Disclaimer: No, I do not own Inuyasha and I never will. If I did, I'll hunt down and kill every fucken Kikyo-hater there is in the whole goddamn world!

Big Q: Tsk, tsk. You're being racist again.

Me: Racist?

Big Q: You see, like yourself a Kikyo-fan, you are a species because ….gjasdjoihdogjrljoijadlkhfjgtijaljpquoijlkjfoasjfqwhfoisduyojglsk, and not to mention…snfdslghsfgnslkhglkjglfdnghadfk vdkfnjglkdfuagojglakjgljdsfgakndg jlshghgalsdjgoigaksdlnjlkdsjldskajl gjagklhdsgjadfhfhikg;khljodfksfjkdsfd, do you understand now?

Me: O.O

Psyche: Made sense to me.

Me: O.O

Big Q: Dear, everything makes sense to you.

Me: O.O

Psyche: (poke poke) I think she's dead. (poke poke)

Me: O.O

ATTENTION READERS: UP TO THE ABOUT CHAPTER NINE OR TEN THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS ARE POORLY WRITTEN AND THE PLOT IS PRACTICALLY INEXISTENT. FEEL FREE TO SKIP A FEW CHAPTERS AND SEND A FEW FLAMES. I'LL EDIT THE CRAP OUT WHEN I GET THE CHANCE (OR WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT). THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME!

Summary:

Basically, Miroku died in the incident of 9/11 because he was on the plane with the terrorists. Sango has been depressed ever since and has even tried to commit suicide a couple of times. Nothing Inuyasha, Kagome, Shippo, other friends, and even family members could say to heal her heart. Until…someone moves in next door in her apartment building. Someone who's taking over the room where Miroku used to live…………

Chapter 1: Scars

The world is a painful place, it gives and takes, and with every change, it just hearts you more and more. You have to learn to move on no matter how hard it is. Looking back with only triple the amount of pain that you already are burdened with. Sometimes you may think that you may never be healed again, but eventually, even if it takes a thousand years, someone will come to you, and set you free. Until that day, live your best and look at things in a happier way. Even if it's forced happiness, true happiness is on its way….

It was twelve at noon already, but Sango was still sitting on her bed like she would do everyday. Just sitting there with her chin on her knees and her hands wrapped around her legs, her eyes drowning deeper and deeper into despair. Kirara had gotten used to her mistress's behavior ever since that day almost four years ago. Not even her purring and rubbing would make Sango feel better. All she got was a few soft pats on the head which eventually turned to silence and ignorance. Nothing seemed to be getting through to her anymore. He friends and family would call occasionally to see if she was feeling better, but nothing's ever changed.

The curtains were drawn, the room was dark and Sango was even in darker. Occasionally her brown eyes would turn to look at the picture on her lamp stand. They had taken that picture a month before he died. Tears started to fill her eyes, but those were just the usual tears. The ones that meant nothing. In the picture, Miroku had his hand around Sango's waist and the other one was on her shoulder, and they had the ocean to their back. They all looked so happy. But those days were over. Miroku is never going to come back and things would never be the same. That was what Sango kept on telling herself anyway.

Sango didn't want to live any longer since the love of her life disappeared. All her attempts of suicide had been thwarted by her friends.

"How's Songo feeling? Any better?" Inuyasha said as he entered Sango's room.

"Can't say she's gotten any better." Kagome said softly. In her hands was the picture that they had all taken when they graduated college.

"Keh…I say she gets a new man." Inuysasha said, crossing his arms. But Kagome could tell that he was still hurt by the loss of his best friend.

In the length of silence, Shippo, who had been silent until then spoke up. "Do you hear that? I think the tub's running."

Inuyasha and Kagome exchanged looked of shock. "Inuyasha, you don't think…?"

"One way to find out." Inuyasha growled as he strode towards the bathroom door and tried the door. "It's locked." He pounded. "Open up, Sango!"

No response, just the sound of the tub running.

"That's it!" Inuyasha stepped back and kicked the door open.

"Sango!" Kagome cried as she heaved her best friend out of the over-filling tub.

"Pull yourself together, Sango!" Shippo cried, running in followed by Kirara.

"Let me go! Just let me be, why can't I just die! That way I'll be able to see him again." Sango said as she struggled to get out of Kagome's grasp.

Inuyasha went over and seized Sango roughly by the front of her shirt and lifted her until they were face to face. "Listen up, Sango! I'm fucken tired off all your goddamn complaining and moaning! Miroku's never gonna come back no matter how much we all fucken want him to!"

Even as he shouted, tears were coming out of Inuyasha's eyes. "So just fucken get yourself together. Even though Miroku's dead, he wouldn't want to fucken see us in hell. You know why! He and all those other fucken people in that plane all fucken agreed to blow themselves up with those bastards to save US!" Inuyasha stifled a sob before continuing. "So don't ever fucken try to do this ever again, dammit!"

Sango cried and wrapped her arms around Inuyasha to support herself.

Kagome wiped tears away from her eyes and hugged both Inuyasha and Sango. Together, the four remaing best friends found comfort holding each other.

She had tried several other attempts after that, but they always stopped her. She just sat there, not thinking, not crying, not living…

The phone rang.

Sango sat there.

The phone rang.

Kirara meowed.

Sango looked at the phone.

The phone rang.

Sango reached over silently and picked up the phone. Her voice was dull and emotionless. It was as if she went into a trance the minute she heard Miroku's voice on the phone that day.

"Sango…are you awake?"

"Yes, now this better be good, Miroku. It's still early in the morning.."

"I'm not going to be coming back ever."

"What."

"I'm not going to live longer."

"What….I-I don't understand."

"I love you, Sango. And I always will, remember that."

Click.

"Hello."

"Sango, are you up yet?"

"Yes.."

Kikyo sighed over the other end of the phone. "Okay, just checking. After your last attempt I wanted to check every week."

"Oh…..you heard."

Another sigh. "Yes, my little sister told me. Kagome's really worried about you."

"Oh…"

"Well, the other reason I called is to let you know that you won't have to come to work today."

"Why?"

"Well, I figured you needed a vacation. Just make sure to come Wednesday, okay?"

"…"

"Sango?"

"Yes…Wednesday..I'll be there."

"Good…..Sango, another thing."

"Yes."

"I want to see you smile when you get back."

Sango hung up on Kikyo and resumed sitting there.

On the other side of the phone, Kikyo hung up and sighed. She was really worried, if Sango didn't get better and the customers keep on complained about bad service then…..Kikyo rubbed her temples and when a customer tapped the counter. "Hello? Are you listening? I said I wanted another cup of coffee."

Kikyo looked up and snarled. "Oh, shove it." Then she gave him a look that would have decapitated a dandelion.

Sango sat there for another ten minutes before someone knocked on her door.

"Sango, are ye up yet? It is I, Kaede."

Sango sat there for a few more moments until Kaede knocked again. After dressing herself, she opened the front door. If the landlady was knocking on her door, then it was worth it. Nothing else was worth it. Nothing else.

"Ah, you're up. I was beginning to think that you're still asleep." Kaede said even though everyone knows that nobody would still be sleeping when it's twelve-thirty in the afternoon.

"Yes…Can I help you?"

Kaede's elderly face broke into a smile. "Well, I don't know. You could help him." She turned towards the door across from Sango's. The door was open and there was stacks of cardboard outside and inside.

For a second, Sango's face was filled with surprise and she walked across the hall. "Miroku? Is it you, Miroku?"

Kaede sighed and followed Sango.

When Sango entered the room, she saw someone's digging into a box. That someone turned around. "What's up." It wasn't Miroku. It was someone else. He had crazy silver-blue hair with long bangs that covered one eye. A number of piercings on both ears. He was a little shorter than Miroku, but still taller than Sango. The stranger was lanky and slender. He wore a white t-shirt and blue baggy pants with straps. His bare foot tapped as he picked up another box and began to unload.

Sango turned a questioning gaze to Kaede. "Kaede…who is this?"

Kaede looked at her sadly. "I'm sorry, Sango, but I couldn't keep Miroku's room free anymore. Mr. Jaamaru was looking for somewhere to stay, but he was turned down everywhere, so…"

"So you gave him his room? You promised you'd…" Sango turned around to leave. She wasn't angry. She was sad….Sad that the last thing that gave her hope of Miroku's return had died.

"Hey….wait…" A toneless, almost bored voice, drifted over to her.

Sango turned around. The person still had his back to her as he dug in a box.

"Sango…am I right?" More ruffling.

Sango nodded and stood where she was. For the first time, she got a look at the figure. A soft face, with cold silver eyes. "Can you maybe stay and help me unpack with Kaede? You only need to stay until my friend comes to help me."

Sango stayed silent. This person….he ….he…

Kaede walked up and smiled. "I think that's a great idea. Of course, you don't have to help if you don't want to, dear."

"I'll help." Sango said, walking over to him. "First I'll need to know your name since you know mine."

The man, he looked more like a teen then anything else, looked surprised but then soon adopted his normal bored look. "Call me Itachio. Only old dudes call me Mr. Jaamaru. That makes me sound old too."

For some reason, the edges of Sango's mouth almost lifted to form a smile. Kaede might have noticed because she smiled. "Well, let's get started."

Throughout the rest of the afternoon, the three lifted and moved things around. Kaede eventually had to leave because, "I feel like my back is broken." As she walked down the hall to her room, Kaede smiled to herself, while they were talking, Sango's voice had gotten back some of her soul. Maybe leaving the two of them alone would retrieve all of her soul.

"Where do we put this, Itachio?"

"O-over here. Next to the window." Itachio grunted. "It's friggin heavy."

"You're telling me?"

After dropping the t.v. on it's spot near the window, Itachio and Sango leaned on the wall next to each other wiping off sweat and trying to get some air into their lungs. For a day near winter, it sure was hot. Maybe it didn't have anything to do with the temperature.

Itachio looked at Sango for a few minutes until she noticed she was looking at her. "What are you looking at?"

He broke into a smile to reveil retainers on his teeth.

She remained impassive.

"I just noticed. Dude, you look pretty cute up close."

Sango gasped in surprise. He was still smiling at her, and she quickly looked away. "Why do you say that?" She walked across the room and sat on the sofa.

"Well, it's 'cause you are." Itachio replied. "Want something to drink?"

Sango nodded.

The two sat next to each other on the sofa drinking cans of Red Bull.

Itachio read the can before saying. "It says this gives you wings. Load of bullshit."

Sango didn't reply. It just reminded her of something Miroku said once. Miroku…..

"I have to go."

"Wha.." Itachio watched as she got up and left. Just as she was about to walk out the front door, he called after her. "Thanks for helping me out."

Sango gave a small wave in return before a closing the door.

The door opened again to reveil a young girl. She had orangish-black hair she kept smashed underneath a black beanie. A black sweatshirt with a hood and black baggy pants. The girl was about 5'4" and was pale and looked extremely thin. She gave Itachio a questioning look. "Who's that? Neighbor?"

"Yes, and you're late. You told me you would help me unpack." Itachio said, tossing a can of empty Red Bull on the ground.

"Yeah, well, things came up. Now….have you found a girl yet? I think my major is match-making."

"Is that even a course in college?"

"It will be when I rule the world."

"Kids and their wild imaginations these days."

"I heard that."

"Damn you, then."

"Yeah, I know. I love you too, fuckhead."

"I knew it was only a matter of time before you start cussing again."

"Shut up."

"Shutting up."

End Chapter 1

Please review and tell me what you think of it, peoples. Thank you for taking your time to read the test chapter. As you know, there would be several OCs of mine, I hope it doesn't ruin the flow of the story….A warning: some show characters would act out of character in this story. Oh, yes, I apologize if I used wrong grammar and spelling and all that other shit. I'm just too lazy to edit it. XD