Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or anyone in it, but I do own the plot and stuff for this (I think?). This will be the only disclaimer I put on this story, so don't say I didn't say I don't own the characters, because I do! I mean I don't, er, I did! Well, you know what I mean:Grumble.:

Two Years Later

Summary: Sango and Ayame knew each other since they were infants, but when Sango moves to America their sophomore years and comes back as a senior, will their friendship still hold or will they let their differences get in the way?

Prologue

It was a gloomy Saturday morning, around eleven-thirty, give or take a few minutes, and two girls sat outside on the curb in front of a house with a moving truck in the driveway. Both looked to be about fifteen- and sixteen-years-old and as though they were in their tenth grade, or sophomore, year in high school, maybe their freshman year, but the first part was the truth. The wind blew some, causing both of the girls to shiver and pull their coats tighter around their bodies and huddle closer together in silence, not wanting to ruin what they thought would be their last few hours together by saying something stupid. One of the girls sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest, putting her arms on top of them as she buried her head into her arms, sniffling slightly as she tried to keep from crying. The girl whimpered slightly and looked back up, resting her chin on her arms, and looked out into the middle of the street where two boys were running around in the middle together, neither of them realizing they wouldn't be able to do that soon. Another gust of wind blew by the two, shaking the trees to their roots, causing the movers to stop what they were doing in order to gather the papers that had flown off in the breeze.

'D-do you have to go?' the girl who was hugging her knees to her chest asked, turning her head some to the person who she was talking with. 'I… You could live with me; my parents wouldn't mind if you stayed…' She sighed and lifted her chin off of her arms and ran a hand nervously through her rust coloured hair, biting her lower lip as she got no response from the girl beside her. A whimper escaped slightly parted glossy red lips as she buried her head back into her arms and tightly closed her eyes, no longer trying to keep her tears from falling. All she could think about was how she was losing her best friend because her friend's parents had decided it was time to move and had found another house in America. America! Why did it have to be, of all places, America? There were plenty of other countries near-by that they could have decided to move to; they might have been the same as Japan, but America was so far away and it was… different, to say the least.

'I'm sorry, Ayame,' the one besides the now silently sobbing girl said as she placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, trying to comfort her. The girl lifted her hand off of Ayame's shoulder when she felt her kind of push it off and sighed deeply, glancing to the ground while she played with the ends of her chocolate brown hair. 'Don't hate me because of my parents' decision; it's not like I want to go with them, I just don't have much of a choice because both of them are going. I know your parents would let me live with you, but I want to stay with my family. You know how close we are…' She groaned and shook her head, putting it in the palms of her hands as she propped her elbows on her knees. No matter what she did, she couldn't think of anything to say that might make the silence go away and remain gone; she knew how Ayame was when she got upset and how she didn't like to talk until she had calmed down some. 'I promise to write to you every week and call you at least once a month, alright? We'll stay best friends and visit each other whenever we can, now stop being so sad and lets go do something before I've got to go.' Standing up, she grabbed a hold of Ayame's hand and pulled her to her feet, smiling happily as the other wiped her tears away and nodded.

Ayame sighed and nodded, tucking away the sheet of paper and pencil she had been carrying around since she had woken up, into her jeans pocket with a slight sigh. She had been in the moment to write something, but her best friend was more important than writing at the moment, especially since they wouldn't be together much longer. 'Alright, but you have to keep those promises or else I'll come after you, got it?' she said, laughing a little as she linked arms with the girl and leaned her head against her shoulder. 'Sango, you'll come visit over the school breaks you have in America, right?' No matter what Sango would say to her, she had a bad feeling they wouldn't be able to keep their friendship together while living in two different countries separated by an ocean. 'You're leaving me, and I have no clue what I'm going to do at school now; I can't stand people and you know it. Anyway, change of subject; how about we go see that movie you've been wanting to see before you leave, huh?'

Sango nodded her head slowly and looked down at Ayame with a slight grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, 'Alright, sounds like a plan.' She walked down the street with her friend and towards the movie theatre, not really caring that she hadn't told her parents she was going out one last time. It's not like they would have said no, anyway. 'Hey, what'd you put into your pocket?' she asked and pulled the piece of paper out and started to read through it, though only got to the second line when Ayame tore it out of her hands. 'Oh, sorry, I didn't know I couldn't read it…' she said, sighing somewhat as she looked at the ground when she felt Ayame pull her arm out of hers.

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Two and a half hours later, Ayame and Sango came out of the theatre, Sango looking at the watch she wore in one of her belt loops while Ayame looked at her cell phone for the time. Two-o-five. Both of the girls knew they should probably head home since they knew Sango's parents would probably be ready to leave and wondering where their daughter had gotten to in the past couple of hours and why they weren't informed. They started walking, neither saying a word to each other, just staring ahead of them and at the ground, sighing on occasion because they wanted to say something but couldn't bring them selves to talk, or because they were bored now. The silence remained until they had finished the walk to the front of Sango's house when Ayame decided to speak, though her talking didn't last very long.

'Here,' she mumbled and pulled a sheet of paper out of the back pocket of her jeans as she handed it over to the brunette. 'It's… nothing special, but I wanted to give it to you…' she said quietly, her voice cracking as she spoke and tried to hold back tears. 'I wrote it this morning before I came outside to help you pack the rest of your stuff up, but I didn't want to give it to you until now…' She sighed some and nervously ran a hand through her rust coloured hair, her emerald green eyes resting on the sheet of paper Sango was now holding. 'Well, I'm going to go… I'll… I'll see you around…' With that, she turned on her heel and dashed off towards her house, hoping to be able to get inside before she started bawling her eyes out.

Sango:

Just so I don't start crying when we say good-bye, I won't be talking. This should sum just about everything up for you and why I won't be there to wave you off like I promised I would do. I love you more than a sister, and with you leaving me to go to America, I don't know what I'm going to do without you making both us attempt to be more social than we usually are. Haha. There's more I want to say, but I have no idea how to put what I'm thinking and feeling into words… Promise you won't forget me and you'll keep in touch with me, and I'll promise you the same.

Now I'm crying…

Well, good luck in America!

Love you lots,

Ayame

Besides Ayame's name was a small chibi drawing of her holding a tissue in the air as she waved off a moving van with Sango looking out the window. Ayame was crying and Sango was close to tears in the picture, but she wasn't quite there yet.

Sango sighed after she read the note and looked up to where Ayame had run off to, just seeing her red-brown hair as she ran into her front door. She shook her head and carefully tucked the note into her pocket, then started over towards her parents, who were standing by their car with their doors open, waiting for her to get over there so that they could leave. 'Damnit, Ayame,' she mumbled and quickly brushed her tears away as she climbed into the car and unrolled the window, sticking her head out as she looked over towards Ayame's room where, sure enough, Ayame sat, looking out the window. Both of the girls gave weak waves as Sango's parents drove off down the street, taking Ayame's best friend away from her for what Ayame thought would be forever.