Reincarnation Chapter 5, an inuyasha fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, the crew, or Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru… drools

Okay. I am going to put this at the beginning of every chapter except the one after chapter two. I would call it chapter three, but I already have one. So the one with the notes on it is the one I won't put this on because… it's a bunch of notes! Don't assume that everything written here happens in every chapter. Because it doesn't Also, as my Algebra II teacher said last year, 'When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me." As she said 'ass', 'you', and 'me', she pointed to the words inside the word 'assume'. Assume. Cool huh? Learn something new everyday! Now, go tell your folks. Then, come back and read. Then R&R.

Arigatou- thank-you (might be spelled arigato, but it's the same thing)
Hai- yes
Hanyou- half demon or half breed ((We call my friend this. She's half Caucasian and half Mexican. She wanted us to I swear. She calls herself a hanyou all the time. Sad isn't it?)
Houshi- something along the lines of Buddhist monk (Miroku)
Iie- no
Kami- God or the equivalent thereof
Kawaii- cute
Kitsune- fox demon I do believe
Miko- priestess
Oi- something I made up or I heard from somewhere. I use it to get someone's attention
Osuwari- sit
Owari- something like 'Bye!' I think. I really don't know for sure.
Tensuaiga- Sesshomaru's sword
Tetsuaiga- Inuyasha's sword
Youkai- demon

Italicized words means the person is thinking to themselves in their own heads or something needs to be emphasized.
'Words written in these' means the person is speaking to someone else in their heads. Confusing I know, but you'll know it when you see it.
"Words written in these" means… Do I really need to explain this one?

I do not know what the future is like. I am purely guessing so no harping, okay? I am also guessing on what Kaede looked like when she was young. I've only seen her when she was young one time and that's right after Kikyou seals Inuyasha to a tree and then died. I'm sorry if I'm wrong. Just try to be nice as you yell at me, okay? Also, just because it says y'all somewhere doesn't mean they are in Texas. I am in Texas and the word y'all is something I say all the time. 'Kay?

I am very sorry if I have misspelled anything in Japanese, like names or the words above. I know 'ou' makes a long o sound. Like Shippo should probably be Shippou since Kikyou and Kouga follow that rule. But, I did Kouga like that from the very beginning and Kikyou became a sudden habit. Everyone else I saw it first as I have spelled it. If I have defined anything wrong, please tell me. It's not considered a flame if I ask for it. I promise. And if I've misspelled anything in English and you catch it let me know. I am a real big spelling and grammar freak. It's… Never mind. Also, my friend helped me write this. So anything wrong or stupid is her fault. wink wink And the cursing. That's all hers too. With that being said…

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"Oh, hello there. You must be Immanuel," a voice said from behind Immanuel. "I am Kimberly Anderson. I have this class as well. It's so nice to see that one of my sister's friends has a brain at least." She gave a small laugh and looped her arm through his, dragging him away from Sara. Or at least she tried to. Immanuel planted his feet on the ground and allowed Kimberly to keep walking without him. "Come on Im," she said with a smile. "There's an empty seat next to me you can sit in."

Immanuel turned to Sara. "I'll see you after fourth Sara. Thanks for showing me around." He nodded his head and she smiled before leaving. Then, he turned to the teacher, still ignoring Kimberly. "Hola señora. Soy Immanuel Bazan y acabo de moverme aquí desde Santiago, Chile"
"Ah si," the teacher replied. "Recepción al español VI Immanuel. Hay un asiento vacío al lado de Kimberly Anderson. Ms Anderson, levanta su mano así que Sr. Bazan sabe dónde sentarse por favor."

(A/N: Translation- Immanuel: Hello miss. My name is Immanuel Bazan and I just moved from Santiago, Chile. Teacher: Ah yes. Welcome to Spanish VI Immanuel. There is an empty seat next to Kimberly Anderson. Ms. Anderson, please raise your hand so Mr. Bazan knows where to sit. Immanuel: Thank-you)

"Gracias," Immanuel said as he sat down next to Kimberly. He slid his Spanish textbook out of his backpack before putting the pack under his desk and sitting up straight. "Do not talk to me please," he whispered to Kimberly when she leaned over to talk to him.

"And why not?" she asked in a whisper.

"I don't like you," Immanuel answered, still in monotone.

"Well that's just too bad. You're stuck next to me for the next four months until school is out so you'll just have to get over it," Kimberly snapped quietly, leaning away.

"Mis niños, hablamos español en clase española," the teacher said to quiet everyone down from their conversations.

"Nuestro malo Señora Natal," the class said as one. The rest of class was simple as they were given workbook pages to do. The teacher gave Immanuel a workbook to work in. Immanuel started on the pages, and twenty minutes later he walked to the teacher's desk.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Natal?" Immanuel asked. (A/N: He's speaking in Spanish, but I don't want to translate or butcher anything in case someone out there speaks Spanish. Also, translation from a second ago says: Teacher: My children, we speak Spanish in Spanish class. Class: Our bad.) "I am done with my workbook."

"Okay Immanuel. Do pages thirty to thirty-five then," Mrs. Natal said, still grading the papers that were on her desk.

"No, Mrs. Natal. You don't understand. I finished the workbook." He handed the booklet to his teacher and stood there as she flipped through the book, looking at all the work he'd done.

"That's impossible," she whispered as she flipped through the book, looking at his work. "Stay here. Immanuel, keep it quiet," she ordered as she stood and walked out of the classroom. She came back a few minutes later with another teacher. "Look, I know what I saw. He hasn't cheated in any way. His book has remained on the corner of his desk since he got here. He's new," she was telling the teacher.

"What is your name?" she asked.

"Immanuel Bazan."

"Where did you move from."

"Santiago, Chile. I've lived there all my life."

"Who do you live with."

"My half-brother and his friend."

"I will want to speak to your brother," the new teacher said quietly. (A/N: Remember, they're still speaking in Spanish. And rather fast at that.)

Meanwhile, on the other side of school, Sara and Karen were talking in their computer class. "I'm serious!" Sara whispered as she typed. "He lifted three hundred pounds with one hand. He even said it was still too light and that three hundred pounds was a challenge when he was twelve. He out-lifted Nathan, Karen"

"No way. No one beats Nathan. At anything. He's quarterback and captain of the football team, the last runner on the track team because he's the fastest, and he's the strongest guy I've ever seen. Immanuel is like, half his size. There's no way he could lift that much. Especially with one hand," Karen said, changing the colors of her spreadsheets to match the color of the slides they'd be on.

"Look, I was there. I know what I saw. Coach Arnold even came over. I'm telling, you there's something weird about this kid. He uses no emotion, and when he does his whacked out brother shows up. What does he do, hide in a closet somewhere? Maybe they're aliens or something. I mean, look at their silver hair. Nobody has silver hair."

"Or amber eyes," Karen mused out loud without realizing it.

"Amber eyes?" Sara asked, turning to Karen in shock. "You like him don't you? I wouldn't let Kris hear that. I don't think his heart can take that." Stifling a giggle, Sara turned back to her computer. "Poor Kris. Now he won't ever have a chance."

"He never did," Karen retorted.

"Matt? Tell me about this new guy. What's he like? Why's he so monotonous? I can't stand people who don't use emotion and you know it," Kristen said, pulling her bow across the strings on her viola. Matt sat next to her, playing his cello.

"Let's see if I can remember the speech he gave in first period. You already know his name. He lives with his brother Sam and his brother's friend Jacob. His brother's mom died in a war. His mom and their dad both died at the same time from a plague when he was three. His brother's raised him ever since. They moved her from Chile because this is where Sam was born apparently. There's something weird about Karen though," he said slowly.

"What do you mean? We've known Karen for years. There's nothing wrong with her. Is she sick or something?" she asked, her tone suddenly serious as she stopped playing the viola in her hands.

"No no, nothing like that," Matt answered quickly. He too had stopped playing. "I mean the first time we met Sam was right after first period when Immanuel snapped at you. Remember? He told Sara and Karen to say sit and when Sara did, nothing happened at all. But when Karen did, Immanuel looked like he was in pain. It has something to do with Karen, and Immanuel's necklace I'm telling ya."

Kristen picked up her bow and started playing again. "You're paranoid Matt. I think Sara's hit you upside the head one too many times. Not that you don't deserve it. I would have sent you to the middle of the earth by now if you were my boyfriend. But you're not so I won't. Of course, if you ever touched my butt I would." She paused after a small laugh and tried a few times to play a measure on the music in front of her. "Matt, how do you play this?"

The dismissal bell rang ten minutes later for the school and the group met by the stairs in the lunchroom for lunch. "Okay guys!" Karen said with a smile. "Let's grab lunch. I'll take Immanuel and meet you all outside." Sara, Matt, and Seth walked toward the lunch lines, while Kristen, Rachel, and Kris went to the snack bar lines. Karen and Immanuel walked toward some double doors to sit outside for lunch. "Okay. Here's where we eat everyday. Feel free to stay and wait for us, or join us later if you are late or something. Or, if you find other friends you like better than us, you can eat wherever you want."

"So, you're allowed to eat outside?" Immanuel asked. Karen sighed and nodded her head. "This is a very weird place. Teachers are amazed, kids break the rules, and that one kid really hates me. Not to mention Kimberly." He sighed an almost angry sigh and sat on a bench near Karen.

"What do you mean?" Karen asked sitting beside him and puling out her lunch.

"Well, my coach was amazed I could lift three hundred pounds so easily. And my Spanish teacher was amazed at how fast I finished my workbook. Nathan is mad at me because I knocked him down and then lifted more than he did. None of my teachers like me because I'm too smart or too strong or too fast."

"Oh Immanuel," Karen chided as she pulled her lunch out of the bag. "Oh good, it's still hot. Anyways, your teachers don't hate you. They're just not used to someone like you. Nathan may as well hate you because he's never been opposed and beaten until now. And I can see why the coaches were amazed you can lift three hundred pounds. Sara was telling me about it last period. Not many people can you."

"Ramen!" Immanuel shouted suddenly when he realized what it was Karen was having for lunch. "I love Ramen! It's my favorite. We don't have it in Chile and I hated that I had to go without it. That's why I was so happy to move here." The rest of the gang filed outside then, talking as they came.

"I'll be right back. Guys, come on," Karen said, walking toward them. She took them over away from Immanuel and whispered, "Something's not right guys. He's said he lived in Chile all his life but he just told me Ramen was his favorite and they don't have it in Chile. How is that possible?"

"My brother had it shipped in to me," Immanuel answered, looking at them. The whole group turned and looked at him. They were about six yards away. How did he hear us? Karen asked herself. "I haven't had it often, but I've had it enough to know that the roasted chicken is my favorite," he said as they walked over to him.

"Mine too," Karen answered. "Sorry we were talking about you, but you're so..."

"Weird," Kris said as he took a bite of his pizza. Karen and Sara elbowed him in the ribs, causing him to choke. "What was that for!"

"Sorry Immanuel," Kristen apologized. "Kris here is a loser sometimes."

"I can see that," Immanuel said with a small smile.

"Immanuel, where's your lunch?" Seth asked.

"I didn't bring one," he answered.

"You got any money?" Rachel wondered.

"Nope," Immanuel answered as if it were no big deal.

"Well then I insist that you share my lunch with me," Karen said. His eyes lit up at the prospect of Ramen. Kris frowned though. "Be quiet Kris," Karen said before he could say anything. "I am not your girlfriend and therefore you have no qualms about me eating lunch with Immanuel here. Now sit down so we can eat. Oh crap!" Karen turned from Kris to Immanuel to see Immanuel's hands on the necklace again, his face twisted in a look of pain. "I forgot! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

It took a few minutes before Immanuel could answer, but he nodded his head. "Oh yeah. Don't worry about it. It's not as bad as it used to be." He slowly reached for Karen's bowl of Ramen and took a few bites. When he saw the confused looks on everyone's faces, he continued. "It used to pull me straight into the ground so that I fell face first wherever I was." He took another bite and handed the bowl back to Karen. "You can have the rest. I'll be fine."

"That's… weird," Kris said, receiving another jab in the ribs from Sara.

"Oh! I didn't introduce everyone! Everyone, this is Immanuel Bazan. He's new; just moved from Chile. Immanuel this is Kris Lewis, Rachel Goss, and Kristen Anderson. Well, you already kinda know Kristen. They're all juniors like us. And this little guy over here is Seth Felix," Karen added, hugging Seth tightly. "He's a sophomore, but isn't he kawaii!"

"I guess," Immanuel answered. He hadn't noticed everyone had froze.

"What'd you just say Karen?" Seth asked. "What did you call me?"

"I don't know," Karen answered. It was now that Immanuel looked at them.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "You just said something, but you don't know what it means? You don't speak Japanese?" Karen shook her head. "Okay. Kawaii means cute in Japanese. How'd you know to say kawaii if you don't know what it means?" She simply shrugged for her answer. Another bell rang.

"Damn! Lunch is never long enough!" Matt said, scarfing down his food. The others followed suit and then headed inside and to their fifth periods. "Come on Kare. We better get to chemistry before Raj has a cow. Luckily for Immanuel, he has Sanders. We'll see y'all sixth everyone!" he called as everyone went their separate ways.

A/N: Sorry for the confusion caused when I stopped uploading the new chapters. I stopped after a few because we only have one phone line and I have to do a lot of adjustments on-line by hand now. sighs Gomen everyone...