A/N: Another short-ish segway chapter and of course, it's in another point of view. lol

Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha or anything else mentioned in this story; duh. XD
Rated: Mature For crude language, sexual references, and mature situations.

CHAPTER 21

"Stupid fag," a boy sneered at me sitting quietly by myself. I didn't look up from my book, hoping that he'd get bored and leave me alone. Guys like him usually did so quite quickly if they were alone.

"Hey, bitch, can't hear?" a different, much deeper voice remarked in the same mocking tone.

Shit. Well, this wasn't going to be fun—but was it ever? It's always been like this, a couple of days each week these guys would just come up to me during lunch and verbally attack me. It sucked, because my close friends all had a different lunch period than me. Every now and then, Micah would skip class to come see me, but today wasn't one of those moments.

"Hey, faggot!" the voice from before hissed before I saw his hand come down and smack the book out of my hands. It landed open on the floor with its pages facing up. I had lost my page because the pages had flipped to a page that I was sure I hadn't read yet. I frowned before I saw his huge foot came down onto the clean white pages of my book. Tears burned my eyes as he lifted his foot to reveal a dark dirty shoe print. The Nike check ran across the page in an insulting manner. I was upset—angry even—because Sango had given me that book as a gift. She said that I'd probably like it, and I did. It wasn't my usual cup of tea, seeing as it was a non-fiction book, but the ideas in it were interesting and true.

Suddenly, the other boy spat and a big glob of dirty saliva hit the stark white pages of my book. He had dip in his mouth, and if it couldn't have gotten worse, he spat again, less this time, but it got on my shoes. I looked up to see people staring on in interest, amazement, and repulsion; just like they did every time these two came up to me. And just like every time, they did nothing—as did I. Looking up I connected with hard blue eyes glaring down at me.

"What?" the boy feigned innocence, as if he hadn't done anything. "Are you going to do something? Huh?" he asked, egging me on. "Pussy licker."

His friend snickered and I fought to keep the tears from falling down my cheeks. I would fight, as long as I could, to keep that from happening because sometimes they did leave me alone after a while.

"You and your retarded sister are the same. Fucking losers," he insulted, and I felt fire fill my mind. Fuck him. I hated him. He was the loser my sister had turned down. He was bitter and hateful. How dare he talk about Kocho like that? Who the fuck did he think he was? Stupid scumbag.

"Oh, getting angry now are we, faggot?" his friend snickered at the sudden tenseness of my face and my furrowed eyebrows. Who the hell was this guy anyways? Why was he with this other loser?

"Excuse me, do you want to repeat that?" a familiar voice asked from behind them, causing them to jump a little. I was surprised. There was no way in hell…

The two boys turned around to see who had interrupted their little bullying session. Behind them, towering over them at least a good four inches was Sango, looking furious.

What was she doing here, at my school, at this time?

The one that my sister had rejected, Miles, just looked at her, trying to place a name with her face, but got nowhere; of course. He eventually evaluated her appearance and scoffed at her.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked daring to look Sango in the eye. The look she was giving him was frightening. His attitude seemed to falter and his friend kind of backed down. Her green eyes were spitting bloody murder.

"Who I am doesn't matter," Sango said, still glaring hard. I saw that the discoloration around her eye was still fading and almost gone. She had pressed her lips together tightly in an annoyed manner. "What does matter is the question I asked you first."

"And what was-"Miles stopped when his friend hit him on the arm, warningly.

"Dude, just forget about it. Let's go," he suggested in a voice a bit louder than a whisper as he gave Sango sidelong glances from the corner of his eyes. Miles followed after his friend reluctantly, but wisely, because… well, Sango was obviously not going to back down.

"Assholes," she said shamelessly before looking at me. Her face softened as she looked at me and I finally let the tears go. I was embarrassed and hurt, but grateful and relieved that Sango was there. I watched and she reached down and picked up the book. She ripped out the pages that were damaged by the repulsive, dip filled spit and shut it before taking a seat beside me. She set the book down and put her arms around me before pulling me close. Despite the fact that everyone was staring because the guys had been tormenting me and Sango had arrived, I buried my face into her shoulder. She had her hair down, and I brushed it out of the way.

I cried, and she only held me, saying nothing. I could feel a plethora of eyes on us, but I could also tell that Sango was daring anyone to say something with her own. She was perfect. I was glad that she was my friend… I finally decided to say something to my savior and pulled back a little. Sango allowed it, but still held me protectively around the waist.

"Thank you," I mumbled and she nodded, still not speaking. I looked up to see a terrible anger in her eyes as she stared forward at nothing in particular, lost in her thoughts. I took her hand in mine and held in before giving it a gentle squeeze. She looked down at me, the anger quickly sliding beneath concern.

"Do they do that a lot?" she asked staring me in the eye. I was a bit unnerved, but didn't look away.

"Yeah," I admitted, still terribly embarrassed that she had seen that. I was so conflicted at that point. I was undoubtedly elated that Sango had come to my rescue, but it was hard not to be embarrassed that she had seen and heard me go through that without even trying to stop it. I just wasn't the kind of person to do something like stand up for myself.

"And you just sit there, and let them do it?"

"What am I supposed to do?" I whined, feeling hopeless. As if I didn't know I needed to make it stop. It was tearing me down inside. It was part of the reason why I couldn't be with the person I loved… well the lesser part of the reason. I gazed away from Sango, feeling slightly lost in my own head.

"Well, I'd beat them senseless, but I understand that you're… small. So I guess you could tell a teacher?" she said, more like a question.

"As if I don't feel lame enough having you come and save me; I'd feel so much worse if I went running to a teacher. It'd probably make them come back twice as hard with insults like 'snitch' or 'cry baby'," I said stubbornly.

"So… you're upset that I came by?"

I looked up when I caught a hint of resignation in her tone. She looked confused and slightly upset at what I had just said.

"Oh, no! I mean, kind of, but I really appreciate what you just did for me Sango… It's just... Well, you know…"

She sighed and glanced away.

"I'm sorry you have to go through that."

"It's not your fault," I explained, hoping she wouldn't think that it was. They'd picked on me a lot longer—ever since I came out a long time ago.

"I know… It's still a really terrible thing though."

We were silent in the noise of the school during lunch. Sango was just sitting there, holding me. She was so warm and comfortable. Why was she here again?

"Sango?"

"Hmm?" she replied.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, curious.

"Oh… um," she blushed and gave a hesitant smile. "I just came to see you. I figured you had lunch around this time, but I don't know the schedule, so I've just been… hanging around for a little while."

"Really?" I asked, not buying it. "Has anyone approached you; you know, to ask who you are and what you're doing here?"

"No. I got this little sticker from the office for 'visitors'," she said, pointing at the sticker she had stuck to the inside of her jacket. "They think I'm a student that graduated three years ago, only coming to visit old teachers."

She chuckled to herself, finding something amusing and I smiled at her.

"Oh, ok."

"Yeah," she said, once again becoming very quiet. I looked over at her to see that she had fallen prey to her thoughts. No doubt, thinking about Kagome.

I was slightly jealous of the girl who held Sango's heart. She was lucky to have someone like Sango who likes her so much; how wasteful. I would've liked to have Sango like me that way. It would've been such a great thing. Though, my chances were slim when it came to that area. Kagome was very pretty; far prettier than I. She had brilliant eyes and she was undoubtedly attractive. I didn't have much, other than semi-attractiveness. Sango constantly told me I was cute, but I didn't agree much. Then again, wasn't it the nature of teenage girls to lack self-confidence in their appearances?

"You were really mean to her," I suddenly said, and Sango glanced at me, confused.

"Kagome," I said, watching her eyes take on a hurt look. "You were… mean to her."

"Fuck her," she suddenly said, looking away from me.

"You shouldn't be like that, Sango," I advised.

"And why the hell not?" Well, there goes our nice little moment together. Me and my big mouth.

"Because you love her, don't you? Your actions aren't adding up," I said, still thinking about the situation.

"Fuck her," she repeated, almost mechanically. "I don't love her anymore."

"Yeah right," I scoffed. "That's a huge lie. I can tell you think about her a lot."

"I don't love her," she said again, with less conviction.

"As if. Sango, you're in love, ok? Don't try to deny it."

"Not with her," she pressed out, still looking angry.

"Come on, Sango. Aren't you tired of this hurt in your heart? Quit being like that," I groaned. She was so difficult sometimes.

"Shut up," she finally said, and I did. No need to piss her off anymore. I wished she was just less stubborn. Frowning, I let go of her hand and pulled away from her embrace. What the hell was she doing with me, anyways? I was getting a little tired of our strange relationship. But Sango did so much for me and I didn't want to let her go. I was a hypocrite; a selfish hypocrite.

"I'm sorry," she said, her eyes boring into mine frantically.

I shrugged and she leaned forward and kissed me, right in front of everyone. Her lips were soft and gentle, and with the right amount of pressure, I was in heaven. I didn't even register that it had moved past a simple kiss on the lips until she drew backwards, licking her lower lip. I was highly aware of her warm hand, still on my jaw and neck. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was sure she could feel my pulse pounding beneath her fingertips; she tasted so good. Sango was simply too much.

"Please don't be mad at me," she whispered pleadingly.

Shaking my head in a daze, I stared into her sincere green eyes, "Never."

"Ok," she said resting her forehead against mine. This Kagome girl was crazy, I suddenly decided. Why wouldn't you want Sango? Was heterosexuality really worth giving up someone so wonderful?

The bell rang, and she started, obviously not expecting it. She pulled away and gave a lopsided smirk.

"Who would've known that you knew me so well?" she finally said, in a way admitting that she was still in love with Kagome. "I guess… I'll see you later. Call me when you can, ok?"

"Ok," I said standing and she followed suit. "Thank you so much for today."

She smiled at me and leaned forward to kiss me again, this time briefly, on the lips (which were still tingling from the last kiss.)

"You're welcome," she said turning away. "I'll get you another book!"

I looked after her after she stopped lazily waving goodbye to me with the book and headed off toward the front of the school, no doubt to head home. It must get boring at home alone, I wondered. I knew Kagura didn't really want her out of the house much because her ribs were still pretty sore, and I'm sure she had came to see me without permission. I smiled and turned away only to stop before running into a group of guys.

The smile fell from my lips and my body tensed.

"Oh, um," one of the guys started. "Is she your girlfriend?"

What the hell kind of question is that? Would I be kissing someone who wasn't? What kind of slut did they take me for? I wasn't that much of a flirt.

I nodded hesitantly, wondering what they wanted. They didn't seem to be a formidable in character. They just seemed… curious.

"Damn," one of the boys said, "she's fucking hot!"

I blushed, but couldn't help the smile that split onto my lips. I was a bit proud of Sango for being 'hot'. I agreed with them. She was. Definitely.

"Seriously, is she like a super model of something? Bitch came in here all like, commanding and shit," one boy… complimented. I wasn't sure, but I only smiled at him.

They nodded goodbye, still talking about how "hot" Sango was. I had an impulse to call her right then and tell her about what happened but I saw Micah heading to class and I followed after him, eager to tell him before we got to class and had to listen to the lesson and take notes.

Yeah, kind of uneventful chapter, but the next chapter is indeed better! I promise! :D
So, um, thanks for reading. Review, please.
-Enigmatic Ethereality