Disclaimer: I still own nothing… except for this idea.

I'm surprised that no one else has thought of this idea first - at least, no one that I know of. Since I don't feel like exporting and removing the text again, review responses to Chapters 1 and 2 will be listed here. Sorry about the confusion. I finally fixed Chapter 2.

Blusorami: A lot of the things you're curious about will be answered by the final chapter.

Tashachan28: This is an ongoing story. Although I'm still uncertain as to how many chapters there will be.

Bonzo the Fifth: I found it strange myself that no one has attempted to write about Sango getting a chance to go back in time. I wouldn't say the Bone Eater's Well has that much significance to the storyline, as Kagome doesn't need to go back and forth every day, but it is the main reason for the whole adventure in the first place.

Ninalee-chan: Inspiration for TMTR? I'm done, I'm just not posting yet. :looks around nervously: Maybe I shouldn't have said that… Yeah, sometimes I do that as well. I start reading something, and if it gets boring I read a different novel until I feel like going back to the original story. Well, the whole emotional thing has to come first… and who says Sango will be able to correct her past 'mistakes', as she would call them? Eh:grin:

YoukaiTajiyaSango: I'm glad you're intrigued.

I still think the Content/Chapters feature is stupid. You can't rename your chapters. :throws random objects at the monitor:

The morning came quickly. Sango sat up, still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and bracing herself for Inuyasha's usual complaints about how they needed to get moving so they wouldn't waste any more time resting while there were jewel shards that still needed to be found.

But it never came.

She glanced around, and her widened in surprise as she took in her surroundings.

"It can't be…" she whispered, barely aware of speaking. Slowly she stood up, momentarily forgetting what had just happened.

A tall wooden gate wasn't too far off from where she had woken up. A wooden fence was around the outskirts of what she believed to be as her village. Slowly she approached the gate, stretching her hand as if afraid to touch it, for fear that she might actually be dreaming. But just as her fingers came in contact with the closed entrance, she backed away and whirled around, her voice sounding anxious with a slight hint of uneasiness.

"Houshi-sama?" she called out, her eyes searching everywhere for evidence that they had been here, although she didn't remember how on earth she had travelled to her village so quickly. "Kagome-chan? Inuyasha? Shippou?"

No reply came.

The anxiety in her voice died as a realization struck her.

They hadn't been travelling in the direction of her village. In fact, they had been heading in the opposite direction because Kagome had sensed a jewel shard coming from a remote village, a few hours awayif travelling on foot. The last thing she remembered was having that night-time talk with monk, when she had expressed some of her most vulnerable fears.

I went back to camp… and fell asleep, she thought. Her gaze swept over Hiraikotsu, which was lying a few inches away from her spot in the grass. I don't remember travelling back here… maybe I am dreaming. It wouldn't be the first time I've dreamt about coming back to my village and seeing everyone alive. Then something else struck her as she looked down.

I'm wearing… my battle outfit? Where's - where's my casual outfit!

Indeed she was wearing the battle outfit that allowed her to be extremely flexible whenever she was in battle instead of the usual pink and green kimono. A frown took over her expression as she struggled to figure out what had happened.

This doesn't feel like one of my nightmares though. No one else is here… no one from the group, anyway. We weren't travelling in this direction, so how did I end up here? And why am I by myself?

"Houshi-sama?" she tried once more, and again only silence greeted her nervous-sounding voice. There was no sign of anyone.

Well, while I'm here, I may as well go in and pay respects. But I wonder where the rest of the group could be.

She turned back around and knocked on the wood, hoping someone would hear her and open the gateway. A few seconds later, the noise of the wood creaking open caught her attention as the entrance opened to let her in. Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw.

After Naraku had destroyed her village that fateful day, one of the few things left standing had been the wooden fence itself. Aside from the weaponry hut, along with a few other broken huts, everything else had been completely destroyed. Dead villagers, animals and carts had littered the floor and dried blood had darkened the soil, making the stench of death even worse than it already was. The few buildings that had existed in their village had been shattered and splintered by a massive horde of unsuspected demons, and when they hadn't been destroyed to the point where the walls could barely support the roofs, explosive fires had done the rest of the unrelenting damage.

Now, however, the buildings were upright, the walls as sturdy as if nothing had ever happened to them. The huts were undamaged, and the sounds of happy children and adults ran about, getting on with the day's business.

"Welcome back, Sango-chan!" a villager said cheerily to her, but Sango was too shocked to reply.

"What -" she began, then a younger, adolescent voice spoke up. A familiar voice.

"Welcome back, Ane-ue!"

It - it can't be!

The older taijiya struggled to make speech. "K - Kohaku?"

The boy stopped a few inches away from her. He was wearing his casual grey outfit withthe scythe attached to the back, his hair tied back into the small ponytail, and the joy at seeing his sister after one of her 'missions' that usually filled his adolescent expression flickered, concern in his eyes as he watched her. "Ane-ue? Are you alright?"

The villagers around them had momentarily stopped their work to observe the siblings.

"Ane-ue," he repeated, coming closer to her. She still hadn't taken her gaze off of him and it was starting to make him uneasy. Something like sorrow, desperation and disbelief had mixed in her eyes, yet she made to move to reach out to him. "What's wrong?"

Finally, as if realizing where she was, she shook her head and attempted once more to make her mouth form a coherent sentence. "Kohaku… you're… you're alive?" she said, her voice still sounded shocked. "You're not… you're not under…" She momentarily raised her hand out as if to reach him, but then dropped it. Her sentence trailed off as she stared at him, almost unable to believe what she was seeing.

What's going on?

"What do you mean?" he asked, starting to look embarrassed. "Of course I'm alive. What are you talking about? I'm not -"

The rest of his sentence was abruptly cut off when she literally flung herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, causing a flush to appear on his face. But the look of embarrassment faded as he realized something:

She was crying.

Her head was buried in his shoulder and the tears dripped onto the material of the outfit he wore, making it slightly damp.

"Ane-ue! What are you - what's wrong?" he quickly asked, trying to pull away. It was no use. She was holding onto him so tightly that he could barely move to even hug her back. But this wasn't just a friendly, affectionate hug between siblings; there was something wrong with her. Her hold on him felt desperate. As if something terrible had happened.

Finally, after several minutes had passed, she pulled back to look at him, her face shining with a sort of happiness that was impossible to describe. Tearstains covered her cheeks, but she was smiling. "Kohaku, you're alive! And you're safe!"

Of course he's safe, he's in our village with everyone else. It looks like no harm has been done to him. But what happened? Why does everything look so…

… alive?

She stood back up, only vaguely aware of her brother's questions about her 'odd' behaviour. The smile never left her face as she looked around, taking in all of the people scurrying about and the huts untouched by a particular horde of demons. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that she clearly remembered what had happened to her village about a year ago, she would have thought the annihilation of her village had never happened.

But there was no way this could be real. There was no way any of this could possibly be real. Huts didn't rebuild themselves, people didn't just get resurrected unless a serious ritual of some sort had been properly done. Every single person she saw had either died at the extermination task that night, which had really just been a distraction to destroy the village and get the remaining shards of the jewel, or had been killed by the demons back at her village.

"Ane-ue, what happened?" Kohaku kept asking her, trying to regain her attention. "Ane-ue! Did something terrible happen?"

She briefly looked back at him, still in some kind of daze, absently wiping the tears from her cheeks. "No… I'm - I'm fine," she answered, trying to compose herself.

Yes, something terrible had happened. You and all the others had been killed.

As that thought crossed her mind, the strangest possibility entered it. She didn't know where it came from or how she knew, but as soon as she thought about the possibility, she knew she was right.

I've been sent back in time. There's no other explanation.

It must have been what I said last night. I wanted to go back in time to fix things. I wanted another chance to save my brother and father. But who would have enough such power to be able to do that, and why would they give me a chance to do this? No demon holds enough power to do something like this.

The smile faded from her face as she noted the building in which her father would soon be telling her about the power of the jewel. She was barely aware of Kohaku's questions and concerns about her sudden emotional behaviour as she started walking to the building, but she didn't have time to explain. Not that she thought she would be able to. If she was right, then Kohaku and the others wouldn't be able to remember anything about their inevitablefate. If she was right, the diversion would be tonight.

She only had a few hours. The expression on her face hardened in determination.

I will not allow it to happen again.

Whatever happens… I have to make sure that we get back in time to save the village.

It's all up to me.

Finished typing - July 3rd, 2005

Posted - July 5th, 2005

Wow. This is actually going somewhere! It's turning out a bit more differently than I had planned, but I think I'm keeping the plot smooth. Well, what little 'plot' there is, anyway. I honestly don't know how many chapters there will be, but by this point, I believe I will have at least 5. Maybe a few more than that. :shrugs: If there are any grammatical errors that I have not yet caught, please let me know.

Iggy would really appreciate it if you reviewed.