Authors Note: Well here is part two, geez, no offense to anyone but this story is being a bitch to me. Me no likey, grrr story! GRRR! Oh well, I'll try to finish it. I'm assuming it will be either 4 or 5 chapters, not quite sure yet.

Disclaimer: (I know I forgot last time) No, I do not own any of the trademarked characters, if you can't tell whom I'm talking about then why are you reading this?

Thank you(s) & Stuff

AddictedtoInuyasha: Thank you! And for being my first reviewer please accept this prize of…uh…my eternal gratitude?

mysticat421: yeeeaaah, about Kohaku, I really just needed to kill him off. Don't get me wrong I love the kid (cutest freckles ever!). And I really just drew up a blank there on how. So, let's just say to screw with Sango's mind because Naraku is evil and twisted and smells like cheese.

TeamRocket Sapphire: You also get a big thank you! But in French. MERCI!!

Xichiathik: First off, wow how do you pronounce your name? And about Miroku it's just like what Shippo says…if you take the lecher out of him all you have left is the Kazaana.

kirara242: Hmm, what can I give you to make you feel special? Foil? Everyone loves aluminum foil!

Animefan1026 Eeek! I'm sorry! Really, have a Kleenex!

Aussieisohana: Ai Meri just smiles and flashes you a peace sign, and slowly backs away

Part Two: Suri da!

Sango spent the night by the side of the road in her fall she had twisted her ankle. She could have asked Kirara to carry her home, but she had no desire too. She didn't want Inuyasha and Kagome questioning her on why she was limping and smelling of tears. Using her mo-bakama as a pillow, Sango watched the stars. For the first time since that horrible day she allowed herself to truly cry over her brother and Houshi-sama. She was cold, hungry, wet, and miserable.

When the sun rose, so did Sango. Her ankle was swollen and stiff, but the pain was tolerable. It only slowed her down a little. She met up with Inuyasha outside of the village, he had been sent out by a worried Kagome. She smiled and blamed everything on her ankle. This got her hustled indoors where Kagome fussed over Sango and her ankle.

"I don't like you going out alone." Kagome said softly wrapping a warm, wet cloth around Sango's leg.

"I'll be fine, I've been fighting youkai since I was a child."

"It's not the youkai that scare me. Inuyasha has seen more robbers and rouge samurai on the roads these days than ever before."

Sango shrugged "I always have Kirara with me, if there are too many for me to fight off I could always just fly away."

"Does it still hurt?"

"My ankle is fine, thank you." Sango tried to stand to leave, but Kagome put her hands on her shoulders forcing Sango to stay sitting.

"Not that. Does it still hurt that Miroku is gone."

Sango dropped her head; she hated having people see her cry. "Yes."

"I'm sorry, do need to talk?"

There's that question again. Sango buried her face into her hands "I can't help but think of him constantly, everything reminds me of him."

"It's alright, let it out."

"I wake up every morning expecting him to be there. When I'm walking down the road and everything is too quiet I expect to be groped. When he asked me to live with him and bear his children, I was so happy. But Naraku took that away from me. He took everything away from me." Sango clenched her fist, digging Miroku's prayers into her palm. "I'm so lost, I have no idea what to do. I want to die, I want to be reborn so I have a chance of seeing him again."

"Sango! You don't mean that do you?"

"What if I do? You don't know how I feel!" Sango pushed Kagome's hands off of her shoulders and stood up. "What did you lose? I lost everything because of that stupid jewel!"

"You're right, I don't know how you feel." Kagome's voice didn't hold any anger, only sympathy. "But you're not alone; I care about you and so do Inuyasha and Shippo."

Sango laughed bitterly "It's just not the same."

Kagome forced Sango not to work for a week, stating that it would be better for her ankle but Sango knew better. Where ever she went there would be Kagome watching her out the corner of her eye. Making sure that she didn't do anything stupid and irreversible. Rumors came around about an inn, a five days walk away, which had a rat youkai problem. Sango leapt at the chance to get away from Kagome's watch. She and Kirara left early the next morning.

The trip there was uneventful, lonely and boring. Get up at dawn, eat a small breakfast, walk till the sun was directly overhead, rest for an hour, walk till the sun went down, eat dinner, sleep, and then start the whole process again. Sango wished she had someone to talk to, she did have Kirara but it would have been nice to have someone who would respond back. Maybe I should take an apprentice?

The village wasn't as small as Sango had thought. The busy dirt streets were lined with tea houses and shops. Pushing her way through the crowd Sango saw countless brothels and inns, but none of them showed any signs of a demon infestation. Stopping at a small shop selling rolls of Chinese silk Sango browsed a bit before casually asking.

"I heard that there is an inn around here with a rat youkai problem?"

The elderly shopkeeper snorted. "The Three Lilies, near the edge of town, but I wouldn't say it's a rat youkai."
"How come?" Sango ran her fingers over a light cream roll.

"It masquerades as a boy. A young one too, 'bout five or six years old."

Sango just made a small humming noise deep in throat before buying a few yards of the cream silk, she needed a new hadajuban.

Now that she knew where she was going it didn't take long for Sango to find the inn. A building that appeared older than its neighbors, it looked inviting with a large wrap-around porch that was surrounded by lilies. It also looked utterly deserted. As she crossed the yard Kirara let out a chirp before leaping off of Sango's shoulder and disappearing into the lilies. "Oi! Kirara!" Chasing after the neko-yuokai Sango sank to her knees amongst the fragrant white flowers, there she could see a hole in the wall. It led to a storage area under the house, in the shadows there were the outlines of jugs and crates. Sango let out another call for Kirara, and was answered by soft laughter. The lilting giggle of a small boy.

Intrigued because of the words of the old silk seller Sango started to crawl into the storage room. "Hello?" She was answered by something hard striking her butt.

Pulling her head and shoulders out of the hole Sango glared at the old man standing over her, with his foot pulled back to deliver another kick. "THIEF!"
"What?"

"Trying to steal my best sake!"

"I was not! I was trying to find the boy."

The man clenched his fists, his bald head turning red "Yukio." He hissed before shoving Sango out of the way to yell into the hole. "Damn it Yukio, you better pray that I don't find you!" He seemed to have forgotten Sango, who just sat in the lilies trying not to be noticed, as he stormed up to the doors of the house. After the sliding door slammed shut there was a rustling from the store room and a small shape shot and right into Sango, who instinctively wrapped her arms around it.

It was a small boy, dressed in a filthy dark green kimono that was ripped and a few sizes too big. His hair was deep black, but was matted and just as dirty as his face. Sango couldn't see his eyes because he had them tightly closed as he shook. But mostly the impression that she got from him was fear. This boy was scared and his fear was transferring over to her.

Scooping the small child into her arms, Sango ran towards the edge of town where there was a small slope to shield the boy from sight. She was aware that she had abandoned Kirara, but didn't worry; the cat could take care of herself. Sliding down into a sitting position Sango sat the boy down in front of her. She kept her right hand on his should to keep him from running away; her left hand swept his hair out of his eyes. Eyes that were a dusky purple color, almost exactly like a pair that used to leave her with butterflies in her stomach.

For a few long heartbeats Sango couldn't speak, her throat felt thick and closed. When she could finally get in a breath she demanded, "Who are your parents, boy?"

Angrily wiping away the still wet tears, the boy glared at her but didn't say anything.

Lessening the severity of her tone, Sango tired a different approach "What is your name?" The man at the inn had yelled out the name Yukio, but Sango wanted to put the boy at ease. The boy still didn't say anything. "I'm Sango, are you hungry?"

"Y-yes."

Sango pulled a withered apple out of pack and gave it to the boy. He was small, but not unhealthy. As the old woman in the silk shop had said he was five or six, and he appeared so. Pouring some water from her canteen onto the corner of her mo-bakama Sango wiped the dirt off his face.

"My name is Yukio." He said finishing off the pip of the apple. Under the dirt Sango saw more features that similar to her Houshi-sama, only different due to the softening of youth. After spitting out a final seed, he shrugged his thin shoulders "I dunno who my parents are. But my gaisobo lives at the inn." He grinned broadly at Sango and threw himself at her, hugging her shoulder. "Thank you for the apple Sango-sama!" And with that Yukio was running up the hill laughing like any normal child.

A little taken back at the sudden change of mood, Sango just smiled and waved.

Could it be? Could that boy be Houshi-sama's? The way that he traveled around it could be possible. But who is the mother? Sango felt a sudden spike of jealousy towards the woman who might have gotten what should have been hers. Was Yukio's mother one of the women that Houshi-sama asked his question to? That mean she was pretty.

Narrowing her eyes, Sango glared at the sky. She wasn't sure how she felt about the situation. She was angry that some other woman might have born the child of the man she loved. But she was happy that there could be a viable link to him. Ripping her eyes away from the sky Sango noticed that her kosode's collar was disarranged. With a sigh Sango readjusted her collar, there was something off though. It didn't take her long to figure out what was missing, her wallet.

The boy had picked her pocket.

Translations

Suri da: Pickpocket

Mo-bakama: Sango's green apron thingy

Hadajuban: A slip like kimono that is worn under a kosodo

Gaisobo: Maternal Grandmother

Kosodo: the type of Kimono worn by Sango. A/N Errg, it bothers me when people say that she is wearing a yakata.