Lost But Not Forgotten
Sango-sama
Chapter 3: Anxiously Anticipating…

Disclaimer: If I actually owned Inuyasha, do you think I'd be working at a menial summer job at a grocery store? Not on your life.

Author's Notes: La la la. I really do highly enjoy being evil. Really and truly. Who was right? Well…you'll see soon enough. I apologize for the highly extreme lateness of this chapter. I won't lie, there is no real reason for it; I just totally needed a break. And now I'm back (from outer space…. ^_^ ) With new ideas…. ::chuckles madly::

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The sun glistened off of his hair, making the white almost appear to shine as light does when reflecting from the finest blade.

His eyes were amber, with slitted cat-like pupils which stood out sharply against lightly bronzed skin. The tiniest hint of fangs pierced through his widening smile.

Her eyes widened as she pulled in air between the slim space of her lips, gasping sharply as she saw his claws as they brushed alongside his old sword's hilt and over the strap of the odd satchel he was toting on his back.

'He's part youkai.' A voice called from somewhere in the back of her mind. 'A hanyou, almost certainly.'

His appearance was wholly exotic and nonetheless stunningly beautiful. In this sunlight, one could almost even call him picture perfect.

…

Well…at least until he opened his mouth…

…

"Oi, Kagome!" He yelled, peering off to the one side. "She's finally awake!"

It wasn't until then that she heard more footsteps approaching. 'I suppose it isn't him, then.' She frowned, the anxiety of 'discovering' who her betrothed was a second time waging its way upon her again.

A girl about her age rushed in the door, her short green skirt swishing from side to side as she came to a halt. "Sango-chan!" She smiled brightly, rushing to her bedside. "Are you feeling alright?"

"H-hai," she managed politely, assuming that her name was in fact Sango.

"Thank goodness…" Kagome's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight hug. "We were all so worried."

A bit surprised by this show of affection, Sango turned her eyes back to the door. The hanyou had stepped from the doorframe and had turned his now softened eyes onto the girl holding her.

"Feh," he said, not quite masking all of his jovial air in his voice, leaning against the wooden entryway. "No one was as worried as that bouzu."

Atsue sat at the other side of Sango's futon grinding dried herbs down into a fine powder, a puzzled look on her face. "Pardon me for asking, but where is the other young man?" She could quite keep a conspiratorial smile from her face.

"Oh…" Kagome placed a fingertip at her lip as she grinned back at the elder Miko. "Miroku-sama stopped for something in a town a short way from here. He sent us on ahead in case she would wake up." She turned to Sango, grin still shining brightly. "He'll be quite happy to see you awake, I'm sure!"

'His name is Miroku, then.' Sango suddenly found the way that she was twisting her fingers together fascinating, feeling a rosy hue tinting her cheeks.

"He'll be coming along soon then?" Atsue prompted, turning back to her grinding.

Kagome nodded. "I was going to head down to the onsen…but since you're awake, Sango, would you like to come with?" Her head was tilted in question, a hand proffered down to help her to her feet.

"I suppose," Sango murmured, allowing herself to smile back and she took Kagome's hand.

"We'll be back in a short while, Atsue-sama." Kagome called as she tugged a rather shocked Sango out the door. "Inuyasha, Shippou , please wait here for us."

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With a sigh of relief, Sango slid in the water and let her towel slip onto the rocky shore. She couldn't remember much at all, but she certainly remembered the delicious feel of the steamy water on her skin.

Kagome slipped into the water beside her, smiling as she savored the warmth and her eyes slid close. "How are you feeling now?"

"Much better, Kagome-san."

"San?" Kagome muttered to herself, her now wide eyes staring at the Taiji-ya. "'San,' Sango-chan?"

Sango smiled sheepishly, "I am afraid I can't remember much at all right now."

"Oh dear…Sango, I'm sorry." Kagome whispered. "What can you remember, then?"

"Not much, honestly. I can remember how to do things, like walking and eating. How things feel and all. But people…" She shook her head, the frustration rising to the surface again. "I can't remember people."

"But you called me by my name…"

"The hanyou called you Kagome."

"Oh…" she nodded, if a bit sadly. Her frown deepened, as realization struck.

"Then you don't remember Miroku?"

Sango shifted uncomfortably, blushing a little under the sudden scrutiny. "No…"

Kagome stared, dumbfounded. "Oh…dear…"