Disclaimer: I still don't own InuYasha or any such related characters. I do own the random people who walk up now and then. Well, I don't, but I'm going to say I do.

Kat: After a month long hiatus, and the fact that I said I wouldn't come back, I've come back. I need to write. That's my life. And I'm not in the mood to write my actual book because… I'm lazy? So… yeah…

Chapter 1: Two Years Later

It had been two years. Two longs years had passed since one chocolate haired girl had left Japan to live in America, and she was finally back. Her parents hadn't had the easiest of times in America, needing to learn English and find jobs they were qualified for. Most people wouldn't hire them, despite the fact that the girl's parents were exactly what the stores and businesses needed, since some people were still racist about the Japanese. A family meeting had been held, and everyone, with arguments from their daughter, had agreed to go back to Japan.

Hm… I wonder if everyone still goes here, she thought, letting her dark brown gaze rake through all of the students to find a familiar face, and her locker. The girl held her books in her arms as she walked, holding them up to her chest so that she wouldn't get book dropped, something that had happened to her many a time in America. Her locker came into view, and she walked over to it, looking down at the slip of paper she had in her hand to find her combination.

'Thirty-two…' she said, spinning the dial on the combination lock to the left three times, then stopped on the number. 'Six…' she mused, turning the dial to the right, after passing said number once, and stopped on the six. 'Fifteen…' she said and turned the lock to the left and pulled on the lock when she got to the right number. A click was heard signaling that the lock had opened and the girl took it off of the locker and opened it, putting it back on and locking it. She sighed and put the books she didn't need for her first class into her locker and pulled out a one inch thick binder and an Algebra book, putting them in her arms.

The bell rang just as the dark haired girl shut her locker and started down the hall. Inhaling deeply she, stopped in front of her classroom for a moment, then reached a hand out and opened the door and walked in, looking over to the teacher. 'Sango Taijiya,' she mumbled, already knowing that the teacher was going to ask for her name since she was late. 'I couldn't find the classroom,' she said in an attempt to get out of being marked tardy, 'I'm new here.'

One rusty haired girl looked up from the piece of paper she had been writing on when she heard the door open, but then looked back down and continued writing. When she heard the name, her head snapped back up with an eyebrow raised as she watched the girl stand calmly in the front of the classroom. 'It can't be…' she mumbled and shook her head as she ran a hand through her hair and went back to writing. Her hand quickly moved across the paper as she wrote down her thoughts in incomplete sentences; she could make them complete later. With a sigh, she set down her pen and put her head in the palm of her hand, resting her elbow on the desk as she let emerald green eyes gaze out the window, showing a faraway look in them.

'Miss White?' the teacher asked, now standing beside the girl after several failed attempts to get the young female's attention from the front of the classroom. She waved her hand in front of the girl's eyes, and then snapped her fingers up close to her face when she made no move when the hand was waved in front of her face. 'Ayame, will you please stop daydreaming and listen to me?' the teacher asked, irritation quite obviously showing in her voice. After several minutes of silence on both parts, the teacher looked around the classroom, hoping someone in there knew Ayame well enough to get her to wake up. 'Does anyone know how to get her to pay attention?'

Sango walked up behind Ayame and grabbed the book from the girl, then flipped through the pages of it, not paying attention to what was written, but to the girl who had snapped back to reality and was searching for the book. 'Here,' she said and handed it back to the rusty haired girl with a slight smile, then headed back to the front of the class to grab her books, which were resting on the teacher's desk. 'Still the same as always, huh?' she asked when she got back to the female, who was fuming.

'Miss White, would you please just listen to me? All I ask is for your attention for five minutes and then you can go back to doing whatever you were doing before,' the teacher said, tapping her foot impatiently as she crossed her arms over her chest. After receiving a nod from the female in front of her, who was still fuming and glaring at Sango, she started to explain. 'Ayame, I'm assigning you to be Sango's guide through the school for today. You will take her to her classes and help her if she needs any-'

Ayame snorted some and looked back at the teacher, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, 'She won't need any help.' With that, she went back to gazing out the window, deciding to ignore any other comments from her teacher, or anyone for that.

'Why can't you just listen to me for once and be nice?' the teacher asked and sighed in defeat, then turned to Sango. 'Please excuse her. She's been like this for the past year or so. She's usually kind to others, so don't be afraid to ask her for help.' She smiled sweetly then walked up to the front of the class and started to take roll, skipping Sango and Ayame's names since she knew that both of them were there.

'Still as anti-social as always?' Sango asked as she sat down beside Ayame and looked over at her, knowing she was going to get some insults thrown at her. Leaning back in her seat, she put her hands behind her head and looked up at the ceiling, tossing sideways glances at the silent girl beside her. After getting no response, Sango shrugged and yawned, then closed her eyes, hoping to be able to get some sleep during the class since she hadn't gotten much at home.

Once again, the rusty haired girl had gone back to looking out the window, her head propped up by her elbow and resting in the palm of her right hand. Her left held her pencil loosely and moved it in her fingers, the ends hitting every so often when she hit it hard enough with one of her fingers. Deciding it was best to put the fact that Sango hadn't written to her in at least a year, Ayame figured she should at least say something to her. 'Some people don't change as easily as you because they grew up with the people they're going to school with and have never gotten along with them,' she mumbled through clenched teeth. 'I'm trying to think, by the way.'

'Aya,' Sango began with a sigh as she turned towards the girl, 'calm down. I'm just trying to catch up with you since we haven't talked in so long.' She assumed that was the wrong thing to say, which it was, because she got no response from her former friend and it didn't look like the other girl would say anything this time. Inhaling deeply, Sango shook her head and put her elbows on her desk, resting her chin in her hands as she propped them up on the desk. 'Alright, I'll be quiet,' she mumbled out of the corner of her mouth as she looked down at the desk.