Perfections' finally gone

By; Bernadette

Author's Note; Okay, now that I've been able to actually create a youtube video, there's no need for me to post anymore complaints about it. Now, my next thing to say is that if the readers want me to be consistent with my updates, make sure you review so I know that you still fancy that particular story. Remember, I don't update any chapters unless I have enough reviews to motivate me.

Summary; In the beginning, I didn't have much to live with, but that was okay; I had my father and my brother with me, supporting my every move. I didn't know how to survive without them, since after all; they're all I had. Who was to know that I would be living a life without them?

Chapter 2: Watch the hell where you're goin' wench!

Sango stared at the male before her, her chocolate orbs widening in shock of what she just did. The person she had thrown up on was rather an attractive male. He was a bit on the short side for an average male, but what he lacked in height, he made up for appearance and muscular build. Long, luscious velvet-coloured hair that twirled into a single long braid that trailed down his back. His evenly tanned skin glistened in the poorly lit lunchroom; a purple tattoo marked the center of his forehead.

Sango blinked, and took a step back, after all what else was she was supposed to do? She threw up on him, the sickly liquid staining his outfit and the putrid smell staining probably (most likely) his nostrils, not to mention her own. She smiled nervously and bowed her head to him, wondering if he would take her apology.

"Don't waste your breath on apologizing wench, your stupidity caused me my shirt," he snarled, glaring pointedly at the chocolate-haired teenager. Sango shrank back and turned her head, hearing the laughter all around her. With another bow, Sango ran out of the room embarrassment staining her cheeks.

More laughter erupted in the lunchroom; Sango could hear the yell of that particular boy, telling them to "shut the fuck up". The young woman walked away from the door, silently heading towards the nurse's room to clean up and possibly get a slip to go home early.

She flushed in embarrassment once she realized the situation she was in, why the hell didn't she keep it in? Because the friggin' juice she was friggin' drinking was probably years expired and probably someone forgot to throw the damn thing away.

"Though, I should tell Kikyo that I'll…"

"Tell Kikyo what?"

Sango turned around seeing the face of her friend. A small smile made its way through her face and she reached out to hug her, the feeling of the need to talk to pulsing through her veins. Kikyo, a bit surprised of her friend's actions simply stood there, letting her friend hug her.

"I threw up on some random kid and I was so damn embarrassed." Sango told her, letting go of Kikyo.

"You…threw up?" Kikyo questioned her, a delicate eyebrow cocked up at her statement, a bit disbelieving that Sango would…actually do such a thing.

"Yeah, I drank some of the school …drink and… it all came back up…though before I was forced to face him and that's when I let it go," Sango said thoughtfully, rethinking the whole entire event. Kikyo nodded her head and lead Sango to the nurses' office.

"You're going home, I'll take care of any rumours wandering around once your gone, that's okay, am I right?" Kikyo asked coolly. Sango nodded, acting as if a child listening to her mother after a long day at school. Well, there were many days Kikyo had to look after her, Sango knew that even if her parents and brother were gone, she knew if there was a day she needed someone to rely on, it would always be Kikyo.

"Thank you Kikyo, I appreciate you helping me."

"Don't worry about it. Little things like these should be quickly stamped out for others to maintain focus on other, prosperous, big things."

Sango smiled slightly, feeling somewhat by Kikyo's words and the way she had said it, it seemed that Kikyo had her own affairs to handle. Sliding the doors, a young man, possibly in his early twenties, in the corner of Sango's eyes, she saw Kikyo flinch.

'Kikyo?' Sango thought, wondering why she would flinch at the mere sight of this man.

"Ah! Welcome, Welcome… I'm Suikotsu Dasanteki, the new school nurse…is there anything you need?" he asked kindly, his eyes warm and welcoming.

"Yeah… I—got…"

"My friend's sick, she just threw up and I'm requesting for her to go home," Kikyo interjected. Sango glanced at her friend, a bit startled by her sudden outburst, not to mention the softening look in her eyes.

Suikotsu glanced at Kikyo, his eyes twinkling with a certain type of glee, with a nod of his head; he patted the bed behind him.

"Please lie down for awhile while I make the phone call to your parents…and what's their personal phone numbers?" Suikotsu questioned, pawing through the old nurse's phone book.

"I think I can handle myself, I'll go home myself." Sango said her voice barely over a whisper. But her message got through, Kikyo and Suikotsu glanced at her, confusion clouding the nurse's eyes.

"If it's not a bother, we'll take the nurse's early release sheet and be on our way now," Kikyo said coldly stepping forward. The nurse simply stared at her and shook his head.

"Sorry, but you can't do that unless you have a parent or a legal guardian come here and pick you up, it's in the school's policy."

"Who the hell reads that crap anyways?" Sango spat out turning her heel on the doctor and her best friend, leaving them to look after her in a state of shock.

'Damn nurse, he had to say something didn't he?' Sango asked herself viciously, running her hand through her tangled locks.

'I knew today was going to be a long day, I just didn't realize it would be that type of a day' Sang thought releasing an exasperated sigh.

'Plus my teacher lied to me, saying I had some extra credit to do. What a liar,' Sango thought to herself, scratching the back of her head irritably.

'Eh? Why am I getting down on this? It's probably just a cruel twist of fate…that nurse… he didn't know anything about me so why am I getting all riled up on his part? And sensei was just worried on my part and is trying his best to make sure I don't fall behind on my studies," Sango reasoned, reflecting what happened so far in the day.

"And that boy… well at least I wasn't at the receiving point of the puke," Sango said chuckling at the thought of her trudging through school smelling like expired juice and other foods that she ate this morning and the night before.

Sango clucked her tongue and tasted the bitter tang of the still remains.

"Ugh… that's awful. I need to go to the bathroom and gargle the taste out," Sango said aloud, rushing to the nearest bathroom in this hallway. She hastened her pace once she spotted a group of girls heading her way. She recognized those girls, and she didn't necessarily like them.

The sound of running water reached her ears. Sango cupped her hand, the water filling the pal of her hand. She craned her head forward and slurped the water, sucking the water in and out in both a vertical and a horizontal motion.

"Peh," Sango spat out. The chocolate-haired teenager grabbed the paper towel that she set up beside her, wiping her mouth.

"Hey you guys, did you hear? I saw some new boys and oh…my…god!" Sango promptly wiped her mouth, knowing all too well who just said that. With a simple sigh, Sango quickly threw the towel away, hoping nothing else would go wrong.

'Well, I should go to class… there's nothing else good gonna' happen,' Sango thought taking a sharp turn away from the bathroom.

"Sango!! Wait!!"

'Eghh…' Sango moaned to herself, turning to greet the young girl. The brown-haired teenager forced out a small smile at the oncoming girl, wondering what in the world did she do to deserve this meeting.

"Ah…Kagome-san, what are you doing in this section of the school? I thought you were still in Year Nine" Sango commented politely.

"Well, I was looking for Kikyo, she left so early this morning that I didn't get the chance to talk to her about something," Kagome smiled brightly at the older teenager, her bubbly attitude taking over her mouth.

"Really?—"

"Yeah, and I'm glad that she left early too! I saw these guys walking around campus and they were looking pretty cute, maybe I could hook you up with one of them, or maybe I might be able to snag a guy myself," Kagome trailed on, a devious intent into her words.

"Oh…"

'I didn't know that Kagome was that type of girl. I always took her for the nice and friendly type,' Sango sighed inwardly.

"I mean, don't get me wrong Sango, I like Inuyasha a lot, but sometimes I think he's only visiting me because of Kikyo," Kagome said, catching her awry-toned voice.

"Yeah, heh…"

Sango glanced Kagome over, wondering what in seven hells she was wearing. Her clothing seemed like the cropped version of her ordinary school uniform. Her green skirt that used to go past her knees was now about an inch or two above her kneecap. The shirt that accompanied her skirt used to be loose, showing no curves had now been tightened, the shirt clutching desperately against Kagome's body.

"Kagome? What's up with your school uniform?"

"Ohh? This?" Kagome twirled around, a pleased smile placed on her lips. A small slim finger rested against her chin, in a supposedly thoughtful stance.

"It's cute isn't it? I was just washing it in the washing machine and then I threw it in the dryer. I never thought that it would turn out like this. It's so cool, right Sango?" Kagome clasped her hands together and glanced at Sango expectantly.

"Well, it's a little showy."

"I think it's pretty cool. It's sorta' kinda' like yours, Anyways I'll see you later Sango," Kagome waved turning her back on the chocolate-haired teenager.

'That girl…she should know better, after living with a sister as modest as Kikyo…' Sango trailed off, knowing that she shouldn't compare the two sisters. They were different people and different people chose different paths.

"Whatever, I guess I should get back to class. Skipping won't do any good for me," Sango said turning back around. Sango walked on, her eyes downcast as she thought of how the day went.

'What the hell was that for wench?!'

'I wonder how that guy's doing, I wonder if I'll meet up with him again. I hope I don't and if I do, I hope he doesn't recognize me as the girl that threw up chunky white digested food particle on him…' A small sigh escaped Sango's lips; she probably won't get out through with this school day without encountering him first.

"Hopefully that idiot won't remember me…" Sango muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. Sango strolled along, still staring at the tips of her shoes, she didn't find the need to look where she was going, there was no one in sight… dammit, she was looking it over again.

Fuggin' BAM.

Sango fell down with great force, her backside encountering a painful introduction to her school's marble floor (AN: I know school's probably don't have those type of floors, but what the heck?) A low-sounding moan escaped her lips; her hands reached her backside, rubbing it to relieve herself from the pain.

"What the hell is your problem?! You don't just walk around the damn hallways looking down at your feet! Why the hell are you doing that in the first place?"

"Huh?" Sango looked up, seeing an angry male staring down at her. Sango stared at him in shock, how can her day be so twisted like right now?

Author's Note: Well, not much of an encounter was in this chapter. I hope this update will bring inspiration to others to write some more Sango and Bankotsu fanfictions. I've already read all of them and I think there needs to be a rise of this couple. I mean come on, why are people so high strung about Sango and Miroku when he basically cheats on her everytime? They both agreed to have a baby but Miroku's still asking every other woman if they would have the honor to bear his children. I swear, some girl's gonna cut his precious jewels off and I'll laugh.

Bankotsu deserves someone that'll keep him in line and help hm realize that killing isn't everything. :D So, can anyone convert any writer's to be BS shipper? Haha BS...

Oh and does anyone want part of Kikyo's P.O.V. in the next chapter?