Fearless by ChocolateVodka

Oh Crap...

Fearless

Disclaimer: Me no own Inuyasha. At all. I'm poor, and sad. Hug Me!

This is basically the revised version of a story I posted on Fanfiction.net back in 05 I believe. Kinda had writers block for a while and didn't really know what direction to take. I figure it's gonna go waaay into wacky land by the time I'm done with it. I'm dusting it off and giving it a nice little spit and polish. Hopefully this time around I'll be able to finish it. Reviews good or bad are welcome.

Chapter 1: Oh Crap...

Well hello there children. This is Kagome Higurashi at your service. And here is some common sense for those of you who lack any at this present time.

Sesshoumaru is a scary guy. No wait, scratch that.

Sesshoumaru is BEYOND what your feeble mind can even imagine as scary.

Like, "make you stand there like those idiot kids in the horror movies do with that deer caught in the headlights look" scary. Like hell froze over with one glance from Mr. Killing Perfection and they're now thinking of hosting the next winter Olympics there. Maybe not even those. We're talking sub zero chilly here. And by they I mean...uh those people that decide those kinds of they "things". Like, Freddy Krueger going to "Hollywood Nails" for a Mani/Pedi with Chucky.

*shudder*

No seriously, I actually just freaked myself out with that last mental image. That was just wrong...oh so so wrong...

But yeah, he's the kind of guy your mother would warn you about if she had the proper imagination to do so. Unfortunately, she didn't and now you have to suffer for it. In fact, they should be teaching classes on this sort of thing. Don't people learn from their history? Mother's have had over 5 centuries to prepare for this sort of occurence after all.

Especially when you're a 15 year old school girl traveling back 500 years into the past collecting some sacred jewel shards with a temperamental half demon, a lecherous monk, a kickass tajiya with firecat accessory (no batteries required), a fuzz ball kitsune, and trying to survive while undead girlfriend's try to steal your soul, creepy self made half demons are uber power hungry shard stealing jerks, and said half demon's (well the pervious half demon's) scary half brother tries to kill you!

Yeah... that common sense I was telling you about? Not really helping much. Especially in my case. Here I am telling you not to be dumb bunny, and I'm the one that should be heeding my own advice. Sheesh. I'm sure at this very moment Inuyasha would be laughing hysterically at me and somehow point out that his beloved Kikyo would never be so moronic.

That is...he'd be laughing until I made him eat a dirt sandwich...

6 feet in the ground...

With a boulder on top.

Overkill much? (If you haven't noticed by now I tend to go off on tangents quite a bit)

But let's get back to the fact shall we? I mean, it's just plain stupidity to think that demons wouldn't have survived to my present day. I mean, How dumb could I get? (dont answer that. Seriously. Dont.) They ARE immortal after all. Which is why coming back from the warring states era after fighting (more like barely surviving) the good fight I run smack into a present day Sesshoumaru grinning down at me while I'm struggling to get out of the well. Wearing an Armani Suit no less.

Can we say heart attack? We're talkin' full cardiac arrest.

...and a sudden need to pee VERY badly?

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First chapter is officially up and revised. Oh man...I really hope it didn't suck too much. And i seem to keep going back and re re RE revising what little there is in this first part to begin with. It's really been way too long and it was over due.

Trust me, there will be more dialouge in the next chapter. And I'm almost posistive it's gonna get much screwier (is that even a word) chapter by chapter. I've got some very...unexpected things coming up *rubs hands together*

Execellent... 

 

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