Disclaimers: Blah blah blah. You know who I do and don't own, don't you?
HINT: My name is NOT Rumiko Takahashi. This is going to be a bit confusing
to read. I'm not sure how to do this. After this chapter, I'm going to
write the same thing twice each chapter, once in Kagome's POV, and once in
Sango's POV. And maybe in someone else's POV. That won't happen often, if
it does at all.
KAGOME'S DIARY
Dear Diary,
I don't understand why Sango hates Mom and me so much. She's so cold, and she never looks us in the eye. I've seen her at school a lot, she's in my grade, and she hangs out with the local pervert, Miroku. I wish she'd give us a chance, like Kohaku did. I guess I can see where she's coming from. But, still, I don't think that she should judge us so quickly, without even talking to us. G2g.
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Kagome closed her diary. It was somewhere around eight at night, and she was expecting to be called for dinner soon. She knew Sango was in her room, because she heard Kohaku, her new step-brother, asking for his sister. Kagome didn't want to eavesdrop, but she heard Sango and Kohaku's discussion, anyway. Sango was apparently upset, and said that she was thinking about their mother. Kohaku asked if she could help with is math homework, and after that, Kagome just zoned out.
"Hey, Kagome! Mom says to call you for dinner!" Souta said from the other side of her door.
"Coming, Souta." Kagome replied.
~*~
Kagome slowly walked downstairs, and saw that Sango and Kohaku weren't down yet. She took her seat, across from Souta, ensuring that Sango (since Kohaku always sat with Souta) was sitting next to her.
"Kagome, dear. Could you help me set the table?" Sanako asked.
"Sure Mom." Kagome said.
~*~
The table was set, and Sango and Kohaku had just come down. As expected, Kohaku took the seat next to Souta, leaving Sango with only one option.
"I don't feel well, Father. May I skip dinner and go to bed?" Sango asked.
"Or maybe two." Kagome thought grimly.
"I don't think it's wise to skip dinner. Eat, and then you may go to bed." Her father replied.
Kagome knew exactly what Sango was up to. She was trying to get out of sitting next to her. She was hurt, to say the least. Did Sango really hate her that much?
As Sango sat down, she glared at Kagome, who resisted the urge to run crying out of the room.
"Sango?" She asked, cautiously.
"What?" Sango's answer was rude and cold, like everything she said to them lately.
"Why do you hate us so much?" Kagome asked, hurt by Sango's coldness.
"None of your business." Was Sango's reply.
Sango finished her dinner, and ran up to her room, leaving Kagome stunned.
"Thank you for dinner, Mom." Kagome said, running upstairs to her room.
~*~
Kagome sat in her room, and listened as Sango put on a Black Sabbath CD. They were one of her least favorite bands. Ozzy Osbourne scared her, and she wasn't really into that kind of music, anyway. Instead of going to the next room and asking Sango to turn it off, which would be rude, she got out her portable CD player, and put on a BoA CD. Much better.
Ending notes: Well? Kagome's version ain't great, deal with it. And, yes, this is just the first chapter, only revolving around Kagome.
KAGOME'S DIARY
Dear Diary,
I don't understand why Sango hates Mom and me so much. She's so cold, and she never looks us in the eye. I've seen her at school a lot, she's in my grade, and she hangs out with the local pervert, Miroku. I wish she'd give us a chance, like Kohaku did. I guess I can see where she's coming from. But, still, I don't think that she should judge us so quickly, without even talking to us. G2g.
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Kagome closed her diary. It was somewhere around eight at night, and she was expecting to be called for dinner soon. She knew Sango was in her room, because she heard Kohaku, her new step-brother, asking for his sister. Kagome didn't want to eavesdrop, but she heard Sango and Kohaku's discussion, anyway. Sango was apparently upset, and said that she was thinking about their mother. Kohaku asked if she could help with is math homework, and after that, Kagome just zoned out.
"Hey, Kagome! Mom says to call you for dinner!" Souta said from the other side of her door.
"Coming, Souta." Kagome replied.
~*~
Kagome slowly walked downstairs, and saw that Sango and Kohaku weren't down yet. She took her seat, across from Souta, ensuring that Sango (since Kohaku always sat with Souta) was sitting next to her.
"Kagome, dear. Could you help me set the table?" Sanako asked.
"Sure Mom." Kagome said.
~*~
The table was set, and Sango and Kohaku had just come down. As expected, Kohaku took the seat next to Souta, leaving Sango with only one option.
"I don't feel well, Father. May I skip dinner and go to bed?" Sango asked.
"Or maybe two." Kagome thought grimly.
"I don't think it's wise to skip dinner. Eat, and then you may go to bed." Her father replied.
Kagome knew exactly what Sango was up to. She was trying to get out of sitting next to her. She was hurt, to say the least. Did Sango really hate her that much?
As Sango sat down, she glared at Kagome, who resisted the urge to run crying out of the room.
"Sango?" She asked, cautiously.
"What?" Sango's answer was rude and cold, like everything she said to them lately.
"Why do you hate us so much?" Kagome asked, hurt by Sango's coldness.
"None of your business." Was Sango's reply.
Sango finished her dinner, and ran up to her room, leaving Kagome stunned.
"Thank you for dinner, Mom." Kagome said, running upstairs to her room.
~*~
Kagome sat in her room, and listened as Sango put on a Black Sabbath CD. They were one of her least favorite bands. Ozzy Osbourne scared her, and she wasn't really into that kind of music, anyway. Instead of going to the next room and asking Sango to turn it off, which would be rude, she got out her portable CD player, and put on a BoA CD. Much better.
Ending notes: Well? Kagome's version ain't great, deal with it. And, yes, this is just the first chapter, only revolving around Kagome.
