off, this is NOT going to be a full blown Yuri. There will be a scene involving girl/girl action (not sex you perverts), but THAT'S IT. Nothing more than that. So please just get this through your thick heads that this will NOT nor will it ever become into just a Yuri fic. If you STILL don't want to read this just because of that, then please, just for your sake and mine, just hit either the backspace button on your keyboard or just go to the left hand corner and hit the back button.
Still here? Good. That means I have some mature readers.
Secondly, this is a HIGH SCHOOL AU. I know, I know, I'm just adding another high school fic to this website, but I can't help but like high school or just plain school fics. They're entertaining. . .as long as they're well written at least. Anyway, they will be going to modern school in Japan. The layout of the school will follow after my old school. So, like I said before, if you have any problems with high school fics, please just hit the back button.
Thirdly, as a warning to EVERYONE, Sango is going to have some real strange psychological issues. Her problem? Oh, I'm not gonna tell you for the next few chapters. Right now, she does have some sort of problem going on, but it'll mostly be done through her dreams I guess you can say. I didn't think it would be very realistic to have it very severe so early in the story.
Fourthly, this story will NOT just focus on the abuse. For the next few chapters, it will kind of, but afterward, it will focus on the development of her relationship with InuYasha. Yes, this is going to be a InuYasha/Sango story but it will not happen willy-nilly like most InuYasha/Sango stories are. There were be other minor pairings that are there just for the plot of the story.
. . .And I think that's about it. So tell me guys, how was this chapter? Did you guys like it? Hate it? Please leave a review and let me know. I don't care how short or long the review is, I'll appreciate them all the same. Even if you guys flame the story for whatever reason, it doesn't matter because it just means that you took the time to actually leave me something. ^_^ Please don't expect any updates to be posted up anytime soon because I have limited usage of the internet at the moment.
Much Love to my Readers,
Fox
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