Teenage Love Affair by Musouka

Chapter 1

Ello, My Lovely Readers! This is a redo of my story I Still Need You, It's Been A Very Long Time Since Its Been Posted So You Might Not Remember It! Anyways I've Already Written Chapters 1-6 So This Story Will Most Likely Be Updated Every Couple Of Weeks. In addition, Chapters 1-5 were Co-Written with an Old Beta of Mine Named Miss Artemis, She is The Author of A Heart Strangled Cry! She is An Amazing Person but She Is No Long Apart of This Story, Her Personal Life Has Stopped Her From Beta-ing And Even Updating Her Own Stories. But I Am Still Going To Consider Her A Co-Writer Because It If Wasn't For Her, This Story May Have Never Been Updated Let Alone Rewritten. Anyways Enjoy And Tell Me What You Think.

Title- Our Teenage Love Affair

Summary- I found out at a young age that young love wasn't a lasting love. I received my first and final heartbreak at the tender age of 16. I also received two bundles of joys the year after. Over the years, I never thought I would actually have to deal with the past or the heartbreak, but I was wrong. My judgment day reared its ugly head, and as a grown woman, I had to deal with the heartbreak of our teenage love affair. AU, Kag/Sess

Disclaimer- I own nothing but the ideas, places, and characters that I created!

Chapter 1: Time For New Beginnings

Tears fell from my eyes and onto my lap. I couldn't believe what had just happened. How could we have ended so fast yet so slowly? I have been yours and yours only for two years, but then that witch came into the picture and ruined everything. I hated her with a passion that I didn't know I possessed. I knew hating her wasn't worth the trouble since she thrived on other people's pain, but damn it, I liked the feeling of hate. Soon, my tears of sadness became tears of pure and utter disgust, but not because of you or her, but at myself. Why should I cry my eyes out when you weren't doing the same? Why should I wallow in self pity when you weren't? Why should I suffer if you weren't?

I wiped my tears away and went to wash my face - I refused to face the world with tears in my eyes. I walked downstairs to see my mother cooking dinner along with my older sister, Kikyo. Nothing was said because everybody knew about our breakup. I mean, I did come home with tears streaming down my face only two or three hours ago. I all ready knew Inuyasha had told Kikyo, who had told my mom, and soon enough our whole school would know. I would be the outcast of the school starting Monday. I shuddered at the thought. I didn't want to go to school Monday; hell I didn't want to see Sesshomaru for the rest of my life.

All of a sudden, like as if a light bulb had appeared over my head and flickered on, an idea popped into my mind. I got off of my bed, my numb and shocked mind slowly forming into excited anticipation. Charging down the stairs, I headed towards the small "clicks" and "clangs" of China tea cups being picked up and sat back down on small, matching China plates with the "tings" and "tangs" of chopsticks softly hitting against matching China bowls. I could faintly hear the soft murmurings of Kikyo and my mother talking as they ate. Sliding open the shoji door my mom had insisted on placing around the kitchen and dining room rather than actual walls and doors like the rest of the house. They both paused and gazed at me. Kikyo's chopsticks were in midair with chow mien noodles wrapped around the ends. My mother calmly continued to sip from her cup.

"Mom, can I move to L.A. and live with Dad and Souta?" I asked softly, hoping for a better response than the crying hysteria that I would have been if I had asked earlier.

Kikyo dropped her chop sticks while my mom choked on the water she had just been drinking.

"'Gome, you can't be serious!" Kikyo yelled at me in disbelief. Her beautiful, chocolate brown eyes were filled with shock and involuntary tears.

"I can't go to school on Monday, Kiki! I can't see him or anybody who knows him. He believed that girl over me! He called me a whore - he told me I meant nothing to him! Two years I have loved him unconditionally and I had meant nothing!" I pleaded her desperately as I watched her stand up.

Our eyes connected and I saw the desperation was just as plain on her face as mine was. Both of our eyes were sad and held unshed tears. It was hurting me to be asking for so much from both Mom and Kikyo, asking to be erased from their daily lives, but I can't stand it. I know I can't stand the ridicule I am sure I will receive from the student body, especially when I didn't do anything. Kikyo wasn't on the wrong end of anything - she didn't do anything wrong. She didn't know how it feels to be against almost everyone at school. Well...almost about to be against everyone at school. I know I can't take it, but I know most importantly that I won't take it.

"But Kagome, you can get through this! You can move on! He only has another month before he graduates and then you'll be a senior and everything will be okay." Kikyo argued back at me, grabbing for straws. Her pleas and mother's sad, heartbroken gaze made my heart quiver. I almost considered staying, just for them. I didn't want to hurt them - they have been the best family I could have ever asked for. They were always there for me, comforting me when things got bad. They were always there, helping me get better when I was sick. They were there for everything: my first date, my first kiss, my first boyfriend...everything. But I had to remind myself that I was there for them just as much as they were there for me. I needed to remind myself that I needed to get away from everything: the heartache, the tears, the ridicule, the mocking laughter, and the insults...there's only so much for one to take before they break. And I didn't want to...break, that is.

"No, it won't. Everything will turn out to be horrible. In less than a day at school, I'll go from being the "not-noticed-girl-who-dated-Sesshomaru" to the "dumb-ass-who-supposedly-cheated-on-him." I don't want that." I replied firmly, my old resolve coming back full-force.

"But -"

Our mother finally butted into our argument, causing both of us to stop quarreling and turn to her, waiting to see what she has to say. Mom sat her tea cup down on the small plate and stood up, her sad eyes replaced with a firm and determined gaze,

"Kikyo, be quiet. Kagome wants this and I think it might be a good thing for her to change environments and move in with your father. I will miss her, but at least I know my baby will call and visit."

Mom gave me a pointed glare, as if saying "there's no arguing over this issue" and I couldn't help but smile at her and nod, as if saying "of course I will." Satisfied with my response, Mom began to walk into the kitchen, sliding open the other shoji door on the opposite side of the room - most probably going to fetch me some dinner. Kikyo looked as if she still had some fight in her, even when knowing that she had all ready lost. She whined pleadingly,

"But Mom, I don't want Kagome to go. I'll be all alone! Plus, Sango and the others will miss her and then Sesshomaru will think that what that Miyu girl told him was true and think Kagome is running because she feels guilty."

"Well, Kikyo, I know that you are trying to look out for me, but I wanna leave. If Sesshomaru wants to think that he has won, then so be it. I don't care." I told her stubbornly, my eyes hardening. I don't care what Sesshomaru believes in now - his opinion no longer matters to me. Why should I care anyway? He's nothing but a coward that would rather listen to some lying whore rather than his girlfriend for two years - it just comes to show at how untrusting he really is.

I watched as Kikyo's face finally fell in defeat, her shoulder's slumping. She bit her lip to control her tears before stubbornly folding her arms across her chest and throwing her head to the side, nose in the air in a position of snootiness. I could see that she was trying to act as if she wasn't as affected by my leaving than she really was. She gave an airy sigh,

"Fine, fine, I get it. Well...call Daddy and see if he says okay. I'll help you pack up your clothes and stuff."

"Thank you, Kiki." I told her softly, gratitude laced in my voice. My heart felt warm that Kikyo and Mom were supportive of my decision - they were, after all, the few of my most precious people, the ones I love the most. I watched as Kikyo's rigid stance slowly relaxed at my statement. She turned her head to me slowly, cautiously. When seeing my smile, her eyes softened and she allowed a small, matching smile to light up her face.

Dinner was finished and the kitchen was cleaned. I called my father and told him the whole story about Sesshomaru. He readily agreed to have me come and move in to stay in L.A. I left Tokyo on Monday by using my father's private jet, but that wasn't the end of my worries.

-4 Months Later-

I lay in my bed, holding my stomach. It was killing me and I didn't know why. For the past hour or so I had been throwing up everything I had eaten since last night.

"SOUTA!" I yelled from my bedroom.

"What's wrong, 'Gome?"

"I don't know." The distress in my voice was clearly apparent. I grimaced and heard the door to my bedroom open, revealing my younger brother, Souta. I could just barely see his silhouette standing in the doorway for the room was dark - the light pierced my half-closed eyes. I winced again at the uncomfortable tightening in my stomach and asked shakily, even as I tried to firm my voice as to not worry Souta, "Will you drive me to the hospital? I...I don't think I can do it on my own."

Within moments, Souta had crossed over from the doorway to my side. His doe-brown eyes gaze worriedly over my pale, slightly damp face. I felt his slightly rough hands grasp the upper part of my arms before his arm wrapped around my shoulders. I dazedly felt myself pulled into a sitting position. I quickly shook my head to get rid of the dizziness and nausea that filled me instantly at the change of positions. I could barely register his concern voice reply to my request,

"Sure, come on. Let's go."

We arrived at the hospital in no time, which was quite a surprise, but a God-send. I wasn't sure if I could have handled being stuck in a traffic jam. I was examined within thirty minutes. I sat in my examination room and waited in anticipation and light fear for my doctor to come in with the diagnosis. My head snapped from its hanging position to look at the door when hearing the light creaking of the handle being turned. Soon enough, a man stepped through and closed the door softly behind him. He smiled at me comfortingly,

"Ms. Kagome Higurashi, I'm Dr. Johnson" said a middle-aged, black man with a tablet in his hands.

"Hello, Dr. Johnson." I greeted him with something I hope was close to casual. I tried to ignore the fact that whatever this man had to say could be potential bad news. "Do you know what's wrong with me?" Please, God, please don't have me be struck down with a life-altering disease. Tension filled my chest as I watched him take in a breath before answering my question. His head was slightly bowed, looking over the report, so I didn't see the affectionate smile that was splayed on his lips,

"I have some good news, Kagome."

"What's the good news?" I held in a sigh of relief. So far so good - no sickly disease.

"You're pregnant and you're having twins." A bright smile lit up the doctor's face.

If only the feeling was mutual.

I looked at him and watched my whole world fall apart. I was seventeen and pregnant with twins. My children will be ones that wouldn't have a father because he was, well, an asshole. I looked at Dr. Johnson once more before my world went black. I woke up a few hours later and looked around. My father and Souta were both watching the NBA playoffs.

"Daddy..." I said in a low whisper. My father shot out of his chair in an instant and was immediately by my side, brushing my bangs out of my eyes. Utter relief washed over his slightly strained face.

"Kagome, you're up! Thank god! I thought I had lost both my baby and my grand kids."

"No, we're still here." I whispered back, slightly confused. My father didn't hate me? He didn't want to disown me? I felt a strange, ball of warmth swell in my chest, knowing that my father was there for me. My father had always told me, practically ingrained in Kikyo, Souta, and I that education and a career came first before a family. He always preached that in order to have a family, you needed to be able to financially provide for your family. In order to protect them and care for them sufficiently...I would have thought he would have instantly ordered me to abort the twins. It was in that moment that I knew what I had to do.

"Good. So what are you going to do about the twins?"

"I'm going to take care of them and keep them safe. I'm going to finish school and me and my babies are going to be happy and successful...even without their father."

"You're not going to tell Sesshomaru?" Souta questioned, standing beside father. I quickly shook my head, resentment shadowing over my eyes. I placed a protective hand over my stomach and subconsciously gave it a light caress - it surprisingly helped me calm down enough to speak coherently.

"He doesn't deserve to know. I mean, in his eyes I am nothing more than a whore. He'll just deny them. I don't want my babies to go through that."

"I guess you're right." My father conceded to me, his eyes filled with anger - not at me, but at Sesshomaru. My father had only met him once about a year ago when he had taken a small vacation in Japan. I could tell that he hadn't liked Sesshomaru from the beginning, saying that he was too high-maintenance and demanding.

"Yes, yes I am."

I heard my father sigh and he leaned away, standing up. I immediately missed his comforting warmth. I smiled when feeling Souta grasp my other free hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. I squeezed it back, silently telling him "thank you."

"Well, I'm going to go get your doctor and have him check you out. Then we can head home and begin to make room for our new, little packages."

I watched my dad leave the room. I look down at my stomach and hugged it. I was having twins! I had a feeling that my new little packages, as my father called them, were going to be the rays of sunshine I needed during my thunderstorm.

"Kagome, you're going to be a good mom. I know that you're going to do what you have to do to make sure that your kids are happy and well taken care of," Souta encouraged me with a thoughtful smile.

I flashed Souta a fond smile before falling asleep, clutching my stomach. I refused to let anything or anybody separate me from my babies.

-15 Years Later-

"Ai? Aiyoku? Come down here real quick! I have something to tell you!"

I watched my two, beautiful daughters walking down the stairs with their cell phones in their hands, text messaging away. I rolled my eyes in irritation. Ever since they were twelve and I had given them their first cell phones for Christmas, their fingers had been practically glued to the damn things. I still get calls from their teachers at school, complaining at always catching them clicking away. You would think they would have learned after the first five times. Folding my arms over my chest, giving the impression of a mother in battle mode, I scolded them in an annoyed tone.

"Could you two get off the damn phone for a few minutes, please?"

"Sorry, Ma," they chorused at the same time, obediently sitting their phones on the nearby counter.

"So Ma, what do you need?" They asked once again at the same time. It was still creepy how they always knew what the other was going to do and say, but I guess it was a twin thing and probably something I will never be able to understand.

"Well, as you know, I opened up the new magazine in Tokyo. The business is booming rather well, but with no one to run it, I was thinking that we could move to Japan till I find a good enough Chairman."

I quickly steeled myself to the highly anticipated outrage and complaints that I was sure my babies were yearning to unleash. Just like me, they had inherited my rather rare, but quite ferocious outbreaks of anger. Even Ai, the younger twin and possibly Sesshomaru's clone when it came to personality, had her moments of unleashing her outrage. I was not disappointed.

"Ma, you can't be serious! All of our friends are here! I mean, yeah, Auntie Kikyo and Grandma are in Japan, but our friends from since forever are here! Ma, I don't wanna go! Can't we stay here with Grandpa or Souta?" My oldest daughter, Aiyoku, said with tears in her eyes.

"No because you are my children and I doubt that they want to deal with ya'll feisty asses." I replied, grinning, all ready knowing what kind of reaction I would get.

"Hey, we're not feisty, we're just argumentative." My youngest daughter, Ai, said.

"Hmm, really now? Well...okay, I'll make a deal with you two. If you all behave, I will talk to your friends' parents and see if they will let them fly down every couple of weeks so that ya'll may be able to spend some time together."

"Really, Ma?" They asked with hope glimmering in their eyes. My heart melted when seeing their bottom lips puckering out in their infamously cute, puppy-dog pout. It was a look they always gave in order to get what they wanted. I released a faked sigh of annoyance, a smile playing on my lips.

"Yes, really - now get to packing, we'll be leaving in about a week."

"Okay, Ma" They both ran over to me and kissed me on each cheek before running up stairs to continue their text messaging fest.

I smiled, watching them run up the stairs. My daughters were beautiful. They had bluish black hair with sparkling, golden-ember eyes. They were curvy and muscular at the same time. Aiyoku took after me and was very caring and helpful while Ai had that "I-don't-give-a-fuck" attitude like her father. They were picky as hell when it came to what they wanted. They always had to have the newest fashions, phones, electronics and anything else imaginable. I guess I was the one to blame for that. I had raised them to strive for the best and never let anything stop them.

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My sister and I ran upstairs and into the computer room, shutting the door behind us. I watched my older sister of five minutes lay down on the floor and blink back the tears that she was trying to hide. I gave her a rare, sympathetic smile before telling her helpfully, hoping that she would stop crying,

"Aiyoku, you know, if you ask mama to let Marcel come with us, she most likely will. I mean, she did give him a scholarship and everything when he's ready to go to college. Plus, I don't think mama wants to separate you from your boyfriend."

She looked at me and smiled, "I didn't think about that. I hope she says its okay, 'cause I don't wanna go to Tokyo without him. Do you think mama will really call Daimon and the others' families?"

"Yes. Mama knows how much they mean to us. I mean, they're the only real friends we have, so of course she will. I bet their parents will let them come and visit for a couple of weeks or something."

"Okay. I really hope so." Aiyoku said with uncertainty.

"Don't hope big sister, know." I told her firmly.

She laughed at me and flashed me one of her big, dazzling, and irresistible smiles. "You know, for me to be the "big sister," I sure don't act like it. You're stronger than me."

"No, you're more like mama and I guess I'm more like our father." I corrected her gently.

"Do you think mama will let us meet him?" Aiyoku asked me with a slightly hopeful glance.

"Most likely, and if not, well, then I guess we'll have to do some snooping." I stated as if it was a daily occurrence...which it was, most of the time.

"Yep," Aiyoku paused thoughtfully, a curious expression fluttering on her face. Her eyes softened, expressing a child-like wonder. It was just like Mama's whenever we see her looking out of the bay window in our large, living room with a reminiscing face. She asked softly, "What do you think he looks like?"

"Well..." I paused for a moment, collecting my thoughts. I picked up a few, small strands of my hair. After a few moments of silent contemplation, I answered back, "I think he might have silver hair and gold eyes because no one on Mom's side of the family has the same eye color as us or even have the silver tips in our hair that we have."

"That's true," Aiyoku nodded an affirmative. "Grandpapa says that our daddy is a well-known, ruthless businessman in Tokyo."

"Uncle Souta and Auntie Kikyo call him the Ice Prince," I added, putting my two cents in.

"Hmm, I hope he's not as mean and ruthless like they say, because if he is, I don't wanna meet him. I don't do well around hateful people, as you know."

I snorted and almost emotionlessly teased her - the only thing giving away is the light quirk of my lips and the mirth dancing in my eyes, "Yeah, I know, but if he is then I guess I'm going to have to protect my helpless big sister."

Aiyoku glared at me in irritation, her eyes flashing as she snapped at me, her shy demeanor gone, "Shut up! I'm not helpless, I just don't think violence is the answer."

"Same difference." I smirked at her triumphantly. She gave a cute pout before muttering,

"Whatever."

"So, do you want to pack now or later?"

Aiyoku stood up from her position and began to make way to our large, spacious closet that we shared together.

"Now. I want my stuff to be ready to go as soon as Mama is ready."

I agreed, following her to get our luggage out from underneath our beds, "Yeah, well let's go clean out our closets and pack up our things."

I still pondered about Aiyoku's questions about father. I idly wondered what he looked like. Did he look like us? If we ever met him, would he like us? Was he nice? Or was he an asshole? In the end, I guess the only way to find out is to wait and see what will happen...

-End-

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