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Okay so plainly this is what's going to happen in the story, it is basically the summary's summary I guess. Sango's parents die, she has to live with her crazy aunt, then she runs and gets fucked up even more in the streets, then yeah…

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Wanted Loneliness

: Chapter Two

"Sango?" The lady called trying to get Sango's attention away from the window.

She turned to the lady standing by her door of her bedroom with a fake smile on her face, "Yes, grandma?"

"Come downstairs honey, your parent's lawyer is downstairs, he'll be reading their will." Her grandmother said trying not to cry. Sango got up from the chair and walked to the lady, she placed a hand on her grandmother's shoulder, "Come, let's go." Sango couldn't tell her grandmother that it'll be okay, because there are no options left.

The two walked down stairs, Sango looked around at the living room, there sat most of her relatives whom some were still crying. She saw the one and only aunt she despised the most, her Aunt Zandrine, she looked around again and saw that her Aunt Zana wasn't there.

"Grandma, where's Aunt Zana?"

The lady didn't take her eyes off the ground, "She left after the funeral, she's too busy for her own good. She sends her apologies, like always." Sango nodded, she knew that her aunt was even held back too much just to go the funeral. But it still didn't mean she wasn't sorry, she's just like Sango's grandmother said, busy.

The two sat down on empty chairs, and the lawyer cleared his throat to signal the starting.

"I am sorry for what had happened but this has to be done. Okay, first on the list is they're daughter Sango." As soon as Sango heard her name she looked away not wanting to know what they left her. The man continued to spoke about things and some she couldn't even understand, she finally turned her attention to him when he mentioned whom she'd have to live with.

"Sango's mother had made the decision, she wants Sango to live with either the two of her sisters, Zandrine or Zana. She says that it's not favoritism it's just the triplet thing. She also adds that whomever Sango will be left with, she'll be in good hands, and she hopes that Sango can get along with her new life."

Sango looked around, the one aunt that she hoped to stay with wasn't there leaving her end up staying with the one she never even wanted to see. She shot up her seat, "What?!" She grumbled in frustration, she didn't need anymore stress than she already had and ran to her room.

Her grandmother followed and watched as Sango slammed the door behind her. The lady knocked, "Sango I don't want to come in, I just want you to understand that that is what your mother wants. She is gone; and for you to be with your Aunt Zandrine is how she wishes it to be, do her one last thing and follow what she has set for you."

Sango sighed and fell back on her bed, "I know you're right Grandma, and I will cooperate. I was kindda just shocked you know? But I'll do what they want. Even if it has to do with living with her. It's just sad that I can't just stay with Aunt Zana. I'm okay, you can go back to that will thingy I don't really wanna hear anymore."

'Why me? Why Aunt Zandrine? Does the world hate me so much? At least it can't get any worse.' She thought, not knowing just how wrong she was.

A man walked in and out carrying Sango's belongings to her new home. He had left all her luggage in the living room and was soon gone. Sango had refused to take along the furnishing in her bedroom since she thought it'd be better off with someone else.

As soon as Zandrine was clear that the man whom carried the items was gone, she walked up behind Sango and roughly pushed her to the ground. She looked down on her niece with and angry look on her face. "If for one second you think I want you here, you're mistaken. But I still have my morals and will go to what your mother wanted." She kicked Sango's side; "Now go put your things into your fucking room! It's the only one that's not locked now go find it!"

Sango grit her teeth and walked upstairs to first find the room. She walked back down stairs to get her items when she noticed her aunt in the kitchen eating lunch, "You bitch, it's time for lunch whore." Zandrine called out to Sango.

Sango didn't flout and did what she was told; she sat down in the opposite of her aunt and pulled the plate closer. And looked at it, Zandrine had already put the rice on and it was not Sango's deciding if she'd put anything else. There was soup on the middle of the table and not wanting to bother her aunt she reached out to it. She was stopped by her aunt when the top of her hand that she used to get the bowl was wounded by a metal salad fork.

Sango looked at her aunt whom had an insane look on her face then back to her hand that was bleeding from the contact of the silverware. Sango winced as she started to feel the pain as blood dripped down to the soup. Her aunt had reached out to the salad bowl and swiped the fork and stabbed Sango's hand attempting to stop her from reaching the bowl of soup. Her attemps were successful and Zandrine smiled, "Don't forget your manners, next time asked for the bowl to be passed."

The older lady's smile turned to a frown, "Look what you've done to my salad fork! Clean it now!" She yelled before throwing the fort to Sango. Sango didn't know what had just happened and was too deep in thought to remember about her wound. She walked to the sink with the fork in hand and started washing it thoroughly.

Zandrine looked into the bowl of soup. The bowl was white and ceramic with flower decorations and the soup was a very light shade of peach. Zandrine's jaw dropped when she saw Sango's blood in her soup, but her surprise soon turned into pure anger.

Sango's back was turned and couldn't tell what was happening and the next thing she knew the bowl and the hot soup was thrown to her back. She shut her eyes as more pain shot through her body. There was a mess, all the liquid that had missed her was scattered around and the bowl had shattered to pieces. Sango was lost for words, "You bitch! You broke my bowl!!!" Zandrine yelled picking up a piece of the bowl and also throwing it to Sango's back.

It hadn't done much damage to her, but it still cut her. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" The niece snapped. Zandrine was shocked by Sango's reaction and lunged at her. Zandrine slapped Sango until her head turned, when so she punched Sango's face and yelled, "Look at me when I'm disciplining you!"

Sango's hand roamed around the sink and finally found the fork, she took it and poked Zandrine's arm. When the older lady turned to see what happened, Sango pushed her away and ran to the table. Zandrine breathe heavily in anger and slowly walked to Sango. Sango had finally come to a conclusion that her aunt was insane, and to the brink to homicide.

Zandrine grabbed Sango by her hair and pulled her down. Sango grabbed a hold of her aunt's hands, and pressed her nails down on it. Zandrine pulled her up to face her, "That's not helping!"

She pulled Sango's face down to the table and was satisfied when she Sango moved away from the table and blood was collecting on the table. Sango fell to the floor and touched her face. She looked at her hand and saw blood on her fingertips; she looked up at her aunt who was laughing like it all had been a joke.

"Like I said Sango, it's time for lunch. Now head upstairs wash off those nasty cuts and come down for lunch." Zandrine said invitingly. But when Sango refused to stand up Zandrine's mood changed again, "I said clean up! And I mean now!" Sango got up and rushed to the upstairs bathroom.

She looked into the mirror, her lips, both cheeks, and the corner of her left eye was bruised. Her mouth was bleeding and so was her fore head. Her head hurt from her hair being pulled, her back from the newly made soup and the scratch on her hand was nothing compared to what else happened.

She reached out a shaking hand to turn on the water and started washing her face. The mixture of blood and water went down the drain of the sink, and she towel dried her face. She looked at herself again, the bruises couldn't be seen yet, and her hair hid the open wound on her for head and the other was in her mouth.

Then she felt it again, the taste of blood. She knew she was going to end up becoming used to it. She fell to the floor and started crying, not only had she lost her parents they had left her in hell. 'What am I going to do?'

"Sango! Hurry up or your food will get cold!" Zandrine called out ever so nicely. Sango quickly wiped her tears and trudged downstairs.

She walked downstairs and saw that the place was cleaned up. As much as how Zadrine acted like nothing happened so did Sango, "So Aunt Zandrine what's for lunch?" She asked carelessly. "Why don't you eat to fucking find out?" The older lady growled. Sango thinking that it would start all over again looked up at her, and to her hopes her aunt ha a large grin on her face.

Sango looked outside at the waxing moon and looked down on her hand, four deep cuts… They'll scar as any other wound, but the cuts kept a memory as the first abuse by an adult she ever got in her whole life. The first and defiantly not the last, she walked to one of her bags. Unzipping it she pulled out a picture frame, it was a large group picture of her and her whole family on New Years. She smiled weakly as she started to name all her uncles, aunts, cousins, etc. As soon as her first tear fell she quickly wiped it away. 'This is my life…'

She put it back into her bag and looked around at the room given to her. Her aunt left nothing for her to sleep on and Sango was left to use a duffle bag full of clothes as a pillow and a blanket given to her by her mother. But like what Zandrine had presumed it to be, 'I still have my morals…' Sango remembered and scoffed, the older lady left her a dresser.

It was around Sango's height and made of real wood, it was heavy but easy too push around since she had not put her things in yet and since the room was never used and the floor was still slippery in a way. Sango liked things clean so she'll keep it in the way it was before she was there. Sango had stuffed all her things in the closet not worrying about it till later.

Zana would be going to work tomorrow and that would give Sango at least eight hours of a painless body. She sighed and looked up at the moon again, the sky was starting to turn into a light shade, and it would be dawn in around an hour or so. She stood up; sleep didn't come to her in the night.

She walked to her things and got a towel and clean clothes. She walked outside to walk to the bathroom hoping that she wouldn't run into her aunt.

"I wonder if she'll even let me go to school." Sango thought aloud. "Of course not." She was greeted by a familiar voice, Sango turned around to see her aunt smirking, "You'll stay home and clean, become a maid. You're not going to school; I want you to be dumb. Stupid. You're nothing but a slave now." Zandrine cackled evilly, "Remember Sango, I like my coffee dark. And from now on, you are required to wake up earlier than me to prepare my food and such. Remember that or I'll have to really stick it in your mind. Today I'll let your tardiness go." With that she walked down stairs.

Sango looked at her hands, her first cuts were already starting to heal but her whole arm no was covered with wounds. In fact her whole body had wounds.

It had been two weeks since Sango had moved in Zandrine's house. So far she's been hitting Sango on occasional times, and she's also been coming home like she hasn't been sleeping for a week.

It's also been three days since she last cried, not because of what Zandrine was doing to her, no, she's starting to get used to it, but because she missed her parents. The taste of blood was familiar in her mouth that, she could've cared less.

Sango walked downstairs to the kitchen, and started cooking for her and her aunt. 'Maybe Aunt Zandrine is right, she still has morals. She still after all gives me food, lets me clean myself, and I do at least have somewhere to live. But I do still want to graduate from high school to go to college; I don't know maybe it's never going to happen. I wonder if I'll end up living like this for the rest of my life.'

Earlier than usually Zandrine burst through the front door and stormed into the kitchen. "Good after noon Aun-" Sango's greeting was interrupted when she noticed what her aunt was doing.

Zandrine pulled out a foot long knife and looked at Sango. 'What the hell did I do this time?' Sango thought. Just then Sango saw her face, she wasn't as normal as the other times it was more and she looked serious. She couldn't quite figure out what was wrong with her aunt this time, and it wasn't a good time to think since Zandrine was running towards her with a knife positioned to stab her.

Sango ran to the living room and stood behind the couch. Zandrine put the knife in her other hand while she picked up a vase and threw it at Sango, whom dodged the flying objects. Zandrine continued this until there where no more things to throw.

Zandrine yelled in frustration and started chasing Sango again.

Sango jumped over a small broken wooden table that her aunt had thrown. She ran around the place getting her legs scratched from the broken items. Just then to all her luck, her aunt tripped on the small table and dropped the knife causing it to slide to Sango.

She looked down at the object that would've killed her and then back to her aunt whom still was on the ground yelling at her to give her the knife. 'What do I do???' Sango thought frantically. As soon as Zandrine started to rise Sango quickly grabbed the knife and ran to her room.

She locked the door behind her and pushed the large still empty dresser in front of the door. She put the knife down and ran to her things, Zandrine was already banging on the door and yelling a large line of curses. Sango quickly changed into black tight yet comfy shorts, a black tee shirt, and running shoes. She pulled out her bag and took out all the money she could find in the pocket she dumped her change in when she bought a magazine at the airport before she got there. She threw her bag into the closet.

Sango shot back at the door, Her aunt had finally used her brain and was opening the door with the key, and as easily Sango pushed the dresser her aunt could too. Thinking quickly she looked at the window and ran to it. She wasn't sure if she could jump it but with the pain her aunt had given her the whole time she could've survived it even it she fell on her back.

Sango heard the door being banged against the dresser and knew that her aunt would get to her soon. She opened the window and jumped out and started running of all her life. She was a good one Acer away but she could still hear her aunt scream, and that meant that she knew Sango was running.

Zandrine looked as Sango was getting away, she picked up the knife and threw it to her niece with all the effort of hitting her, but it didn't work and soon Sango was almost out of sight.

Sango thought quickly and looked at the houses, there are certain houses she couldn't see from her window and decided that that would be the best place to hide knowing that by this point her aunt would've used her car and would catch up to her.

She jumped the fence entered quietly into someone's yard. There didn't seem to be anyone at home so Sango was almost confident that she'll get away. She then started hearing her aunt yell from her car and thought quickly where to hide, the fence she jumped over was a normal wired fence and could clearly see through it.

She didn't know what to do and the yelling became louder, she looked around and saw a dog kennel, thinking about it she decided that she could fit in it. She crawled into the kennel and heard the car slowly drive by, but she found that the kennel was occupied and her eyes widened at the size of the dog.

She had always been scared of dogs since she was bitten by one at a young age. The dog looked like he was about to bark and bite and the car was still around. 'No! She'll kill me if I go back!'

As though the dog was reading her mind it changed it's mind about barking and started licking a cut on her leg as if trying to help. Sango smiled, "I haven't met anyone or anything nice tome since I moved here, maybe it's because I've been in that hell house for too long with out coming out." she whispered quietly to the dog while petting its head.

To make sure that her aunt was gone, she waited a few more minutes and talked to the dog. After that she hugged it and ran to the back of the property, where she climbed over the fence and ran through others' property with out notice. When she finally reached a road and not a street she kept running not wanting to turn back, after getting tired she started walking no knowing where.

It was starting to get dark and she decided to ask for directions. She walked to a lady in her late forties or what seemed that way, "Excuse me ma'am, where's the train station?" The lady told her directions in which she followed, but since time wasn't on her side she rode the bus.

She got off the bus in front of a building that read in large letterings, "Nagoya Train Station" she walked into the building and spoke to the cashier. "Umm, when's the next train to Tokyo?"

The lady looked at the time, "In about twenty minutes, will you be taking that? Or the next one which will leave tomorrow?"

"I'll take the one now."

Sango sighed as she sat down on the comfy chair of the train and thanked Kami that she was still alive.

'This is going great! Now all I have to do is go to Tokyo and find Aunt Zana, tell her what an insane bitch her sister really is and I'm safe. Safe… I've never been more scared in my life, thanks mom and dad, you pretty much lead me out of there.

Wow, and I don't think that I would've gotten on a train if Grandma didn't load my bag with cash so that I wouldn't be bored in airport. Shit, Tokyo is a really big city, how am I going to find Aunt Zana? Well there has to be at least one person who knows her…'

With that thought in mind she fell asleep. A sleep that's been the most comfortable for two weeks.

"Good afternoon ma'am, what would you like for lunch today?" A waitress at a diner asked, "I guess anything umm how about your special? Umm another question, do you know where I can find well known lawyers?" Sango asked.

"Okay that's one special." The lady wrote down, "And lawyers, try the city. I mean this is the city, but I'm talking about the big part of the city, in the middle."

Sango smiled and nodded as the lady walked away. After a while she came back giving Sango her order and walking to another customer.

After Sango's brunch she walked out the diner. 'How am I going to find the middle of the city? Crap, maybe a cab would know.' She raised her hand to call for a cab when someone garbed her from behind; placing a hand over Sango's mouth the person dragged her into the alleyway.

Okay I'll stop there. Anyways I hope that my fic will be liked more.

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