(One year later. . .)

Inuyasha was sitting on a picnic table at a park, trying to ignore his friends' bickering. His best-friend Miroku, was sitting next to him as he tried yet again to grope Sango's butt.

Miroku was just as tall as Inuyasha, but one inch shorter, and the same age. He had black short hair that was tied into a tiny ponytail. He had dark blue eyes that almost looked violet, and light skin. He was lightly built and was known as a 'lecher'. His grandfather had been trying to get him to join the monastery to be a monk, but he couldn't hack the whole, 'chastity' thing. There wasn't one woman out there that he didn't flirt with, but his favorite, was Sango.

Sango was a 5'6 teenage girl with brown hair and brown eyes. She always had her hair up in a pony tail and wore light pink eye shadow on her eyes. She had a slim body with a few muscles here and there because of sports. Her bangs ended right above her eyebrows. She was known as a very determined girl and she never went 'steady' with anyone.

Sango was writing on her paper when she got up to reach for another pen. As she came back to sit down, she noticed that the table seat had either gone soft, or, a certain someone's hand was under her rear, now gripping. She grabbed her notebook, smacked whoever it was next to her and kicked him off the table. She looked down at her victim.

"Miroku! You lecher!" Miroku stood up from the ground and dusted off his clothes.

"That's what I'm known for." Sango made a disgusted face and Miroku quickly reacted.

"But only to you my love, only to you." She grumbled and went back to her writing.

Miroku went back to sit next to Inuyasha and was looking over at what Sango was writing.

"Sango?" She kept her face down writing, not picking up her head.

"What?"

"Why do you write so much? And to whom?" Sango perked up with a smile.

"Glad you asked! My best friend, she's finally coming back to the states from Japan!" Hearing this Inuyasha turned around with slight interest.

"Why was she in Japan?"

"She went for an exchange program and now she's coming back!"

Miroku seemed interested as well.

"For how long did she leave for?"

"She left last year. But she said she's coming and staying for good."

Inuyasha flinched a little at hearing Sango say, "last year". He turned around and crossed his arms in anger.

Sango noticed this and cleared her throat.

"Did I mention that she's very pretty? And nice?" Miroku smiled.

"Sango, you can stop trying to find someone for me, all I want is you." Sango rolled her eyes.

"Not for you, dumbass! For Inuyasha." Inuyasha just scoffed.

"Keh! Like I'd want to meet her!" Sango stood up and placed her hands on her hips.

"Inuyasha, it was a year ago, a YEAR AGO! Get over it!"

Inuyasha just "kehed" and ignored them both.

'They don't know what they're talking about. They didn't know her, and they didn't know us.'

Miroku felt uncomfortable and went on with the subject.

"Anyways, when is your friend coming?"

"Today, in about an hour and a half ! I'm going to go meet her at the airport, and her family just bought a new house, well, it's the old-"

Inuyasha stood up and left. Sango eyed him and looked at Miroku.

"Lately he's been very, VERY, moody. What's his deal?" Miroku sighed.

"It's gonna be the 'one year' anniversary already. He can't get over it."

Inuyasha was already walking home. It wasn't far, his home. It was a nice three-story house, well, almost a mansion, thanks to his brother.

'Half brother.'

He couldn't remember why he didn't drive to the park, but it didn't matter now. He just wanted to go home. He remembered that he wanted to visit the old shrine before school started tomorrow. One week had already gone by and it was hell. Tomorrow would be the anniversary when Kikyo broke up with him and moved away. Where? He didn't know. Wish he did, though.

'Anyways. . .'

What mattered was that he go to the shrine and reminisce on that day. He made it home within the hour. He walked inside his home and noticed his adopted niece was waiting outside his brother's study.

"Rin? What the heck are you doing?" She turned to him and ran up to him.

"Inuyasha, your home! I'll tell Lord Sesshomaru that you're here!"

She happily ran into the study, and came out in three minutes.

"Okay, he knows you're here!" she quickly ran up stairs to her room and closed the door.

'Sometimes I don't get that girl.'

Rin was about the age of 6. She had black hair and dark brown eyes. She had light skin and always called her adopted father 'lord' and by his first name. Her family was killed in a fire and only she survived. Sesshomaru, Inuyasha's older half brother, was doing a charity for the adoption agency for his company. He met Rin there and adopted her immediately.

Sesshomaru on the other hand, could be generous when needed. But other than that, he was a business tycoon. He was a hard earning business man who gave mercy to no one. Most of the time he was quiet and rarely showed emotion, but just one look of his glares gave anyone the reason to run. He was a bit taller than Inuyasha, his hair was more silvery, and it reached to the back of his knees. He wasn't a hanyou like his brother, he was full demon.

Inuyasha made his way up the stairs and into his room. He closed the door and just lay on his bed.

'Tomorrow morning. . .I'll go tomorrow morning.'

It was early but he didn't care. He didn't bother to take off his clothes or any thing, he just laid there, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.