Loved but Lost:
Author's Note:
I do not own Inu-Yasha; Rumiko Takahashi does.
Chapter One
Pitter-Patter, pitter-patter…
Pitter-Patter, pitter-patter...
It was raining today. Sango sighed and opened up her purple umbrella. She was going to start the long walk to Kagome's house. She was going to study for a huge test in science class. Kagome needed help on it too, so they arranged a little study lesson today at 3:00 p.m. Sango walked upto the doorsteps of the Higurashi shrine, and knocked on the huge wooden doors. Mrs. Higurashi answered and letted Sango in. Before she went in, she shook her umbrella, and out came raindrops. Somehow, those raindrops reminded her of something. But she couldn't remember.After shaking it to make sure it was dry, she tucked the purple umbrella deepinto the huge pockets of her knee-length jacket. She went in, said konichiwa toMrs. Higurashi, and started for the stairs.Sota saw her and said hi as he walked down the stairs, getting his Playstation II out of the garage to play with.
Sango climbed the stairs, thinking of Kohaku.He and Sota were so alike, she almost mistaked Sota for Kohaku sometimes. Kohaku was at a boarding school, because the public schools weren't enough to suit his brilliance-At least, that was what most teachers said, so their mother enrolled him in a private boarding school. She missed him alot, but he came home for Christmas and New Year. As she walked into Kagome's room, she saw a familiar room she had been in for sleepovers, slumber parties, birthday parties, and tea parties. It was a room she spended time in a lot, when she wasn't at home. It was filled everything that she could memorize from top to bottom. Kagome's room had a window with its curtain pulled back, revealing the rain was still pouring. Silently, yet thunderous. There were posters of the latest pop stars, awards from schools, and pictures of sketched art. A twin-sized bed laid against the wall, with a big fluffy pillow. On the far side of the room, there sat a desk with pencils, pens, crayons, and other sketching tools. As she looked around, she dropped her backpack to the floor, and left her jacket on the bed. Thenshe pounced onto the bed, and laid on her stomach looking through the window, into the rain. Looking at the Rain.
"Sango, you okay?" Kagome asked as she entered the room with a glass of orange juice.
"Yeah, yeah. I am. I'm just looking at the rain. And thinking about something."
"What are you thinking about? Asked Kagome as she too, sat down cross-legged on the bed, looking at the rain.
