Ok so lately in my life I just been as bored as Kikyou. I don't know, it seems so meaningless, it just keeps going. I mean everyday I go to school, I sit down and I take in stuff I know I'll never need again or stuff I already know, yet I do everyday. So I suppose this whole story is just my life with different names. Kikyou is me, Sango is the girl I long to meet.

Chapter two: So fed up.

'I was… bored'- Death Note

Sango was as different as they come in my school. Even if I lived in Tokyo I didn't much hang with cosplayers or Goths, and in my school there was only one. Sango didn't really dress Goth to tell the truth, she did always wear a black something, either a top of pants. She had one long black over coat, but it wasn't super Goth either. She sat alone in all her classes, she didn't write down anything nor did she seem to take anything in yet always scored high. All the girls seemed to hate her, all the guys made fun of her by saying she was just as manly as them. But she didn't care. In fact they'd shut their traps the second she looked up and gave her signature glare.

So after that I use to sit beside her, and eat near her. At first she glared at me, and I cringed inside a little but I tried to not care what anyone thought, not even her. It was all a complete lie of course, I cared what she thought more then anyone. Finally as I was sitting near her I pulled out a new anime I saw which I thought she might have liked 'Le portrait de petit Cossette' and placed it on the table. I shifted in my bag to make it look as if I didn't place it there with inner purpose. When I looked back up it was in Sango's hands.

"Oh, you like that anime?" I asked and reached across the table but she yanked it away from my hand. Then I was scared to get robbed. "Yah, Cossette is awesome, but the painting version of her is even better" She said and opened the case. I nodded and pulled out my lunch, there was enough food for two. Sango pulled out the poster it came with then looked at me and smiled, for the first time. "Did you know you can flip the cover?" She asked and I shook my head. She pulled out the picture in the front and flipped it over so I could see there was a pose on the other side. I grabbed the cover from her hand. "Wow!" I said happily.

"Want some?" I asked and pushed my lunch towards her. I could tell she was at battle with herself, her mouth would open a little then snap close and finally she said "No". I shrugged and bit in my lunch, happy she finally talked. After that I brought my darkest manga, Elfen Lied also turned out to be a favourite of hers. We talked of the amount of gore in each one and then how dark it is and how dark it should be. Finally we hung out after school one day and as we sat alone at the bus stop, she pulled out a cigarette. She didn't ask but instead handed me one and lit up hers then passed me the lighter. "So whats your story?" She asked and I shifted my weight. "Well, my dad left my mom a while ago to be with some slut across town"- he also took my only sister with him- "and now my mom seems to blame me for all of it" I said and fiddled with the cigarette.

"Yah, well my dad and mom passed away about six months ago, then foster parents came in and separated me and my brother. Now they've turned him on me, I just know it because no matter what he won't talk to me. I don't care that much, because I'm still fighting to get custody of him. I will one day, I just hope he doesn't utterly hate me by then" She took a puff of the cig and then flicked it out when it was only half way done. She stood up and snapped her fingers in my face, and I placed the cigarette in her hand. "God, if you don't smoke Kikyou just say so" She said and flashed a smile.

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I picked up my phone and fell on the big couch. I didn't have to work tonight and mom wasn't home due to her own accord, so I thought I'd try to meet up with Inuyasha. I began to dial half his number then stopped and hung up. I didn't want to meet up with him so he could grope me and beg for sex, I was still a virgin and dead scared of losing my innocence. I was scared I just wouldn't feel… clean. With that thought in mind I dial Sango's number.

At first I couldn't hear much, her voice kept cutting off and her throat sounded raspy. "What do you want?" She asked, rudeness about her words. "Sorry if you didn't" I started but she cut me off. "Sorry I'm just trying to stop the bleeding," She said and I heard the phone drop. When I knew it was by her ear again I asked "Whats wrong?" "Nothing my wrist are just badly cut open" She said and sighed. "WHAT?" I screamed and sat upright; gripping the phone not sure if I should rush over there or not. "I normally just cut a little to make me feel death, but today man I went too far and now it feels so cool" She said and laughed. She was laughing? At what?

"I'm coming over there!" I yelled and started towards the door. "Don't need too, I mean I'm fine it just a cool feeling. Its like being stoned or something, slowly falling asleep and slipping away. Its nice". I couldn't believe it, "Don't fall asleep!" I yelled and she laughed. "Well duh, if I fall asleep I'm done for, dead as can be. So I stay awake and blood stops," She said again, I could picture the grin on her face.

"Sango! I didn't know you did such things!" I cried and griped the couch pillow. She sighed and chuckled to herself "Oh right, you wouldn't know, I always wear long sleeves". I didn't know how to react at first, who was I too say to Sango she shouldn't do that? "Sango, I, I" I stuttered. "Listen to you, its like I'm dead or something, calm down! Bye!" She giggled and hung up the phone.

For a while I just sat and listened to the dial tone before finally clicking 'off'. My gut sunk and I couldn't feel anything but numbness. Who could do that to themselves and act perfectly normal about it? I walked to the bathroom and pulled out one of my leg razors. I then ran to the kitchen and pulled out a knife. I stabbed the plastic side of the razor over and over until it finally broke open. Four super thin razors fell onto the kitchen counter, and so did little bits of plastic. I picked up one of the razor to notice it was as flimsy as paper, and I could bend it just by holding it to hard. I grabbed the rest of the razor and threw it into the garbage, still holding the one in my hand.

I walked to my room and sat down on the bed. Rolled up my sleeve and placed the razor to my skin. I pulled back then and thought about mom finding out, I couldn't let her. I grabbed the calf of my leg and slid the razor across it. It was hard to explain, it didn't really hurt. It stung a little, only for a few seconds. Then it felt good, really good. Like I was releasing some sort pain held up inside and all the boredom with life I felt a second ago was gone. Sango was right, it was nothing big to worry about, in fact it was good! People should embrace this!

I loved this.

(Hee, thing is with the whole leg razor thing is really the first time I ever cut myself, and the razor inside those leg razors really are flimsy, but they cut none the less.)