InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Moth to a Flame ❯ Sango's Worries ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

“ Mom, has Kohaku stepped through the door yet?” Sango swiftly hung up her tight leather jacket, wiping the excess dirt onto the floor matter realizing it was already midnight and the squirt hadn't even been home yet sleeping in his bed. Her mother adjusted her glasses, placing the magazine down away from her face and turned to Sango, who had sweat gleaming off her forehead. Her mother gave a crooked smile, adjusting her arms on the teal green couch and softly sighed, knowing she last heard from him hours ago. “ He hasn't. I called his cell a couple of times but no answer.” Sango kicked off her black combat boots closing the door slightly, letting a cool draft come in.

“ That isn't like the squirt.” Sango's violet eyes noticed the worry look planted on her mother's face, even giving her a scare which was rare of her since she usually thought he was out partying late with a few friends, still she felt compelled to worry.

She stepped into the kitchen, grabbing the bread and staring out the window seeing all the lit up lights from the houses, and the few bright stars that were rare to see in the city but she enjoyed watching them staring at them in wonder, but her mind was somewhere else worrying about her younger brother Kohaku. “ He thinks because he's sixteen he can go roam around doing whatever he pleases!” Sango thought to herself, holding the knife and slicing through the bread, just skimming her fingers that made her heart beat out of her chest with her carelessness. Plainly, she watched her mother keeping herself busy with a magazine, hiding her worries and fears taking long, depressed glances at the window hoping for him to return home safely. Sango could see the deep effect on her mother, the same stunt she had pulled on her mother before. She thought since she began older she could stay out longer, without a warning, without a care, and then she read of a young teen had done the same thing…and she never made it back home. She burned with that resent; of being a foolish teen just like her brother was slowly transforming into.

Flashback-

“ Sango relax. It's just a party!” Kohaku laughed sipping his drink, letting it splash his dry throat with a manly attitude, seeing nothing wrong with the whole picture. Sango narrowed her eyes at him, sitting with her legs around the back part of chair. “ That's what I'm afraid of…” Sango rolled her eyes, trying to make him aware of the dangers of a simple party. She knew her brother was older, but that didn't change the fact he was very curious, and nobody would be there to watch over him, and stop him from making huge mistakes. Sota's dark eyes wondered around Sango, raising an eyebrow feeling so lame that his sister was still trying to hold his hand, through everything.

“ Sango, really do you think I want my hand held all the time?” His voice hit her like a couple of knifes into the chest, while Sango winced at the thought remember her always looking after Kohaku everywhere they went, and always telling Kohaku to be careful or watch out. True enough, she knew she couldn't do that anymore she had to let him sit back and make the decisions, even if they were wrong. Sango glanced out the window for a moment, gazing at the stars in her thoughts not knowing how to answer back, because for once he was right. “ Maybe I have been holding his hand alittle too long. After all, I've been doing it my whole life. For once in his life he's right about something.” Her long brown hair dropped to her shoulders, grasping the kitchen counter understanding what he said, and knowing what she was doing wrong.

“ Sango I just think your being like this after all the things you gotten yourself into. So don't try to hold my hand, when I don't need it. Your afraid I'm going to make mistakes like you aren't I?” Sango felt another stab into her chest. Her brother was already opening her eyes, to everything that was true she was hiding underneath, inside of her. Clearly, he could see right through her better than anyone else could. Sango softly closed her eyes, trying to regain her strength sadly remembering all the mistakes she had made herself that were dreadful to remember.

“ How stupid am I? I thought that party would be great and I would have fun and return home, and everything return back the way it was suppose to be. I almost died…Mom will never forgive me and what happened. Being rushed in an ambulance just proved I failed.. All because of drugs…out of curiosity…one simple mistake almost cost me my whole entire life.. and I almost lost my family on top of that. I'm surprised I got a second chance because, not everybody does…Mom will never forgive me, I know inside she hasn't and never will. She almost lost me. She's afraid one day Kohaku will do the same thing, and I just don't want him to become what am I now…A failure.”

“Kohaku you'll understand being older, doesn't mean you'll be wiser. You make bigger mistakes than you ever did when your young. So don't act like you know everything, because you don't, and you won't for awhile….” Sango managed to voice out how she felt, without really saying the truth. She just glanced at his face, and managed herself staring back at her; with the same rebellious attitude, feeling invincible and her inside her mother's shoes. Herself, now being the worried one becoming her mother, and her younger brother being the younger version of herself. “ Anyways squirt, I'm going out with Miroku for awhile, and mom is sleeping.She told me before you decide to go anywhere clean up, and wake her up and tell her if your going to leave. Alright?”

Sota watched her tying up her thick, black leather combat boots wearing her bloody red skirt trying to look at her brother as himself, rather than the reflection of the old her that she tried to bury underneath and lock away into the past. “ Feh, fine. I promise. But you haven't cleaned up either!” Kohaku managed to catch her in the act, the minute one foot was out the door. “ Well I help mom all the time, is it isn't an excuse. When I come home tonight I'll clean up the kitchen, promise.”

End of Flashback

Kohaku put on a lazy smile, shaking hands with her while she waved off and headed outside to the honking horn, with the beautiful red convertible resting against the driveway.

Sango stared long and hard at the clock, watching eleven transform into twelve o'clock and Kohaku still hadn't even came onto the sidewalk, or even walked inside the house yet. Sango could see her mother nervousness hazed in her eyes, flipping continuously through the magazine trying to keep her mind off of something like this. “I know I shouldn't go and hold his hand.. but this is alittle too late. Now I'm afraid something went wrong. Mom is only still up, because of him being late. In so many ways he's exactly like me, and that's what scares me. Being sixteen you believe you can do anything, god I wish he understood what he's doing!” Sango smacked his fist against the counter, feeling the burning sensatation pulsing through her fingers, straight up her arm. Her violet eyes saw her mother weakly trying to keep her eyes open longer, until she knew it was safe enough to sleep knowing he was in the house, and safely at home. She looked too afraid to even dare rest her eyes; because she knew, one day she could fall asleep and one day she could wake up with him still missing.

Sango wasn't going sit and let the frustration or her worries wash over her anymore, she was going to hunt him down and find him whether he considered it holding his hand or not, it would kill her inside and out if she didn't. “ I don't care if he thinks I'm holding his damn hand! But right now I need to. I'm not going to let mom worry the whole night, and me stay here wondering if he's safe or not, or if he's just late. This is probably how mother felt when I use to do this to her. That's why, I'm not going to let that happen again.” Her feet smacked against the kitchen titles, grabbing the slim leather coat, that was draped over the kitchen chair and heading to the front grabbing her beaten up pair of boots.

“ I'll show him what an idiot he's being…Mom, go upstairs and get some rest, please.”

Sango begged, standing all dressed ready to take on the outside world into the blackness and the coldness. Her mother laid on the couch weakly looked at her daughter, with the knitted blanket barely keeping her warm and comfortable. “ But what about Kohaku? He hasn't come home yet…” She cleared her throat, sounded very tired and strained from forcing herself to be awake almost all night. Sango bent down on her knees near the ledge of the couch, eye level with her mother noticing the worry, the scare inside her voice and the fear hazed into her eyes.

“ Mom, I'll go look for him. I don't want you to stay up all night, and worry about when he's coming home.” Sango placed a strong smile on her face, trying to be brave and show her mother with her attitude she was sure she'd bring him home safely and sound, and that she would be able to sleep and dream away without no worries about her son.

She could see her mother's depressed face, placing a tiny hint of courage on her face knowing Sango would never her let her down when it came to family, or anyone she truly cared about. “ Thank you Sango. You're a good sister, and a wonderful daughter to do this.” Sango's eyes widened hugging her mother faithfully, reassuring her that everything would likely be alright and that she would do her best to make sure she'd bring the squirt home.

“ Mom, I'll make sure he comes home…and when he does he's going to understand what he's doing to everyone. Leaving all of us to worry because, he decides he wants to come home later, or go somewhere else without warning.