IY not mine!

A/N: there are some few things I wanna address first so I wouldn't offend anyone.

I don't know much about leukemia and am too lazy to research on the subj…so I really have no idea what happens to a person with one.

I've nothing against librarian's fashion. I'm just using it as a stereotypical aspect.

I'm aware of flaws and inconsistencies I've created in this story. All are negligible (heh!)

I'm not really good with descriptive writing so hopefully you readers can still picture the scenes I write. Pardon me also for flawed sentence structure and wrong grammars. English is not my 1st language!

Also involvement of other characters wasdone for my pleasure…like making hiten and bankotsu twin brothers. So…pls don't judge me on this one.

Okay, enough with nonsense talk…

Chapter 5: It's you? It is YOU!

Sango peered in at the doorway of her brother's bedroom. Kohaku stirred, opening his eyes. "Good morning, ane-ue," he scratched his eyes, then yawned.

A smile appeared on Sango's face as she walked in the room, carrying a breakfast tray. She immediately opened the big windows. Kohaku loved to stare outside when doing nothing, especially since he was almost always confined at home. "Wash up first before you eat your breakfast," she said, as she helped him up and assisted him to the bathroom. For the past year or so, Kohaku was unable to do anything on his own. Yet somehow his physical weakness was overshadowed by his strong and healthy personality.

"Are you done with the English assignment Miroku left you yesterday?" she inquired as she helped him back to bed. Kohaku was being home-schooled by Miroku, much to Sango's delight. She wouldn't trust her brother's well being to anyone other than Miroku. She handed her brother a piece of toast.

"Yes, but Math is really hard," he wrinkled his freckled nose. He took a big bite on his toast and a huge gulp on his glass of milk. "Why don't you change your clothes, ane-ue?" he suddenly suggested.

Sango raised an eyebrow as she examined her outfit. In her point of view, there was nothing wrong with the tan blouse and khaki trousers she was wearing. "Now what is wrong with what I'm wearing? Plus, you're only twelve. What do you know about fashion?"

Kohaku shrugged. "Well, Miroku said you always look like a librarian; or that librarians even dress better than you are. He said you lack colour and style, whatever that means," he said with a shrug.

Sango rolled her eyes. "Don't listen to what Miroku says. He doesn't know anything about fashion." Sango glanced at her watch. "Finish your breakfast, okay. Miss Kaede will come in to get the tray. I have to go or else I'll be late for work." She kissed his brother then ruffled his hair much to his annoyance.

"Say hi to Jakotsu for me!" Kohaku said in between bites.

"I will."

Sango passed by the mirror on the hallway and studied herself. Kohaku, or rather Miroku was right. She looked dull. She dashed inside her room to look for something 'with colour and style'. Sango sighed out loud. She did not have many clothes with colours. Her closet was filled with browns, khakis, black, grey and white. Was her life that colourless? She snatched the only pink shirt she had. She also changed into black Capri pants.

Sango once again examined her new outfit. Why she bothered with changing clothes, she could not explain. But somehow she felt something special was coming her way on that day. "This is good. I think," she muttered before running downstairs.

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Same old. Same old. It was as if the accident never happened. Except for the fading bruise on the left side of his upper body. And the once-a-while limping when he walked. And the scar, almost fading though, on his left eyebrow. And the pain he sometimes felt when he moved his left arm in an awkward way.

Other than that, everything was back to normal.

Inuyasha walked casually, trying to hide his limping, towards the table where he would meet his friends for brunch. It was routine for him and a group of close friends, mainly guys, to meet at this time of the hour.

"Hey man!" someone called out to him, diverting Inuyasha's attention.

Inuyasha pulled a chair and plopped himself down. "How you doin' guys?"

Hiten, the one who called out to him, snorted, "We're supposed to be the ones asking that question." He slapped Inuyasha on the back. "Did Sesshoumaru drive you again?"

"Shit. How'd you know he was driving me to work huh?"

Hiten's twin, Bankotsu, answered the question for his brother. "Well, we saw you the other day get off his car in the morning. Then, he picked you up in the afternoon. So, are we to assume you've ironed things out with your brother?"

"Keh. Sessh was doing things out of duty. You know him. Anyway, I drove today. I've finally convinced my mom to let me drive and borrow her car," Inuyasha called out to a waitress. "Hey Kouga, you look so out of the weather today. Something bothering you?" he nudged his head towards his friend's direction.

The waitress came before Kouga could even make a comment. Both Hiten and Bankotsu were trying to hit on the young woman asking for their orders; while the woman's attention was all focused on Inuyasha.

Same old. Same old. A woman was once again magnetized towards the silver-haired man who seemed to enjoy the attention he was getting.

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Sango manoeuvred her bike towards the entrance of the City Plaza, the shopping district where her work was located. She enjoyed coming to work every time. She was probably the chosen few to have been given a job that provided pleasure and money at the same time, considering she also owned the place where she worked.

An image caught her eye. She stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes focused then refocused at a person sitting at one of the tables at the Plaza Café. She blinked once, twice, three times just to make sure she was seeing the same person she thought dead. She edged closer to get a better view. It was… him?

Definitely him. It was the same silvery-white hair glistening from the rays of the mid-morning sun.

Sango pedalled slowly, inching closer and closer until she was almost right behind him. She needed to know if her mind was playing tricks on her. He and his friends were oblivious to her presence. Sango brought her hand up to try and make contact with him.

And it happened out of instinct. Sango hit him softly on the head. The silver-haired man turned to look at him, eyes in confusion. Sango pedalled her bicycle as fast as her legs can. It was definitely he; and she needed to get away.

Her cheeks were flaming pink from embarrassment, delight and exertion of energy.

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"What the fu-!" Inuyasha cursed as he felt someone hitting him on the head. It wasn't that hard that it hurt, but it caught him by surprise. He turned around to come face to face with his 'attacker': a young woman with the most beautiful deep brown eyes he had ever laid eyes on. Damn. She looked familiar. He jumped up from his seat but his 'attacker' had already sauntered off on her bike in an attempt to run away from him.

"Who the heck is that girl, man?" Hiten questioned, laughing his head off. It was not everyday he saw some random stranger hit Inuyasha on the head. "You know her?"

"Must be one of them girls whose heart you broke, Inu," Kouga snorted.

Inuyasha's eyes were clouded with confusion. He was indeed known to be a ladies' man, but he remembered every single one of his girlfriends – and this girl was never acquainted to him in any way. But why does she look so familiar? He questioned himself. He quickly ran after her without clarifying anything to his friends. He would let them think anything they want, for now. But at the moment, it was of vitality to know of his 'attacker's' purpose of hitting him, and her involvement with him.

Inuyasha quickened his pace, as she was still visible to him. He was a trained marathon athlete back in high school so he wouldn't have a problem walking, or running, fast to catch up with someone.

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He was running after her! Damn.

Sometimes, Sango just did stupid things of great consequences. If he caught up with her, how would she explain her actions? Oh, she could simply say: "Well, I thought I killed you. So I was just making sure you're alive by slapping you on the head!" Yeah right. As if she could really say that.

If she pedalled faster, he wouldn't catch up to her. Sango turned around various corners trying to lose him. She dropped her bicycle as she entered a shop called 'Heavenly Scents'. Sango grabbed the arm of a colourful clothed man.

"Jakotsu, is someone following me?" Sango whispered to her friend/employee. "Look around you. Quick!" she bent low, peering down at the shop's window as if she was hiding.

Jakotsu,Sango's effeminate friend, raised an inquiry brow. "Are you on crack, sistah? Lately these days you're going," he made a circling motion on the side of his head. "Cuckoo. Cuckoo!" he cackled.

Sango covered his mouth with her hand. "Ssh. You're making too much noise. He's going to hear us," she said, eyes darting back and forth at passer-bys.

"I – shwear – shishtah – you're - loooshing – you're – shhanity!" he said through muffled words, mouth still cupped up. "You're running ashh ifth you jusht killedth shhome-one!" he continued. Sango only tightened her hold on his mouth.

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Inuyasha hardly lost breath through the labyrinth-like his 'attacker' put him through. Unfortunately, he lost her. She was gone in a click. He took off his eyes for a second and he lost her. The girl was an athlete herself as she rode her bike without any effort.

He browsed the crowd with his golden eyes. The moment he turned to his right, he saw two figures bending low looking out the window the other way, their backs turned back on him. A bicycle was lying discarded on the floor. A naughty grin played across his lips. He slowly crept inside the store without making any sound whatsoever; then bent his head next to the two figures.

"Are you looking for someone?" he whispered on his 'attacker's' ears.

The woman jumped up straight, bumping her head to his chin, her eyes wide open as she stared at the intruder.

Inuyasha rubbed the skin where the hard contact was made. His eyes focused on one being, though.

Those brown eyes that were a vision of familiarity for him. And then, it hit him.

"It's you," he stated, a soft grin on his face.

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Sango shut her eyes tight. This was all a dream. Not reality. She was once again subjected to her wild imagination. Once she opened her eyes, everything would be back to normal.

She slowly lifted the lid. They were met with golden gaze. She shut her own once again. It took her a full thirty seconds to reopen her eyelids.

Eyes like sunrise met her vision once more. He was for real. He was there, staring in front of her breathing and grinning. He was there.

"It's you…" her voice trailed off.

Jakotsu stared at his friend/employer then at the silver-haired man. Both were acting strange. Granted, he found the man attractive. He would flirt with him but it seemed this silver-haired man was already somebody else's.

And that somebody had just passed out.

To all those who left reviews, thank you so much. Hopefully this chapter would be good enough to compensate for the short, bad-written chap 4.

special thanks to kurokitsune-chan for always supporting anything I write, esp my RK fics… hopefully, I finish the Promise of Goodbye just so I can stay true to my word