Disclaimer: … anyone know what that that means? Well I do. And that's ALL you need to know.

I'm running out of disclaimers… anyways. I'm really upset with myself right now… my chapters are getting shorter! Ugh, well I'm working on that. By the time you're reading this it will have been a while since I updated last, and I'm sorry for that to. Forgive me? Onegai? Arigato! (I don't care if you forgave me or not there) Haha.

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Repetitive.

Ever heard of it? That's what was going on in the dorm room of Sango, Ayame and Kagome. First, unknown to her friends, Kagome was experiencing an emotional breakdown. She had held back all her emotions and cried inside for so long, she cried every night. Every, single, night.

Ayame was starting to get very worried, Sango tried her best but there was no way either of them could understand what she went through when Hiten's fist collided with hr face. The painfully familiar sting of being injured for nothing, something she knew all-too well. Her eyes were always watering, may there be rivers cascading down her soft apricot cheeks, or small pellets of crystal forming in the corners of the warm chocolate, they were always damp.

Her pillow had permanent dark circles on it; her lips became dry from the lack of lingo and her bangs draped over her leaking eyes so the midnight curtain would hide the grief.

Sango balled her hands into fists and almost drew blood once or twice with her long fingernails, all because Kagome refused, refused to talk or explain on paper even. Writing, mouthing, saying, nothing. She just walked around campus going to her dorm or back and forth to classes, always staring down at the ground, never speaking to anyone who addressed her. She didn't even look up, just kept walking, not noticing her soul's left her behind.

She didn't even speak to her brother, which left him heartbroken, her silence lingered in the minds of all her friends and he was too wrapped up in thought that she didn't even notice.

Second, Ayame explained why she had been spending so much time with Kouga, it turns out that she's being transferred to another school and that caused more tears in dorm 806C. Now she was losing another good friend, Sango as well. Sango tried to comfort Kagome while she tried to comfort her as well. Nothing could help, and nothing did, things just got worse.

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Miroku looked at Sango and Ayame sitting together chatting talking about Ayame's move, and Kagome's drastic change, Sango looked as if she was on the verge of tears again. Kagome just sat a few feet away from Sango, elbows on the concrete table in front of her and her head resting in her hands.

A low sigh escaped his chest and he leaned his back against the thick bark of the large tree in the schoolyard. He glanced at his companion and closed his eyes for a brief second while sighing again.

Inuyasha held his head towards the grass but was looking at the three friends through his platinum bangs. The tawny orbs falling on the silenced girl to the right of the 'duo' and he closed his eyes and sighed as well. Miroku looked at him curiously, thinking that he might be able to get some information out of the boy.

"What do you think happened?"

"How the hell should I know?" He answered swiftly, without missing a beat.

"Well, maybe her diary had something in it, perhaps?"

"Maybe…"

"This isn't going to get any better unless you tell me, or Sango, or even Ayame! We're all worried."

"Well isn't it obvious! She clamed up because Hiten had to be a jackass!"

"That's the logical explanation. But we still don't know why she took it so hard."

"Yeah…"

I'm sorry… I couldn't stop him in time. That bastard's gonna pay!

A look of abhorrence spread across his features and a low rumbling sound from his throat.

"What are you thinking about…?" Miroku asked him with one eyebrow raised.

"Common Miroku, we're gonna go find Hiten."

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They searched the school until they found the two Hikari brothers (That's light in Japanese); they were at their wall as usual, harping on about something stupid that happened. When Manten saw the two he quickly informed his elder brother and extended a finger in their direction. Hiten whipped around and smirked at the teens with amusement in his blood red orbs.

"Hey, Manten. The mutt and the hentai have come to yell at us."

The other boys' eyebrows lowered and their eyes narrowed, looks of revenge driven souls reflected off their features.

"Shut up Hiten!" Inuyasha growled. Literally, growled…

Miroku remained calm, somewhat, and proceeded with interrogating the offender.

"Why did you do that to Kagome?"

The older Hikari sibling smirked and laughed slightly at the 'idiotic' question.

"Heh, cause no one does that to me and gets away with it."

"You bastard," (Guess who-o!) "Don't play stupid, we know what you wanted and just because she defended herself doesn't mean she deserves that!"

"And how would you know? It seems to me she was well deserving of that punishment."

"Damn you,"

Now Miroku took a step forward and balled his hands into fists as well.

"Hiten, that's low, I doubt even Kikyou would go for the likes of you."

"And that's saying something."

"Kagome did nothing to you but got away. You might want to find some lower scum to track down if you want them to stay."

"I hear the lunch ladies need a date for the holiday dance next week, maybe you should look them up."

Manten's eyes widened the insults directed at his brother, who was practically crushing his fingers in his fists and wearing down his teeth from the grinding.

"You have the nerve,"

"How about you shut your yap and find something productive to do with your life!"

"How about you shut up dogface! I can do whatever I want to your precious girlfriend!"

Miroku glanced over at Inuyasha, who didn't say a word, he was too focused on keeping his growl low and giving Hiten a death-glare.

"Why you,"

"I've got better things to do than deal with you. Let's go Manten." With that, the turned and stalked off, leaving the two teenagers even more pissed off than when they came. Inuyasha started to go after him but Miroku's hand on his shoulder signaled him to stop. A sigh flew out of him and he turned on his heal and walked back towards the place they left the girls.

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What's wrong with me? What did I do to deserve all this pain? Is it because of who I am? I can't help it! It's just me! I can't change just like that! I can't just become a completely different person! They would notice… or would they? Do any of them really care? Who knows…?

Kagome buried her face in her hands and supported them with her elbows on the table. Her shoulders slumped forward and her back arched. Shimmering liquid welted up in her palms, and came crashing to the concrete with a small thud. Short, small, silent sobs jerked her body and she bit her lip ordering herself to stop.

She felt something that made her head slowly lean up to it's right position, her skin stained with tears. Her dark chocolate orbs locked with two golden ones. His face holding a strange glow, something she never saw before… What did her 'old friends' call it… remorse, pity… sympathy? She looked at him warily; not wanting to think there was anything to that look. After all, no one had ever been friends before too long… why start now?

"Kagome, I know it hurts, but, please just say something."

She shook her head and reburied her face in her hands, not wanting to hurt him.

"But have you noticed what it's doing to Sango and Ayame?"

Her eyes widened in her hands and she jerked up her head to see the depressing scene.

Sango was resting her head on Miroku's shoulder, sobbing into it. He had one arm around her and the other, the right, in his pocket. His face had lost all traces of perverseness, and was replaced with a more comforting Miroku.

Ayame had her face buried into the crook of her boyfriend's neck. He had both arms wrapped comfortably around her and leaned his head to rest on hers. His fingers ran gently up and down her back in a calming motion and his eyes were closed. He was trying so hard to calm her down and answer all her questions but he couldn't. There was no way he could even begin to explain it, not even Kagome herself could.

A burst of guilt coiled up inside her abdomen and she let her face fall downward, so she wasn't looking at anything but her hands in her lap. An arm casually wrapped around her shoulders and words filled her ears. Those two words could mean the world:

"It's okay,"

More tears started to for in her eyes as she clenched up and leaned into the consoling embrace, sobbing into his chest. He enveloped his other arm around her and tightened his grip, resting his chin in her raven hair. He ran one hand through the darkness and smoothed it out across her back, in a soothing motion.

"Don't worry, everything's going to be alright."

He does care...

She nodded in the material of his shirt and whispered so softly only he would hear.

"How do you know?" She looked up at him with big bronze eyes, wanting an answer.

He half smiled and half smirked before answering:

"Trust me,"

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Hey! It's that long enough for ya! It's not my longest, but it's pretty long for what I've been doing lately… Whoa… I really like this chapter!

Note: Just because Kagome asked him how her knew doesn't mean she's talking again! ;)

Thanks for understanding Kikyo'sExterminator, I really appreciate that. I needed this logic for my story to work; the climax has yet to come!

Haha, I bet half of you thought that Hiten hitting Kagome WAS the climax! Nope! Haha, well, you'll just have to wait and see, okay?

Ja-ne!

-Yura