Author's Note:

Yeah, yeah, you all suck at reviewing. Big time losers. I'm sure you can improve upon that, and I want you to prove it to me!

This was originally moving tons faster, but then I decided to split it into two chapters, which may explain the incredible shortness of both this and the next ones. I apologize, but I don't really mean it. You see, it's a review for a word. In a very general term, that is.

I'm Not Who I Seem to Be

Chapter Three

Sango could do nothing. It wasn't a matter of courage, it was of ability. She could see them, yes, but could she actually do anything to them? Kagome was putting up a fight; the shadows were bouncing off a thin shield around the girl. It seemed to be weakening with every struggling minute, as Kagome tried to get to the door. They began to get closer and closer to her skin.

Growling in frustration, Sango looked to Miroku. He was fiercely chanting, but the aura of purity was projected for only a few feet. He frowned slightly as his lips moved, indicating that this wasn't supposed to be happening. Sango looked back out at the girl. Finally deciding that her focus was going to break anyway, and nothing she did would affect her much, she grabbed a sturdy stick and ran out. She didn't even have an idea for what she would do.

A great flash of pink blinded her. Raising her hand to protect her eyes, Sango completely missed whatever happened next.

In any case, when she finally lowered her hand, Kagome was unharmed, if a bit winded. Her hair was wild and messed up.

"What did you do?" asked the older girl, hurrying the younger to the house while looking back to check for any more of the creepy shadows. They all had disappeared though, and everything looked normal.

"I don't know! That was miko power, but I never possessed more than the average one, never." She responded dazedly. Miroku gave up on his spell, and walked over to them.

"You are correct; the power in that repelling aura was far beyond that of an ordinary miko. The flash of raw power was undisciplined, but effective nonetheless."

"Kikyo is supposed to be the one with the powers, not me!" Kagome protested, disbelieving that she was above average like her sister. Always below Kikyo, in looks, power, and intelligence, she had accepted her position as her shadow. Working as a small-time assistant, she only filed and organized, and was never involved in any of the actual work.

For this reason, she didn't know too much about Sango's past, only that Kikyo had used her for more important tasks, tasks that required diplomacy.

Miroku pulled Sango over to the side and put his mouth close to her ear. Barely heard, he whispered,

"She's not bugged with technology, I don't think, but there is a powerful spell by Kikyo laying over her. Make it quick. We have to talk about this." He left, not surprised that Sango had let him that close. He also left her to explain things to Kagome.

"Are you okay?" Sango asked hesitantly, not being the really emotional sort of female. Kagome nodded, and asked if she could sit somewhere. Sango hurried her to the kitchen table, looking around for the monk. Assuming that he had gone back upstairs, she sat down across from the miko, who was currently using the table as support for her head.

"So, that was surprising. What did ya do, anyway?"

"I don't know." The sound was muffled.

"…do you want to talk about it?"

"No," she finally raised her head and propped it on her fists. "Let's just talk about what I came here to discuss. Why you're still alive, and why you're supposed to be dead in the first place."

Sango sweat dropped, amazed at how quickly she could get to business. Kagome smiled slightly, and said,

"I assume the monk got you the basic synopsis of your file, seeing as the page was hit by a computer that didn't belong to our office. The IP address was unknown, so you must have gone to the library or something, maybe used an illegal computer. I looked up the more security protected sections of your file, and found that they had all been erased. Completely; the network returned my query as 'not existing', and suggested several hundred names that had nothing to do with you at all. I'm sure you've heard of this happening before, but it's happened to you now. You've been erased from human existence."

Sango grinned at her use of technical language, and replied, "That could be good. Tell me more." Kagome sighed, and continued as requested.

"I don't really know why that page was kept, but from what I remember, you had the highest success rate of all that Kikyo kept. She never told me the details, you see. I'm not that valued…" she frowned now, lowering her head.

"The most jobs completed everything. I assume that Kikyo is the one who ordered your poisoning, but-"

"Poisoning?!" Sango cut in quickly.

"Yes, poisoning-excuse me." Kagome said, picking up her ringing cell phone.

"Hello, Kagome here." She answered, a sour look on her face. Her expression changed though, and became bored.

"Hojo, I'm busy today. Maybe some other time? I don't care about him, I've told you that! We're just friends! Fine, bye." It was obvious from the one side of the conversation that Sango heard that Hojo was probably a boyfriend or some sort, one that was getting jealous from the attention Kagome was placing on someone else.

She smiled apologetically.

"Hojo still thinks I'm cheating on him with Inuyasha, I think he lives around here. He's such an idiot, every time he sees Kikyo and Inuyasha together he thinks it's me." She smiled again, covering something up skillfully. Sango decided to let it be.

"So then, who's Inuyasha? You mentioned him before, before today, I mean. When I first saw you in the mall."

"Inuyasha's well, since you probably just don't remember, he's a hanyou. The son of one of the greatest Dog Lord's ever, but his father's dead already anyhow. He and Kikyo are going out, and he knows so much more than I do. The details are always hidden from me, I only know that you people kill others!" she sighed in frustration.

"Inuyasha's the rudest, most obnoxious guy I've ever met. I'm glad he's going for Kikyo though, I'm not sure I could resist him if he came after me…" Kagome blushed, realizing what she had just said. Sango grinned in reply.

Her cell phone rang again, the piercing melody adding to Kagome's growing dark mood.

"This is Kagome, what?!" she answered rudely.

"Oh…Kikyo. I see, but can it wait? I'm kinda busy…no, S-Koharu's inviting me out to dinner though! Fine, I'm coming." She slammed the cover shut, and shoved it back into her small purse.

"I'm sorry, but I think Kikyo's suspecting something. I'll drop by tomorrow or sometime. This is so suspicious, both of them calling in the same day. I usually get like a call a week; I even have pre-pay minutes so I don't waste money." She frowned, waving goodbye.

Sango waved weakly back, a useless gesture since she was facing her back.

Miroku came down; with precise timing right after the door was gently shut. It made Sango suspicious, even more so when he smiled innocently.

"She's got potential." He said wisely, leaning on the back of her chair and nodding with his eyes closed. He probably hoped to look attractive that way.

"Go away."

Author's Note:

Actually, I really don't have much to say…except review. And advertise for me! (Keshine…why'd you leave an anonymous review? Just log in and review that way. Please. It's for the greater good.)

But I really don't like all the work I do without rewards. I know it's not that good, and I'm hoping for too much. Well, if you read this, read "Misleadings of a Broken Vision", if you will. I currently love that one.

This is an extremely short chapter...apologies.

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