InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Lining ❯ Prologue: Everything Goes to Hell ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Hi y'all, Kitty here...okay, a few guidelines to keep in mind as you read this story: AU...AAAAAUUUU. This plot is totally one of my own and expect for some OOCness throughout...though I do intend to try to keep them all as in-character as I possibly can. This story is very, very angsty...so if that busts your style, please, for the love of everything that is holy...DON'T READ. If you don't like unhappy endings, you may not want to read. That's only a warning, though, since I *bites finger* still don't know how I'm gonna end this...I have a few different endings in mind, and NOTE that they're not all intended as tear jerkers.

I've included a few OC's, and may include more...ya know, its really hard to think up characters sometimes...*giggle*...so I'm throwing in a few people and friends I've gotten the chance to know.

"..." = speaking

'...' = thinking

.:.///.:. = lyrics

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Inuyasha and Co., I have a shared license. I also don't own Avril Lavinge or any of her songs...including this own titled "My Happy Ending"...although I do have to say that both of her CDs seriously KICK ASS!!

Also, if you know me, you know what I've been through lately...and I'd like to take this time to thank those who have sent me reassuring e-mails towards my loss and also to the Woo Hoo Haven peeps...YOU GUYS ARE THE COOLEST PEOPLE I KNOW!!

Thanks for all the support and love *grins* and the cute 'hugs' e-mail from my Bubby Boy, who is *sigh* sadly away in San Francisco...just for you Boy...my infamous quote:

"Don't touch more booty than necessary when lifting your partners, Bubby...I have spies EVERYWHERE!!"

*clears throat* Anyway, hope you enjoy the fic, and please review if possible!

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Prologue ~ My Happy Ending

.:.So much for my happy ending.:.
.:.Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh....:.

The girl sighed, lightly running a finger over the smooth surface of the guitar as it sat cradled in the soft velvet of a worn out case. Lifting an eyebrow, she noticed how funny the newly-polished instrument looked in the case, with its chipped corner and its black-and-white zebra patterned lining.

.:.Let's talk this over.:.
.:.It's not like we're dead.:.

.:.Was it something I did?.:.
.:.Was it something you said?.:.

Fastening the case carefully, she slid her slender fingers through the handle. Quietly, she dragged it off her bed to rest against her thigh as the case dangled from her hand. Closing her dark eyes, she turned towards the full-length mirror on the other side of her apartment bedroom. Re-opening them, she took a good, long look at the young woman staring back at her.

"Pathetic," she spat at her reflection. "You're pathetic, Sango."

She screwed her eyes shut as she felt the tears of regretfullness threatening to fall from her dark orbs. Shaking back the stinging feeling, she walked forward until she was almost nose-to-nose with the mirror. Fixing a stray strand of hair back into place with her free hand, she gave herself a reassuring smile with unconvincing, sad, wet eyes.

.:.Don't leave me hanging.:.
.:.In a city so dead.:.
.:.Caught up so high.:.

"You knew it would come down to this." She sniffed before softly continuing, "You knew it would just be a matter of time before he screwed you over like this."

.:.On such a breakable thread.:.

She'd been living with the love of her life for over four years. They'd been dating even before then, during high school and middle school. Hell, he'd caught her eye on that first day of kindergarten…

And thrown it in her face.

.:.You were all the things I thought I knew.:.
.:.And I thought we could be.:.

"Why?" She questioned the empty room. How could he just suddenly stop loving her like this?

Was it even possible to do such a thing??

Not for her.

.:.You were everything, everything that I wanted.:.

Sango, though regrettable, still loved him. She loved the way his cheeks dimpled slightly when he smiled, the look he'd get in his eyes, his beautiful voice. He'd bought her first guitar when her father couldn't afford to, even the time out to teach her how to play it. He'd been her transportation to places, to either school or down to the dance studio, always willing to help he without any askance needed.

He was also her first kiss…so patient with her. He wanted to wait until she was completely ready for him to show his love for her physically.

They had made love for the first time in this very room after they'd moved in together.

.:.We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it.:.

Soundlessly touching the guitar case to the floor, the handle made a small clinking noise in the quiet of the room as she let go of it. Slowly, she walked back towards her bed…their bed.

The sheets and comforter had long ago been thrown across the room, only the white mattress left in tact. The many pillows had also been tossed, now lying in many different places around the room; one of the pillows, from out of her rage and fury the night before, was torn in two, its many feathers lying all about on the floor.

She gave a wistful smile at the memory of him giving almost the exact same treatment upon the huge bed from the night she'd given herself to him. Only, it had been out of lust and excitement at the time…

.:.And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away:.
.:.All this time you were pretending.:.

Instead of pain and heartbreak.

Suddenly feeling her rage as it flared inside her and tried to resurface, Sango tried to take her mind off him, inhaling a deep breath.

.:.So much for my happy ending.:.
.:.Oh oh, oh, oh oh....:.

But all she could think about was him…everything reminded her of HIM.

.:.You've got your dumb friends.:.
.:.I know what they say.:.
.:.They tell you I'm difficult.:.
.:.But so are they.:.

How he'd deceived her…maybe even for years before her knowledge of it. The way she let him get away with those lies for so long, not wanting to believe them herself…how he'd casually taken her to bed after awhile, making it seem none-too-special to be with her anymore. The way he'd shoved the fact that he was seeing, and most likely screwing, other women behind her back after the fight they'd had last night. The way he walked out of their home with a god damned grin on his face.

And he had hit her...

Sango brought a hand to her cheek in remembrance of how it had felt. He'd hurt her in many more ways than one with his fist connecting with her face.

It had been the last straw.

.:.But they don't know me.:.
.:.Do they even know you?.:.
.:.All the things you hide from me.:.

.:.All the shit that you do.:.

Shaking from head to toe, she clenched her fists as she turned away from the sight of the stripped bed, her eyes finding her own once again in another mirror…the large vanity mirror about her…their dresser.

.:.You were all the things I thought I knew.:.
.:.And I thought we could be.:.

There she was herself in a different light…and not a very bright one, mind you. She saw the plain, ugly girl she'd always seen herself to be, that is…until HE'D gone and shown her how beautiful he had thought she was. But no…she was ugly, plain…and easily tricked.

Biting her lip, almost to the point of pain, she scowled at her darkened reflection. She felt her fingernails bite through her skin as she curled her fingers even harder into the palms of her hands. Wincing, she caused herself to break through the ender skin of her bottom lip with her teeth as well.

Closing her eyes again, she tried taking more deep breaths, forcing her lungs to fill with the oxygen she felt she didn't even have at the moment.

.:.You were everything, everything that I wanted.:.
.:.We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it.:.
.:.And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away.:.

Her hands still clenched tight, despite the burning pain, she calmly walked to the dresser with knowing steps, her eyes still shut, and a trickle of blood slowly leading from one corner of her mouth.

.:.All this time you were pretending.:.
.:.So much for my happy ending.:.
.:.Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh....:.

But after opening her haunting orbs to see them staring back at her…still seeing that…HORRID little girl in the mirror, her mind quickly turned on her.

'Its because of you,' the sickening voice inside her head chided, 'you're too easy to manipulate…he knew you'd do anything for him, never suspect him.'

"Stop it…" she choked.

.:.It's nice to know you were there.:.
.:.Thanks for acting like you cared.:.

'He wanted a challenge, Sango! A hot, sexy vixen who wouldn't just spread her legs for him at any time of the day just to make him happy with no second thoughts.'

"No…he-he's not like that…he-"

.:.And making me feel like I was the only one.:.
.:.It's nice to know we had it all.:.

'No, of course not. The boy you fell in love with would never do this to you. WAKE UP, Sango…he's changed…he's not that same, naïve, little boy from a small, no-name town. He's a grown ass man who's living the life full of sin that he's always so secretly coveted. Now that he's found it, he doesn't want his little townie bitch to be bothering him during his new life in the big city!'

Looking into her own eyes, almost seeing the dark recesses of her broken, torn soul, she saw red.

The red she saw seemed to bleed into her irises as her brown eyes suddenly flared crimson underneath. She whispered lowly.

"Damn you…"

'…he's changed…'

"DAMN YOU!!"

.:.Thanks for watching as I fall.:.
.:.And letting me know we were done.:.

Sango watch in stupefied fascination as she watched her punch herself directly in her own reflection's face. The mirror crumbled as she quickly retracted her hand; loud crashes of glass could be heard as large shards of it fell to the floor at her Reebok covered feet, the tiniest of whispers escaping between her frowning lips.

"...Kale..."

.:.You were everything, everything that I wanted.:.

.:.We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it.:.

She stomped back over to the previously forgotten guitar, snuggled safely in its abused, black case. Snatching it up, she also grabbed her keys and jacket on her way through the apartment as she wiped at the tears and blood on her face with her less-harmed hand with a small grimace.

.:.And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away.:.

.:.All this time you were pretending.:.

Without even glancing back, Sango jerked the door open and slammed it back shut, hearing one of the many picture frames fall from the abandoned side of the door with a loud, ear-shattering smash. Walking at a fast, steady pace, she went in the direction of the elevator that she knew would get her further away from her already-lost love and damnable past…

…and closer to her already-packed car and unknown future.

.:.So much for my happy ending.:.
.:.Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh....:.

.:.Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh....:.

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A/N: Well, we can all quit worrying about the ex being Miroku, now, can't we? *lol* Even though I wasn't expecting to post this story until I was through writing the entire plot, word got out that I was working on it, and demands kept coming. Okay…who ratted me out?? *giggle* I thought I should at least put out the prologue to see if anyone would be interested in reading it.

I also know there are a lot of people going: "What the hell?? Another story? What about Meant to Live and In Da Club??"

To you…In Da Club is under some serious construction, while Meant to Live is just on vacation. Hope you all understand…it was really weird coming home after a funeral to try and write a death sequence for M2L…I'd rather not at the moment, but I'll be back into the mood probably after I get a new job. You know, it's nice to think of ways to kill my bosses and then use them in my stories…*lol* just kiddin'.

Well…please review! Review space is unlimited so you can write whatever you want, however you want, as much as you want!!

Adios!!

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