Author's Note: DAMN! It's been a LOOOOOOOOOONG time! I'm so sorry for those who were reading this story! However, luckily for you – my writing has improved & I'm finishing this story! Due to the period of time, the plot will be going in a slightly different direction, which is why I revamped Ch.5.

Enjoy! :]

Disclaimer: InuYasha and Co. belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Any other characters are created by me and you must have permission to use them. If any events in the story seem similar it's purely coincidental.



Title: Sanctuary of Broken Dreams

Chapter Five: Kids Will Be Kids

"Well, how long do you think he'll wait?" asked the husky female voice. "My Lady that depends on the appearance of the Century Wings doesn't it?" responded the young man, standing beside her, looking quite disturbed by her question.

"But what if I told you those very wings have reached us, already?"

Mouth agape; the young man gathered his thoughts."Y-Y-ou mean...!"

Arising from her sitting position on the window sill, she turned to glimpse the face of her beloved childhood friend and servant, Taki. The silver moon illuminated her long, midnight locks, while casting shadows along her silky, pale skin. Her crimson lips smiled impishly, and her grey-blue eyes almost bewitched him as she spoke.

"Fate has begun to align the path of players and since most of already passed 'Start' on the game board... I'll begin to reinforce my rules, very soon."

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The midnight-haired girl drank her glass of milk, huffing and sighing between sips. She just couldn't believe it. Even after Kaede had told her that InuYasha had decided to go to school earlier this morning, she still couldn't believe it. He had actually left her, without saying goodbye.

As Kaede entered the kitchen, Kagome sighed heavily, again.

"Good morning, Kagome. Why are ye sighing so?" her grandmother asked maternally. She watched as the steel grey-eyed girl lowered her shoulders sadly, and awaited her response. After a few minutes, she heard her angelic granddaughter whisper, "He never said goodbye."

Now it was Kaede's turn to sigh.

Goodbyes were a very sensitive subject for Kagome. Especially, since she never had gotten the chance to say goodbye to those she had loved most, in her previous life as a human.

Hugging the gloomy child from the back and looking at her sideways, the wise woman said, "Maybe because this wasn't the end for him."

Kagome's eyes lit up at the idea. "You know what, Grandma? Maybe you're right." At the same time though, she thought, 'At least, I hope you are. Oh, Yasha…'

She shook her head, slightly. Such a negative thoughts belonged nowhere, in her head! She was an angel of God, and her duties weren't going to get themselves done. She would have to report to the Dream Master soon, if her full recovering took longer than five days. Since the damage to her wings hadn't been that fatal, she could probably start her dream work in a day or to, avoiding the report situation, entirely. 'Good thing to,' she mused. 'All that paperwork wasn't fun, at all.'

Finishing her last sip, Kagome took her glass to the sink; where nearby her grandmother had begun to make her own breakfast. "Grandma, I'll need to stay awhile longer, to make sure my recovery-" she started to say. Interrupting her, Kaede chuckled.

"Ye can stay as long as ye need to, Kagome. Ye is my granddaughter, are ye not?" Chuckling more, she continued. "It's not like ye need an invitation to stay at this house."

A wide smile broke out from within the raven beauty's features. She stooped a bit, to give her big-hearted grandmother a huge, bear hug. "Oh, Grandma! What would I do without you?!"

"Mhn, ye would probably starve. What kind of kind of breakfast is God allowing you to eat up there? Ye arms are so stringy!"

Laughter erupted throughout the kitchen, reverberating through the whole house.

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"Form a line, children!" yelled their history teacher, Mr. Kimizuki, to his students coming off the school bus. Despite his order, the teens had other ideas, since they continued to…

...kicking each other,

kiss one another,

read,

zone out,

make snow angels,

listen to their music,

dance,

and gossip.

Basically, ignoring every word from Mr. Kimizuki's mouth.

From the back of the line, Miroku and InuYasha were watching the situation unfold. Ever since they had experienced their teacher's hot temper, it was their hobby of watching to see what made him really tick. So far he was definitely popping' some blood vessels. Smirking knowingly, Miroku began the countdown. "One, two, and three..."

Just as the word five escaped his mouth, the snow-angel-making-kids switched gears to snowball-making-kids, and then snowball-throwing-kids!

WHAMP!

"Ten," finished the violet-eyed boy.

"You blasted freaks of nature! GET IN A LINE, RIGHT NOW!!"

All 32 students were stunned.

Immediately they got into a line, without as much as a peep. Miroku just burst out in silent laughter, his shoulders heaving, uncontrollable. InuYasha couldn't laugh along with him this time. He was too busy rubbing his sensitive, dog ears.

"Ouch..."

"That was quite a show...Mr. Kimizuki?" asked a feminine voice from behind their teacher. Immature howls and whistles broke out like a plague, the shouting of their professor long forgotten.

InuYasha sighed. His classmates couldn't stay quiet for no more than a few minutes.

Stepping out in the heels of the devil, a tall busty dark-haired woman with a hot bob took her place beside Mr. Kimizuki. "Welcome to the Theatre of Japanese Arts, ladies and gentleman. I will be your hostess for the day. You can call me Yura," she purred.

This only received more hollers and hoots form the guys.

Glancing over at his best friend, he was surprised that he wasn't hollering and hooting along with them. After all, she was pretty hot. However, the silver-haired boy's surprise quickly turned to annoyance.

From the moment, the lecherous boy had heard this woman's voice, he had probably been drooling.

InuYasha could prove this from the ever-growing puddle of it, at his feet.

"Miroku," he growled. "GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!"

Looking over at the furious half-demon, with a love struck look upon his face, he said, very intelligently, "Wha...?"

The half-demon continued to glare at him. "How you manage to have a girlfriend to this day still puzzles me," he muttered, following his class and half-dragging his dazed friend.

Yura, their hostess gave them the grand tour of the theatre. It was huge and exquisitely decorated. They had many showrooms, furnished with beautiful red, black, or white furniture and even a gallery of fine Japanese art. Finally the dark-haired woman showed us the food stand and the washrooms, then spoke to the class. "Thanks to your thoughtful teacher, you will be watching, Memoirs of Maidmosielle Butterfly. A personal favorite of mine… Anyways, please make your way to Theatre 8. Enjoy," she finished, purring slightly, again.

"Fantastic," muttered the unimpressed, half-demon muttered under his breath.

Miroku must've regained his intelligence after her departure because he whispered, "Thoughtful? The hot-head just wanted a temporary vacation from work."

Too bad his effort had been completely pointless.

The play had only just begun, and the rest of his classmates had taken it up on themselves to continue their rowdy, rambunctious behavior. Paper planes flew over head. Random outburst of giggling, followed by someone's hoarse whispers of, "Shut up, already!" To matters worse, constant chatter amongst the students, become permanent background music for each scene. They might as well have decided to watch a silent film.

Feeling a poke in his shoulder, InuYasha turned to his left to see what the lecherous monk could possibly want from him. "Yeah?"

"I was thinking... Clearly, this isn't the most educational trip we've ever been on, so why don't we leave?" Miroku's violet eyes twinkled mischievously.

He arched his silver brow. On any other day, he would've just shrugged off the monk's ideas, but right now, he was really, really bored. "What do you have in mind?"

The dark-haired boy grinned. "Let's head out to see the gorgeous Sango!"

'No wonder,' the half-demon thought, rolling his amber eyes. Obviously, the woman-obsessive boy wanted to see his girlfriend, now, that Yura was no longer with us.

"Oh, please? Please, please!" Violet orbs widened without desperation.

InuYasha sighed. When it came to Sango, Miroku would pull out any and every trick from his book, to convince him to go with him. Sango had this boy wrapped around her little finger, which his best friend had gladly accepted, even if that meant other woman were off limits. It was a good thing that Sango was an amazing girl though, or he would be worried.

"Fine."

Appreciation shown from Miroku's eyes, and he thanked his silver-haired best friend. Then a mischievous glint returned to his eyes, "Let's blow this joint!"

This would be an easy task because Mr. Kimizuki's class was spread out, so all they had to do was get up from their seats, near the end of their row and sneak off into the theatre's shadows without being noticed by their professor. It'd be easy enough for a highly-skilled monk and a half-demon to accomplish.

Even if their professor was a retired ninja.

"Are you ready?" whispered Miroku.

Nodding in response, InuYasha swiftly left his seat to blend within the darkness. He heard the dark-haired monk follow his movements, and both of them stealthily headed towards the front door. Once they reached it, they slowly pushed the doors ajar. Tweak.

They froze.

Hopefully, Mr. Kimizuki's instincts were losing their acuteness because a small sound like would be something he'd easily hear. No one came to stop them. They grinned at each other, continuing their escape, and silently thanking their class' rambunctious behavior.

Safely outside, the mischievous twosome crunched their way through the snow, and towards the all girls' school, further down the street.

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Where she was going now, Kagome had no clue. She had been wandering aimlessly down the streets for about an hour or two.

Her grandmother would probably be wondering what was taking her so long with her requested groceries. The grey-eyed girl laughed a bit, thinking of her grandmother's reaction, which would go something like this: "I bet ye, if God had asked ye to get Him a few things, ye would be back in a flash."

It still amazed her how agreeably the grey-haired woman had been, when she had visited her during her first dream task. Sadly, due to her father's hatred for his mother, Kagome had only gotten to know her grandmother, after running away from home, and ending up at her house. Surprisingly, Kaede had known that she was her granddaughter, and from then on, allowed her to come over, whenever she needed to.

When she died…Kaede didn't know, until the winged Kagome appeared to her a few days afterwards.

The raven-beauty shuddered.

Compared to the other angels, she was still young, so the memories of her past life remained as bright and fresh as the snow, that had begun to fall. She wanted to forget them soon. She needed to.

Or the sadness that overwhelmed her whenever she thought of herself as a young, human girl…would consume her very soul.

A heavy sigh flew from her mouth, causing a puff of air to form.

'I wonder what Yasha is doing.'

She grinned. "Why don't we find out?" The raven beauty stopped in her tracks, briefly, allowing her mind to release itself to become a part of the world's invisible life force.

"Aha!" she shouted triumphantly, and then spoke through her mind saying, 'Found you.'

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Author's Note: Ha, ha. Gotta love Miroku! Review, review, review, please!