It Takes Courage

By InuYashaBaby1

Pairings (because, there is A-LOT!)AU: 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: Keep reviewing please? Oh, and thank you, Ra-chan, and Kuron!

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Flashback

"You can't do this, Kimi." Sesshomaru yelled. "It's going to kill you!"He pointed to her stomach.

"It won't... it's our baby." She smiled, choking the tears.

"You're a child, Kimi. You're too small to carry a baby." He frowned. "You'll get sick, and the baby will get sick. It's better for you, if we just kill it..."

"Kill it? It's a child just like me!"

"No, not just like you- Kimi, I'm a demon!" He yelled. "It's not an ordinary human! I'm a demon, Kimi. It'll tear you to shreds."

"I want this. I know... I... I shouldn't, but I do, with all my heart. The only reason I went out with Kyon-kun was because he had silver hair. It was never him, it was always, it was always..."

"Me." Sesshomaru said quietly. "It's always been me." Kimberly nodded. "But, Kimi, we can't... I can't... let you die... I just, Kimi, please."

"If you won't help me, I'll go to Hatsuru-he'll help me." She turned, swinging the door open, and stepping outside into the cold night.

"Don't go, Kimi please." He begged, but he was too defeated to go after her right now. He let go of her arm, and because of his devil pride, he shut the door behind him, slamming it in eternal anger. She walked down the street, the memorized path to Hatsuru's house. Little did poor Kimi know, but she was walking into a deep trap. Hatsuru was being beaten to a pulp in the alley beside the apartment that he, his brother, and his mom lived in. And Kyon-Kimi's 'virgin killer' boyfriend was waiting upstairs for her with a pistol he had rented last week. She jogged up the steps and pulled the front door open. She knocked on the door-it was the first apartment on the left. It opened, and someone roughly pulled her in. She screamed out, but he covered her mouth. He threw her onto the floor. She looked up- terrified-she stared into the eyes of her boyfriend, Kyon. He didn't have his cheerful purple rimmed glasses, but he was the Kyon she feared.

"Hello, Kimberly." He sneered.

"Kyon... where is Hatsuru? I just wanted to..." She started stuttering each syllable in her undeniable fear. What was going to happen to her? She automatically feared what she thought was the worst-but it was oh so much more than her perception of the word.

"Bang him like you did your father?" He growled. Grabbing her neck, he squeezed it in a fury. She tried ripping off the hand, finger by finger, but it seems that those tee shirts he had always worn didn't give his muscles justice. "Haha, I bet you thought I didn't know, huh, you little whore?"

She squirmed, and he hit her across her face.

"Leave me alone!" She cried in what little voice she could scrounge up.

"No." He smiled. "I assume Hatsuru told you that I was a serial rapist, but I bet he didn't tell you I killed our mother about a month ago." He cackled.

Her eyes went wide. Mrs. Kiyoshu? Dead...? How could it be! She was practically her mother! How could Hatsuru have not told her?

"Yeah. Common, sweetie. There's gonna be a party down here, so we might as well get upstairs." He pulled her off the floor, and she tried to hit him, but he held firm. (AN: wrong choice of words...) There was a quiet knock at the door. "Common in guys, the door is open. Set up and party wherever you want-just don't go upstairs. There's some booze in the fridge." Kimi kept resisting as high school students flooded the room, calling out names, and screaming in utter joy. She was thrust up the stairs, and he slammed her head into the railing, and she fell on the stairs. She held her head, staring wildly at the blood coating her hands and raven locks. He wrapped his hand around a bunch of her hair, and yanked her up the rest of the way. She screamed and cried in agony, but the sounds, and music of the party over powered her cries of anguish. He pushed her into the bedroom, and she landed on the white carpet, spreading her hands covered with blood on the carpet, scrawling 'Help me' in what she knew of kanji.

"That's not going to work." He laughed, kicking her face into the floor. "When I'm done with you, no one is even going to want to look at you-not even your father." She rolled over on the carpet, and let sobs escape her lips. Why was he doing this? Was the real world closer than the 3 foot cushion her father and mother wrapped around her? He kicked her in the stomach, sending radiating waves of pain through her. She shut her eyes tightly, no longer wanting to see the sneakers crippling her body. Then, it suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes, to see her father-standing there in his jeans and white tee-shirt.

"Sesshomaru," She moaned, staring up at him.

"Kimberly!" He said, running over to her. But, he was cut off, by a hit in the face from Kyon. Sesshomaru hit back, though, fast and hard. His glasses flew across the room, and shattered on the ground. His face scrunched up, and utter rage filled his normally placid features. Kimi leaned up against the bed behind her, terrified. Sesshomaru's nails grew, and they became extremely long. His silver hair grew past his shoulder, and markings appeared on his face, dog demon marks. Kimi knew that demon's existed, and although she knew that her father was one, it scared her to see him this way. A thin strand of light came off of Sesshomaru's finger, and he whipped it across Kyon's face, leaving a thing scar. He pounced on top of Kyon, but Kyon was too quick, and pulled out the gun. He aimed it right at Sesshomaru's shoulder, and shot it. The echo of the shot rang through Kimi's ears. Sesshomaru backed into the wall, grabbing his shoulder, astounded by the extreme amount of blood. He fell to the floor, leaving a long line of blood trailing him on the wall.

"Sesshomaru!!!!!!!" Kimberly cried out. "Sesshomaru!!!!!!!!!!"

But, he didn't respond.

End Flashback

I groaned and stretched as I sat up in bed. I ran my hand through my hair, it was messy and knotty. Product of an awful night's sleep. My mind and body were both exhausted from living life the way I did. I ripped off the blankets, and remembered I had school today. I looked at the clock, and was shocked by the time it read: 5:00 PM. I had missed and entire day of school, nobody even having woke me up. Already, this dumb-ass adopted family of mine was tired of me. It's not like I cared about school-because I didn't. Not one fraction of a god damned ounce. But, I wanted to see Sesshomaru, so badly. Last night was the best sex I had since, well him. I stood up, my feet shivering on the cold floor. I walked across the room, and looked at myself in the stupid mirror the stupid new family gave me. My pajama's consisted of a long tee shirt, that had many stains on it, and I noticed a ton of hickeys all over me. I looked so bad, I could repulse anybody walking the street. And yet, I glowed with an ethereal light. I grabbed the brush off the table and ran it quickly through my hair. I pulled on a pair of jeans, and a low cut top. I slipped a sweat shirt on top of it, so it covered all the hickey's Sesshomaru left. I picked up my cell phone, and dialed Sakura-chan's number.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Sakura!"

"KIMI! Are you okay, you weren't in school today! Sensei looked worried. He asked about you. What happened between you two?"

"I'm fine, Kura, really. Nothing... Happened, we just talked."

"Ah, okay. Kimi, he's known as a bit of a flirt."

"A flirt? Really? With other teachers, I'm sure right." I said confused. He had said he didn't do that with students.

"No. With Students... 3 girls in the last year, Kimi- All Freshman."

"Freshman?"

"Yeah. They didn't press charges, either. But it's common knowledge."

"I guess it was that daughter of his."

"Yeah, I guess. But I also think he's kinda a..." Her voice got quiet and tense "Pervert." She mumbled it like it was a swear. I gasped. Sakura never said pervert.

"Really that bad?" I said.

"Yeah."

"Aw, fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I yelled. "I slept with him."

"KIMEKU! YOU DID?" She screamed. I dropped the phone and quickly picked it back up.

"Er... Yeah."

"Was that why you weren't in school today?"

"No-I kinda slept through the day,"

"Didn't Miroku wake you up?"

"Who?"

"Your adopted brother."

"Aw, right."

"You should probably talk to his Best friend, InuYasha."

"Why?"

"He's Sensei's brother."

"Oh." I didn't know Sesshomaru had a brother.

"Kimi, I don't think that Sensei is right for you."

"Uh, I know. It was a uh, one night uh, thing."

"Oh, goodness Kimi! When you start going into the 'Uhs' that means you're in love-!!!"

"No, I'm not in love, Sakura." I sighed.

"Well, I gave sensei your cell phone number."

"WHAT?" I squealed.

"He looked worried. I just couldn't deny his face."

"Fine. Go ahead, judge him, then give him my cell phone number."

"Sorry, Kimi-san."

"I gotta go."

"Nkay, see you later."

"Yeah."

I flipped the sleek phone closed, and there were no missed calls. 6 was dinner, I still had a good twenty minutes. Then, my phone rang.

I stared at it, as if it was a bomb, hotwired to explode.

I finally picked it up after the third ring.

"Hello?" I said awkwardly-praying it wasn't Sensei.

"Hatsuki? You have some explaining to do." I recognized the husky voice well. I sighed.

"Oh, god. Sesshomaru-I"

"Are you okay?" The question surprised me.

"Huh?"

"Are you okay? When you didn't come to school... I got worried. I thought maybe... I had hurt you last night."

"Far from it, in fact." I said happily. "I was just tired."

"Ah, alright. Well, last night was the last time anything like that... will ever happen between us. Do you understand?"

"Crystal Clear." I whimpered.

"Alright. See you tomorrow."

The phone went dead, and I turned toward the door to go down and get my dinner.

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Third Person POV-30 minutes previous

Sesshomaru sat as his desk in the study, talking on the phone with the principle of the school.

"You have to stop messing around with students, Sesshomaru." Takkun said. "Just because you're the best teacher in Japan-it doesn't give you the right to boink every girl with green eyes or black hair, or her cup size, or whatever it is you go by." Sesshomaru groaned. "You have a wife, you know."

"It would be nice if Kitamika didn't find out about this, Ta." He said, pleadingly.

"I hadn't planned to tell her, man. All I'm saying is fuck her instead to innocent 14 year olds, you know? I mean, why do you need to fuck them any who? She was your daughter. I pray that you and that little girl didn't fool around."

"Of course not, I just loved her so much-I guess that's the only way I know how to get love out of girls that age. Sorry. I didn't rape anyone though, I got consent on all 17-oh sorry 18 times."

"18? Man, two days ago it was 17."

"Well, she was kinda-her..."

"You mean seriously, you made love to a dead girl? I dunno, that's kinda low."

"No! I mean, she had her eyes, her hair, her age, her nickname, her smile, her nickname for me."

"You mean she was 12?"

"No, She was 16."

"Oh, well at least it was a step up. YOU ARE SUCH A PEDOPHILE!"

"God. You're right-might as well call me Robert." (AN!!!!!WHOOT!)

"Just-leave our students, ALONE!"

"All right, Kimi was the last one."

"Good. Bye, Sesshomaru."

"Bye, Takkun." Sesshomaru hung up the phone and stared at it mournfully. He had planned to call over that Kimi girl-ask how she was, then call her over for a quickie (DAMN! She was good in bed) but he realized that those days were over. He couldn't be like that. He couldn't do this anymore. Kimberly was gone, he had to realize this. She and his unborn child were both taken away. He called Kimi, and that was the end of that.

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Kimi POV

Dinner was over, and I quietly stared into the empty plate.

"So," Mrs. Hatsuki, a thin wiry woman with dyed blonde hair and gray eyes said. "WE got a phone call from the school, today Kimeku."

"Oh?" I asked falsely surprised.

"You didn't go to school today." A man, Mr. Hatsuki, was just an older Miroku.

"Ah, well, you guys didn't give me an alarm clock, and Miroku didn't come to get me." I smiled.

"You didn't come to dinner last night, though." Miroku piped in.

"Oh, I had some pizza with a friend that I haven't seen in a long while." I said, taking a sip of sparkling water.

"You could have called." Miroku's girlfriend, Sango said sweetly.

"Why does she have so much say?" I asked, aggravated.

"Her father also owns a prosperous company. We were engaged since birth." Miroku said affectionately.

"Oh, lord almighty!" I cried out, slamming my knife savagely into the table cloth, where it now stood pointing upwards, the butt pointing towards the sky.

"Jealous, much." Sango sneered. I stuck my tongue out at her. She gasped, and I turned, walking towards the door. I would go to my bar.

Ah, my bar. Kimi's a great place really. I take care of it really well. It's a place of my own too. I inherited from the same people which I inherited the gang. So, it's often referred to as 'HQ' by some of my good friends. I'm a leader of a gang you see, one I inherited from my adopted father. He taught me how to fight. This one is not Sesshomaru, but I never did learn Fathers first name, only his last, Satozuki. Him and Mui were really kind when they weren't putting me in a boxing room. They were far better than a lot of parents I had over the years, third only to my real parents and Sesshomaru, of course. But I had many others. Anyway, back to the bar. It's located on the corner of two streets, deep into the slums. It's sweet neon sign glows bright: "Kimi's Bar & Pub, Open All Night" It even has a liquor license. We sell classic American and Japanese cuisine, although we don't sell sushi. There is an apartment upstairs, a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living area. Many a boyfriend and I have become familiar with that double bed. My old pictures litter the walls. I forgot to get my jacket on the way out of that cold house. I always prefer the bar. I had nothing to drive with, so I walked. Clear out my head.

I hated rich people, I guess I always have. I was surprised when the adoption agency called me up, normally they didn't bother me. To me, the Hatsukis were just another group of rich jerks who wanted to appear kind by adopting a helpless teen. Well, I'm not helpless; I never was. I no longer loathed hitting people who went against the gang-now I fucking loved it. How terrible is that? Of course, not that I'm in charge of the Americus, we don't beat up on people we don't have reason to. It wasn't always like that. I remember this one time, Pap (That's what I called my third adoptive dad, Satozuki was his last name...) instructed us to beat the shit out of this one lady walking by...just because she was walking by. And you wanna know what? We did it. She was pregnant too-the baby's blood spilled all over the winter snow. She was too weak to come at us, but the lady was screaming at us "Murderers" she called us. There wasn't much special about this, at the time it was a routine thing. But, the reason I remember this is because she already had bruises. Already had them.

When I got to the bar, it was already open. I instructed Goemon, the leader of the male division of Americus second in command only to me, to open at 7 everyday. He does it too. Goemon is good like that. I smiled as I pushed open the door.

"Hey, guys." I said, "Anybody got a smoke?" Goemon came up and hugged me. Goemon was a big guy.

I was tall, for a girl, 5'10'' (Although Kuron was ALWAYS taller than me...it's strange) Goemon was HUGE! He was at least 6'5''. He was broad shouldered, and a big muscled guy. He matched that with a big personality. His hair was a deep brown, so deep it was approaching black, but it hadn't quite made the notch. He had a couple scars from knife fights (hey, doesn't everyone in the gang world?) one across his eyebrows, and one going across his nose. His eyes were black. Not deep brown like his hair, I'm sure of this, his eyes were black. I've always liked Goemon, he just wasn't the boyfriend type. Of course, there was many a night when he had been the one to accompany me up to my little apartment. He was a good friend like that. He handed me a cigarette and lit it with one of those expensive 'Zippo' lighters, you know, the ones in the case? I smiled as I looked around the room. Ayumu, a tall girl with purple streaks through her brown hair nodded at me while taking a drag on her cigarette. Ayumu is a year younger than me, making her 15. Mei, the oldest is 21 years old. She was leaning on her favorite bar stool and smoking her cigar. Yes, she smokes cigars, it's kinda her vice. Like orange tic tacs and Paulie Bleaker from Juno. Naoki was a short, gangly kid who was only 13. He was covered in zits, and was sipping a bottle of root beer. Osamu and Ran were flirting with each other in the corner, Osamu had his hand in the back of Ran's jeans-figures, those two are inseparable. The twins were the last ones. Their dark hair covered their eyes, and their slite figures looked transparent in the moonlight, man, Rina and Rio are creepy. Of course, my gang is big, bigger than this, but it's rare to have us all in one group. We got close once, only one person was missing, but then again, Rokuru is ALWAYS late.

I waved at them all, and Goemon patted me on the shoulder.

"Sakura is upstairs." He said in a quiet voice, almost a whisper. "She was covered with bruises." I bit my lip to stifle a hiss or growl. It was him again. I pushed past Goemon, and jogged up the stairs in the back. I twisted the door handle.

"Sakura?" I asked apprehensively as I opened the door. I shut the door on behind me, finding the light on in the bedroom. "Sakura?" I asked with more strength.

"In the bedroom." Sakura said quietly, but she knew I had fantastic hearing. I walked in the bedroom, a blue room, and she was staring at the mirror. She looked at me, and smiled weakly. "Really," she shrugged, "I don't think it's that bad this time." I ran to hug her.

"Oh, Jesus, Kura, why didn't you call me?" I said pulling away and staring at her face. Her blue eyes were swollen from the black eyes, her neck and face covered. I put my face in my hands. That's when I smelt the blood. "Did he rape you too?" I turned to her. She nodded solemnly. I stood up and kicked the nightstand.

"You gotta understand, I deserved it," She nodded "This time, I deserved it, Kaoku said so."

Kaoku was her sister's husband. He did this to Kura on a-if not a daily-weekly basis.

"What could you have possibly done to deserve this?" I questioned, holding her bruised wrist. Tears ran down her face.

"I knocked over his expensive whisky."

"Kura, I won't let you go back there." I shook my head. "I don't care if she's your sister, clearly she doesn't care enough about you to divorce that sick son of a bitch."

"She cares!" Sakura protested. "SHE CARES." She started to cry.

"I'm calling Kiysku."I said, taking the phone in my hands.

"Don't trouble him, he lives an hour away." She shook her head.

"Sakura, come on. You've gotta hear how crazy you sound. Kiysku is crazy about you, he'd dive of a cliff if that's what it took..."

"DON"T MAKE HIM DO THAT!" She said, standing up.

"Metaphorically, besides, he...he hasn't seen you in a while, and I think we should just hang out." I dialed his number, it was on speed dial. Kuron didn't speak up against me, I don't think she could have.

"Jinenki residence, Mrs. Jinenki speaking" Jinenki-sama's voice was cheerful and peppy on the other end of the line.

"Hi, Jinenki-sama, it's Kimi-is Kiysku home?"

"Oh, hello Kimi-chan. Yes he is, would you like to talk to him?" She asked. She liked me-well, as much as she could, considering the fact that I'm a gang leader, I own my own bar, and I 'sleep with anything with a dick' as one boyfriend described it.

"Yes, please Jinenki-sama." I may not always be the nicest, but I was certainly polite.

"One moment." There were some sounds of the passing of the phone.

"Hey, Kimi what's up?"

"Hey, Kiysku-kun, it's Sakura."

"Oh, god is she okay?" His voice transformed into protective boyfriend Mode.

"No. It was that rat bastard Kaoku again."

"I won't bring over Kiyre, I'll just come...where are you?"

"The bar." The other end clicked. I hung up the phone, and crawled next to Sakura on the couch. She had started watching a movie, I asked her what it was.

"The Notebook." Sakura replied simply.

"It's a good one."

"Yup, I really love it." She smiled wildly, and giggled a bit.

"Kiysku is coming over." I whispered. She nodded, finally, in agreement with me.

I hate to say this, but Sakura, it seems, had seen more awful and terrible things than I had. Yet, she hadn't changed. She was still peppy and giddy. Maybe that's because she knew the leukemia would take her one day, and she might as well live life to the fullest. I guess I was...jealous? Is that possible? Not of her situation, but of the fact that she can remain so cheery. If I had that, maybe Sesshomaru would have recognized me.

"You know, Sakura, it wasn't your fault." She shook her head, and smiled.

"It's okay, Kimi. Really." But was it? For now, I had to accept it. The first few times, I couldn't but I think I can deal with it now. As much as I possibly could, you know? There was a knock on my door.

"I'll get the door and grab some popcorn from downstairs, okay?" I said as I stood up. Turning towards the door, the person kept knocking. I opened the door. There stood Kiysku in all his glory. His eyes, the crystal blue. His hair, the dark brown or black I could never determine, his broad shoulders, his cute smile, and my favorite feature, his little ears, the hamster/guinea pig ears. Although, I did date him for a bit, I think he's perfect for Sakura. I'm no boyfriend stealer, mark my words. At least, not on purpose. Did I think he was great looking, and I think he'd be a fun ride? Sure. But would I ever do it? Of course not. (According to Sakura, he's a real 10 or 12, if you get my drift.)

"How bad was it?" He asked roughly.

"Bad, but not the worst." I shrugged. "You know how it is. I don't think she even fights back now, it's crazy." There was this one time, he raped her, and beat her to the point where she was in the hospital for days.

"Yeah." He nodded solemnly. He pushed past me, and I thought I heard a whispered exchange of 'I love you's. I shut the door as I walked down into the bar. Everybody looked worried, even the twins. Everyone loved Sakura.

"Well?" Goemon asked, his eyes wide and pleading.

"She'll be better with a little TLC."

"Kaoku again?" Naoki asked, I think he was in love with Sakura. The only times he talked, it was about her. I nodded at him.

"Anybody got some popcorn?" I asked and Mei handed me a bowl. The bowl has hot, and I had to move my hands constantly to prevent burn.

"We gotta kill that sonofabitch." Mei said, looking into my eyes.

"Someday, not today. She wants to keep her sister happy, and Kaoku makes her sister happy, I guess." I shrugged and looked around the room. Everyone went back to their places, and I grabbed Goemon's arm. He turned to me. "After Ki and Kuron leave, could you come upstairs? I'm having a lonely day."

"Sure, Kimi. You know I'd do anything for you." I would have blushed if I could have. He kissed me on the cheek.

I guess I didn't want to be alone. I hated falling asleep without a warm body next to mine, I shake, and I shiver and I can't sleep. Night terrors, my real mom always said. I opened the door.

"I got popcorn!" I called into the darkness of the room. I heard a gleeful 'Yay!' from Kuron, and with her, it was clearly not sarcastic.

We watched some old movies, as we usually did on beating days. Today it was Gaslight, Physco, and The Shining, although Kuron had to leave at certain places. She's never been able to take it when the elevator opens and all that blood comes out...she always leaves the room. Well, they left at about 3 in the morning, same car. Although, they never had sex on beatings days (She was a water demon, and the healing happened quickly and so did the sex then after) . Goemon came up, and the sex wasn't as great as it usually was, it was just good. I guess I wasn't into it as much as I usually was. Goemon held me all through the night, he was there when I woke up to get ready for school-thank god for Fridays, huh?

END chapter 3

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AN: Hazzah! I am done! Thanks, Kuron for reminding me, or I would have never gotten it done.