A/N) Hello, this is my first InuYasha Fanfiction. So, please enjoy. :) Rated T for later chapters, and that may change later, I'm not sure yet.

It wasn't easy. Then again, it wasn't supposed to be. She felt alone, unwanted, helpless. Sitting in the pouring rain wasn't making her feel better, but at least if someone passed her, they wouldn't know she was crying. The darkness of night added with the cold rain seemed to describe her life at the moment. People were running passed her, not even seeming to notice. And the one's that did gave her a dirty look. She wanted to go home and dry off, take a warm shower, and curl up under her covers, but she couldn't. She didn't have a home. She didn't have anybody. She had nowhere to go. More people ran by her, trying to get to warmth a dryness, something she wished she had, and continued to lack noticing her.

She couldn't stay in the park all night, she knew that. But it had been an hour since the supposed curfew of the place, and still the occasional person would walk or run through and lack to notice her. Was she that invisible? She checked her watch again, then looked up at the cold moon, as more freezing raindrops drenched her face. She couldn't help but cry more.

Three friends walked through the park. They were trying to get home after working, but in the rainy darkness, it was confusing them. As they finally began to realize where they were, one of them looked over to a bench. Just by fate, he happened to look at her. He stopped in his tracks, causing his short tempered friend behind him to walk into him.

"What'd you stop for?" He nearly shouted. The first pointed to the bench without saying a word. The girl sitting there didn't notice. "It's just some girl." The first man walked to her. She still didn't notice.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, causing her to look up from her lap. She stared into his violet eyes. She swallowed her sadness, then nodded. She silently thanked the rain for making it unnoticeable that she was crying. "Then why are you sitting on a bench in the rain after curfew?" He asked her, resting a hand on her bare leg- her shorts and tee shirt gave her little warmth, plus the fact that they were drenched. A light mist continued to fall. She didn't answer.

"C'mon, Miroku. Let's get out of here." The other guy said, revealing Violet Eyes name to be Miroku.

"Chill, InuYasha." Miroku said, rolling his eyes, and revealing the impatient one's name to be InuYasha. Miroku looked back to the girl. "Say something." He urged. She looked forward, away from him. "Please?"
"Leave the girl alone." The third guy said. He had been silent up to this point. "She's says she fine so let's go."
"Does she look fine?" Miroku asked. She pulled her leg over, getting out of his grip. The others rolled their eyes. He addressed the girl again. "Anything?"
"I'm fine." She lied, hoping it would be enough to make him leave.
"She speaks." Miroku joked, hoping to get a smile out of her. If she did, he didn't notice. "Why are you out here? Shouldn't you be home by now?"
"I don't have a home." She said monotonically, not looking at him. Miroku stared at her, trying to get a closer look at her in the dim light of the moon. Lightening flashed, and a heavy rain fell.

"Miroku, come on." InuYasha said, pulling the hood of his red 'University of Whatever' sweatshirt up. Miroku ignored him and continue to stare at her. "Quit pestering her and let's get back to the apartment." InuYasha's silvery hair hung out of the hood a bit and shone in the moonlight. Sango frowned.

"Yea, she clearly doesn't want to be talked to." The other said.
"Ignore them." Miroku attempted to console the girl. The rain fell harder, but she didn't seem fazed.

"Come on, we're getting drenched." The third guy urged Miroku.

"Koga's right. Let's get outta here." InuYasha agreed, revealing the last guy's name to be Koga. He was wearing black jeans and a tan 'Tough Guy' hoodie. "She wants to be left alone, so let's go."
"If you two aren't going to be productive, then you go." Miroku hissed back at them.

"Good luck finding you're way back." Koga said.
"It's three blocks that way." Miroku pointed the way they had been walking.

"Whatever. C'mon, Koga, let's go." InuYasha said, and the two left.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Miroku told the girl once his friends were gone. She shook her head, looking the other way. "I promise." She scoffed.

"Like I haven't heard that before." She rolled her eyes again. She began coughing hysterically. She calmed down a minute or so later.

"Why are you out here? You're to young not to have a house." Miroku said. She shook her head. The rain began to let up, turning back into a light mist. "What's wrong?"
"Look I don't need help from you, or any guy for that matter. So just leave me alone." She stood up and began to walk in the opposite direction that Miroku was initially heading.
"Wait!" He called for her. She kept walking, ignoring him, and began to cry again. Why was she crying so easily now? She had been through worse. Right? It must be the hormones. She heard footsteps behind her, so she began to run. "Wait!" He called again. His voice seemed to be getting closer. She was losing energy and, once again, she had no idea why.

"I said to leave me alone." She said softly. He ignored her, like she was trying to him, and kept chasing after her. He was fast. That, or she was slow. She stopped to catch her breath in an alley, hoping Miroku would give up and go home. She leaned against a building and breathed heavily as the mist continued to fall. After a moment of catching her breath, she slid down the wall and sat on the very damp ground. She gasped for the air she desperately needed, but wasn't sustained for some unknown reason. Everything began to get blurry, and she soon fell unconscious.

Miroku found her, lying on the ground. He knelt down next to her, lifting her chin up to look at him. She was clearly out. He sighed, trying to wake her up.

"Hey, wake up." He said. She didn't respond, worrying him. She moaned in her sleep. He sighed in relief. For a moment he contemplated what to do. He couldn't leave her there, he would feel way to guilty. She could die out in the cold rain that just wouldn't let up. She had claimed she didn't have a home. He felt around the waist of her pants for a wallet or ID, something to help him out. Nothing at first, but he was glad to get a feeling of her perfect butt without getting whacked like he does when he gropes other girls. He sighed heavily and lifted her up, carefully, not to disturb her. He then carried her the way back to his apartment, questioning his actions the entire time. He noticed she had scars on her wrists and a few on her calves. The most recent was on her left wrist. It looked fresh, like the blood had just recently dried and scabbed over. Miroku knew InuYasha and Koga would probably yell at him for doing this, but she was clearly sick, and very depressed. He noticed she had scars on her wrists and a few on her calves. The most recent was on her left wrist. It looked fresh, like the blood had just recently dried and scabbed over.

Miroku had finally made it back to the apartment, rode the elevator up to the floor he resided on, and walked down the hall, her in his arms the whole time. He got to his door, then kicked it as a knock. A moment later, he heard InuYasha.

"We don't want what you're selling." He joked, opening the door. He stared at Miroku, holding the girl in his arms.
"We really don't want what you're selling." Koga said, noticing the unconscious girl as well.
"Ha ha." Miroku said, walking into the apartment.

"You brought her home. Geez, Miroku, what'd you do to her?" InuYasha asked as Miroku set the unconscious girl on the couch.
"She was unconscious, what was I supposed to do?" Miroku asked rhetorically.

"Leave her there." Koga answered.

"No, that would be rude. You two imbeciles may not have a conscience, but I do." Miroku responded. "She's clearly sick, and very confused. She doesn't have a home. And, she has the perfect ass."
"She's not going to get any better wearing wet clothes." Koga said.

"We don't even know her name. For all we know, she could be a police officer pretending to be a teenage girl." InuYasha said.

"She's not." Miroku responded, stroking her wet hair. "Look at how pale her skin is." He noted.
"Yea, and?" InuYasha questioned.

"She's sick." Miroku repeated.

"Yea, we know that. And as Koga said, she ain't getting any better wearing wet clothes." InuYasha responded. "So, how do you expect to make her better, Mr. Miracle Worker?"
"I'll be right back." Miroku stood and left the presence of the girl, heading toward his room. He was in there for a few minutes, then came out, changed in dry clothes, and holding clothes in his hands.
"These should work." He said. "She looks light, but she's not as light other girls. I was surprised."
"Are you calling her fat?" Koga questioned Miroku.
"Not at all, she just looks lighter than she is." Miroku said. "It might be her clothes."

"Probably. She doesn't look heavy at all." Koga said. "She's near gorgeous."
"Wouldja quit gawking over her and get her out of the wet clothes." InuYasha stated. "How do you plan to do this without getting accused of being the pervert that you are?" He added. Miroku sighed, then proceeded to grab the shirt he had picked for her.
"Take her shirt off." Miroku said.

"Are you crazy?" InuYasha nearly shouted, as Koga sat her up. He slid the very damp orange tee off of her body. Without looking, Miroku slipped one of his oversized tees onto her. It was a dark purple band tee with a black rose on the front. 'Hollowesque' was printed on the shirt in a faded white Gothic-style font. They were a local band that played once in an old warehouse and they gave away the shirts for free advertisements, though they never played again. Miroku didn't prefer them, anyways.

"There, the hard part's done." Miroku said.

"What about her pants?" InuYasha asked rhetorically, arms crossed.

"I was getting there." Miroku responded.
"Then why'd ya say the hard part was done?" InuYasha questioned.
"Would you stop asking so many questions." Koga said.

"Shh, you're gonna wake her up." Miroku responded. He proceeded to flip the edge of the shirt he had recently put on her and slipped her denim shorts off of her slender legs. He slipped a pair of black sweat shorts he had uncovered in a drawer on her, then sighed. The shorts were nice and soft, and hoped she would find them to her liking.

"I'll put her wet clothes in the wash. They're probably dirty, too, so we might as well wash them." Koga said, grabbing the wet clothes that had resided on the floor.

"Where's she gonna sleep?" InuYasha asked as Koga left.
"On the couch, doofus." Miroku responded.

"I'm going to bed." InuYasha left the living room and nearly slammed his door shut. Miroku stared at the girl again. He wished he knew more about her. Who she was, why she was on the street, why she has no home. He sighed and readjusted her body, making her seem more comfortable.
"Hey, Miroku." Koga walked in from the kitchen.

"What?" Miroku asked quietly.

"I know her name." Koga said. He was holding something in his hand.
"Really? What is it?" Miroku wondered.
"Sango Taijiya." Koga answered, reading a name off of what he was holding. "I found her name tag in her pocket."
"Great. Now we know her name. Too bad we know absolutely nothing else about her. And we're probably gonna get in big trouble for kidnapping her." InuYasha called from his room.

"We're not kidnapping her. We're taking her in for the night." Miroku and Koga were both staring at InuYasha's door, waiting for a response.
"Well, we'll have to see what she thinks of it in the morning when she wakes up. Now will you both shut up, and go to bed." InuYasha responded, through the door.
"I'll get her a blanket." Koga said, walking towards his room. He came back out a moment later, holding a blanket. He tossed it at Miroku, who caught it, and set it on Sango. She looked so peaceful, yet scared as she slept. Miroku sighed, and walked to his room, turning out the light to let Sango sleep the night away.