"Sango!" The words were clear, but Sango didn't respond to them. She was huddled away from sight. She knew the best hiding spots in the village, so no one could find her if she didn't wan to be found. "Sango please come out!" She heard her father cry. She huddled up tighter.

No. I refuse to have a little brother. Father's hard enough on me as it is without another responsibility.

Sango shed another tear, trying to keep herself invisible. Once again her father called out.

"Please, Sango, your mother wants to talk to you." He said. "Sango, stop this."

…

Sango could feel herself go limp as the anger, guilt, and fear that had fueled her die.

Sango, stop this… She heard herself think. Those were the words that first helped me accept my baby brother, and look how much grief that caused me…Behind her she could tell that Miroku was uncomfortable with InuYasha holding her like that, but he was bearing it.

"Sango," The Monk began. "InuYasha and I have come to an agreement." He said, taking a breath.

"Since we both love you, no matter how different the reasons, or ways, we want you to be happy." InuYasha finished. "No matter what you choose." InuYasha let go of her and stepped over to Miroku. Once again shock as scared off Sango's voice.

"See Sango, the thing about it is…" Miroku began uncomfortably. "I was being selfish, and I was very wrong." InuYasha coughed rather than saying anything on that subject. "And… Well, I'm terribly sorry I hit you…" He finished lamely. "But the point is," He began again. "Even if you don't choose one of us, we'll stand by you as faithful friends."

"Think about it." Said InuYasha. "Do you want to come back to Kaede's village?" A tear dribbled down the side of Sango's muddy face. She nodded dumbly. InuYasha hoisted her back into his back, and they set off, very anti-climactically. Until…

SMACK! THUD!

…They realized it was a good thing Miroku wasn't carrying anything.

…

Sango woke up. She felt emotionally numb, and drained. To go along with this feeling, it was overcast. She felt that heaviness in her lungs, and shoulders that was depression she couldn't track. Her jaw mussels would occasionally spasm as she held back tears.

What had she done to deserve this? What had she done to deserve hurting her best friend, Kagome? She didn't want this at all. She found herself almost wishing they'd never killed Naraku. Instantly she shook that thought off. Wishing things like that was bad luck.

…

From in the spirit realm someone ripped from their flesh was pulled. But this pull was different that the others… It was distinct, but only briefly. However, fortunately for this spirit, they had a very good memory… They found the little opening, and just as it closed…

…

Shippo walked into Kaede's guest hut to wake up Sango for breakfast.

"Sango-San, Sango-San!" He said, shaking her shoulder – which was about as big as he was. Sango sat up groggily. Several voices of her subconscious thought were whispering, but they stopped – Or at least got very, very quiet – When she woke herself all the way.

"Nhh?" She asked. Shippo smacked her to try and get her a little more alert.

"Augh…." She protested, falling back down onto her pillow.

"Sango-San! Wake up!" Said Shippo.

After a while – much longer than it should have been – Shippo woke Sango. Kaede looked up from her cooking and smiled at Sango. InuYasha was propped arm on knee, with his other foot under him. Miroku was sitting how he always was. They were both still eating. Sango was overly aware of everything they were doing. She was beginning to question herself now. Before she'd thought she was in love – or at least a little bit – with Miroku, but now she didn't know what she felt. She tried to think about… About… About anything! She ate her food, not really paying much attention to what it was. That just didn't matter enough. Not compared to everything else in the area. She got up to go to the stream, cause she felt dirty. She couldn't tell if it was emotionally or physically. She dipped her foot in the water, and it was ice cold. She didn't care. She plunged in, and some of the whispers in her subconscious seeped through…

If only there were a way to make everything different. To make it all go away… To END it…

Sango looked at the water. Water… Something filtered through her numbed mind, and the few brain cells unaffected screamed at the rest of her mind…

…

Sango woke up. She felt a rush of something other than air come out her lungs. She hacked, and coughed it out. She felt scared. It was almost relieving to be scared. She looked up at Miroku, who had managed to push the water out of her lungs. She felt thankful, and guilty for… For… She couldn't quite remember why she felt guilty. Miroku rapped her in her kimono to take her back to Kaede's village.

…

Sango looked around in a daze. Kaede had insisted that Sango stay in her hut. So far Sango had figured out how many reeds were in the bamboo curtain that covered Kaede's doorway. She was bored, bored, bored! She sat up, but Kaede moved the breakneck speed – and that in its self shocked her enough to lay her down - to put her back to bed. Sango sighed.

"Sango, what were you thinking? Why would you do that?" Sango closed her eyes. Why had she done that? When she thought about it, she didn't really know. I was sort of a numbness, as she recalled, but it was a blur.

"I don't know." She admitted. "I was just feeling… Helpless…" She said. Kaede grumbled.

"And you don't now?" Asked Kaede. Sango shook her head with a slight smile.

"No. Actually I feel better than I have in a long time. Well, emotionally, that is." She said, wheezing out a little more water.

"Miroku said he wanted you to go straight to him when you were feeling well." Said Kaede. Sango nodded, getting up.

End Chapter Eight

Don't forget what TP? Huh?

Um, anyway, I'll be gone in a little while, as said before, but I'll post a new chapter thursday night before I leave.

BYE!

Miko-Chan