Reincarnation Chapter 13, 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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Sam tried everything in his power to keep Immanuel from doing anything but going to school and then coming home until after Friday night. It was a new moon night and he really didn't want Immanuel out. It wasn't that he was worried about Immanuel; far from it in fact. He was more worried about the stupid people he could hurt… or more importantly the people who could figure out their secret. They may not be demon anymore, but they weren't exactly normal either. But no matter how hard he tried, Immanuel was bent on disobeying him. He kept talking about Friday night's date with Karen like Sam didn't exist, or at least that he hadn't said anything about staying home. It aggravated him to no end. And any time he looked at Jacob he'd receive a slight smile and a shake of his head before leaving or going back to what he'd been doing. Jacob had been making himself scarce lately.

Friday morning came and went… as did Immanuel. On his way out of the house, Sam stopped him and Rachel to tell him that he was to escort Rachel home right after school. Rachel started arguing first, saying that she wasn't a child and didn't need to be escorted. But Immanuel shut her up by reminding her that it was only so he would come home instead of going out tonight. He turned and started to walk out the door again when Sam's hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Immanuel, you will stay home tonight. I don't know or care about what's going through that thick head of yours, but it needs to stop now. You need to stay home tonight. You've been at Karen's for the last three new moons. You've been slacking off on your training to hang out with your little friends. You disrespect Jacob… and you're disrespecting me. I think you stay home all day in fact. You're weakest on new moon days."

"Feh!" Immanuel snorted. "I've got two tests today that I'm not going to miss and a date tonight. That. I. Am. Going. To. Like it or not Sam. Come on Rachel. We need to get to school before we're tardy." Immanuel forcefully shrugged his shoulder out of Sam's grip and walked away.

"He just wants to make things right this time," Rachel said quietly from beside Sam. "You're doing the same thing." She hesitated a moment before rising up on tip-toe to kiss Sam's cheek, then ran after Immanuel. Sam stood stunned, one hand covering his right cheek where Rachel had kissed him. He just wants to make things right this time. You're doing the same thing, ran through his head over and over again. Was that what he was doing? Trying to make things right this time?

"You are so whipped," Jacob said, walking from the kitchen with a glass of Coke in his hand. "She's got you doing whatever she wants you to. And Immanuel walks all over you. What happened to the way things were Sam?"

"Shut it," Sam growled, slamming the door and stalking to the gym.

"Insolent git… tired of his crap… thinks he can boss me around…" Immanuel muttered at breakfast. "Well, not anymore… estúpido... piensa que él puede controlarme... Je le montrerai pas désormais... Ich steuere mein Leben jetzt, nicht er... Ich erlösche mit Karen heute abend und er kann nicht nichts tun..."

"Immanuel. Immanuel? Immanuel!" Rachel called, waving a hand in front of his face. "What is wrong with him?"

"Pensa que está assim quente... apenas porque tomou cuidado de mim por dezessete anos... que é mudado toda agora..."

"Immanuel sit," Karen said with a sigh.

(A/N: It's mentioned in chapter three that Immanuel knows six different languages, seven counting sign language. Well, here they are: English, Japanese, Spanish, French, German, and Portuguese. Here are the translations from above: 'el tirón estúpido... piensa que él puede controlarme…' means 'stupid... he thinks that he can control me…' 'Je le montrerai pas désormais...…' means 'I'll show him' 'Ich steuere mein Leben jetzt, nicht er... Ich erlösche mit Karen heute abend und er kann nicht nichts tun…' means 'He doesn't control my life now... I'm going out with Karen tonight and there's nothing he can do about it…' 'Pensa que está assim quente... apenas porque tomou cuidado de mim por dezessete anos... que é mudado toda agora…' means 'He thinks that he is so hot... only because he took care of me for seventeen years... that's all changed now…' Yeah, it's weird and I get all my translations from babelfishso blame them if something is wrong. So anyways…)

Immanuel fell off the seat he was sitting in and clutched his beads. When it stopped hurting he stood up and then sat back down again. "What was that for?" he asked, his trademark scowl in place. Karen returned one just as fierce. "Feh!"

"You were muttering in different languages Immanuel," Matt said, trying not to laugh. "You started out in English, and I think I head German and Spanish in there, but I couldn't understand a word you said! I think you were talking about Sam though. And you did mention Karen's name. How did you learn so many languages?"

"Same way I learned everything else," Immanuel said, eating his toast. "Sam drilled it into my head from when I was young. I always had to learn something, even before I was in school my parents were teaching me different things. Not in the same way Sam did, but then again no one does things like Sam. Unverschämte Schmerz im Esel." Then ten minute warning bell rang. "Come on. We'll be late."

(A/N: Not gonna translate that one. Go to babelfish if you wanna know.)

School was boring, and it seemed to drag on for Immanuel. He was going out with Karen tonight if it killed him. And he hoped that it wouldn't because that would mean that they'd need to get reincarnated again just so Immanuel could do it right again. He didn't even realize that the lunch bell had rang until the teacher came up to him and told him he could leave. He made his way outside to where the group had lunch every day and sat on the bench to wait for someone. However, the someone he met up with was not who he ideally had in mind.

Kris sauntered over and sat across from Immanuel on another bench. "You think that just because you're going out with Karen tonight makes you something," he started. "Well let me tell you, it doesn't. You were a nobody before you got here and you're still a nobody to me. Just because you're not exactly human doesn't mean I can't take you on."

"Okay Kris," Immanuel agreed, not really even paying attention.

"Okay? What do you mean 'okay'? I just said I was gonna whip you if we ever got in a fight! Rephrase," Kris muttered, smirking and holding up a hand. "When we get in a fight, because there's one brewing right now even."

"Well it's going to have to wait until after tonight then, won't it?" Karen asked as she looked at the two. Immanuel jumped up and gave Karen a goofy grin. "Oh no you don't. Put your butt back on that stone bench and listen to me. You two need to stop fighting right now. I don't even know why you fight. Kris, I'm not your girlfriend. I never was. Not even in the Feudal Era. I was always with Immanuel, even before I realized just how deep that meant. And especially now. We're going to do this right this time around and I won't have you or anyone else messing it up. And that includes you Sam!" she yelled, turning to face the unnoticed intruder. Immanuel gave a growl from his seat as he stood and walked in front of the group.

"I'm not going to hurt your little friends Immanuel," Sam said with a smirk. "I'm just here to try to talk sense into you one last time since you aren't coming home after school today. Well, actually that's why I'm here. I'll let you go tonight if you promise not to kill too many people."
Sam gave an evil laugh and started to walk off. Immanuel looked after with a hint of confusion in his expression. It wasn't like Sam to give up so easily, even if it was for an evil reason. He sighed and went back to eating; conversation quickly came about and lunch was pleasant.

But the rest of school? Nope, nothing was ever easy for Immanuel. In chemistry, he was so mixed up in his thoughts about Karen and Sam that he didn't pay attention to which beaker or test tube he picked up. Well, when you add an acid and water together you're supposed to add the acid to the water. But Immanuel added the water to the acid, and then mixed it with a highly active base. None of which came out with a positive reaction. No one was hurt, although there was a new hole on one of the chemistry counters. There was several reprimandings, and although Immanuel grew mad enough to transform, Sam never showed up. Maybe he was giving up?

History wasn't much better. Kris decided that if he and Immanuel were going to fight, why not do it now, today, to see if Karen would leave Immanuel for that reason. But no, Karen just got mad at Kris and Mr. Lopez had to send both boys to the APs' office while he continued class to the bell. In the office, Kris talked to his Assistant Principal while Immanuel talked to his councilor. She babied him like he was seven years old, telling him that because he was still new to the school, to America even, that she could understand the tension that came with a move and all that. When she talked to Kris, she reminded him of Immanuel's move and that things were hard on everyone around this time of year.

The Assistant Principal however was not as nice as the councilor. She gave Immanuel a Saturday detention and almost told him to stay away from school related activities other than actual school classes for a week. Starting today. But she didn't, so everything was still okay. Kris was given two Saturday detentions because he instigated and started the fight in the middle of class. And according to the note that Mr. Lopez sent down with the boys, he'd hit Immanuel first. Repeatedly in fact. Immanuel never hit back. The note never said why, but every person present in that class knew it was because Karen had asked him not to.

"I am so sick of this crap," Kris said, standing up after Mr. Lopez had praised Immanuel for a right answer. "Everyone loves you because you're new. Maybe if you weren't so new they'd all go back to being normal again. Want to test that theory out? Or will you blow up this classroom as well?"

"Shove it Kris, and sit down," Immanuel told him quietly.

"I must agree somewhat with Mr. Bazan's words," Mr. Lopez added. "Sit down Kris."

Kris continued as if nothing had been said by either man. "Come on, Immanuel. Let's settle this for the last time. It didn't work out before; someone else got to you before I could."

"Kris, you know I'm stronger than you," Immanuel said under his breath as he stood up. "Don't start this."

"Immanuel, please don't hit him," Karen said from her seat. Neither boy looked away from the other, but anyone who really knew Immanuel knew he'd heard Karen's words.

"It looks like you won't be fighting back so I'm not worried about getting hurt," Kris taunted. "Come on, let's settle this like men. Assuming that you are a man, are you not?" Immanuel couldn't let that one go. He stood up a little straighter and balled his fists, but he wouldn't hit the guy. He knew if he did he'd probably kill him. And Karen had asked him not to. "That's what I thought; you never did know when to back down, when to quit."

"I never quit," Immanuel growled. The teacher and other students lay forgotten as the two boys stared at each other in the middle of their history class. Kris struck quickly; that seemed to never change. Immanuel dodged, but caught the edge of it against his right cheek. Karen gasped, distracting Immanuel for the briefest of seconds. It was all Kris needed to knock Immanuel upside the head with a left hook. Immanuel had turned his head with the impact of the hit, but never staggered, never moved his feet, never made a sound even. He looked back at Kris, murder in his eyes. Karen's words kept playing through his heads; they were the only thing keeping Kris alive right now.

He struck again, his right fist coming up under Immanuel's chin and throwing him backwards into an empty desk. A girl shrieked; nobody paid any attention. Immanuel just stood back up. Kris hit him again. But this time, Immanuel brought his arms up in an x shape to block it. This proved futile as Kris punched him in the stomach with a hard left. Immanuel doubled over. Kris grabbed his head and brought it down hard on his right knee. Karen used this to her advantage and muttered 'sit' quietly. Immanuel dropped to one knee, holding necklace as far away from himself as he could. Karen rushed to him to hold his head and try to make it look unsuspicious that he was holding the necklace and not his head. At the same time she coddled Immanuel, she chastised Kris for his stupidity at probably succeeding in getting expelled.

Shortly thereafter, Mr. Lopez had sent them to the office with a note in Immanuel's hand. Immanuel kept thinking about how lucky Kris was that Karen was there. Because had she not been, he would had been in an ambulance on his way to the hospital if not dead. Immanuel would have fought back had Karen not asked him to. And he made sure that Kris knew this on their way home.

Immanuel walked home with Karen, Seth, and Steven. Mrs. Bassi fussed over the two cuts above Immanuel's left eye and the black right eye that would come and go over the weekend. Immanuel let her, even though both he and Karen told Mrs. Bassi that all would be healed by Sunday at the latest. Mrs. Bassi said she couldn't, in good consciousness, just let him go somewhere without the basics of medical help. So he sat at the kitchen table with an ice pack on his eye and two Band-Aids over the other while Karen retold the story of the fight to her mother and little brothers.