It Takes Courage
By InuYashaBaby1
Pairings (because, there is A-LOT!): Kagome/InuYasha, Sango/Miroku (Sometimes)
Miroku/O.C., Miroku/Other OC, Sesshomaru/OC, Sesshomaru/OC, OC/Bankotsu, another OC/Bankotsu, Koga/OC, Koga/Other OC Jakotsu/OC (Yes Gasps It's a GIRL!)
Rin/Kohaku (Barely in existents….) OC/OC Yeah… That's it''
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha. I do not own several OC's used in this fan fiction. But it just so happens the owner of said OCS Are my friends and I do in fact have permission to use them.
AN: This is a Remake of a story, because I changed some of the plot, so yeah. Sesshomaru is Way OOC. This is a future story so, you know his personality is different.
Chapter 1
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"Mommy, Daddy, thank you for bringing us here!" Kimberly smiled brightly at her parents. They were walking down the densely populated streets of New York City. Kim was holding her little sister Kasey's hand, and was holding her giant stuffed frog Nymphie, which she had gotten at the kiosk they had passed a while ago.
"You're welcome. Now, where do you want to go for dinner?"Her mother, Tsuki smiled. Her long Brown hair was in a bun that night and she was wearing a suit. Her mother was a school teacher, but her father was a senator, and they were very rich.
"Anywhere is fine with me." Her father, Chris stated and smiled down at his two daughters. He had black hair and a nice suit on just like his wife. Little did he know that his wife was pregnant at this time, and not even Tsuki herself knew.
"What about that Japanese place?" Tsuki suggested
"Oh, you mean Ai?" He smiled. "How about going there girls? Did you know that your grandmother is Japanese?" Kasey smiled, and let go of Kimberly's hand, then grabbing her parents hands, leaving Kim alone. Kimberly lagged behind, watching picture of her 4 year old sister with her short brown hair pulled into a pony tail. Then, it happened.
The first shot sounded like a crack of lightening, and the blood flew all over Kim. Her mother flew back, and a pool of blood formed a halo through her hair. Her father turned, and then he was hit. The slug went right through his neck, and the blood once again flew on Kim as if it was raining blood. Then, her frantic sister was shot. The last one was a small sound, and it hit Kasey in the head. Kimberly cried for passersby to help her, but nobody even turned. She ran to her dad and pulled out his cell phone. She flipped it open and dialed 911.
After the police came, they put white sheets over her family, and brought Kim to a interrogation room, where she described the brutal attack. Kim, because she had an offer to adopt her from Japan, she was sent right over there, cursed to never be a child again.
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School. I hate School, and everything it stands for. I never liked school, ever since I was little. Going to a new school never helped me at all. As I sat in this car, this horrible adopted car I never wanted to be a part of, I thought about how much I hated this new brother of mine, and how much I hated his pony tail, and his name. I crossed my arms and hummed. Any tune to try to get my head out of this situation. Lucky for me, that once I got to school, my best friend Sakura would be there. There would be new guys, new girls all who would fall in love with me. It happened every time I moved. I didn't care about any of them, though. There was only one man who held my heart. He is probably dead or something now, though. I focused back on the problem. School. I sighed and leaned my head on the window, looking for the school that would be my home until my "brother" got tired of me. I had been through way too many homes to know the real love of a family. My brother looked at me, wondering what I was thinking about. He probably thought I was as sweet and loving as Sakura, but that was not true. I was a gang leader, and had killed people before. I wasn't a finely tuned instrument with little nicks in the string; I was a full blooded guitar, which was banged up so bad, that you had to be a master to play it. It wasn't my fault, but I came from years of neglect.
"So Kimi," My brother said "You know, you're a real pretty girl!" I laughed.
I thought was average. I had my green eyes, and my black hair, and my pale skin. I had my long legs, and my big breasts. Many people said I was pretty, it was a useless comment. I was pretty on the outside, but not on the inside. I was 16, and my name is Kimeku.
"Feh" I mumbled. I hated guys like him. So sure of themselves, they think they can get whatever they want because they have experience in the sac. His name was Miroku. "I respect that you compliment me brother, but I know you have a girlfriend, and I can't tolerate guys like you." I turned to him and glared, and then I smiled and said: "No offense." He laughed.
"None taken, we're here!" He smiled at me, and I blew the hair out of my eyes. As soon as he parked the car, I jumped right out, and got my backpack out of the trunk. I slung my back pack over my back.
I took a good look at the school. It was a private school, and I was supposed to be wearing a girls uniform, but since I didn't own one yet. I was wearing a boy's uniform, tie and all. I angrily walked toward the school. I looked down at the pavement, and, only focusing on walking I wasn't paying attention when I walked into someone, and I fell back.
"Jesus, watch where you're going next time!" I said angrily, and looked up, to see the most beautiful person, kneeling down beside me to see if I was okay.
He had long, silver hair which was tied behind him in a loose pony tail. He was tall, like 7 foot big number, and had the most beautiful Amber eyes, that sparkled when you looked into them. He had some markings on his face (They were dog demon marks…) and He was wearing a pair of expensive
designer glasses. He was smiling at me, and chuckling. I already knew his name… He was the man I loved.
"I'm so sorry; I bumped into you, Sesshomaru-san!" I stood, up and laughed like I still knew him. I hadn't seen him in 4 years, and it felt like it was only yesterday. But when I saw him last, I was only 12, so I looked a little different.
He paused for a second, wondering why I addressed him so informally.
"Do you know me?" He stood up as well, and he towered over me like he always has.
Then I remembered. I remembered I was no longer his daughter, or lover. It came back to me like a wave.
"Er… no?" I said, questioning myself.
" You don't know me, and I don't know you so why would you address me so informally?" Uh- oh, he was angry. Sesshomaru always got angry at the little things, but they also made him happy.
I never knew what to say when he was angry. You, (the reader) Don't know what I'm talking about. All in good time, all in good time.
"Er, well I have heard about you...so..." I tried to cover up the broken track.
"You have heard of me, eh?" He said, angrily. "And what exactly have you heard pray tell?" He crossed his arms across his broad chest, and looked down at me... so harshly it sent a chill down my spine.
"Well, you're a teacher, and your very merciful to students you call you names informally...?" I said scrambling to come up with words. He was the only one who made me feel like I was inferior. The only one who could affect me this way.
"Ahh, don't you wish. Detention." He said smiling. I cursed under my breath. "What is your name?" he asked.
"Kimi." I said, gently, trying to force him to remember.
He stood there, and his eyes went wide... But then he went back to his cool, walking away steadily, he turned back to me.
"You have such long legs, it's a shame to hide them behind a boys uniform." He laughed. A chill went down my spine. "Another detention"
Fabulous. I was here for three minutes and I already had a detention, and Sesshomaru was here. I blew out hard and stormed into the building in front of me. It was going to be a terrible day.
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I looked at the sheet that told me my homeroom- Room 404. I looked up from the sheet of paper to see the hallway was packed. I could tell the sluts from the wanabe sluts, I could point out who was doing drugs or was sweet and loving and hung out with the bad crowd. Room 404 was a silver door at the back of the hallway. I brutally made my way to the door shoving past couples making out and shy virgins leaning on their lockers reading erotica. I finally reached the door and twisted the door making my way inside. I shut it quickly, and turned around to see a nearly empty room. I looked up to the teachers desk to see Sesshomaru- apparently he was my teacher. I sighed, and turned to the back of the classroom. He didn't see me luckily, he was reading a book. And then I saw her. At the back of the room, writing giddily in her journal, her long brown hair was in two raids at the sides of her head. Her blue eyes were focused, and intent on what she was writing. She had thin arms, and thin legs, that was a result of her cancer. She was always smiling, and nearly always happy. This was Sakura, my best friend. I paced down the space between desks (quietly, as not entice Sesshomaru-sensei's attention) and sat down in the desk beside her, placing my bag on the floor. She looked up quietly, but exploded as soon as she saw me. She jumped on me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug.
"KIMI-CHAN!!" She cried out. Sesshomaru looked up, but quickly looked down, clearly uninterested.
"Hey Sakura –san!" I smiled back at her.
"How's everybody? How's Kiysku? How's Kiyre?" She questioned me.
Kiysku is her fiancé, and Kiyre is their daughter. Sakura had to move, but they come to visit her often.
"Everybody's great, except for me, because your chocking me." I said jokingly.
"I'm so sorry Kimi!" She cried and let me go.
"That's okay." I smiled widely.
"Kimi," Sesshomaru said, redirecting my attention to him. "Come here for a moment please." I walked towards hem and leaned on his desk, noticing there was a lot of photographs decorating his
desk, but I couldn't see what they were of. "Okay, here is your locker number, and the combination, here is your schedule and a list of all the sports and activities you can do." He handed me a stack of papers.
"Thanks, Teach." I smiled lightly at him.
I walked back to Sakura and took my seat next to her, where we compared classes. We had all the same classes, (Which were homeroom, art, science, math, English, social studies, and finally gym.) and we were happy about it.
The rest of the day went by in kind of a boring haze. Even English, with Sesshomaru was a bore.
That was, until school ended and I had detention.
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End of Chapter 1!
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