Disclaimer: Maybe I should stop putting one of these every chapter…I don't own Inuyasha.

Thank you, thank you KiT and Ile 'cuz you two really make me feel special. (sob) This is, like, the happiest day of my life, like, ever.

Anyway, trying to get chapter 13 out sooner, but I don't think I'll be successful with that…So, here it is, the long-awaited chapter 13! You guys have been waiting for it right?

Chapter 13: Halloween-ers

As Flarenii made her way into the Feudal Village Apartment complex, one of the first things that went through her trash-filled head was, Man, do the people living here have no holiday spirit or what? Halloween was like the best holiday of the year! (Next to Christmas and her birthday of course, and the last time she checked, her birthday is coming up. Yes!) Sure there were times where kids get molested when out trick-or-treating alone, but that's never happened in her neighborhood. Plus, you can't forget the usual little pieces of shit that crazy assholes stick in the candy. But, hey, it's all free right?

It was roughly around four in the afternoon and she could see some of the children that lived in the apartment out in the park across the street playing. A couple of them she knew, and hated, while others she just randomly saw on her visits to Lame-ass's place.

Walking up the steps, she was about to go down the hall and up the stairs to the second floor of the complex where Itachio and Sango lived when she heard a noise from the first room. She had no idea who lived in there, but from the sign posted next to the door, she deduced that it was the landlady's room.

Flarenii herself had met the old (and what she thought was somewhat bitchy, in an old-lady way) woman two times. The first time was when she and Itachio were driving around town looking for a place. Flarenii grimaced visibly as she walked over to the first room, if he wasn't such a damn obsessive freak about keeping her alive, he wouldn't have been behind on his rents at his old place and then he wouldn't have been kicked out.

The girl on purposely stomped down her next step, she was getting mad over damn stupid things. Never mind the second time…

Soon, Flarenii stood in front of the landlady's door. The polite thing would be to knock, but the Chinese girl wasn't great with her manners; plus they stole her side bag. But she didn't want to barge in just in case that bitch and the three twerps weren't in there.

Kohaku gulped nervously as his amber eyes looked around in a triangle. He looked from the notebook that his sister was holding, the door that Kirara was crouched in front of (most likely where Flarenii is) and to the barrel of the gun that lay underneath all the piles of junk. Fortunately nobody had noticed the shiny barrel of the Smith & Wesson, but Rin or Shippo could just as easily come across it like they did with Flarenii's cell phone. He looked back at his sister, who had the moment kept a blank face on and was looking at the door like everybody else.

Kirara gave another soft growl and scurrying back to Sango. He saw his sister bend down and scoop up the feline right before someone knocked on the door.

"Um, I'll get it." Kagome said after a moments silence and the second knock.

With a soft click, the front door opened and the person standing there was not who they expected.

"Blah, Kaede, here's your mail. Have a nice day!" The dork-ish mailman called in his too-short mailman shorts before taking off his hat in greeting and leaving.

Kagome sighed and muttered something that sounded like, "It was just the mailman…"

Just as she was about to close the door, a foot wedged itself between the door and the doorpost.

"Hold the phooooone!"

Kohaku gulped, here she comes now…

Kagome was pushed back roughly as the girl kicked the door open with her other foot, with more strength that her thin form suggested. The girl strode in with a high frown and brows furrowed in what looked like a pissed expression.

While Rin and Shippo scurried out of Flarenii's path to help Kagome up, Sango and Kaede stayed where they were and Kohaku stood still as the Chinese girl brushed past him roughly.

She stopped short in front on the other side of the coffee table in across Sango. "What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. With. My. Stuff?" Without giving Sango enough time she answered, Flarenii bellowed. "I SAID, DAMN IT, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH MY FUCKEN STUFF? DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT'S ON DISPLAY OR SOMETHING! YOU FUCKERS, YOU'LL BE LUCKY ENOUGH IF I DON'T CALL THE DAMN COPS ON YOU FOR FUCKING JACKING MY SHIT!"

Kaede's eyes were wide in shock at the girl's foul language while everybody else in the room remained silent.

Sango was silent as she stared back at the girl with her light brown eyes. Without another word, Sango held up the notebook in front of Flarenii and quietly asked, "What is this about?"

Flarenii looked as if Sango had never spoken and continued screeching, her voice bouncing off walls and breaking ears. (Not literally!) "IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S ANY OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS! JUST GIVIT BACK!" With her hands outstretched, Flarenii made for a grab at the notebook in Sango's hands.

Sango quickly pulled it back towards her and the only thing Flarenii grabbed was air. The girl swore louder in anger. "FUCK!"

She looks really, really, really mad. Maybe, Sister should stop this…Kohaku took a step towards the bitch match with all intent on stopping. If someone else heard their screaming, they might think it was something else going on and call the police. They can't have that. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Kaede attempting to do the same thing.

However, the landlady's voice was cut off when Flarenii made another failed attempt at snatching her notebook and her arm came crashing down on her pile of junk, scattering a few sheets of paper before the pile shifted and a couple of books were about to uncover the gun. He had to act now; Kohaku quickly grabbed the books and stacked them atop the gun before anything was revealed.

Great, now he was between his sister and Flarenii. This isn't a good place to be, but… "Uh, maybe you two should stop arguing. You might be disturbing some of the neighbors."

At this, Kagome walked over and laid a hand on Flarenii's shoulder. "Um…Flarenii, we're sorry for looking through your stuff and I'm really sorry for not…um…throwing your backpack after you."

Flarenii still looked like she was fuming, but she seemed to have calmed down a little. How little that was. The girl stuck her nose high up in the air. "Hm! Sorry doesn't fucking cover the medical bill."

Kagome was lost. "What?"

Flarenii's glare raised another two levels of intensity. "I broke my ass on the cement sidewalk!" She pointed to her rear.

Everybody rolled a sweat-drop down their head at that comment. I mean, really…

"Anyway," Flarenii said after a moment of awkward silence. (There has to be an awkward silence when someone says they have a broken ass, right?) The girl coughed into her fist. "I came for my stuff." Her voice was a little scratchy from all that yelling, but she yells most of the time so, no biggy.

Somehow or another, with one sweep of her arm Flarenii had managed to stuff her things into her bag just as disorganized as it was on the table. She closed the flap before anyone could catch sight of the Smith & Wesson that lay on top of it all.

With another cough, as if she was trying to be polite and formal, she reached out her hand in front of Sango. "My notebook?"

"Not if you don't tell me what this,"-she shook the notebook in front of the girl's face- "is all about."

The Chinese girl growled audibly and made strangling motions in the air before taking a deep breath. "Wooooossssssaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…."

Kohaku looked at the strange girl to Shippo, who made swirly, "she's-crazy" motions next to his head while rolling his eyes. Rin giggled, but nobody noticed the three kids exchanging motions.

Kagome, now standing next to the landlady; and Kaede seem to have absolutely no idea what the two brown-eyed girls are talking about. But then again, who does?

"Sango, would you mind telling us what was in the-"

"Don't you EVEN dare!" Flarenii seethed, fists clenched. They have looked through enough of her shit, damn it!

Sango looked like she was considering telling the two other women what was in the notebook: pictures and profiles of various young and cute-looking women. Wait a sec…Flarenii couldn't be some kind of porno-mag journalist, could she? She's got the tainted mind and the foul language. Hmmm, really makes you think about it.

"Okay, okay, fine. But not now. Don't worry, I can explain everything." Flarenii said, adding a bitchy-business-like smile. She hadn't used that one in quite a while.

The look on Sango's face would have been read, "Yeah, right. And I'm supposed to take your word for it? Fuck off."

"Look, I swear to God! To Buddha! To...tah…"

"Allah?" Kohaku offered.

"Yeah! Allah. Whoever the fuck he is…" Flarenii said.

After the other occupants in the room gave him strange looks, the boy nervously shrugged. "I, uh, learned that in class today?"

"How am I supposed to believe you? For all I know, they could be a list of people you're conning."

Ooh, 'they'. Kaede and Kagome made a mental note of that, maybe they could find out what Sango and Flarenii were talking about. Meanwhile, Kohaku and Shippo thought, "She's not serious is she? Conning?" They know the girl's bitchy enough, but to mess around like that. Dude. And Rin thought, well, what she usually thinks in awkward cases like these. "Big brother Sesshomaru is treating me to ice-cream when I go home!"

Flarenii scratched her chin and her finger unconsciously made its way near her nose, but the girl caught herself in time and quickly shoved her hand into her jacket pocket. "How's 'bout this? Halloween's coming up in a few days, so I'll go to your place when Lame-ass takes me out to trick-or-treat."

Lame-ass? Sango pondered that one; maybe the girl had a nickname for her too.

"Fine." Sango tossed the notebook into Flarenii's arms.

"You're giving it back to her?" Kohaku asked her sister, watching as the girl stuffed her treasured notebook back into her bag and preparing to leave. "What if she doesn't keep her promise?"

"She will." Sango answered, though she was pretty sure Kohaku was right. Then again, she could always ask Itachio, if he knew what the list of names and profiles were for. But then again, Hiroshima might know. I mean, come on, he's a women-maniac. He could probably tell the personality of a girl by looking at what type of panties she wears. Shudders.

Just as she was about to leave, Flarenii hastily turned around and looked back at Sango and Kaede. "Oh, and speaking of Halloween, aren't you going to decorate the dump? It's only like two days away and this place is bare." Flarenii shook her head, not waiting for an answer and closed the door, humming something that sounded like Row, Row, Row Your Boat.

As soon as she closed the door, the girl broke off into a room heading for the second floor of the apartment complex. She didn't stop when she ran onto the stairs and crushed a little boy's toy fire truck; she didn't stop when she nearly ran over an old lady and her husband. She stopped when she was standing in front of a bleary looking door with the numbers 2B in bold, italicized writing.

Taking a deep breath and massaging her some-what sore neck, the girl pounded the door making a heavy thudding sound. "Hey, Lame-ass! Open up, it's me!"

There were no sounds coming from the room. Nothing: no creaks of someone walking across the floor, no sound of water running.

But she knew he was here. In a way, she knew everything about him. She was the one that found him this apartment anyway. Hiroshima had once described it as a master-slave relationship and Flarenii scoffed at him. What did he know? He was a pompous, dramatic, womanizer. At least, that's how Itachio described him…

"Hey, you said you had an older brother right? What's he like? Is he a fucking idiot like you?" The girl snickered as she helped herself to some ice-cream.

"My brother is…a pompous, dramatic, womanizing bastard," He stated, holding his ice-cream cone in front of him, "I don't really like him." He added, sticking the ice-cream into his mouth until his lips were around the cone.

"Dude, you're going to fucking suffocate like that." The girl looked at him, surprised he could shove all that into his mouth.

He shrugged.

She laughed, hysterically.

People change.

"I know you're in there!"

Still no sound. With each passing second of standing outside, the young girl grew more impatient and soon taken to kicking the door.

"If you don't open the door I'll stick a stink bomb into your mail flap!" Flarenii threatened. "I'm fucken serious, damn it!" She added.

When all else failed, the girl threw her arms in the air wildly and screamed, "Fine! Ignore me!" She turned around and was about to stomp off when the door slowly fell back, open. Standing in the shadows and away from the light of the hallway, was a paler and thinner looking Itachio. There were bags of shadows underneath his silver eyes.

Scratching his forearm, he leaned against the door with his baggy and old white t-shirt to allow the girl entrance.

Flarenii stepped into the room as he closed the door softly behind her. She wrinkled her nose; the place had the stale smell of a room that had been completely shut off from the outside air for a few days.

The girl stepped into the kitchen and sat down on one of the chairs, her expression changing into a frown as she realized she sat on something oozy. Not good. But the good part was that the soft shit or whatever the hell it was made the hard seat comfortable for her to sit on.

He spoke in the quiet apartment room. His voice was cracked and he sounded as if his nasals were plugged. A cold? "What're you doing here."

"No reason." She replied nonchalantly, wiping a fingertip-full of dust away from the kitchen counter. "Dude, you should, like, friggin clean out this dump once in a while. Lookit that." She held out her finger in front of him.

Itachio shrugged, scratched his wild silver hair and pulled out another seat and sat next to the girl. "I've been at the institute for a few days. Just got back earlier this morning 'cause the white coats there kicked me out for staying too long. I think they're mad." Right, like dust accumulates in a house after four days.

Unconsciously, Flarenii's dark-brown eyes zoned in on the calendar that hanged on the refrigerator. That means that Lame-ass stayed there for four days straight. Dumbass. "Oh, Hiroshi told to tell you that the institute called the restaurant when you weren't there 'cause you weren't picking up your phone here. What the fuck, man?"

Itachio tapped the counter and didn't reply.

Flarenii gave a huge sigh and leaned on her arm. "What the fuck, indeed. You said that you were at the institute for the last four days, but they went through the trouble of calling your house when they could've just waltzed into Issa's room and tell you that you're behind on your payments. Life support isn't cheap, ya know."

Itachio's hand on the counter tightened into a fist, his paleness showing in the dim lighting of the apartment room. "Don't say her name." Ice bit into his words. "I know I didn't pay for last month."

"And you know that you didn't go see her this twenty-fifth." Flarenii stated.

"I did." His voice was louder than it normally was. "Okay, you win. I only visited for a few hours, but then I left before Kinko and Shima could see me."

Flarenii was surprised, she arched an eyebrow. "Shima brought Kinko with him? Hn, that's a new one."

The two stayed silent for a while, Flarenii occasionally reaching up to touch her neck.

"Hey, that means you're still going to drive me around for Halloween right?"

"Unn…"

"Che, don't gimme, 'Unn'. You are going to drive me around for Halloween. Besides, you owe me one."

"What. Since when."

"Don't pretend, Lame-ass." Flarenii reached up to her shirt collar and pulled it down slightly, revealing the small bruise. "Look at it! It looks like a fucken hickey!" Flarenii sighed, closing her eyes before opening them again into a furious glare, "That sonova bitch Hakudoushi just had point it out to everyone that 'Oh, look, the dog-monkey has a hickey.' I'll kill him! And that other day…"

The girl's ranting was not heard to the quiet man.

Friend? Hell no did she treat him with the proper respect one would feel for a friend. More like slave-driver. She would order him around and tell him how to live his life. So annoying that at times Itachio felt a growing urge to just up with it and pop her scrawny little neck.

Mother. Maybe she was like an annoying bitch of a mother. At the thought of that, Itachio lowered his eyes onto the dust that laid on his countertop. The Jaamaru's didn't really have loving, family moments with their mother. As much as he hated his brother Hiroshima, the pompous, dramatic, womanizing bastard had taken his younger siblings by the hand and helped them live a happier childhood and given them his brotherly love to replace the motherly love that their own blood mother would not give them.

Yes, Hiroshima certainly takes brotherly love to the extreme, almost to the point where Itachio wants to pop his neck as well.

"…and I just stood up and told him to 'Stuff it!' And all that pretty-boy gay bastard did was gimme that damn fucking smirk of his and say another smart-ass aleck, and then I-"

"I'm sorry."

"What? I didn't hear you!"

Pft. Big surprise there.

"I'm sorry."

"Che, freak."

"Sorry."

"…"

After the loud girl had left, Shippo and Rin had resumed to their playing while Kaede sat sipping her tea. Kohaku was staring at the ground while Kagome looked at her best friend questionably. Sango hadn't said anything ever since Flarenii left. Strange.

"Sango?" Kagome tapped her best friend's shoulder while Kirara, who was bored, jumped into the raven girl's arms and started playing around with her necklace.

Suddenly, Sango sat down and pulled something out of her back pocket. Kohaku's eyes widened. "Sister, that's…"

"What is it?" Kagome asked as she tried to make out what it was.

Sango held out several pieces of crumpled paper in her hands and placed them on the coffee table, trying unsuccessfully to smooth out the first sheet of paper. The girl turned to look at Kagome. "I kept some of the papers with me. I wanted to know…" …what all those pictures were about. Sango continue silently.

"Eh…" Kagome looked over at Kohaku. The boy proved to be just as confused as she was. "Know what?"

Sango remained quiet as she reached into her back pocket again and pulled out that mysterious photograph that Rin had found. Kagome took the picture from her friend's hands and examined the picture in front of her eyes with Kohaku crouched behind her trying to get a look. It definitely showed a younger Flarenii and one of the Jaamaru's with her. The other two were unidentifiable due to all the scratches and the number of times it had been wrinkled and the corner looked like it had been torn off. Ouch.

Kohaku leaned further and pointed to the Chinese girl. "That looks like Miss Flarenii."

"Yeah," Kagome agreed, while her eyes were focused on the silver-haired man. Just who was he? She had met only one of them, Hiroshima Jaamaru, the waiter at Dark Horizon that had flirted with her and taken their orders. As much info as she had heard about Itachio Jaamaru, she still had not met face to face with him yet. Hmmm, maybe she should set up a meeting…

But, Kagome turned to look at her best friend sorting out the papers, her face covered with worry. Whatever it was, it seemed that Sango was greatly troubled by it. Maybe it was the notebook…

"Okay." Kohaku and Kagome looked over at Sango who had announced that she was done sorting out the papers.

"I'm not really sure what these are, but the rest look like homework and class notes." Sango stated, pointing to a scribbled and doodled on paper.

"Literature," Kohaku remarked.

Kagome giggled. "Doesn't look like she's too good at it." Just like she said, there was a bright red "F" marked on top of the paper as well as a "SEE AFTER CLASS".

Kagome reached over and picked up one of the sheets that looked like homework before turning it around to examine the back. She frowned. "Sango, this has your work schedule written on it."

"What." Sango quickly took the paper from her friend and without a doubt; her work schedule at the Miko's Internet Café was scrawled in ink in a highly messy fashion. If human eyes were like mood rings, hers would be screaming "PISSED!" That little bitch was stalking her!

While Sango spent about a minute in outrage, Kagome reached over and pulled the pile of paper that Sango wasn't sure what it was in front of her. This looks interesting. The first few pages had nothing written on it except one word in the center of each page. The first page was 'Issa', the next was 'Abi', and the last one was 'Sandy'. The last page looked like a get-well card. Whoever it was for it didn't say, just a message in Flarenii's messy handwriting saying: "Get well, bitch. Love, Flarenii."

Kagome sighed heavily; this is starting to turn into some kind of cheesy mystery story.

Damn right, girl.

After thanking Kaede for the tea, the elderly lady smiled and replied that anytime was no problem for her. While Kagome took Shippo and Rin home, Kohaku went with Sango and Kirara to her room to stay until Sango took him home.

While Sango showered and Kohaku helped himself to some of the things in the kitchen, he couldn't help but think about his sister's strange reaction earlier.

As the boy brought the can of cold soda to his lips, he suddenly paused and instead, walked over to the small, round table that Sango had placed the papers on. Issa, Abi, Sandy. Who were they? The first two names were strange and unfamiliar to him, but Sandy was definitely more of a girl's name then a boy's name. (Even if there was a Sandy in his P.E. class.)

And… "Get well, bitch. Love, Flarenii." Who could that crazy girl had been writing a card to, and what for? Not that he was being nosy or anything, but his sister wanted to know, right? That's why she took these pages, right?

"Kohaku." The boy jumped at the sound of his name being called. He turned swiftly around to see his elder sister in a pink oversized t-shirt and baggy sweatpants with dripping wet hair.

Kohaku frowned. "Sister, you're going to get a cold like that."

Sango yawned lightly, "It's all right. I'm fine with it."

The boy's frown deepened. Clearly she hasn't been taking care of herself right. Sango walked over, her bare feet making a soft tapping sound, and sat across from him at the table.

She examined the papers before asking her brother, "What do you think these are?" She leaned on her arm, concentrating hard on the first name. "Names probably…" She answered herself.

Kohaku remained quiet, somewhat unsure of what to say now. He was confused and he's pretty sure everybody else was confused too. What did her sister know that he doesn't? Why won't she tell him? What was in the notebook? Why is she even bothering with this? So many questions on his little confused mind, Kohaku shook his head blank.

"S-sister?" He began uncertainly.

Sango looked up surprised. "Is something wrong, Kohaku? You don't look so well. Maybe you're sick." Sango reached a hand over to check his forehead temperature, but Kohaku stopped her with his hand.

"No, I'm. It's just…Are you?" Kohaku asked as Sango withdrew her hand and placed it with her other hand in front of her.

…Are you?

What could he have meant? Of course she was okay. What made it seem like anything was wrong? Okay, maybe something was bothering her, but so what? It wasn't such a big deal.

"Why…" Kohaku continued, "Are you bothering yourself with all this? Can't you tell me what it is?"

Sango was struck. Her little brother was worried over her investigation on the little matchmaker? The brown-haired girl gave him her biggest smile (which wasn't pretty big) and leaned over to ruffle his hair. Without another word, she got up and took Kohaku by the hand and led the even more confused boy to the small apartment living room.

"Let's not worry about the papers now and watch a movie. You know, a good older sister to younger brother moment." Sango sat Kohaku in front of the t.v. and went to her room to fetch some movies. I'm sorry, Kohaku, but if you'll let me, I'd like to worry about this a little more by myself.

Sango looked over to her little brother. He had fallen asleep sometime during the second movie and was now resting his head against her shoulder breathing with his mouth slightly open. He always had a habit was sleeping with his mouth open and drooling ever since he was a child. Seems like he still held onto that bad habit even after she moved out of the house.

Sango smiled, he was sometimes a hassle to clean up after. Getting him home now would be a little bit more of a trouble, and besides, she didn't have a car.

Sango turned towards her front door when she heard it being knocked by someone. Checking her clock, Sango was confused as to who the fuck would be knocking on her door around eleven?

She gave her little brother one last look before carefully resting his head on a pillow on the sofa, she answered her front door and was more than surprised to see Itachio standing in front of her.

"…?" She didn't say anything; a confused look on her face was more vocal than her voice would be.

"Um…Flarenii told me your little brother was here and you don't have a car…" Itachio said, looking somewhere along the point over her shoulders.

"So? You came to ask if I needed a lift, right." Sango asked, giving him pointed look whereas deep down inside, she was absolutely livid that that little BIOTCH Flarenii was stalking her and knew as much about her like her work schedule! If some could be damned to hell on her cue, Flarenii would be the first on her list.

Itachio was a little uneasy. What if she said, "Ah, thanks, but no thanks. My little brother is staying the night with me." That would have been totally embarrassing, but she hadn't said that yet. He turned his head and glanced over at the dark corner down the hall where Flarenii was waiting for him to pick up Sango and her little brother so he could take Kohaku and her home.

Sango glanced over at the clock again. Walking home was definitely out of the question, and going to the bus stop down the block might not be safe either. Besides, Itachio was an idiot and there's no harm in having him drop Kohaku off, but she'll still be going with to make sure.

"Sure, why not." With that Sango closed the door on his face.

Um, okay…

After about a minute, she came back with Kohaku's arm around his shoulders. She herself had gotten some shoes on and a warm jacket. Sure it was still fall, but the nights were starting to get a little chilly.

Ah, shit. Sango just realized too late that Kohaku's backpack was still in Kagome's car. Kagome probably still hasn't realize that either. But it wasn't such a big deal, it was a Friday night. Kohaku'll have time to get his stuff back over the weekends.

"Here. I'll carry him." Itachio said.

And it was like that, with Sango walking next to him down the hall with Kohaku carried on Itachio's back. As soon as they rounded the corner, she saw the person that she despised the most at the moment: that little BIOTCH Flarenii standing there like she was some innocent little schoolgirl.

"About damn time! I was beginning to think that you two were, like, making-out or somethin'!" Flarenii said, none too gently.

Itachio and Sango looked the other way.

"Hmph!" Flarenii stood up from leaning against the wall and started walking away.

Itachio followed her and Sango followed the two friends out into the parking lot and towards Itachio's truck.

Flarenii immediately went for the back seat and wasn't too pleased when Itachio seated the sleeping Kohaku next to her.

"Don't blame me if I kick him," Flarenii huffed.

Itachio rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut, making his way over to the driver's seat.

"Aren't you cold?"

He was caught off guard with that question. Looking down at what he was wearing, he just realized that he was wearing a thin t-shirt.

"No, not really."

The two said nothing else why Itachio drove into the streets.

The city was a strange one with no exact time. People came and hang out with friends at random times so it wasn't a surprise to see a large group of people outside a club one night and absolutely no one there the next.

"It's cold…" Sango shivered in her jacket. Itachio's truck was cold tonight. The last time he had given her a ride home, it was much warmer. Then again, she snuck a look at him, he didn't look well either: pale and tired-looking. Maybe he was sick?

After listening to Sango's directions, they pulled up into the Taijiya driveway. Sango once again pulled Kohaku's arm around her shoulders and refused for Itachio's help, saying that she would be staying for a while here and that he should go home.

As she walked up to the porch, Sango turned around, "I appreciate it, Itachio."

He nodded, rolling up his window, "No problem, dude."

He continued watching for the truck as she knocked on the door, and he didn't drive away until the last of the light out on the porch waned as Sango closed the door after her.

" 'No problem, dude.' That's it? Why couldn't you have said something better?" Flarenii asked, moving into the seat that Sango previously sat in. "This seat's warm." She commented it was relief for her still aching ass.

Yep, they're definitely a couple.

In the morning, Sango's father dropped her off back at the apartments and the brown-haired girl walked up towards her room still feeling full from all the crap her mother had fed her. She smiled; it was good to eat with family.

Her father had dropped her off back at the apartments early in the morning-Sango forgot Kirara at the house when she took Kohaku back home. She was sure that the cat wouldn't be happy with her. Most likely scratch the shit out of her face…

As soon as she walked through the door, a large puff of fur was thrown at her face and Sango of all things, FUCKEN SQUEALED. Okay, now that was bad. Being a depress-o-atic for the last four years and all of a sudden squealing?

"Kirara, it's okay. It's just me." Sango said, holding Kirara out at arm's length. Was it just her, or did Kirara's claws need a manicure. Sango sighed; she had too many things on her mind already.

Sango walked past the kitchen towards her room when something caught her eye. She had one unheard message on her answering machine. The number meant that it was Kagome.

"You have one new message sent at 1:37 A.M."

Sango blinked, why the hell would Kagome be calling her at that time?

"Hey, Sango…Just called to talk to you…" Kagome sounded like she had a cold, and was that just a sniff she heard?

"This is sort of sudden, but Inuyasha called off the Las Vegas trip at the last minute. I can imagine what Kikyo would do; I still haven't told her about it yet. But-" Here another sniff. "Even if you weren't planning on going, just thought that you might want to know. I can't believe he blew as off for a family reunion in Alaska…Bye."

There was a loud click; she must have slammed the phone down.

Sango looked down at the phone in her hands, sort of sadly. They must have been shouting at each other again. Inuyasha really did it to make Kagome cry like that. At least Miroku never…

Damn, she had finally gotten over thinking about him to putting all his pictures in the house away. Guess that really didn't help. She was so used to looking over to her lamp top to see a picture of his beaming smile looking back at her. The only thing there now was a line free of dust.

Glancing at her alarm clock, Sango realized that she would have to leave for work in a few hours. Maybe she should tell Kikyo about the trip being off and all…

Or not.

"I can't believe it!" Kikyo screeched, slamming her fist down onto the counter. "I was looking forward to slot machines and cute black-jack dealers for months, but no-o-o-o; somebody just had to call me at five in the morning to tell me that that little sonova- Sorry, we ran out of bagels. We still have the buttered croissants if you'd like…You welcome…That little sonova bitch called off the trip and to make matters worst, Suikotsu won't have time to see me for the next two weeks. If those damn co-workers of his are getting sick all the time, then we need new doctors pronto!"

Koharu was hiding behind a serving platter and Momiji and Botan were hugging each other in fear. Sango blinked. Funny, didn't Kikyo usually have totally OC emotional breakdowns around four in the afternoon?

The next time Sango glanced at the clock, it read 3:30 P.M. Time flies when you're bored off your ass.

In about the next two seconds, she felt totally different.

"Hey, Sandy! Finally found you, I totally fergot your work shifts and I couldn't find my info for a while, but fuck! You look friggin' pale!" Flarenii called loudly and bluntly, as she stepped through the front door.

Sango's first instinct was to hoist the girl up off her feet and throw her out into the street head first; hopefully get runned over, but that would look bad in front of the other customers. Suck it up, suck it up…

When Sango said nothing, Flarenii frowned and walked up to the counter and continued speaking. "Well, anyway I came to invite you to go Trick-or-Treating with us." Flarenii took a seat on a bar stool and started spinning around on it. "You can bring your lil' bro and all your little friends if you wanna, but just make sure I don't see that brat with the orange hair and that bitch, Ayame…Gome…whatever her name is."

Sango wiped the counter with a rag and replied, "No, I'm too old for that kind of stuff."

Liar, you used to dress up and go the whole shebang when Miroku was still here.

Flarenii's tough-guy-ordering-you-around attitude dissipated (A/N: Not sure if I'm using it right…), "What? B-but I would look like a total loser with Lame-ass chaperoning me!"

Hearing that, Sango felt a sense of déjà vu surround her.

"There's nothing to laugh about." Sango replied. "You can tell my blind date that I'm not interested."

Flarenii, at least that's what the name she told Sango, visibly deflated. Confidence and all. "B-but…my friend needs a date. I mean he's a total loser without a girl! And I already promised him that I'll find someone just like him! Please…eh…Sorry didn't catch your name."

Flarenii was already starting a business with her and she didn't even know her client's name yet? Business people these days only remember the amount of money that the client owes them. "Sango."

"So, Sango, how 'bout it. It's only one night, and if you think he's not your tight, which I seriously doubt since you guys both have this stuck up look and shit…cough, you can kick him in the balls and be on your way. Not to mention we won't ever bother you again." Flarenii flashed her a it's-fool-proof smile.

Flarenii: the annoying little cupid-girl with the weird clothes and a bitchy attitude and her strange brace-filled smiles. Makes you wonder why she's like that.

Sango sighed, even if Itachio was there and even if you get free candy, she wasn't really up for it. Wait? Did she just fucken say that Itachio would be there? Oh, god.

"Fine, just don't pull me into anything stupid."

From the smile on her face, Sango knew she gave the girl an idea.

"Of course. It's Halloweener's Time!"

Oh, fuck.

End Chapter

Longest chapter in this story for the time being. Eh, sorry for the long update this time. I kept trying to put things off in hopes that it'll sound better. Review please! (Flames welcome.)