OMG! First chapter my new fanficcie! Yay! I've been waiting to do this for so long! This is going to be good!

Note: I am going to work on both this story and Slipping in Sweet Sickness, k? Just because I'm writing this story, doesn't mean I'm going to stop with the other one, OK?

BUT...

I won't be working on Slipping in Sweet Sickness for about a week...please don't get mad at me for it. I'm working on this so I can get rid of my artist's block, so I can make Slipping in Sweet Sickness better, OK? Hope you're all fine and chillen with that. XD

Disclaimer: Neither Evanescence's 'My Immortality' or Inu-Yasha belongs to me!

I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

'Cause your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone

...These wounds won't seem to heal

...The pain's just too real

...There's just too much that time cannot erase

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Tears blurred her once normal vision as Sango watched Miroku pack all his stuff. She was wearing an old, tattered white dress and her hands and feet were wrapped in creamy bandages like a mummy. The tears silently drove down her cheeks and hit the floor below. Miroku continued on packing, even though Sango was begging for him to stop.

"Miroku, please!" Sango cried pleadingly, tugging on his arm. "Please don't leave me! I know I'm not good enough for you, but just give me another chance! I swear that I can get better!" The man didn't say a word. He merely acted if she wasn't there and went on with his packing. The look on Miroku's face was expressionless; his eyes seemed drained of all life. He almost looked like that his best friend had just died, as if nothing in the world would be good again. Like he would never feel a trickle of happiness ever again. Soon he was done packing his stuff and he trudged through the door, still ignoring Sango's begs.

"No Miroku!" Sango pleaded on. She wrapped her arms around his torso and dug her face into his chest, still crying, even as he walked on. Soon they came to a bus stop. By the time they were there, Miroku's shirt was soaked with tears, but still he acted as if nothing was going on.

"Miroku..." the girl muttered, the tears starting to fade away. She had cried her eyes dry. "Don't leave..."

Miroku went on ignoring her. He stayed completely motionless, except for when he checked his watch for the time. Sango looked up at him, the tears that had once been her eyes gone. She glared at him angrily and growled. Even though, inside, she was still crying.

"I guess this is it then? If you're just going to keep on ignoring me, fine!" Sango shouted at the top of her lungs. She stomped off back towards the direction of her house. When the girl dared to look back, she saw that Miroku still looked expressionless. Sniffling and trying to keep the tears out of her eyes, Sango continued on.

'Why did he leave me?' she thought sadly, walking along a side curb so her feet never touched the rugged road below. 'What did I do wrong? I know that I was much poorer than he was but, I know Miroku. He wouldn't leave me just because I wasn't as rich as he is. Something...I've got to find out. Well...' Sango looked back at the train station, which was quite a bit distance away. The girl sighed sadly and sat down on the soft grass. She laid down on it, spreading her arms and legs far apart. 'Now these questions shall never be answered. I know that.'

She thought about this, gazing at the fluffy clouds above her as they crossed the abnormally blue sky. They seemed to cross slower than usual. In fact, everything now seemed a bit out of order. The normally fluffy clouds didn't seem as fluffy as they used to. The abnormally blue sky didn't seem as blue as it used to. Sango stared at the sky intensely, the tears coming back. She closed her eyes for a moment but quickly opened them. Now Miroku was going to haunt her usually pleasant dreams. Sango always had nice dreams, but now that he was gone, it might all change. She used to be captivated by his resonating light...but now it would all change. He was gone. By now, Sango's ears were ringing for some reason. When she carefully listened, it was Miroku's voice.

"Damnit," Sango mumbled, sitting back up. She sighed again and brought her knees close to her so they were against her chin. The girl wrapped her arms around them and looked down at the train station. The train was still not there yet, and she could still see Miroku standing there, waiting for it. Sango could feel her mind going crazy, but she shook her head to get the thoughts out of it. "God. That man is going to drive all the insanity out of me." The girl thought that there was no reason to linger here, mourning over her lost love, so she got up and started to walk away. But before she could, the girl felt a hand grab her shoulder.

Sango panicked for a second or two, thinking it was a mugger, but when she turned around, she was proved completely wrong.

It was...

"Miroku!" Sango cried happily, tears of now happiness flowing down her face. She jumped at him and gave him a bone-crushing hug. Miroku smiled his warm smile and hugged her back tightly. The two enjoyed their happy moment for what felt like an eternity. But, after a while, they let go of each other. Sango noticed that Miroku was wearing tattered old clothes like hers, but she made no fuss over it.

"Miroku, you came back for me," Sango said quietly, still giving a huge grin. Miroku's blue eyes gazed into hers.

"I'm sorry that I was going to leave you," he apologized in a voice that was almost as quiet as Sango's. "I don't know what got into me. I'm so sorry. Can you please forigve me, my love?"

Sango's tears of joy over flowed; even more than the sad ones did. "Yes Miroku. And all that matters now are that we're back together." Small tears of his own joy shined at the corner of Miroku's eyes as he embraced his lover once more in the same tight hug.

"I love you Sango."

"I love you Miroku."

The two lovers, hand in hand, walked down to the train station to pick up Miroku's stuff so they could finally go home. Miroku got his suitcases and apologized again. Sango smiled and said that he should stop apologizing.

"Heh," Miroku chuckled a bit. "I guess your right. But I'm still apologizing."

Sango rolled her eyes, but in a playful manner. "Whatever. Let's go home."

Miroku smiled and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. Sango happily returned. They later parted and started their way home.

Behind them, the train that Miroku was on was collided with another train. They were twisted up all together. And in the mess, there was a lonely newspaper. On the visible page, there was a picture of a woman and there a huge and bold headline above it that read,

"16-YEAR OLD SANGO TAIJIYA DIED IN CAR CRASH TWO WEEKS AGO"

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When you cried I wiped away all of your tears

When you screamed I fought away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have

All of me

WOOT! I AM SO PROUD OF THIS! wheeeee -spins around quickly for a moment and then falls over on the ground- Yesh! I loved this one! I can't wait to go on with this! YAYYYY!!! Pretty please comment on this! PLEEEEASE!!!!! (oh, and no flames please)

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