The Fire Within
Summary: A teen orphan in the streets of modern Japan, a no one. One rainy day taken in the care of another teen, as time passes, can the two focus their thoughts and replenish a hidden fire within? AU, Shoujo Ai, Sango/Kagome.
Flaming Soul: Hiya! I'm back with a new fan fiction! I've read a lot of Kagome/Sango fan fictions so I decided it were about time for me to write one myself, and so, here I am! ) Heh, I sort of switched the attitude of Sango's and Kagome's. . . You'll find out, sorry if you don't like it, but I do, it's somewhat a new twist from the usual.
Oh, and sorry if Sango and Kagome are a bit off.
Shout out to Armor King and Erufu-chan for being the best ever online friends in the history of online friends, so this story is for them!
Disclaimer: I will only say this once, and that I don't own Inuyasha! (Although it would be so cool if I did . . .: Laughs: )
"Talking"
'Thinking'
((My wonderful but annoying notes))
Chapter 1
The sounds of thunder rumbled through the air as people quickly vanished from the streets and into the comfort of their warm homes. Rain falls from the sky in a seemingly endless torrent of water.
Black leather boots splashed against the water, as a womanly figure ran, and like everyone else, she was hoping to find shelter from the pounding rain. As the woman ran, she noticed another figure in the rain. The woman stopped as she tried to focus her eye sight on the shadowed figure. Then she noticed that the figure didn't have any cover from the rain.
"What the-?" muttered Sango under her breath. 'Who would be out here in the rain, just standing or something, wouldn't they want to get out of the rain?'
Sango's sensible half of her mind urged her to go and find shelter, while the other caring half wanted to go and at least try and help the person. Soon after a quick mind battle, her other half gave in, and her sensible half took over, and Sango went running to the other person.
As she got closer she saw that the person had their back to her. She slowed down to a walk and camp up behind the person and moved her umbrella to cover the person as well as herself.
The other person abruptly stopped as they no longer felt the rain hit against them. Slowly the person turned around, a black cloth covered the person's face, showing only their eyes through raven-black bangs.
"You should go and get out of the rain," said the person, the cloth muffled their voice. Their piercing brown gaze peered through the bangs, and looked deep into Sango's eyes. Sango instantly recognized that it was another woman's voice.
"As should you," said Sango her voice higher then normal and sounded slightly scared at the other woman's gaze. She was some what relived as the woman closed her eyes.
"I'm going to be alright," stated the woman, as she took a calm step backwards, from under the umbrella and out into the rain. "You need it more then I do." Her eyes reopened, as the woman swiftly turned around and began to walk away.
'What the-?' thought Sango, as the other woman continued to walk away, heedless of the pounding rain. Sango let out a small sigh and once again ran after the other woman. She played out the reset and covered the woman's head once again.
As if on cue, the woman like before, stopped. Unlike this time though, she didn't turn around. Instead just turned her head slightly to the side, so her right eye could be seen, the eye peering into Sango once again.
"You should take your own advice to heard," said Sango, physically and mentally stiffing as the other woman's hard brown-eyed gaze. Though only one eye could be seen, it still had the look of when the woman fully faced Sango.
"Hmmm . . . You won't leave until I am out of the rain, yes?" asked the woman. Her eye searched for an unspoken answer within the depths of Sango's eyes. "Thought as much, but answer me this. Why do you care so much about my health, and well-being, even though I am nothing but a lowly stranger to you?"
Though taken back, Sango answered immediately with out any hesitation, "For you seemed to need it more then I." As Sango looked at the other figure, something dawned on her. 'The woman's voice . . . You can't place an emotion on it . . .'
"Ahhh, you only presume that I need it, but I don't." said the woman, and just like Sango had come to realize, her voice is empty and emotionless. "You should go, and find some shelter for yourself."
"What about you?" asked Sango, worried.
"What about me?" answered the woman, as her thin eye brow raised slightly up, the only time where Sango could read their expression, despite it being only a little.
"Aren't you going to go to your home?" asked Sango.
"I don't have one," said the woman dully. Her eyes slowly losing the sharpness and grew slightly glazed. As if the woman didn't want to remember that she didn't have a home to go back to.
Sango was speechless, but her face didn't show it. "Oh. . ."
"Exactly why you should get to yours," said the other woman, turning around fully to face Sango.
"Then why don't you come with me?" asked Sango. Before the woman could answer or object, Sango cut in, "Wouldn't you rather be dry then soaking wet in the rain?"
The woman was silent for a few seconds, then spoke, "I guess so, but I wouldn't want to be a nuisance to you."
Sango waved it off with a hand and gave a smile, the first since she had met this new woman, "No, no, not at all."
The other woman shrugged her shoulders, "You lead the way then." Said the woman, showing a slender hand, gesturing that Sango was to lead and that she'd follow her.
"This way," said Sango, turning to face her left. The woman followed silently beside her, her footsteps or her body and clothing for that matter, didn't make a single sound. The two walked in an awkward silence.
"My name is Sango. What's yours?" asked Sango, as she faced the other woman.
The other woman looked at Sango at the corner of her eye, "Hmm, my name? How about I tell you when we're at your place?"
Sango looked taken back but she soon regained herself a spilt second later, "Umm, sure I guess. If you prefer talking inside, then sure."
The woman stayed silent, as if she prefers not talking to someone. ' Maybe she's not used to talking to people. . .' thought Sango, as she peered at the other woman through the corner of her eye. ' It sure seems like it.'
"We're here," stated Sango, as she climbed the steps. The woman took a quick once-over at the shadow-ed building and followed Sango in.
Sango took off her long, and wet trench coat, her black leather boots and closed the umbrella after shaking off the extra water. She wore black flare pants, with a white button blouse, showing a slight bit of cleavage as the first 3 buttons of the shirt were undone. Sango then headed into another room, which as the woman could see was a living room.
"You can hang your coat in here," said Sango, pointing to the closet. "We can put your shoes by the fireplace, so that it can heat up and dry out quicker."
Sango then went into the living room, flicked a switch on the wall to her left, and all the lights came on. The walls were painted a cozy orange hue, white crowning adorned the lining of the walls. Three white comfy-looking couches were placed around a glass coffee table, orange and white striped pillows lay on the couches. A flat-screen tv stood behind the glass coffee table. The brick fireplace was to the left of the tv.
Sango then walked over to the fireplace, tossed a few logs around and over and threw in a lit match. Sango saw in the corner of her eye her guest, the woman, come in the room.
That's when Sango saw that the stranger just so happens to be a teenaged girl, and looked about her age as well.
"So, are you going to tell me your name?" asked Sango. Gently coaxing the small fire, into a larger and warmer flame.
The teenaged girl walked in and sat down by the fireplace, her back against the slightly warm bricks on the side.
"Of course, I did tell you that I would say it when we got here," said the teenager as she looked at Sango. "My name is Kagome."
Sango looked over to the girl named Kagome. She wore black baggy pants, which had a few small rips on it, a thick dark indigo shirt, that had a rip showing her bare shoulder, black ragged wristbands on both her wrists, and old worn-out black runners on her feet. Sango then spotted a dark colored cloth around the other girl's neck. 'That must be the cloth that had covered her face when I had first saw her.'
"What are you looking at?" asked Kagome, as she stared at Sango. Kagome's stare seemed softer to Sango then it did when Sango had first met Kagome.
Sango's eyes wide and she shook her head, "Nothing, nothing at all."
"If it was nothing then why were you looking at me?" asked Kagome, smirking rather smugly. Her soft chocolate-brown eyes gazed deep into Sango's eyes, seeking within its depths for Sango's true answer.
"I-I was just looking at you," stuttered Sango.
Kagome's eyes narrowed, "You're only telling half of the truth, I can see it in your eyes. . . Tell me what that other half, or would you rather that I guess?" A mischievous glint shone slightly in Kagome's eyes. ' Say guess, please say guess . . .' thought Kagome, obviously already had a thought formed in her head.
Sango stayed silent. Kagome just started at Sango all the while as she waited for an answer out of the other girl.
"You intrigued me," whispered Sango, as she stared at the flames. "You seem different then most average people. That's all. . ."
' She's telling the truth. . . She must be something else . . .' "Well then you are right," stated Kagome drawing Sango's attention from the fire to focus on herself instead. "I am different then most people, but then again, no one in the world is the same. Hmmm, might I ask, how did you know that I was slightly different then the average person?"
Sango was struck by how Kagome had answered her. ' Guess she's more then what she seems to be . . . There goes that saying " Never judge a book by it's cover." 'That simple question, she thought for a bit before saying. "I don't really know, I just have this feeling that you're different, call it an intuition."
"Well then, you got a pretty good insight then," said Kagome, who looked a lot calmer now. Her eyes looked about the whole room, drinking in every bit of detail that there was. She saw the clock. "3:30 pm, I shall leave at 5, seeing as I do no want to be a hindrance to you."
"What? No, really you can stay the night. No, you wouldn't be a hindrance after all you agreed to come and you are my guest," said Sango. "I'll check the news, it's raining pretty hard."
With that said Sango crawled closer to the coffee table and grabbed the remote watching the TV as a commercial about some new cereal went up. "If the weather turns pretty bad, do you plan on staying, Kagome?" A gentle and inviting smile appeared on Sango's face.
"I guess so . . ." said Kagome, as she fidgeted slightly for a more comfortable position. Sango noticed this and handed her a soft pillow that used to be on the couch.
"Thanks," said Kagome as she placed the pillow behind her and leaned against it. For the first time since she had met Sango, she allowed herself a small smile.
'Kagome sure looks pretty when she smiles,' thought Sango as she spaced out when Kagome had smiled, but Sango quickly got a hold on herself and shook her thoughts out of her mind as she heard the announcer's voice.
"Be forewarned, this may turn out into a storm and if it does, it's going to be lengthy just by the look of it," said the announcer on TV. "So stay inside your homes and check here at the Daily News for updates."
As the announcer continued to speak about sports so Sango then turned the TV off. She then took another look at Kagome. "Well I guess if you don't want to risk getting sick or something, I think that you should stay awhile, just like what I suggested before the announcer said about the storm."
Kagome shrugged, "Okay," and closed her eyes and sighed. ' She's certainly the kindest person I've ever met in my life . . .' "No one has ever been this kind to me . . . So I thank you very much."
Sango looked up surprised, but with a soft smile. "You're welcome. Why weren't you ever treated like this?"
Kagome flinched, and as Sango was about to take back the question Kagome answered. "As you know I am homeless and now a days anybody who were homeless are being looked down upon and are not ever given a thought nor glance. The crowds upon, crowds of people just pass us, not one of them even strayed their eyes my way."
Sango's looked changed her expression from surprised to sympathetic. "You know that I would gladly let you say here for as long as you wish, even if the storm is over."
Kagome opened her eyes, "I know, I can tell from your attitude towards me that you're a kind-hearted and caring for any one that asks for help. I once again thank you for your wonderful kindness but I do not wish to be more of a burden if I were to stay longer then that is needed. It would be rude of me to do so."
'Kagome has an unusual way of speaking to people and about herself . . . Also I cannot see, place nor hear any emotion from her that is happy. . . Her voice is so hollow. . . As if she's always been so sad. . . I wonder what made her this way? Cause I can see that she was more then this. . . Right now, she seems as if she's just a shell of what she had used to be. . .'
Flaming Soul: Well that was a shorter chapter then I would've hoped. You see my usual length per chapter is a 9 to 11 page on Microsoft Word. A lot I know, but I like it that way. This chapter just so happens to be around . . . 6 pages long, 3 off my usual.
Although I've gotten emails from my last couple of stories saying that I write too much. Well I'm just asking, do you think that I should regulate the chapters around 5-6 pages and increase the amount of chapters. Or, just keep everything the same?
Well I must get going, so R&R and ja ne!
