You Don't Know Me

Chapter 3: Ghosts of the Mind

I am SO sorry this took so long! Writer's block hit me REALLY hard! I couldn't write a thing! And my dad (glares) screwed up the internet so when I finally did finish the chappie I couldn't post it! Grr…

Thankies Sara and Bro for the help! Couldn't have gotten this done without you two! This one's for you guys! LOVE YA!

Disclaimer: Gods people! I do NOT own Inuyasha! But I can always keep dreaming…. (perverted laughter). Umm...oh yea! On with the fic!

"Mama? Mama where are you?" She let the bag drop to the ground. She moved through the house looking for the missing woman. A faint trace of smoke filled her nose, over whelmed by the smell of beer. 'Great…' She thought sarcastically. 'Why does she keep doing this?' The girl continued to walk through the house, eyes darting this way and that, looking for any sign of movement.

"Mom?" The girl called out again. And anguished cry sent her running down the hall towards it. She burst through a door and looked around franticly. "Mom!" Someone gripped her from behind and shoved her to the floor.

"Where is she! You took her from me!" The person threw a wild kick at the girl on the ground. "Give her back! Give me back my baby!"

"Mom! Stop, it's me!" The woman fell to her knees and hit the young girl again and again.

"Stop lying!" She cried over and over again. She grabbed her daughter by the hair and yanked her up. The girl cried out as her mother hit her once again. Her cheek began to bleed from the inside as the girl bit it to keep from crying. Her mother pushed her to the floor again. The woman stood above her glaring down. "Give her back or I'll kill you!" Her voice was deathly quiet. The little girl's eyes widened as she watched her mother pull a gun out from God knows where and aimed it at her. "Tell me where she is! NOW!" The gun made a small click as she prepared it for fire.

"Mama…" The word was so quiet it was almost not heard. "Mama it's me…" Tears began to leak from her brown eyes. "I'm your little girl…" The woman shook her head and she aimed her weapon at the girl in front of her. "I love you Mama…" Her mother slowly began to pull the trigger.

"NO!" The shot rang out in the small room as the boy held down his mom. She fought against him, screaming with frustration and rage. The boy tightened his grip on his mother as he whispered soothing words in her ear in hopes of calming her down. The boy spared a glance to the girl on the ground. Her eyes were wide and blood trickled down from the corner of her lip, but she seemed well enough.

The girl slowly stood up after a moment. She glanced behind her at the hole that the bullet had left there. A shiver ran down her spine, knowing that if the boy hadn't stopped her mother that hole would be in her head. She watched her mother in the older boy's arms as her struggles started to diminish and her eyes close.

"She's passed out." The boy said flatly. "Not a big surprise considering how much beer she's been drinking." He grabbed a near by blanket and out it over the woman. "You ok?"

"Sure…" The girl replied a little shakily. "Is she…?"

"She's fine. Probably wake up and not remember a thing."

The girl nodded her head slowly, eyes glued to the floor. "Sis?" Her head snapped back up and she saw her older brother deep blue eyes staring at her. "Are you sure you're ok?"

She gave him another unconvincing nod and muttered something about being hungry. He watched her make a hasty retreat sadness filling him. The boy let a few hot tears drip from his eyes. For his mother, for his brother, for his sister, but most of all the horrible hell that he and his siblings had to live with every day. They're mother drank…they're father hated them and hurt them. They had nobody but each other. "I'll take care of you guys." He vowed. "I'll take you away from here and then we can finally be safe and happy…"

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The boy's blue eyes narrowed slightly as he hit he dummy again. His bare feet shifted position and he kicked out nailing it in the chest. He moved again and punch, the cloth around his hands splitting. "Damn it…" He cursed even though he didn't really care. He sat down on the cold cement and looked at his hands. They were large, full of calluses and had a thin scar between the thumb and first finger, from sheathing his sword.

He broke the last few strings that were hanging on and took the white fabric off. After wiping the sweat off his face he shoved the cloth into his pocket. He yanked another piece of fabric out of his other pocket and with it rewrapped his hands.

He slowly stood up, moving in a circle as he looked at the sky. The boy walked a few awkward steps before pausing once again. He blinked slowly, eyes opening to show they have changed from a lighter to a darker, duller blue. They stared off into space, almost trying to find something in the clouds.

Sudden rage filled the human as he spun around, throwing a furious punch at the dummy. Deep breaths filled his lungs and were slowly released; yet did not succeeding in calming his anger. 'Why do I keep hearing it?' He shouted within his mind. 'Who is it? What is it?' His foot kicked at invisible rocks on the ground. The boy took a few more deep breaths sucking in the cool air all around him. 'Am I going mad?'

Sudden power filled him and a voice whispered, "Not mad… One of our kind do not go mad. We are mad. Mad for power, for blood. You crave it. You need it. Why don't you give in to it? Save yourself the pain. Her blood would taste so sweet. Warm with life and power… Just a little wouldn't hurt anyone. Only a little bit…"

"NO! Stay away from her! Leave her out of this!" She didn't know. She couldn't know. He would hurt her, kill her. Take her as his own. The boy clenched his fists. No one would take her away. No one!

Cold chuckles filled the human's ears. "You a mortal, think you can command me? You humans are fools beyond compare!" Its marry voice turned into one of deathly seriousness. "But remember this boy, I get what I want, and if I want her I will have her. And nothing, nothing, you do will ever stop me. Walk softly or you won't walk… or do anything else for that matter." The power rushed from his body leaving he with the feeing of weakness he despised.

He felt his knees buckle and the boy collapsed to the ground. "Are you ok?" He froze, panic filling his chest, threatening to stop his breath. 'No!' His mind shouted at him. How long? Did she see it all? No. She couldn't have. But, what if…

"Are you ok?" She asked again. He heard the worry in her soft voice.

"Fine." He muttered. He got up and walked quickly inside, pushing her out of the way, never once looking her in the eye.

She watched him go, hurt sneaking its way into her heart. One word made its way pasted her lips, a name, "Sota…"

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"MIROKU!" The vampire in question rubbed his very red cheek, that the slayer was so kind to give him. The third person there just sighed and shook her head.

"Miroku, you're an idiot."

"Rin! You wound me deeply!" His face held the expression of mock hurt.

The 14-year-old girl sighed again; deep brown hair with red highlights fell in her face. Shoving them behind her ear she looked at a very pissed off Sango. "How many times was that? 23? Wow!" She moved her gaze to the other person standing in front of her. "What are you trying to do Miroku? Break a record?" The ex-monk gave her a small grin and a slight nod, hoping that Sango didn't see. Luckily for him, she didn't.

"God damn it Miroku! Can we please get some training done?" Sango planted her fists firmly on her "very sexy" (as Miroku fondly refers to them) hips.

"Very well Lady Sango. Let us continue…" The sentence was barely out of Miroku's mouth before Sango charged at him. He quickly rolled out of the way and threw an attack of his own.

All Rin could do was watch them attack, dodge, block in a series of blurry movements. The girl couldn't help but sigh and shake her head. 'Those two really need to hook up. I hope I'm not as blind as them when I'm older.' With one last glance at the sparing pair she ran off towards and near by building. 'Best not be late again.' She thought as she ran. 'Sesshomaru-sama don't like it if I don't get there quick.'

Black hair got into Miroku's face as he dumped the little left in the water bottle on his head. After finally pinning Sango to the ground and getting a bump on the head for a naughty little comment he got to sit and catch his breath. The vampire looked over at the girl lying on the high grass staring at the sky. Her lips were parted slightly and they looked soft… "What happened to us?" He asked quietly. But not quiet enough.

"What was that Miroku?" She sat up and looked towards him.

"Nothing." He said quickly. "Nothing at all.

Sango looked at him closely. His eyes seemed to be looking past her. She closed her eyes and felt the sadness that laced his aura. She had never seen him like this since… 'Oh god…'

-Flashback 4 years ago

"It won't work Miroku. I'm sorry, but I can't..." Tears leaked from her brown eyes.

"Why Sango?" He was desperate. He wanted…no needed her. How could she throw it all away?

"You know why." She said a little more coldly than necessary.

"Oh so you're discussed with me!" Miroku shouted, quickly becoming angry.

"No! It's not like-"

"Shut up! Do you think I WANT to be like this? Have to drink human blood in order to stay alive? Well let me tell you something, I don't!" He could feel the hurt rise to his throat, choking him. "All…all I really want is…you…"

"I won't be Turned Miroku. I won't be a vampire."

"Not even for someone you love…?" The question came out as a hesitant whisper. He was afraid to hear the answer.

She paused. She didn't want to hurt him. She LOVED him for God's sake. All she wanted to do was say yes, she would Turn if only she could be with him forever, but she couldn't. She knew it…he knew it. "No…" She said quietly. "Not even for you…"

The pain in his heart was unbearable. This couldn't be it. It just couldn't be! "Sango…" He would not cry. He refused to cry. But his tears had other plans. They ran down his cheeks and dripped onto his chest, wetting his shirt bit by bit. "Let me become human…" He whispered desperately. "Let me become human…please. Then we can be together." He took her hands in his own and looked into her eyes, the most beautiful eyes in the world.

"No Miroku…" More tears leaked from her eyes. "I…I can't let you do that for me…"

"I don't care about the risk Sango." He pulled her closer to him. "You're beyond worth it."

She pulled away from him and looked away, not being able to take the hurt in his eyes. "You may be willing to risk it, but I'm not. I won't let you risk death for me. I can't do it!" Sango wrapped her arms around herself; trying to protect her heart from all the pain she was causing him. "I won't!" She cried. "I won't!" She fell to her knees. "You cannot have it. I will not give you what you need to do the spell."

Miroku stared at her in disbelief. What was wrong with her? Were all the things she said to him lies? Did she really not care? His last thought turned his hurt into anger. "Fine." He said coldly. "If that's what you really want, I'll be leaving. Goodbye Miss Sango." And he left, slamming the door behind, leaving the girl to sob on the floor alone.

-End Flashback

Sango felt the pain from that day stab at her heart. 'I don't care for him…' She repeated inside her mind. She heard movement next to her and was surprised to see Miroku sitting next to her.

He had a small smile on his sad looking face. "You ok?" He asked softly. "You seemed troubled by…" He let his voice trail off looking at her with those memory filled eyes.

Sango wanted to cry. He didn't look like himself; this was not the Miroku she knew! He was happy. And perverted, but he always had a smile on his face. Not like the one he had now, this one didn't make his eyes light up. It was filled with sadness and hurt.

She looked away not able to take the furan look in his eyes. Sango stared at the grass, tweaking it with her fingers. She knew he was looking at her. She knew that he was thinking about that day when they first parted. She couldn't help but wonder if it pained him still too… If he dreamt of it still at night... If it brought tears to his eyes just thinking of it… If he regretted it with all of his heart and soul, as she did everyday……

Miroku was unable to tear his eyes away from her bowed head. Oh how he missed her! Her smile, her touch, the way she kissed him, the way her hand always managed to find his. He missed the way she would hold him and the way she felt in his arms. But most of all he missed the way they would just sit together at night and when they were starting to fall asleep he would whisper, "I love you…" And how she would always say, "I love you too, Miroku…" just as she fell asleep. Then they would just stay like that, sleeping in each other's arms…

Miroku slipped his hand under her chin and moved her head so he could see her eyes. He felt himself lean closer to her and press his lips to hers. There was a startled gasp and a pause. Neither moved until finally Miroku felt what he had been longing for, Sango softly kissing him back….

Author's Note: (runs from giant mob chasing her) I'M SORRY! Please don't kill me! I gave you fluff! See? (points up) Fluff, good fluff, and a promise for more…. Heh heh! So…yea…I'll update as soon as I can! And there will be more! Inu/Kag fluff later guys! Ok?

Love and hugs to all of you!

Suaru