Author's Notes: Here we go, peeps... fourth chapter of Anywhere But Home: "Taking Over Me" Going for the least cliche-d version of this song, These are Sango's thoughts about Kohaku, but hopefully, Sango won't sound like an incestual pedophile... HA ha ha... and By the way, in case you're stupid and haven't noticed that I've changed my penname, i'm pleased to tell you that i've changed my penname. it was Dark-Spirit-Kitsune. It is now Winter-Whisperling. This is to shake the officials who say this fic isn't supposed to exist... Shhh... don't tell anyone...

Disclaimer: woot... I don't own anything...no shit, sherlock. you figured that out on your own! No way! OMIGOD! MARK A HOLIDAY! SOMEONE FIGURED IT OUT! onward, then...

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Sango sat, her eyes sad and incoherent with the amount of thoughts and memories swirling about within the depths. It was obvious even to Inu-Yasha that she was dwelling on Kohaku. The Taijiya sighed... She missed her little brother so much. He was all she had left. He was her everything. But maybe.. somehow, they would get him back.. somehow...

/You don't remember me, but I... Remember You/

It was so stupid of her to think about him, though. He didn't even know who she was, but she missed him so much. It wasn't fair. It couldn't be. If there was some supernatural force up there who had this all planned out, then it was even more depraved than Hoshi-sama.

/I lie awake at night and try... Not to think of you..

But who.. Can...Decide... What they dream?

And dream I do.../

She had spent so many sleepless months, just dreaming, in a daze, about what things would be like once she had him back. She tried to stop her thoughts from trailing off and running away with those types of imaginary little wonderings, but she couldn't help it. Everything she loved about her family and their profession, how brave and strong they were, how they had died fighting, how much she missed them, rose when she thought of her one little brother. The only member of anything she could ever call a family that stil existed.

But she was sure he would break out of Naraku's hold somehow.. He had already refused the demon's orders once, in protest to the commandment of killing Rin, the human girl who followed Sesshomaru around. (If you don't know that, screw off). She honestly still held out faith that somewhere, deep down, his soul still existed, and with it, his life, his memories, his spirit. The things she missed most of all. 'He has to free himself somehow... He has to... I won't give up on him... Not yet!'

/I believe in you!

I'll give up everything, just to find you!
I have to be with you:

To live, to breathe

You're taking Over me.../

"Sango..?" Miroku came in, leaning heavily on the doorframe, his staff in hand. He looked stressed, totally unlike his usual, laid-back persona, "Are you okay, Sango-sama?"

"Huh..? Oh.. I'm fine, Miroku, thanks..." She said absentmindedly.

"We'll find Kohaku, Sango-sama, I swear it. I won't give up until I can see you smile for real, even if it's just for once." She looked up at him in surprise, but he just gave her his confident smirk, before turning and walking back out the door.

"Miroku..." She murmured, surprised, but soon her thoughts trailed back to her lost little brother. She wished just for once, that he would look at her, in the eyes, with an emotion, any emotion. Be it anger, hatred, vengeance, anything! 'Kami-sama, anything! Please, God, just give me a sign that he can still remember me!' She found herself sobbing, her knees pulled into her chest, and her head down, resting on them. She cried despite herself, her warrioress's spirit so close to breaking, holding by a single thread. Everything said she was so strong for someone her age. 'No, I'm not! Dammit, are they blind! Don't they realize that it's just fake! Everything's fake!' She went back to pleading: Please, just give me a sign, Kohaku! Let me know that you remember me! Please! Please! Just remember me...'

/Have you forgotten all I know... And all we had..!

You saw me, mourning my love for you...

And touched my hand...

I knew you loved me then.../

It was ripping her apart. It was as if she couldn't love him anymore; Like he was no longer her brother, he was just some monster that had to be destroyed. She prayed it wasn't like that. She remembered, back when she was allowed to love him, how she had taken him for granted, back when he used to love her. Back when the unbreakable, devastatingly powerful bond between younger brother and older sister, united by one cause, still existed. But no, no longer did that emotional tie live. It had died with Kohaku himself, with her family, with her friends, with her very soul. 'Please, Kohaku... I'll always believe in you! But I don't know how much longer I can convince the others that you're worth it! Miroku seems to be with me... but... I don't want to burden Inu-Yasha and Kagome-chan.. or even Shippo, so please, Kohaku! Hear my voice! Listen to me!'

/I believe in you!

I'll give up everything just to find you!

I have to be with you, to live, to breathe,

You're taking over me/

She could see him everywhere, his face, his smile, his eyes, everything about him. Even that horrible scythe that betrayed his character. It was so unlike him, how cold and merciless its glistening steel surface, how boldly it contrasted his warm, shining eyes. By the gods, she missed him. And she couldn't forget him, either. It wasn't something that could be erased with any amount of good deeds and dreams. She saw him everywhere.. Everywhere.. His face was reflected back at her, his eyes haunted her... That smile of his, so happy, so young and naive... 'It's not fair! He was too young, Dammit! Naraku, I'll KILL YOU!' She picked up a mirror Kagome had left and looked into it, at a futile attempt to take her mind off things. What she saw honestly scared her. A broken girl stared back at her. The bloody shards of her shattered soul burned through her sad eyes, red from crying. The marks of her tears trailed down her face. And then, the image changed. She saw him again. She knew she would. She always did.

/I Look in the mirror... See your face..

If I look deep enough..

So many things inside..

That are just... like... you... are... taking over.../

Sango slammed the heel of her hand into the mirror's surface, immediately sending glass shards shooting in every direction. They skimmed her face, her neck, her shoulders, and they slashed down her entire arm. Her wrist was nearly cut through. Miroku came, and, having personal experience, (and bruises for proof), on how girls didn't like to be interupted, stood outside the door and... knocked.

"Sango-sama!" He called into the room, "Are you okay! I heard something break! Are you all right!"

"Fine!" Her voice came back in muffled reassurance. He breathed a sigh of relief and she continued, "Kagome-chan's mirror broke! My hand just caught the worst of it!" She hurriedly wrapped the nearest piece of spare fabric around her bleeding arm. It happened to be the small square of cloth she used to carry her armor guards in. The guards lay, littered on the floor, scattered, like her hopes and dreams of recovering and awaking from this nightmarish mission she was on.

"Well.. since you seem to be fine... May I come in?" Miroku's tone was worried, rushed. He sounded... concerned. The realization of this struck Sango far worse than the mirror's splinters had.

"Umm... okay...?" She returned, her voice quavering and unsure. He darted in immediately.

"Good...G-Sango-sama! Are you okay!" His gaze turned away from the shards on the floor and to her. She was currently pressing the cloth deeply into the slashes on her wrist and hand, allowing pressure to do its work.

"Fine..." She said quietly, "Sorry about that." She turned away. He kneeled down in front of her, catching her eyes and staring her straight in the face.

"Don't worry about it. Ever." 'Because I love you, Sango...' Of course, he did not say this last part out loud. He was too much of a damn coward, "Well, do you need any help cleaning this up?" He gestured to the glass on the floor.

"Sure.." Sango said. She moved quickly and quietly, showing her training, as she edged around the sharp diamonds on the floor. She used pieces of her armor to sweep the shards up and hold them long enough to dispose of them outside. 'Miroku.. please forgive me.. But... I need to worry about Kohaku first.. but don't leave just yet... Because.. I can't live without you, either... Just give me some more time...'

/I believe in you...

I'll give up everything just to find you..

I have to be with you...

To live!

To breathe!

YOU'RE TAKING OVER ME!

I believe in you!

I'll give up everything just to find you!
I have to be with you!

To live! To breathe!

You're taking over me/

'Just give me more time, Miroku... because... I love you...' Sango thought desperately, as she threw away some glass into the nearby river, where it wouldn't be trodden on by an unfortunate child. Her arm had nearly stopped bleeding, but her mind was far away from her almost-fatal injury. 'Kohaku... give me one more chance.. I'll prove to you that I won't.. I can't leave you in Naraku's grasp! So... please... don't give up on me... I'll never give up on you...I'll never forget you...'

/(Taking over me)

TAKING OVER ME!

(taking over me...)

YOU'RE TAKING OVER ME/

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Author's Notes: please tell me this chapter was better... please! I know it still sucked, but it's the first time I've ever really put myself into my work at all, so please tell me it's better. If it is, i will be happy and do it more often and not hold back with it at all and if it isn't any better, then i'll be sad and may have to go break a mirror... and i won't do it anymore... and by the way, if deletes my account, i'll probly move.. further updates will be posted if this happens. I'll start a new penname re-post all three stories with a discontuation note and a new address that you can find them at. I also have close to 7 or 8 new fics in the works, but they will not be posted until Shadowfox and The Demon's Reign are done. but anyhoo, on a lighter note: woot... that is all. thank you.

blah... i'm sooo bored...

Next chapter: "Everybody's Fool" Kagome returns to the feudal era in a sudden fit of rage and confronts Kikyo. The truth stands: someone's going to get hurt. And they're both willing to risk it all. Insults will be exchanged. Hatred will rule. Ever heard the myth that priestesses don't cuss? heh heh.. that ends, come next chapter... mwahahahahahahahahahahahaha How will it end? Who will win this battle and Inu-Yasha's heart? Hell, I don't know, and I'm writin' the damn thing... oh, and expect some more Sango/Miroku in some later chapters probably. Just because they're one of my fave anime couples... so nya... ((sticks tongue out)) later...

Review Responses: sorry, i've been uber-lazy with these... but here are the ones for the last couple of chapppies:

Darth Saboteur-Chapter 3- thankies sooooo much! you people rock! heh heh heh... next chapter there's gonna be some serious hatred rulin' heh heh heh... hope no one here has anything against cussing... heeeee..

lil' devil 2004-Chapter 3- YAYYYYY! A NEW BESTEST-BESTEST-BEST FRIEND! WOOOOOOOOO! heeeeee thankies again for how cool ur reviews are. You rock. End of story.

NaokoMageofDarkness... or Hopless-Savage or whoever the hellsies you are these days, Naoko-chan-Chapter 2- of course you like it, goofball. ur my friend... Durrrrr... WOOOOOOT! BABY CARROTS! ... and yes, indeeedly-doodly-doo there is another chapter, naoko-chan... heee someone forgot to take their medicine today... heh heh.. j/k, Naoko-chan..

Hopless-Savage-Chapter 3- of course you like my stories because ur my friend. that's the unspoken rule. u can't just go around flaming ur friends... DUH... and i will do my best to keep this fic running as long as possible. just to piss off the people who say I can't.. ha. so there. woot. that is all.

Rachel-Chapter 3- "Hello" is one of my fave songs too. and I did bring that tape... eventually... lol. and yes, America and Goochland do indeed, suck ass. Canada ROCKS! GO CANADA! and yeah, we had fun.. besides Sean and Matt going around and bothering random Canadians until they said "Eh" ... poor, innocent Canada never stood a chance...