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Chapter Two: Breathing, Feeling…Again.

'ello! I hope you guys like this chapter…I found it hilarious, its lighter then the first chapter.

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Sango groaned as a light made its way across her face. Sighing she sat up and paused. Where the hell was she? A quick glance around the bland, spotless room made her think of an inn. That was until a very short old woman shuffled in the room. Sango watched, bewildered, as the old lady muttered and fussed about some rowdy boys that had to be taught a lesson. A slender dark brown eyebrow raised in both question and amusement as the woman took out a quite large wooden stick that she began to eagerly thrust around the sparsely furnished room. Clearly she was expecting to give those 'rowdy boys' a piece of her mind.

"Uhm…excuse me?" Sango murmured a shy tone in her voice from both having witnessed the old woman fighting an invisible enemy and at having obviously being rescued by her; she could now feel the bandages on her arm.

"AHHHHHH----EEEEEIIII!" The woman screamed, as she turned around, while still wielding the stick quite dangerously, however the stick wasn't Sango's only problem at the moment. Nope. The shining black kunai that the old lady had thrown at her head was.

Sango had ducked as soon as she had seen the elderly woman bring the black weapon out of the white and blue robes that she wore. Thankfully, Sango's action wasn't a moment too late, or perhaps it was since quite a few strands of her hair hadn't quite made it. Sango glared at the lady and was about to ask what the hell her problem was when she was suddenly faced with a much meeker, and definitely calmer, lady.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, dear!" The woman exclaimed as she hurried over to the part of Sango's hair that was pinned to the wooden wall of the shack. The old woman clicked her tongue as she ruefully shook her head. "We're going have to even out you hair, dear. I'm afraid that just too many--" the woman broke off as she began to sobbed loudly.

"Its okay! I was probably going to cut it anyway!" Sango soothed, or at least tried to, but the lady kept crying. Sango bit her lip in both growing irritation and guilt for making an old lady cry. 'What would Kagome think of me?' she thought. 'Surely she would have been mortified…' Kagome had always had a very high respect for elders. Sango thought a moment. "Please, stop crying! I'll do anything."

As soon as the words were spoken the short woman stopped her bailing with such an abruptness that Sango found her left eyebrow twitching. 'This woman…' Said woman smiled brightly up at her.

"Perfect! You can start by allowing me to cut your hair." She stated.

Sango inwardly flinched. Just what had she gotten herself into. And who the hell was this woman! Her contemplation was quickly halted as the woman began to chop mercilessly at the remainder of her hair. 'Why me?' she thought as she finally relaxed. The woman could just have her way with her…. After all it was only hair.

"All done! Why don't you go outside and look in the lake to see how you look?" The woman suggested before practically shoving her out the wooden door and into the bright sun-filled sky of what Sango guessed to be mid-summer.

Sango frowned as she stood in the very middle of what had to be a very small farming village in the middle of a vast amount of plains. She watched as a group of little girls skipped by singing a song, one that she hadn't heard before. That was odd. Not because she sang much herself, but because that she had been taught most of the most popular children songs as part of her training. The reason because in case she was doing a rescue mission she could soothe the child down with hearing a familiar song. But this one she didn't know. Sango now turned around to look at the house that contain the super hyper, and swiftly mood-changing, woman. And like she had earlier assessed, it was wooden, but now she could she that the planks had been quickly placed together in a makeshift shack…. something that could be abandoned easily. Sighing Sango realized that she had hooked up with a traveling band of…of…something. Shaking her head Sango promised to herself right then that she would do two things: first she would gather more information about the camp she was in and what type of people it housed. Then she would get her body back in shape and kill Naraku. 'Simple plan, Sango…well at least it sounds simple enough.' She thought. For right now, though, she would look at herself in that lake that the old woman had talked about…because people were looking at her weirdly.

Sharp silver eyes watched the newcomer with both something that he didn't mind describing and something that he did. He gave an amused smirk when she darted to the lake beside the old miko's shack. The staring of the people must have finally gotten through her pretty, dream-filled head. But just what had those dreams been about? They certainly weren' t the kind that made you all cuddly inside. No. They definitely weren't that kind…

Sighing he brushed his bold, and annoying, long red bangs and made his way crossed the dirt padded 'rode' and to her side. He stood there for at least three minutes. During the time he wondered if she even knew he was right beside her. He got his answer when quick as a flash she had backslapped him with a strength that he hadn't felt from a woman since his mother! He pouted cutely as he looked down at her; she was about half a head shorter than he was. She, however, saw beyond his undoubtedly good looks and into the inner hentai that had been trying so hard to look down into her kimono. He just shrugged with one hand as his other continued to nurse his bruise.

"Well, you can't blame me for trying. After all I am a man." He declared.

Sango growled as the color of red came to mind. "Hentai!" She snarled.

The well-muscled man beside her seemed to study her for a bit before he tossed her a lopsided grin. "Hentai, eh? Well, I suppose. I really have to say that it all depends on the woman. And I must say, miss, that you bring out the…eh…hentai in me?" He chuckled. He found that he thought that her face was absolutely hilarious when she was angry.

"I..I-I will slaughter you!" She shouted. 'How dare he!'

Without another word Sango gave the man a very strong, and very painful right hook towards the oh-so-cocky man. She huffed, proud of herself, when her punch knocked him off of his feet and into the lake. She contemplated jumping in after him to finish his 'lesson', but she quickly decided against it when she noticed all of the shocked glances that were pointed in her direction. Well what had she expected? She had just knocked down a man twice as wide as herself. She blushed darkly at the attention before she hurried inside the old lady's shack. Damn, what a hotheaded fool she was.

"HiiiiiiiiYaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Sango yelped as a short sword came crashing towards her in a wild sweeping arch. What the bloodily hell! Vaguely in the back of her mind she realized that she was quickly becoming a miniature Inuyasha. She realized a questioning eyebrow as the short woman suddenly leaped in front of her. 'Just what is she! And what in the world was her problem!'

"Are you ready! Are you ready to face me mortal?" The elderly woman questioned as she stuck out her sagging chest in a highly conceited manner. She then proceeded to shove her face into Sango's. "How did you like your hair, dear?" She asked in a very motherly way.

Shocked and confused Sango tumbled backwards and blinked. This woman was unbelievable!

"Well?" The woman challenged as she tipped her sword dangerously in Sango's direction. The message was pretty clear.

"Its fine. Just fine. It looks just like it used to…uhm…before." Sango muttered. She stopped herself once she said before; if she had went any farther she would have had to say, '…before they were killed.' And she just wasn't ready to say it…at least out loud. She had just started to come alive again.

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