Thank you for all your reviews. I got to sixty. I was feeling low and needed some reviews, they make me feel so much better. That's what you get when reading fanfiction is your life. ((Sparkle, sparkle)) Anyways, read on. I know that it might be confusing but I have my idea!

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Fear clutched her mind but slowly she found it possible to breathe if she just let her mind wander to the situation, only thinking about where she was now and not what had happened or how panicked she felt.

It was just an image. It was not real.

Kohaku stood with his hair falling in his face, a hand planted firmly on her shoulder. He was standing on the ground in front of her in his favorite red t-shirt and dirty jeans. The same sneakers he was in...the same sneakers he had died in.

Sango's eyes glistened over with tears and she felt them streaming down her cheeks. Kohaku was dead, he was not here in front of her. He had died so long ago in that horrible accident. He had been the one knocked in half, blood covering every inch of him. Sango had seen it, she had had to verify that it was indeed her younger brother.

The hardest night of her life, that had been. Miroku had been there to hold her close and tell her that it would all be okay. He told her that Kohaku was going to be the happiest kid in the world because he could be somewhere were there was no more pain. Miroku had told her to be happy for Kohaku.

She had been happy.

"Sango." He said it again. Sango slowly opened her eyes seeing no scratches on him. He looked just like he had the day he had died, right before he had went out with their parents...

--- Flashback ---

"Sango! I'm going riding with Mom and Dad!" His voice was full of cheer as he tied the shoelaces on his brand new shoes. Those sneakers were red and white, and he was indeed very proud of them. Sango's family didn't ever have much money and new sneakers were the best thing ever to a ten year old boy.

"Okay, but don't give them too much trouble," Sango joked, tussling his hair playfully.

Kohaku laughed and jumped up from the chair he was sitting in, turning around and around showing himself off to her.

"Do I look okay, Sissy?" Kohaku asked.

"Of course you do! You look just so cute all the girls are going to be all over you, little brother." Sango was proud of him.

He blushed and made a face. "I don't like girls."

Sighing happily she had turned away. He was at the age where girls were gross and he wanted nothing to do with them.

--- End Flashback ---

All these memories were so painful now. She had put them away never to release them because of the pain they brought her. Her stomach gave a lurch at the sight of her little brother. The smile was gone from his face as he looked up at her.

"Why did you let me go?"

"I..." Sango began. He had wanted to go so badly that day. He was so excited to get to go driving in a car with Mom and Dad who had never, never had a car before! The only time he had ridden in one was with his buddies from school.

"You don't love me."

"Yes I do!" She choked on her tears. Of course she loved him. He was her little brother; the same one she had cried river and river over when she found he was in the accident.

"Just like Miroku."

Sango's eyes widened.

--- Flashback ---

"Sango."

She looked up to see Miroku coming towards her. He had his white shirt on and normal jeans. He had looked so handsome that night, if only she wasn't so sad.

"Sango, are you alright?"

Shaking her head she turned away so he wouldn't see her tears as they fell down her face.

"He's in a better place Sango."

"No, a better place would be here with me!" Her voice cracked, showing how fearful she was not to have her little brother around anymore. Kohaku was her life and now he was gone.

"You are being selfish. He is in a world with no pain. He can think of you and wait until you join him." An arm found it's way around Sango's shoulder along with his comforting words.

She just sniffed deeply, more tears forming.

"Your parents are with him. They're better off now."

"I know..." She muttered, gazing at the water and seeing their reflection. Very slowly she leaned into his shoulder as he eased it against her.

--- End Flashback ---

"What are you talking about?" Sango asked, putting a hand to her mouth in fear and to wipe away a tear.

"I love you." Kohaku's voice changed slowly and gradually to that of an older boy. It was Miroku's voice now she was hearing.

"...Miroku!" Sango cried, her eyes widening as she looked at the form of her brother.

The form of her younger brother began to swiftly change, growing taller as the shoulders widened and legs shown more muscles. The clothes changed colors and came to fit the size of the body they were on. It was Miroku she was seeing now.

"Sango, I'm sorry. I had to let you know how badly you hurt me..." Quietly he put a hand to her cheek.

"Don't touch me!" Sango snarled, anger controlling every ounce of pain she just had just felt. How dare he pretend to be the one person she would always trust and love! The one person who she wished more than anything she could have back!

"I'm sorry." He bowed his head low the strands of black haired bang falling over his face.

"How did you do that, Miroku?" Sango asked, looking at him questionably to see if this was a trick of the eye.

"I master in all techniques of the spirit, Sango. I thought you knew that. I can control the form and shape of any creature that has passed from this planet." His voice was cold and even.

"Who are you? You aren't Miroku!" Was her mind playing tricks on her? What was all this?

Panic was again racing through her. Sango turned for the door her hand on the knob when she felt Miroku's grip around her wrist. He tightened and pulled her back into him.

"Why do you love that...Sesshomaru? I am better than him. I comfort you, I am there for you. I remember you and I will always be here for you!" Miroku cried, looking deep into her eyes almost as if searching for the reasons.

"You leave me for any beautiful woman you see Miroku! You are a lecher. That is something I will not accept from you." She willed her voice to stay even but it quavered.

Miroku said nothing. What she had just said...it was true. He was a lecher. But that didn't mean he couldn't have what he wanted...and he wanted her.

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Inuyasha and Kagome reached Sesshomaru's house quickly but not quickly enough. The demon lord stood rooted to the spot staring at the two and they demanded entrance.

"We know Sango is there!"

"She is not here," Sesshomaru said calmly.

"Yes she is," Kagome cried, throwing her fist at her side angrily. She was again on the verge of tears.

"No, she is not."

"Where is she then, bastard?" Inuyasha yelled, fury crossing over.

"I left her a note telling her to go to the high school with you." The same calmness he always kept...

"Ah! Just tell us where she really is! What did you do to her last night? Is she alright?" Kagome cried, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.

"She is fine. I gave her medicine. I put her to bed."

"You didn't touch her did you?" Inuyasha said, putting an arm around Kagome's shoulders in comfort.

"Of course not. What do you take me for?" He asked, turning his eyes on Inuyasha a little flicker of anger zipping across them.

"What kind of medicine?" Kagome spoke, having to take a Health class in school was teaching her more about the right kind of medicine to give a person and she wasn't sure that Sesshomaru's medicine would be the best kind to give Sango.

"She was in pain with broken and shattered bones. I gave her my medicine."

Kagome was confused but immediately Inuyasha knew. "You gave her..."

It dawned on him. Maybe Sesshomaru really did care. He sold 'his medicine' on the street corners and alleyways in the darkest part of town for quite a price. It would heal the dead almost. Inuyasha could feel his stupidity leaking away.

"What is that? What kind of medicine? You...you!" Kagome yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Sesshomaru who looked at her with disgust. He was tiring of their questioning and hoping Inuyasha would stop his woman from talking.

Inuyasha put a hand to Kagome's shoulder. "No," he said. "If Sango has gone missing...IF I am saying," he said quickly, noticing the scared look that crossed over Kagome's face. "She probably is at home just changing or washing her hair or something you females do."

Kagome nodded wiping tears from her face.

"But if I find out you're lying I'll-" Inuyasha began.

"You'll what, little brother?" Sesshomaru asked challengingly, putting an emphasis on the word 'little.'

Turning Inuyasha leaned forward so Kagome could climb onto his back. She did so, waiting for him to take off.

Sesshomaru watched them run, allowing worries for Sango to stretch across his face. His eyebrows deepened and he crouched low taking off in a direct run for her house hoping to beat the hanyou there.

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Yep, that's my story. Sorry for any typos, I got a new keyboard and it's kind of being sticky right now. ((Picks at keys))

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