A/N: Here is the prologue for a story I've been wanting to write for some time now. The main focus will be towards my two favorite female characters—Sango and Kikyou. Though, all characters have their part. Reviews are welcomed and encouraged! I'd really like to know what you all think of my work. :)
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Sango set her pen down after spending the last hour scribbling away like mad. Shuffling her papers, putting them in order, she slipped them neatly into a manila folder and filed away her school supplies, tucking them into her dark grey messenger bag. "Finally finished," the young woman said with a sound of accomplishment in her voice. "Hey Kohaku, how's your homework coming along?" The twenty year old swept her soft brown hair up into a high pony tail, tying it with a hair tie from around her wrist, walking out into the kitchen where a freckle-faced boy sat at the table, chewing on the end of his pen and looking utterly lost.
"Sis, I can't figure this out." Kohaku whined, setting the pen down and pushing the paper over towards her. "Ms. Tanaka is giving us pre-algebra work again, and I just don't get it!" He was beginning to feel quite inferior to his class mates, and falling behind in almost every subject—except English, that is. Kohaku seemed to have an ambitious talent for writing, and he loved to read.
Sango took the paper and looked over the work, then sat down to help him. She was fairly good in all her subjects—she had to be, if she wanted to get into a better school. "All you need to do is—" She was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing, buzzing rather wildly in her pocket. Without looking at the caller ID she flipped it open and answered, "Hello?"
"Sango! Where the hell are you, huh? You're late again!" This was the rather angry voice of Inuyasha, the step-in leader of their street gang. Things were rough in Tokyo, and it was up to them to make sure the crime didn't get too bad—of course, they were not the only gang in the surrounding area. This was the double life of Sango Tsukada; a college student, part time mom… and street gang member.
"Oh, hold on a second," she held up a finger to her lips, which Kohaku knew meant to remain silent as she walked out of the room and up the stairs to talk. "Sorry, Inuyasha. I had some business to take care of. I'll be there soon, okay?"
An irritated growl came from the hanyou before he said, "Fine, but make it fast." Sango could hear him grumble something under his breath, but decided not to comment on it, mumbling a quick good bye before hanging up.
The young woman quickly got into the shower, changed into a pair of nice fitting dark grey jeans, a black tee shirt and her worn-down, beaten up leather jacket. She pulled on a pair of canvas shoes and headed downstairs after brushing her teeth. Kohaku knew about her involvement in a street gang, but not the extent of what she did, exactly. "Sorry to rush out on you like this, Kohaku.. Are you gonna be alright by yourself for a few hours? It's too short of notice to call Lisa to babysit." With a nod from her younger brother, Sango kissed his forehead, smiling at the way he blushed and hurried towards the door—grabbing her key on the way. "Just leave your homework on the table—do what you can and I'll finish the rest for you when I get home. Don't use the stove! Leftovers are in the fridge!" And out she went, leaving the fourteen year old to fend for himself.
Sango pressed the button for the elevator, but after a minute and a half of waiting, she just shook her head and decided to take the stairs.
This is how things were now that she was on her own. Her mother had passed away in a car accident shortly after Kohaku's second birthday, and just about four years prior hr father had been gunned down in a random drive-by shooting. Things had gone downhill ever since. Sango had filed for emancipated youth, gotten two jobs, dropped out of school, got her GED and found an apartment for her and her brother to live in. The gang has been there for her as much as they could, but it was not in her pride to sulk around them. None of them knew about Kohaku, or her being in school. They knew she had a job, or two, but no one questioned her personal life and she never shared anything, either. This was her life, and even if it was not the best, she was content with it. At least it was hers. And no one would ever take that from her.