Kagome's week wasn't the best. Sango and Kikyou could only do so much to keep her hopes up. Kagura didn't understand, Kagome acted as if she were the one who was dumped. The ice cream parlor was pretty empty today. Probably because it was a Tuesday. Tuesdays were usually like this.

"After I'm done wiping down the tables we can go back to my place and do homework together." Sango stated giving Kagome a warm smile.

"Only you would think of homework as a comfort." Dry words from the dry heart of Kagura.

She leaned over and whispered something into Kagome's ear. Sango narrowed her eyes and restrained her urge from shoving the dirty towel down that girl's throat. Kagura was a recent friend of Kagome. Sango didn't approve of her. She spoke to Kagome about her; however, she ignored the advice while arguing that everyone needed a friend. To which Sango argued; it's okay to be friendly with people but to be friends with them is a whole other level of intimacy that shouldn't be shared with just anyone, however this was her opinion. Which, was heard, but readily rejected by a soft smile. It's harder to shoot when one is so hopeful.

"Let's go vandalize his house, I know a guy. We could easily get tools." Kagura suggested as she stood from her stool.

"That's illegal, we could put his poster on the wall and throw things it, like knives. Or make a voodoo doll with his face on it, and stab it with knives." Kikyou suggested as she cracked her knuckles. Kagome laughed nervously and looked over at Sango for help.

"Or we could actually accomplish something in life. The best way to move on is to move forward." Sango stated as she placed the towel on the counter. She eyed the troublemakers.

"Let's not let our future slip due to a situation." She exchanged glanced with her dear friend.

"School is still important."

Kagome hasn't been doing so well on her assignments lately. Sango was worried. Kagome was acting out of her element.

"I agree. Let's do some work. I think I need help when it comes to math." She sighed as she stood up alongside Kagura. Sango clasped her hands together signifying her agreeance and readiness to go. She put back the cleaning items and told her manager she was leaving.

Afterwards they found themselves at Sango's house. A modest home. Her room, cozy. Book bags notebooks papers and pencils were spread about the floor.

Kagura couldn't believe they were actually studying.

Kikyou couldn't believe the necessity of comprehending any kind of chemistry formulas.

Sango couldn't believe Kagome was really that bad at math.

Kagome couldn't believe she was ever going to be able pass this upcoming test.

"Look you have to go back to order of operations with these equations. That's why all your answers are horridly wrong." Sango stated whilst rubbing her temples.

"Ah, yeah. I forgot. Inuyasha usually helps me with these kinds of problems." Kagome said whilst rubbing the back of her head.

Silence.

Stares.

Pens dropped. "Don't you have a D in that class?" Kikyou asked steadily confused.

"No, a C. I'd be failing though if it weren't for him." Kagome replied. Kagura snickered then rolled over, laughing uncontrollably.

"Put your brains together and you end up with a C?" she asked in between laughs. Kagome didn't answer she crossed her arms and stared in contempt. She really did try. This side of her brain just didn't comprehend any of this. Give her a paper. She can do it. Give her a history test. Nails it. Art classes? No problem. These things make sense. These calculations? Not so much.

Sango suddenly stood up over a now startled Kagome. "Higurashi Kagome!"

"YES?"

"You will have to be independent!"

"But I live with my mom…"

Sango sneered and in one thrust motion she pulled Kagome up by the collar. Who is now slightly terrified.

"Be independent mentally! When you leave it will only get worse. Love yourself now!"

"Okay!" Kagome shouted back. Sango began to cry. She dropped Kagome gently. Wiped her eyes. Picked up her pencil and paper. Sat down and continued her work.

Kagura was meaning to say something sarcastic and cruel however nothing came to mind. She feared the sanity of Sango for a moment.

Work was accomplished that day.

A few months later, Kagome found herself in a good mood. She didn't know why. She didn't need to know. It was like her body was tired of being tired and began rushing serotonin throughout the system. A phone call came in.

"Yes?" She sung as she hopped down the stairs.

"Girls weekend!" a familiar voice said.

"Sango?" Kagome asked.

"Kagura's parents are opening the beach house! Let's go!"

She didn't know how to respond.

"We could stay there for a weekend! I think it's a private beach!"

"Since when did you and Kagura get along?"

"Ugh! We don't. She was bragging. I took up the offer." Sango cheered. "The ocean is calling."

Kagome couldn't help but laugh. She looked around there room and made her decision "I'll talk to mom about it and call you back. Text me the details."

"Roger that."

Click.

Kagome slipped out of her room down the hall pass Souta's room and knocked on her mom's door.

"Yes?" her mom sighed. Kagome swallowed as she slowly peeked in the room.

"How are you?"

"What do you want?" she asked whilst folding her clothes. Kagome sat beside her on the bed and began helping her fold the clothes.

"Rough day?" she asked as she tried to find a way to ease in her question. Her mom sighed then turned and looked at her daughter.

"Thank you for being Kagome." She said giving her a smile then went back to folding her clothes. Kagome wasn't sure how to respond. This was out of her mom's character.

"Mom…are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just grateful. Your grandpa is moving in with us again and this time it's going to be permanent."

Kagome smiled and clasped her hands together, "That's wonderful." She missed that man. He was the one who always cheered her up when she was down. Encouraged her and corrected her.

"Yes, well can you tell Souta he'll be sharing his room with him now?" Her mother said as she quickly got up and began placing the clothes within her drawer appearing as if this were now the most important thing in the world. Kagome's face lowered.

"Eh? Me?" She knew this would absolutely devastate him. He was just recently given that room, their mom needed a new office, and it was already about to be taken away. Kagome sighed when she realized how much she was buttered up. She slid herself off the bed and headed for Souta's room. Better to tear down his dreams now than later.

"Ah!" Souta shouted as he watched his beloved character fall into the hole of abyss.

"How does it feel to suck in every way?" Kohaku teased as he zoomed pass him.

Souta began to rapidly press buttons doing his best to resuscitate before time ran out.

"Hah! I will eat your soul!" Souta shouted as he got back in the game. Some vulgar words were exchanged between the two. Kagome figured her bad news could wait.

"Victory is mine!" Souta shouted as he stood and dropped the controller. He began to dance. It was a strange dance. Rhythm seemed foreign to him.

"Let's go again! You're not that great." Kohaku grumbled as he went back to the menu choosing a different level.

"Sure what else can I beat you in?" Souta's smug face was soon to be wiped off.

"It's great to share, isn't it?" Kagome said as she leaned forward on the bed closer to her brother's face. The boys jumped. Neither knew she was in the room. Kohaku stayed frazzled as his heart realized the closeness of her face.

Souta backed up and turned to face her completely. "What are you doing?"

Kagome kept her smile, "I'm just saying how nice it is to be sharing something as great as your game with your best friend; who is almost like family."

Kohaku's heart fell and hugged the stomach for closure. Family?

"What are you saying to me?" He could tell she was sugar coating something. He searched through the deceit thoroughly. He was going to lose something…he just wasn't sure what.

Kagome tried her best to act like she was merely suggesting something. "You know. Sharing is caring. And who better to share things with than the person you love?"

Souta's eyes widened. Realization came upon him. "We're sharing a room again?" he exclaimed.

"Lucky." Kohaku stated now looking towards the gaming system.

Stares.

Cough. "This system is newer than mine." Nervous laughter and a slap on Souta's shoulder. "You're lucky." This pathetic save was followed by more nervous laughter. Charisma never knew him, though he longed for it.

Kagome looked back at Souta, "No not me. But think about it was it really that bad?"

"Grandpa?" Souta asked a little confused.

Kagome sighed, "Yes!" she inched back towards the door.

Souta's little face swelled up with disappointment. He just recently organized his room the way he wanted it. His eyes looked around the room as if he were already accepting his fate and saying goodbye to all his things. Goodbye to his posters. Goodbye to his trophies. Goodbye to the good smell. It was soon to be bland and smell like moth balls. Souta shivered. Kohaku slapped his back as if to cheer him up.

Kagome apologized then slipped out the room on to her mothers. Souta was too sweet.

"How did it go?" Her mother asked. Kagome sat beside her on the bed.

"You owe me." She stated as she grabbed a magazine from the nightstand.

"That bad? What would you like?"

"A weekend with my friends."

"All girls?"

"Yes."

"Okay, have fun. Take pictures. Don't drink. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Her mother stated whilst rubbing her daughters back.

Kagome pulled away playfully, "What haven't you done?"

Her mother grabbed a pillow and threw it at her, "Don't make me beat you."

Kagome laughed and ran out the room. Her mom didn't joke too much anything more said and she would've had a lecture and a beating. The beating is to firmly keep the lecture in place.

Kagome rushed off to her room and began to pack her things. Despite Souta's heartbreaking disappointment, today was a good day.

Then came the phone call.

A/N: Thanks for the patience. It shouldn't have taken so long to post another chapter. Please review. This is going to be a two part chapter. I rather not write awfully long chapters. I find those to be eye sores. A nice way of not outright saying, "I'm too lazy."