She set her brush down, staring at her pale reflection through her mirror. Her eyes were dark, not as lively as they used to be, and the thick eyeliner she insisted upon didn't help. Her skin was soft and flawless, standing contrast to her dark raven locks. She frowned, looking away from her reflection, and slipping on her black zip-up.

She knew Inuyasha didn't like it when she dressed so dark, he never did. And he was always trying to convince her to wear something lighter, or put on less makeup. She never listened.

She wasn't exactly going for the whole 'dark look' that her friends tried so hard for…or maybe she was. She shook her head, glancing at the clock. Four o'clock. They were waiting for her.

She opened the door to her plumb colored room, shutting it quietly behind her. She glanced about the elegant hallways lined with doors. They were all open accept one, meaning Inuyasha was in his room.

She slipped her hood over her head, making her way down the marble stairs quietly, knowing his ears were a lot more sensitive than she wanted. When she reached the bottom of the curved staircase, she made her way to the door, slipping on her beaten up black Vans that were always in the same place.

She opened the door as softly as she could. Making sure that the sound it made when she shut it was merely a 'click'. It wasn't that she was trying to keep her social life a secret from her father; it was just that she knew he wouldn't respond to kindly when he finally did find out where she went. That's all.

She pulled her hood up over her head, tucking her hands in her pockets as she made her way down the long driveway to their hidden home. She glanced back at her house to make sure he wasn't watching her through a window before turning left down the deserted dirt road.

That was another advantage of living with him. He had luxuries that she wouldn't have dreamed of when she was living with Mama. Their house was two stories, with extravagant architecture that she could only image cost her father hundreds of thousands of dollars. He always shrugged it off and told her he had a nice inherent from his parents.

And of course she believed him.

She was just that gullible.

Her eyes brightened when she neared her destination; the old abandoned graveyard. They hung out there, in that nameless old wasteland. It was so much more to them though; it was the resting place of so many before them. She smiled turning the corner, and slipping through the tall black gates that you might find in a horror movie. It was a familiar sight; Sango sitting on the steps that led up to the mausoleum, chucking rocks at Miroku for anything he might try, and keeping a fair distance until She got there.

"Ah, Kagome!" Sango called, standing immediately, "You came!" She said.

She giggled and nodded, "I did!" She gave Sango a hug once she met up with her. "Sorry, I lost track of time and left late."

She smiled. "It's nothing Kagome, I'm just glad you're here." She said with a giggle, stuffing her hands into the pocket of her legendary old black sweatshirt. She'd been wearing it for almost two years now, and had named it 'Old Faithful.'

"What? Don't I get a hug, Kagome?" Miroku pouted, crossing his arms. She giggled and nodded.
"Fine, but hands where I can see them." He rolled his eyes, but held his hands out so that Kagome could give him a quick embrace.

"How's life been?" Miroku asked, as they headed towards the old oak tree, their usual sitting spot.

"Fine." She shrugged, "Nothing too new." She mumbled, sitting down next to Sango. "And for you guys?"

"Hell!" Sango groaned, leaning back against the tree. "My parents haven't been home for three fucking days and there is /nothing/ to eat!" She said, furrowing her brows. "I think they forgot about me this time."

Kagome frowned. She couldn't recall seeing her parents at home more then twice since she met Sango. They were one of the old couples who resided on cigarettes and gambling their whole life, leaving Sango home alone while they wasted their lives at the casino.
"You should have called me and told me to bring you some food, I know Daddy wouldn't mind." Kagome mumbled softly. She was always looking for a way to help Sango. It was all she could do.

She shook her head. "You're too kind Kagome, I'll live. I don't want you to worry about me. Besides, I can always walk over to Miroku's house and borrow some food if I have to." Miroku nodded in agreement.

She sighed, leaning back with her against the tree. "You could atleast come stay the night, I don't want you to be alone." She said softly.

Sango contemplated a moment, her face softening. "I dunno 'Kag…what about your dad? Doesn't he have work and stuff?"

"He won't mind. I promise." She said, giving her hand a quick squeeze.
"You could use the company anyways, my dear Sango." Miroku added.

She shrugged. "Fine. But only if it's okay with your father, I hate to be a pest." She muttered.

Kagome shook her head. "Oh no, he won't mind at all."

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Thank you to my reviewers, I greatly appreciate the fact that you took the time to read my story. I hope you like it, although I need inspiration and someone else's opinion. I was thinking of doing a lime or lemon KagomexSango scene, and that could stir up some angst. Please let me know.

Lots of love to you all.
Lemi