Chapter: 2 New Beginning

Disclaimer: So I forgot to do this last chapter but blah blah blah I don't own Inuyasha…must you remind me:- ( sadness.

A/N: Ok well here is the second chapter, which is actually more like the first since the last was sort of like a prologue. Anyway I got plenty of hits last time but no reviews so if anyone wants me to update YOU HAVE TO REVIEW, that way I know someone is at least reading this story.

Kagome pulled into Sango's neighborhood, pulled out a crinkled piece of paper from her pocket, and looked at the address. Her house should be around here somewhere, Kagome thought as she scanned the houses she could see. It wasn't a very good neighborhood. The houses were old and most needed work, but that was all they could afford with Miroku attending college and Sango in high school. Kagome turned a corner and saw a nicer looking two story home, you could tell it was probably fifty years old. It had recently been painter a nice light blue color. The style of the home was almost Victorian, but not quite. "Ah, there we go, Sango's car. A whole year and she still has that clunker." Kagome pulled into the driveway behind Sango's car. Miroku obviously was not home from work yet. Good that will give me and Sango time to talk about what is going on, I mean she isn't just gonna let me live here not knowing what happened…well she would but it just wouldn't be polite not to tell her. Kagome sat there with her head on her steering wheel. Maybe I was a bit to rash in moving up here so soon. I mean I'm practically barging in on their life. Their going to be married soon, they don't need an old friend around constantly in their way…maybe I could get a job and help pay the bills. Yeah that's what I'll do I'll…

"Kagome? Why are you just sitting out here? Come on in! Do you need help with your stuff?" Sango talked excitedly, as she practically pounced Kagome's car trying to drag her out of it. She opened the door and grabbed Kagome's arm causing her to gasp in pain. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't think I…" Her voice trailed off as she looked down at Kagome's arm and saw the large bruises.

So much for trying to find a way to break it to her, Kagome mused to herself.

"Oh Kagome, don't tell me this is why…" Sango trailed off, she didn't want to say what she was about to say out of fear that it might be true.

Kagome nodded and started to sniffle as her friends eyes filled with tears. I didn't want to upset her… "Sango, please don't worry about it, it's over now."

Sango began to shake her head vigorously. "No Kagome, he can't get away with this!"

"I just want to forget about it Sango, that is one of the reasons I'm here. I know spending time with you and Miroku will help, it will help me carry on with my life. It will be like things used to before you guys moved up here." Kagome looked down at the ground before turning around, opening the door to the backseat of her car, and grabbing her precious guitar. This was her life; she didn't know what she would do without it.

Sango paused for a moment. She didn't want Bruce to get away with this, but once Kagome turned around and started digging through her car, she knew the conversation was over. "Need some help?" she asked again.

"Um, if you want to you could grab that bag; I'll get the rest later." Kagome pointed to a bag and Sango stepped forward and grabbed it. "Thank you so much for all of this Sango, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been here."

"Don't worry about it Kagome, I just wish Miroku and I would have been more persistent on you moving her with us in the first place." Sango sighed heavily as she walked into the house. The inside of the house was sparsely furnished but it was cozy. Sango led Kagome up the stairs to her room, which to Kagome's surprise was painted black.

"What's this?" Kagome asked with a giggle.

"Well, when we first moved in we took the paint left over from our old hang out and sort of painted the room we were going to set up for you black. I hope you like it." Sango said knowing damn well she would like it. All Kagome liked was black. Kagome crossed the room and sat down on the bed.

"So tell me what our school is like." Kagome asked as she pulled her guitar form its case and began to tune it down a step for the song she was going to play.

"Eh, the people there aren't that bad. But it will be better now that you are here. We will probably have most of the same classes. The gang is pretty awesome. There's Inuyasha but he is mainly Miroku's friend, Shippou, Koga, Rin, and Ayami. They are all pretty cool. Koga will probably like you; he's just that kind of guy…" Sango trailed off as Kagome started playing and singing a song. The sweet melody combined with Kagome's soft voice brought tears to her eyes.

Must be your skin that I'm sinkin' in
Must be for real cause now I can feel
and I didn't mind
it's not my kind
not my time to wonder why
everything's gone white
and everything's grey
now your here now you away
I don't want this
remember that
I'll never forget where your at
don't let the days go by
glycerine

I'm never alone
I'm alone all the time
are you at one
or do you lie
we live in a wheel
where everyone steals
but when we rise it's like strawberry fields

If I treated you bad
you bruise my face
couldn't love you more
you got a beautiful taste
don't let the days go by
could have been easier on you
I coudn't change though I wanted to
could have been easier by three
our old friend fear and you and me
glycerine (repeat)
don't let the days go by
glycerine

I needed you more
when we wanted us less
I could not kiss just regress
it might just be
clear simple and plain
that's just fine
that's just one of my names
don't let the days go by
could've been easier on you
glycerine

Kagome played the song like she had so many times before with "Him" only this time she was alone. She faded into the song until she was one with it. Letting it become her, until she was so in tune she didn't even think of her motions anymore. She didn't hear her own voice, didn't feel her movements, all she felt was the lone teardrop fall down her cheek. This song described her, what she was going through. She took her time enjoying the moment, she didn't realize Sango had stopped talking and was now staring at her. All she cared about was the music, her music. Finally it was over, but she refused to open her eyes. She didn't want to lose the tranquility she felt in that moment.

"Well seems as though you haven't lost your talent. To bad Miroku wasn't here he would probably have you in a jam session right now." Sango said.

Kagome opened her eyes and realized exactly how much Sango had changed in the past year. Her hair was cut to her shoulders instead of down her back and she had color the tips purple. She still wore her old band T-shirts, most of them from the concerts they had all attended together, and her regular mid-thigh skirt with knee highs but she seemed more mature. As always though, she looked good. No matter what it always seemed she looked good whether she rolled out of bed and went to school or if she spent hours getting ready.

Kagome thought of her own appearance, her raven black hair went past her shoulders. She wore her usual black eye shadow and heavy eyeliner. Her clothing hadn't changed at all as she stared down at her black leather corset which laced up in the back, and her tight fitting black pants with red stitching. The only thing missing is my trench coat, but that's out in the car…

Kagome's thoughts were interrupted as Sango squealed. "Miroku's home and he couldn't have picked a better day to bring home a friend.

A/N: guess who it is…. Eh you know you know! Anyway sorry it isn't any better, I kinda rushed this one out. Btw if ya don't know already the song belongs to Bush not me. But I thought it kinda fit Kagome's mood. PLEASE REVIEW! Anyways if you review (which I want at least five, but the more I get the longer the next chapter) I will update! Anyways, Talk to ya later!