So this is my first Sesshomaru and Sango story, hope you enjoy and if you don't then why the heck are you here?? Anyway hope that you know this does contain violence, language, and sexual... times. lol

On a serious note though, I take time to write this so I hope you people enjoy it! Anyway here's the first chapter

Chapter 1 New beginnings

It all began what seemed like a lifetime ago. My name is Sango, and in order to realize why I am a pirate, you have to understand my past, so here's the story. My once so called mother decided to pursue a life as a prostitute. My poor defenseless mother. My dear old father left her and left me. he took my brother into piracy with him, but left the poor women at home. Last time I saw him, he was leaving me, he took my brother who was at the age of ten to never look back. I was fourteen at the time and though I did have common sense that despicable things that came out of that mans mouth that night, I will never forget. He told my mother that he was never to come back and that he could find someone better looking and younger then her. He told me if I was smart, I would just as well go into prostitution, like my mother did. That was my only job, to be some man's whore. How I hated my father. I loathed him, but unfortunately for me, I would soon become something not even I thought I would. Exactly like him. A pirate.

As the sweet age of sixteen, my mother finally was going to bring into her line of work, that is to say, she was too old and not even the drunkest man would take up an offer from her. As much as I hated my mother, she taught me all that I know today, and that man were despicable creatures., and they never kept there word. They were never to be trusted. The first night of trying get a buy, a man came to me and as soon as I was in the room, I refused to become something so vile. I did after all have more dignity for myself then apparently my mother had for herself. I acted as though I was sick and the poor sap bought it. after that, I knew that I could not become like my mother, I would have to teach myself the sweetness of coning and stealing. Of course being a woman of this world this would be so simple and easy. So I did.

I stole and worked that the lord above gave me. There were times, unfortunately that my prey would become an obtuseness and figure out my little scheme, so I would carry a little knife in my shoe and slit there throat, but sometimes I would have to say I would feel for them. The poor pathetic fools had wives and kids. I may have acted like I didn't care, but its hard not carry my feelings. Truth being, any women who pursued the poor souls of those men were worse off then I was. By the end of the night I would gather enough money for both my mother and myself. Best yet, no man would ever figure out because they were too drunk the night before to actually remember what happened, not to mention, any man who were to go to the authorities, would make an utter fool of themselves. They could say, "I was trying to get laid, but then there was this girl I believe who stole from me, do you mind if you help me find her."

Though there was one time that I actually nearly got killed. It must have been a man of recognition, because he wasn't drunk, and when I did try to steal from him, he caught me, and nearly cut off my hand for it as well. His dark golden eyes that could make even the strongest women fall in love with him.

He said to me "You will do well to remember your place lass, its best that you remember, the men in this bar are pirates and they will not even blink an eye for slitting your throat." I looked at him and squinted my eyes, how I honestly wanted to just kick his sorry ass right there. He actually thought he was above me.

I turned away, acting as though I was walking away, but instead, I turned around and maneuvered my hand so that the little pouch of money on his side was what I was trying to steal. Instead, it landed right his bloody crotch. He smirked and I knew I was in deep shit. I tried to pull away, but instead he pulled me into his apparent, strong chest.

He said, "If you just wanted me, you should have let me know." He screwed me silly that night, and whats wors is that I didn't even fight back. It was as if I was in some type of trance it was one of the most, horrific nights of my short life. that filth touched me; he was the first and the last.

I woke up that morning to find a note and the original bag I was reaching for in the first place was there.

To my purest,

I was so surprised by the fact that you actually let me have you for the first time. I will never forget you my little virgin. You're the first respectable woman I've ever met. For your services.

Captain

To this day I still have that note with me, so if I ever do meet him, I will kill him, and then leave this note along with another that states, for your service of my delight. For the next two years, I would make way threw life supporting my mother and myself, truthfully, I only stayed for my mother. Even when my father did leave her, she could have bailed one me, but she didn't and for that, I must say I find she must have a little decency in her, but once again, life would throw me another curve.

My life soon was turned upside down though, when I turned eighteen and my mother died. Old age and rum, I believe was it. they buried her and suddenly my life was without meaning. I could do what I want, when I want and not have a care in the world. Without her there, I had as much time to myself, and the fact that I just got a ton of money from my latest prey helped a bit. I decided to get off this god forsaken island of England.

Throughout the course of the next year, I was up and down the coast of Europe, exploring, of course stealing and here and there you might even say broke a few hearts. Why once when I traveled in oh, what was the Mediterranean Sea, I met this man, told be to bear his child, and I slapped him so hard he was unconscious for quite a few hours. Not that I really cared, the stupid lecher. If there's one thing that I really learned from my mother, is never let your feelings get in the way of your dreams. Truthfully at that point of time I really had no clue what I wanted to do, so I went back to England and low and behold, I found my future best friend.

I had just turned nineteen at the time, when I was walking down the cobble stones walkway of England when a girl came running, knocking me to the ground in the process. Tears had been streaming down her face and you'd tell she was running away from something or rather someone. Feeling some pity for this girl, I helped myself and her get up. She didn't ask much when I grabbed her hand and we ran into this deserted house with red coats and horses right behind us.

We heard the pitter patter of horses and a couple of men in red coats come running. The house seemed to be old and nearly broken down. It didn't look stable, yet it really looked as though someone lived here still. I found this closet that had clothing in it, and I put on the bonnet and this old raggedy dress. I told her I would distract them and I would meet her around the old tavern. She nodded and took off out the back door. Luckily, the authorities weren't able to open the door, yet so when I walked around the corner to the front door, the door burst open.

"Where are they girl?!" Said one of the authorities

"I don't know, no one came in here."

"Liar!" before I had a chance to answer, a man came behind me and took off my bonnet.

"Hey, this is the girl that Kagome was with."

I smirked; at least someone in these pathetic pieces of so called authority was able to see past my disguise. I noticed the gun in the mans arm, who was standing in front of me. I acted as though I was going the other way and then I turned back, grabbed the gun, and shoved it right in this crotch. He bent over while another officer came at me and I punched him in the nose, breaking it in the process. I would have slashed there throats, but the thing of it was, if I were to caught, I would never live long enough to even say I didn't mean it. the one who took off my bonnet, I ran past him and out the back door. I hopped over the old wooden fence, and down through what seemed to be a residential area. I could feel them on my tail, but then I made a sharp turn down the ally way, at least for a couple minutes, I could catch my breath. I saw them walk by and I thought shit this isn't good at all.

Sango rammed the closest door to her in and slid onto the floor. Apparently this was the back entrance to the old tavern. Sango kicked the door back to its original stat, shut.

Though before she did, she could tell that poor door was certainly damaged. The bar owner came running, and seeing her on the floor, a young maiden of around Sango's age helped her up.

"Are you alright, you must be the young woman Kag's was talking about. I'm Ayame; I run this tavern, though my father is the actual person who owns it." giving her a helping hand up. Sango patted the dust off her dress and followed Ayame towards the corner of the tavern where Kagome sat.

"Hi, I'm Sango." Holding out her hand towards Kagome.

"Hi, I'm Kagome." Shaking her hand. "Thanks for helping me out back there. I was sure I was a goner.." taking a gulp of the beer that sat in front of me.

"If you don't mind me askin, what the hell were you running from?" Sango said taking a seat across from her.

"Well it seems my more than arrogant parents have chosen a groom for me. I don't want to get married, I'm too young, I haven't lived long enough for me to experience anything yet. I want adventure, and whether that means running away from my heritage and family then I will."

"Heritage?" taking a sip of her vodka.

"Yes you see, I don't mean to brag and I don't want to is…" she didn't even get to finish her sentence when Ayame cut in for her.

Ayame said "Truth is Kagome is bloody rich. I don't think I've ever met someone rich who wasn't full of themselves and Kagome is one of the few who isn't. But the fact of the matter is, she's rich and she doesn't want any of it. she's suppose to marry this Hojo guy, a man that is such a great match for her, that I don't think I could have picked a better one. Its just…"

Kagome finally cut in "Its just the stupid ass is a pervert and I know for a fact the minute I'm three moths regnant, he will cheat. If and when I marry, I want it to be for love."

"Kagome, take my advice, men are selfish pigs that could give a crap about us women."

Sango continued to pretty much talk about her life story. Its funny because Kagome like Sango had a person leave them, it was her grandmother though and she was most likely one of Kagome's most influential people in her life. her grandmother let, she was forced though.

Forced into life of piracy. Apparently her grandmother was a healer, and when the pirates found out this information, they took her. Or at least so Kagome thought.

"Listen Kagome, I've heard of a place that even you would love. America, we could go there and be free. Some women are even more then just prostitutes. I mean its sure a hell of a distance but I think I'd be willing to give it a try if you are. I mean for you, this could mean everything, including freedom…"

"You're serious aren't you?" Nodding Sango took another gulp of her beer. "Well I suppose if you're that serious, I will take it into thorough consideration."

Ayame, yet again came over and offered for both of them to stay the night. Sango though would need to work at the bar in order to help pay for the door that she broke down. Kagome as well, offered, so she actually worked for her room and board. This is was indeed surprising, because apparently Kagome, even being the rich girl doesn't mind a little hard work.

Sango knew this was the beginning of great friendship.

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