A/N: Hey! I'm new here, so go easy on me. Hope you enjoy the fic!

'The fire seemed so warm, so comforting, so welcoming……'

Sango clutched her wool blanket tighter, aware of the chill that settled in her apartment. The small flames licked at the logs, yet Sango willed herself to imagine that instead of a small fire, she had a warm, big fire. She shivered as a breeze passed through her.

Christmas had been especially cruel this year. The cold weather started early, near the beginning of October, so that she had been so wound up with finding a way to keep her apartment warmer that she had no time to get herself a gift. Apparently, she did not find a way to keep her apartment warm anyways, so it had been a waste of time.

Sango now wished more than ever that there was a pair of warm, strong arms encircling her. She had always been a fan of sappy romance, and was a hopeless romantic herself. She always imagined her guy to be handsome but cute, sophisticated yet innocent, rough but tender……the list went on. She doubted that there was a kind of guy like that out there, so she would try and get the best she could. In this stage, anyway.

Memories washed over Sango. The happy family gatherings, the mistletoe (sp?), and most of all, the gifts. Getting gifts was the best part of Christmas, according to Sango, as a child. This year, and the past few years, she did not get many gifts, or no gifts of all. Very few friends visited her, and there was no one who wanted to kiss her. She couldn't afford mistletoe on her tight budget anyways.

As Sango pondered deep in thought, she didn't notice the flame go out. The darkness came as a surprise to her, since she had been afraid of the dark when she was a child. Wounding her blanket tighter around herself, she tiptoed to her bed, afraid that the neighbors would complain, and lay down, curling up in a fetal position, hoping to gather warmth. Soon, the gentle whispers of wind lulled her to sleep.

'I wish there was some one to love me……'

.oOo.

"Inuyasha!" A high pitched voice shrieked. Inuyasha's ears instantly flattened against his skull. Why did the wench have to scream that loud? His ears hurt.

"Inuyasha" The same voice shrieked again, belonging to Kagome Higurashi. Inuyasha sighed impatiently.

"Look, stupid girl, I'm not your date! Now get lost before I do something that I will regret!" Inuyasha yelled, obviously annoyed. This Kagome girl had been on his nerves ever since the party started, claiming that he was her date. 'Why did mom and dad have to have this party again?' Inuyasha whined mentally.

Inuyasha belonged to a rich family, with his dad, InuTaisho, owning the largest company in Japan, the Taisho Co. He had a half brother, Sesshomaru, who was older that him, and was as cold as stone.

"What are you doing here, Inuyasha?" His mother, Izaiyo, questioned. Izaiyo was extremely beautiful and graceful, considering that she was a middle aged woman. Inuyasha shrugged.

"Some bitch was getting on my nerves." Inuyasha retorted, brushing away his mother's hand. Izaiyo frowned.

"Watch your language, Inuyasha." She scolded. Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

"Mom, I'm a adult now. You don't have to scold me anymore!" He whined. It was true, after all, he had turned 18 in June. Izaiyo gave him a small smile.

"My boy has finally grown up hasn't he?" She noted, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. Inuyasha blushed bright red.

"Mom!" He complained, used to being called mama's boy ever since elementary. Izaiyo sighed.

"Fine, fine. Just have a great time, OK, honey?" Izaiyo requested. Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

"I will, mom! Stop pestering me!"

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