Author's note: I do not own any of the character in this story. I only wish I could have come up with someone like InuYasha.

Chapter one:
Mr. Chamberlain's Dilemma

July 2, 1863
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

The summer air was thick and hot. The men of the 20th Maine Regiment of the Union Army had repelled several attacks by Alabama troops from atop their perch on a steep, wooded hill. As the Rebels formed for another attack, they loaded their rifles once more with arms that were heavy with overuse. They had to keep the Rebels back. They were the extreme left flank of the army, and if they gave way, the whole army would be flanked and the war could very well be over for their cause. Most of the Maine men couldn't remember why they were fighting, knew only that they hated the Rebs and couldn't let them win.

Colonel Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain walked back and forth behind his men who sat, waiting at the top of the hill. He looked over their shoulders making sure they were loaded and ready.

"They'll be comin' again," he said, stopping and looking down the wooded slope, watching for movement.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious," a private to Chamberlain's right muttered, ripping a cartridge open with his teeth before pouring it down the barrel of his rifle.

"That's Colonel Chamberlain to you, Private," the colonel whispered in the man's ear.

At that moment the ominous rustling of fallen leaves could be heard as the Rebels tried to sneak up the hill in the same manner they had tried twice before.

"All right, boys, nice an' quiet now, like this."

A fat Rebel captain was yelling at the top of his lungs and tiptoeing sideways up the hill so he could look back upon his troops. He was soon huffing from the effort, but the other, fit Rebels followed suit, except in a quieter manner. The soldiers behind the captain began pointing at him, lip-synching to the Yankees, "Shoot him, please."

Chamberlain held his breath, waiting. His regiment was running low on ammunition and none could be sent from any of the surrounding regiments. What they had was all they would get. Never could count on them for anything, the colonel thought.

"Don't shoot 'til you see the whites of their eyes."

The colonel laughed and wondered if anyone had heard his funny. He frowned when some of the privates turned around, looking at him as he laughed as if he was crazy. A bullet flew by his head, and he finally stopped his laughter. The Rebs were almost up the hill and were firing fiercely. Flinching, he drew his pistol.

"Fire at will!" Chamberlain ordered his soldiers. But they were already doing so. He wanted to pout. He never got to do anything.

The colonel stood safely behind a tree, ducking out at times, pointing his pistol at things and pretending to fire as the Rebels got closer and closer to the top of the hill. Oh no, he thought as he pretended to shoot a branch off a nearby tree, they're gonna overrun us. Oh no. Oh no.

Just when Chamberlain thought he might break a sweat, the Rebels started falling back toward their starting position at the foot of the hill. There was a sigh of relief among the troops, and the colonel overheard many of them complaining of having no more ammunition. Silly boys, he thought. Should have saved it like me. He grinned boyishly as he patted his fully loaded pistol.

"Colonel, sir?"

Chamberlain looked down at the man who spoke to him. He was a short man, a sergeant. George. No, that wasn't his name. What was it again? He thought for a moment, finally settled on George.

"How may I help you, George?"

The sergeant raised an eyebrow, confused. He shook his head. There were more pressing matters at hand.

"Umm, well, the entire regiment is out of ammunition. If they come at us again, we won't be able to hold 'em."

Chamberlain pondered the man's words for some time. He couldn't retreat. His father would call him a coward. What to do? Several more moments passed, and Rebel bullets were already starting to make their way up the hill once more. What to do?

The privates of the regiment, along with lower ranking officers, all watched nervously as their colonel struggled to come up with a plan.

"I got it!" Chamberlain finally shouted as the Rebels continued their climb up the hill.

"FIX BAYO..."