A/N: Yay! I'm actually doing the 2nd chapter! I was really happy with all of the positive reviews I got.

christina: You give good advice. Since the story has changed so much from its original plot, it just might turn out that way. Wait and see.

pure-sweet: Yeah I started again….for the 3rd time. ; It is sad that Usagi lost her parents, and because of that she'll tend to have a dark side to her throughout the story. I'm not sure how Sesshoumaru will make his entrance yet, but I'll try to make it a surprise.

Kelp: Actually, I had given up. ; But a sudden inspiration hit me. After reading your review, you gave me a couple of ideas. Thank you!

archangel006: Here's the next chapter! Enjoy.

Flame Ivy Moon: Not exactly ASAP, but I hope this'll do.

Princess Silver Serenity: Yup, Usagi's a Hanyou!

Thank you for your support! Now, enjoy the next chapter.

Listening to:

Unreasonable Sin by Nana Kitade

Revealing New Destinies

Chapter 2: Orphaned

Hang on to things for as long as you possibly can. Never let go; For you never know how long it will be before being torn away.

"Here, give me the ball!"

"It's your turn to be it!"

"Nuh-uh, it's your turn!"

Laughter from outside slipped through the open window and reached Usagi, lying on her bed and staring up at the ceiling. Rising slowly, she crossed the room and closed the window, cutting off the laughter. Glancing briefly at the kids outside playing catch, she turned around and fell back onto the bed.

She was in an orphanage. Her parents were gone. She had nothing left.

Well, almost nothing.

Usagi reached underneath her pillow and pulled out the little doll her parents had given to her when she was four. The silver kimono was no longer as shiny as it had been when she first got it, worn away from her holding it for so many nights. Curling up with the doll, Usagi contemplated the car crash. The car crash….

A soul shattering crash pierced the night as the two cars collided…. it flew off of the cliff side road, falling down to land in a heap of smoldering metal at the base….

Violently, Usagi shook her head. No matter how much she tried, she could never forget that night. Never.

Mama…Papa…

She opened her mouth to say those words, but still no words came. The first day she had come to the orphanage she had pretended to be asleep and heard the grownups outside her door talking.

"Poor thing. The crash damaged her vocal cords and now she's unable to talk," said the nurse that had driven her here. "Lost her parents in the crash."

No, that's not true….what were they saying? Those weren't her parents. Her real parents would come if she could speak again…wouldn't they?

"But what are wrong with her ears…?" the headmistress had asked.

"We're not sure. We think it's just some mutation, probably something the mother had taken when she was pregnant. We would like to test it, but decided not to because she's so young."

"Well, I'm sure we'll enjoy having her here."

I don't wanna be here. I wanna go home….

"Children, come downstairs! Some people want to meet you!"

There was a mad scramble as kids throughout the second floor ran down the stairs, passing by the door of the room Usagi shared with four other girls. Slowly, she dragged herself out of the bed and, clutching her doll close to her, shuffled her way down the stairs.

It must be five thirty, the time when grown ups came to choose one of the kids to be their own. They were all supposed to go downstairs and play as the grownups looked at them and picked one of the kids to talk to. When Usagi came downstairs she walked over to the corner in the back of the room and sat down, playing with her doll. She had seen it all before.

The grownups would look at all the children trying to find their ideal child. Several times Usagi had been asked to be someone's child. But then they saw her ears. That was okay, though. She didn't want any other parents than her own. They were going to come get her; she just had to call them.

She played with her doll, which she named Hikari, and pretended it was herself.

The little girl watched as the other kids ran around the room, having fun. But she was all alone, nobody wanted to talk to her….

Deciding she didn't like the way her game was going, she played with Hikari's hair, putting it in different styles. She tried a ponytail, pigtails, braids, and a bun, but none of them seemed right. Idly, she twirled Hikari's hair into a bun then, pulling out a rubber band from her pocket, tied the bun and let the rest of the hair stream downward; a half bun half pigtail. Stunned, Usagi stared at her creation. Smiling to herself, she finished the rest of Hikari's hair. It looked perfect.

I wanna have hair like that, Usagi thought, momentarily forgetting her troubles. They sort of look like spaghetti and meatballs. She giggled, the first time she'd laughed since the accident, imagining someone walking around with spaghetti and meatballs in their hair. Just like Mama used to make.

She quickly sobered, saddening at the memory of her mother.

A shadow fell over her. Startled, Usagi looked up into the gentle face of a woman with short black hair framing her face. Deep brown eyes gazed at her, crinkled up in a kind smile. From her view on the ground, however, the lady seemed very tall, imposing. As if sensing her discomfort, the smiling women kneeled at her level, her yellow sundress pooling around.

"Hi," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Usagi nodded at her, holding Hikari close to her.

"That's a cute doll. What's her name?"

Hikari, Usagi thought. Her name's Hikari.

The woman cocked her head to the side, a curious expression on her face, waiting for Usagi to answer.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Higurashi?"

The headmistress appeared by Mrs. Higurashi's side. Standing up, Mrs. Higurashi faced her.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I'm afraid Usagi can't speak, she's mute," the headmistress apologized.

A thoughtful look crossed Mrs., Higurashi's face before she kneeled back down before Usagi.

"So your name's Usagi? I think that's such a wonderful name," she said, smiling kindly at her.

Usagi was taken aback. Didn't she care that she couldn't speak? Didn't she care that she was different from the others, or that fact that she had such strange ears? Given all that, all she cared about was her name? Usagi looked into the face of Mrs. Higurashi, intrigued. Who was this person, not caring about her differences?

"Your doll has such a pretty hair style. Did you make it up yourself?" Mrs., Higurashi asked. Usagi nodded. The headmistress, seeing how well they were getting along, left after her small interruption.

'Hikari,' Usagi mouthed. Mrs. Higurashi looked confused. 'Hikari,' she persisted, holding up her doll.

"Oh!" Mrs. Higurashi exclaimed, smiling. "Hikari is your doll's name?"

Usagi nodded. She held out Hikari to Mrs. Higurashi. Holding Hikari, she treated her as if she were fragile and about to break.

"She's so pretty," Mrs. Higurashi murmured, lightly touching the kimono.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm afraid it's time for the children's dinner. Please follow me into the hall," the headmistress called from the front of the room. Handing Usagi back her doll, Mrs. Higurashi stood up, Usagi standing with her. Bowing, Mrs. Higurashi bid farewell to Usagi, walking away.

Usagi continued to stare at the retreating figure of Mrs. Higurashi. Suddenly, Mrs. Higurashi turned around to wave at Usagi. Surprised, Usagi smiled brightly, waving back at her.

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Mrs. Higurashi pretended to listen to Miss Izumi, the headmistress, as she thanked the other adults for coming, but kept thinking back to Usagi. When she had first walked into the orphanage, she had been unsure of adopting a child. Her husband had died a few months ago and they wanted to have children, but she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to now.

However, all of her doubt had vanished once she had laid eyes on Usagi, all alone by herself in the corner. She had looked so sad, playing her doll by herself. Then, when she had pulled her doll's hair into a strange style, she smiled. It had blown her away. Her smile was so bright, so innocent that, after seeing Usagi so sad, she had wanted to always keep her smiling, to always keep that pureness she had seen briefly through her smile.

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The next day, at five thirty, Mrs. Higurashi returned. Usagi had been looking for her throughout the mass of kids and quickly saw her. This time she was wearing a blue sundress with sunflowers on it that seemed to bring out her cheery and positive personality. Usagi waved at Mrs., Higurashi, smiling to see her again. Mrs. Higurashi waved back, bringing with her a box of pocky.

This happened every day for a week. At exactly five thirty Mrs. Higurashi would come, bringing a box of pocky with her, and would play with Usagi the whole time until she left. Usagi found she was looking forward to their visits, smiling more and more.

Finally, on Saturday, Mrs. Higurashi asked if Usagi wanted to be adopted. Usagi started to nod, but stopped. What about her mother? What if she came back? What if she got sad because Usagi had gotten a new mother?

As if sensing her chaotic thoughts, Mrs. Higurashi bent down and gathered Usagi into a hug.

"It's okay," she murmured. "I'm not trying to replace you mother. To have raised such a wonderful child, I'm sure she would want to see you happy."

Usagi had frozen. The feeling of protection and warmth that came with a hug had been something she had not experienced ever since her mother died. Slowly, she relaxed, closing her eyes and hugging her back.

I want to go with you, Usagi thought. I want to be in a family again.

She tapped Mrs. Higurashi on the shoulder, nodding vigorously.

"You want to come with me?"

As a reply Usagi smiled brightly, nodding.

Mrs. Higurashi smiled, too. Standing up, she took Usagi's hand into her own and steered them over to the Headmistress, ready to begin their new lives.

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AMG: Ok, um first of all I'd like to say I HATE THE STUPID PREVIEW PROGRAM! ……. Ok, that's out of my system. What I mean by that is, the stupid preview program they have when you upload documents never uses the symbols I have. So this will explain if none of the symbols show up this time. Grrrr. Ok, back on topic.

Thanks again to all of my reviewers! You've made me so happy! I'm reeeaaaallly sorry that the second chapter took so long. I lost my inspiration after awhile. But then I read 'Perfection: Is It Real?' by samisweet. It's really good and it made me want to write. I suggest you read it! It's a DN Angel crossover, one of my favorite mangas' of all time. :3

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