Disclaimers: Ya already know this, people. Do I REALLY have to tell you who I do and don't own? My friend Kara was staying over, and she helped me write this. Thanks, Kar. You really helped me in this chapter. Sorry for not updating. I had another chapter done and saved, but I decided to save it for later in the story, because it went into some stuff I hadn't covered yet. So, I wrote a replacement chapter 5. Hope ya like it!



Sango walked up the cemetery path. It was late, about ten at night, and her family (a word I don't use lightly) was probably worried about her. But that wasn't important to Sango right now. She walked up to a tombstone. Engraved on it were the words:

Taijiya Izumi

April, 1, 1961 - November, 12, 1991 (A/N: 11 Years ago.)

Beloved mother, and cherished wife

(Kara: C'mon, Vic! This is depressing!) (Me (Vic): It's supposed to be.)

Sango knelt down on the wet grass, and touched the tombstone. "Mom." She whispered. "I know I'm not dressed apropriatly to see you, but, I had to come. Why did you have to go? You never did anything to deserve this." Sango sobbed. It was raining, but Sango didn't notice. She just stayed by her mother's grave. "I can still remember the day you died."

:::FLASHBACK:::

A five year old Sango is seen running into a bleak hospital room, and screaming. "NO!!! Mama! MAMA!!!" She sobs, running up to her mother's bed. "You can't be dead! They're lying! Mama, please, sit up!" A doctor comes in and picks the young Sango up, and half-carries, half-drags her out of the hospital room, and back to her father.

"The baby is fine. A healthy baby boy. But the mother, didn't make it." The doctor says regretfully.

"Papa! Papa! They say Mama's not getting up! Papa! It's not true is it?" Sango screams, crying.

"I'm sorry, Sango, but it's true. Your mother, has died."

"NO! Mama isn't dead! She can't be!" Sango cries.

:::END FLASHBACK:::

"Mom. I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the times I was bad as a child." Tears rolled freely down Sango's cheeks, as she placed a single red rose on her mother's grave.

"Don't be sorry, Sango. You have done nothing wrong. And it was my time to go. No one could have prevented it." Izumi Taijiya's voice sounded in the back of Sango's head. As much as she would have liked to believe that her mother was standing behind her, and comforting her, as she had done so many times when Sango was a child, Sango knew that it wasn't true, and the more she tried to believe it, the more it would hurt when she realized it was all her imagination. She heard four people calling her.

"Sango? Where are you?" The first voice sounded like Kagome.

"Sango? Sango?" This one was probably Souta.

"Ane-ue!!!!!! Are you alright?" Kohaku must have come as well.

"Sango! SANGO! C'mon, Sango! We're all really worried!" And this one was. Miroku? Why would Miroku be here searching for her? Was he really that worried?

Sango wanted to reply to the calls, but something inside her kept her from doing so. All she wanted was to be alone. Unfortunately, that was asking too much. Kagome walked into the cemetery and saw Sango by the tombstone.

"Oh goody. Now Kagome's going to yell to everyone that she's found me, and any hopes of being alone will be history." Sango thought.

"Sango? Why are you here? It's so late. And everyone's really worried about you. Won't you come back?" Kagome asked, putting her hand on Sango's shoulder.

"No. Leave me alone, Kagome." Sango whispered.

"I can't do that." Kagome explained.

"Why not?"

"Because, you're my friend. And I'm worried about you. That's why everyone's looking for you."

"I don't care."

"Well, we do."

"Hn. If you cared, you'd leave."

"No. If I cared, which I do, I'd stay here and listen to you."

"Fine. Stay if you want."

"Okay! Now, is that your mother's grave?"

"Yes."

"Want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Come on, Sango!" Kagome persisted.

"Fine, fine." Sango sighed, giving up.

"Now, spill." Kagome instructed.

"Okay already! My mother died giving birth to Kohaku. She was kind, and gentle, and she never did anything wrong. When she died, it was like my world died with her. There was one person who comforted me more than anyone else. Who listened whenever I wanted to talk. Miroku. He still listens, but now everyone wants me to talk. I hate it." Sango said.

"Oh. I see. That's horrible! I'm sorry, Sango." Kagome patted Sango on the back, letting her step-sister cry into her rain coat.

"Sango? SANGO? Are you near here?" Sango and Kagome heard Miroku calling.

"Yo! Kagome! You here?"

"That's Inuyasha!" Kagome exclaimed.

"Miroku must have called him." Sango decided.

"There you two are!" Miroku said, running up to the two girls, and dragging Inuyasha with him. Kohaku and Souta followed, slowly.

"C'mon, Kagome. Let's go." Inuyasha said, pulling Kagome away.

"Inuyasha!" Kagome hissed. "Let me go!"

"No way. It's late. You, me, and the squirts are heading back to the shrine. We'll let Miroku take care of Sango." Inuyasha said, picking Kagome up and giving her a piggy back ride. "Yo, squirts! Follow!" He ordered.

After Kagome, Inuyasha, Souta and Kohaku left, Miroku walked up to Sango. "Sango? Are you alright?"

"No."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing of your concern."

"Sango! I understand that you don't believe in bothering people with your problems, but you need to speak. If you don't, you're just going to get more and more depressed. I've seen what depression does to people, it's not pretty. Unless you wish that upon yourself, you must talk."

"Fine."

"So speak!"

"No."

"Sango!"

"I've spoken to Kagome already. I don't need to speak again."

"Why the hell do I even try?" Miroku said, giving up.

"Good."

"Now, Sango. Let's go back."

"Give me one more minute?"

"Okay. One minute. And then we're leaving."

"Mother. I must take my leave. Kohaku, Father, and I all wish you were still alive. Please rest well, and I will come back as soon as I can." Sango said her goodbye, and turned around to leave.

"Miroku?" She asked as they left the cemetery.

"Yeah?"

"Why were you looking for me?"

"Kagome called me to say you were missing, and asked me to help find you."

"Oh."

"Why did you ask?"

"No reason."

"Whatever you say. It's futile trying to argue with you."

"I know."

Silence followed throughout the walk to the shrine, and when they got back, Sango bid Miroku good night, and headed in through the back, so no one would see or hear her. She slipped a note under Kagome's door (remember, Kagome's room is right next to Sango's), asking her to tell everyone she was back, and locked herself in her room.

Apparently Kagome had done as Sango's note requested, because Sanako Higurashi came knocking on her door five minutes after Sango had gotten changed into her pajama's, an oversized black shirt and black sweatpants that were torn a bit.

"Sango, dear? Are you alright?" Sanako asked.

"Fine." Sango replied, not getting up.

"May I come in?"

Sango was sorely tempted to say no, but Father would have a fit if she did, so instead she replied: "Sure." And got up and unlocked her door.

"Sango, what's wrong? Where did you go?" Sanako asked, sitting down next to Sango.

"Kagome must not have told her. I'll have to thank Kagome for that later." Sango thought. "Nowhere special, just to the bookstore." She said.

"Then why are you so wet?" Sanako asked.

"Damn." Sango thought. "It started raining really hard, and I didn't have a raincoat." She said weakly.

"If you say so, dear." Sanako clearly didn't believe her.

"I went to the cemetery." Sango sighed. Why was it that people who never pressed you were always the ones who made you spill?

"To see your mother?"

"How did you know?"

"It shows."

"Oh."

"Are you alright?"

"Fine."

"If you need to talk to someone."

"I've already got someone to talk to."

"Well, if you need anyone else, you can talk to me."

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

"Good night, Sango."

"Night."



SANGO'S JOURNAL



Sango again. I went to the cemetery to visit Mom today. Kagome found me. And then Inuyasha and Miroku (and Kohaku and Souta) found us. Inuyasha dragged Kagome (and Souta and Kohaku) away, but not before she got a great amount of info out of me. How the hell does she do that? And Miroku tried as well, but he gave up (smirk). Sanako came into my room, and started acting all motherly. I hate that. It makes me feel bad. It should be MY mother, not her. Well, g2g.







Ending Notes: Yea. I gave up on writing a part based on Kagome. I think I'm just going to stick this fanfic around Sango. I need reviews!!!! I