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Hey people, anyways here's Chapter 5 and shit. Anyways I know that HPOHL is suppose to be updated before this but then I remembered that this was created first and should have more chapters so yeah.

Moving on, I just wanna say that I don't think I can update as fast as I usually did in the summer—if that was fast to start with. But like I said it won't be as fast as before.

So anyways lemme just apologize for making my estimations wrong about the storm. : ) I'm happy to say that it missed us, but then there was another warning the another two was made with it's tail or whatever the fuck they call it. Those two missed us as well and yeah. But I am NOT gone and I don't think I want to go. So here I am with the next chapter!


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Wanted Loneliness

: Chapter 5

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His mother stood from her seat with not a scowl on her face but a smirk, "Don't flatter yourself Koku," Miroku frowned at the sound of that irritating but all too familiar name, "you were a gift as well." He scoffed. "Believe what you want but when Kohaku was born me and your father were one of the happiest parents alive and we did not want our dear son to ever be hurt. Sadly what we wanted didn't come true and Kohaku was lonely. So we decided that maybe a sibling would do well. Me, not wanting to give birth again—oh Kami I seriously didn't want to go through that again—your father and me went to the orphan home and adopted you for a gift for Kohaku."

Miroku nodded looking like he wasn't getting offended, "I see! That's why Kohaku's butt-ugly and I'm fucking fine."

Kohaku smiled and turned back to his mother, "Nice story mom, I know you just don't want to hurt Miroku's feelings but why don't you just tell him the real story? Better yet maybe I should." He nodded, "Okay I will." He turned to his younger brother, "You see pussy-wipe, one day mom was walking around the park with me in a stroller. When we came near the trash bin she heard crying, thinking it was a homeless animal she went to go see only to find you—the shit of a dog. Feeling sorry for the little piece of shit, mom took you in."

Miroku laughed, "Fuck you guys, I was just messing around." The laughter of his older brother, mother, and nearby maids followed in content laughter. Forgetting why the conversation had started to begin with, Ossara apologize as well, "You know we were just joking too."

"Who said I was joking?" Kohaku chuckled receiving his brother's middle finger. Miroku shook his head and glanced at the quiet girl sitting down by herself. He walked to her, "Are we boring you?" He asked politely.

"Can I please be excused?" She asked lowly. He nodded and watched as she walked out the dining room.

"Umm, who is she?" Miroku asked looking at his mother. Kohaku had the same question and followed Miroku's gaze. "Sango."

"And she would be?" Kohaku asked before Miroku could. Both brothers were clueless and wanted answers. "If I tell you two then you two better not hurt her more that she already is understand?" They were confused, what exactly did their mother mean when she told then not to hurt her? She sighed clearly understanding her sons obviously didn't know. "Sango is an abused child and needs a place to stay."

"Huh?" The two brothers said not understanding why she was there.

"After Sango's parents died she had to live with her aunt. According to her she said that her aunt abused her and she ran away. She came to Tokyo to find her other aunt but she got lost and got even more abused in the streets. I found her earlier dying and I brought her home. I don't want you two to say or do anything that'll offend her." The two kept quiet and nodded to what their mother had said.

………

The lady placed the papers down and picked up the ringing phone, "Moshi moshi," she greeted, "Zana speaking."

"Good morning Zana, it's me Ossara."

"Oh hello, how may I help you?" She nicely asked.

"Well I was just going to ask you if you know Sango."

Her tone changed from cheerful to glum, "Yes, she's my dead sister's—I mean she's my niece."

"I'm sorry about your sister."

"It's okay," she sighed, "but what about Sango?"

"Well she's at my house?"

"Huh?"

"It's a long story but let's just say Sango's-" Zana interrupted, "Is there something wrong?" She asked starting to get worried. "Yes there is, but she's going to be okay. But you have to come over."

"Okay I'm on my way."

………

Ossara stood up from the couch as the maid walked in with her friend, "You do know that it's too early to be working right?" Zana chuckled and then remembered why she was there, "What happened?"

The two walked up to the room Sango slept in and found her watching TV. She turned her head to see Ossara and her aunt. She linked a few times wondering if she was just delusional. But she was real standing there in the flesh. The person she was looking for.

Zana looked at her niece in shock, "Why are you in bandages?" Sango looked own explained to her aunt what had happened.

As Sango finished her sad tale her aunt broke down into tears and hugged her niece hoping that she wasn't hurting her in the process. "Sango! Why didn't you just call?" Her aunt bawled. Sango couldn't help it no matter how much pain she was in her aunt was hilarious—Sango smiled causing Ossara to smile as well knowing that Sango was happy to see her aunt. "I never thought about that. Besides I don't know your phone number."

Zana let go and sniffed, "I just can't believe Zandrine hasn't gotten over it yet."

Sango frowned hearing the name Zandrine. "What's going to happen to her?"

"Even if she's my sister she can't get off with what she did." Zana had stopped crying and spoke in a serious and at the same time angry tone, "I'll put her in her place—I'll put her where she belongs."

"You can do that?" Sango asked.

Ossara chuckled, "Your aunt isn't my lawyer for nothing, Sango."

"You'll be alright Sango, I haven't lost my mind." Zana smiled.

"Not just yet." Ossara added, "Hey! What's that suppose to mean?" Zana pouted. "You're too much of a workaholic it's just a matter of time until you blow." Zana shook her head, "Nah, that's nothing."

Just then a maid walked in carrying the clothes Sango was wearing when she was brought there. The maid politely made her way in and greeted the three ladies before telling them what she was doing there and placing the clothes on Sango's bed. "Ma'am when we were washing your clothes we found a knife in the back pocket."

Sango remembered that she did have a knife—the knife that she took from the group of guys. But then she realized that she obviously forgot she had one. "Oh…" Sango trailed putting the worn but now cleaned clothes onto her lap. The knife gleamed as it hit the light. It was her first time to actually get a good look at it. It had a blade that was around two or three inches and had a smooth, sharp, and well cared for look. It was pretty nice—when it wasn't directed to someone's throat.

Sango sighed placing the items back onto the bed before getting up. "May I walk around outside or some air?"

"Of course you can."

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Sango sat down at the same place she had sat down before—by one of the pools. And just as it had happened before Kohaku had seen her and walked up to her. He easily sat himself down next to her and grinned, "Hey, you're that girl right?"

Sango shrugged, she didn't ant to talk to him. It wasn't because that he was a guy and all those things it was just because she wanted to be alone, that's one of the reasons why she usually excuses herself, but then again she also didn't want to talk to him because of the first reason—because he was a guy and that she didn't know if she could trust him or not.

"I'm Kohaku, remember?"

She nodded.

"Wait I know your name, lemme think…" He stopped and grinned again, "Sorry, what was your name again?"

"Sango."

"Oh yeah! Umm can I ask you a question?"

She shrugged.

"What happened."

"Curious?"

He nodded then smiled warmly, "If you don't want to talk about it I understand, I just want to know."

She nodded, since he was Ossara's son maybe there was an exception. She told him his story and all he could muster up was, "Whoa…" He looked down and then looked up and then smiled again. He wrapped his arms around her feeling her tremble upon his touch. He quickly let go of her, "I'm sorry, it's just that if someone feels bad another person hugs him or her to make him or her feel better." He chuckled, "You must not like being touched by men after what happened huh?"

"I don't care."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not worth being cared about."

He chuckled again, "Even if you say that you don't care that doesn't mean nobody else does. Like my mom and your aunt and I'm sure there's a lot more people who feel the same."

"Whatever, I don't give a fuck."

He scoffed and placed his hands on her cheeks making her look at him, "And now, even if you noticed it or not you've made a friend. Me. And since I'm your friend I'll obviously care. So brighten up! There's more to live for!"

'He's really kind, maybe I should be a nicer.' She thought. Deciding to change her mind she shrugged again.

He stood up and stretched before lending a hand, she didn't accept and stood up on her own. He smiled understand her situation, "Hey Sango," he called out, "Do you wanna do something?" She didn't answer. He took that as a yes and stood in front of her so that she'd stop walking, he looked her up and down, and carefully grabbed her arm and started jogging.

"Where are we going?" She asked. "You look ready, we're going to cheer you up." He led he into the house and into some room.

He closed the door behind him. The room was dark and she couldn't even see her hand in front of her face. Her stomach turned, everything that happened before played back, he nights of screams and pain. Every breath made her wonder 'What's he going to do?!' But at the moment he laid his hand on her shoulder she couldn't breathe. Her tears fell once again.


Well I hope this chapter was enough for your liking! So yeah let's move onto the reviews.

-KeeraSango: It's alright to be hyper, really it is. Well here's my update. Yeah your right, it is Miroku

-Sango-the-darkwindwarrior: Glad to know you think that and yeah I updated!

-Chibi06: Yes! High school does suck, it really sucks! I have this one fucking teacher that's always on my fucking case! And worst of all it's boring! I mean yeah they don't give that much work actually very little but then the "boring-ness" causes me to be lazy! I hate school. Moving on, I'm happy to know you enjoyed the previous chapter!

-xCrystalx89: Guam, it's like the target of storms or something! But still... Yeah I heard about Storm Charlie, it's good that it missed, it always does suck when it hits. I just updated Defining Together, if you didn't notice it's okay but yes I updated. And you don't have to read it if you don't know the anime, it'll be hard to understand.

-Sango's Counterpart: LoL! I know it's kindda weird that Kohaku and Miroku are brothers but in my other fic Kohaku does cuss. But hopefully you'll get used to it. Yeah Sango's sad. Thanks!

-elemantal: Glad you like the chapter! Yeah... Hot baths are nice, so relaxing... Don't stop reading! I'm NOT gone!

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