A Figment of a Dream

Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha.

To the readers of this fan fiction, I hope you shall enjoy reading :3

Pairing: SesshomaruxOC

Prologue

"Kirai!"

The strong cry of a short adolescent cried as her shinai had strike her opponent's armor by the waist. "Yame!" The person in charge spoke and she settled unto a stance before sheathing her shinai and bowing to her partner.

Cheers echoed through the dojo as her fellow practitioners praised her. She was after all the pride of the Kendo club, despite being a girl. Gloved hands settled upon the heavy helmet she wore and tugged it off her head. Her wavy golden brown hair was kept by a high ponytail and sweat trickled down her brow. She grinned at her spar mate and the other grinned back.

She kept the helmet under her arm and shook hands with her opponent. Practice was over and they could head home now.

She, being amongst the lesser female members of the club headed to the girl's changing room, passing her colleagues and hearing their praises and salutations of her latest win. It wasn't much effort really; her opponent seemed to be intimidated by her. Or was it because of the club's talk that their sensei had chosen her as the epitome of every practitioner in the club.

Nevertheless, she was not proud of the accomplishment but it only fueled her determination to prove that she was worthy of the title that was given unto her.

A soft cotton towel swiped across her skin, bringing with it the sweat which formed due to the practice session. "You're going home now, Tachibana-san?" A female colleague of hers asked and she nodded in return before tucking her folded clothes into her gym bag. She was now in her casual attire and was now heading to the shoe lockers. She slipped off her indoor shoes and sat down upon the polished floor, a pair of old faded blue sneakers in hand and proceeded to fill the apparel with her feet.

After tying the laces into a knot, she stood up and looked back at the empty hallway of the gym. Everyone probably was changing and without further ado, she slipped outside.

The late afternoon breeze toyed with her damp locks and a grin painted her lips as she whistled a soft tune. She made her way along the sidewalk, the streets were buzzing with horns as it was rush hour. The sun was slowly slinking off the sky when she had set foot upon the base of a long flight of stairs.

There was commotion and being the curious girl that she is, she made her way to the top. It was a shrine after all, so it wasn't much of a shock to find an individual wandering into such a place.

What she wasn't prepared was to find a boy, probably in his late teens with long silver hair and wielding a huge katana with fur along the guard. What piqued her interest were the lumps upon his head, they looked like the dog ears that fans would sprout upon their heads during anime conventions. Accompanying the guy was a girl who had long jet black hair but shorter compared to the male's, she wore the local junior high uniform in the district. It seemed that the guy in red had sensed her presence as he was the one who had acknowledge her.

"You!" He cried out. And clueless as our heroine is, she pointed herself and spoke,

"Me?"

And this is where Tachibana Kurenai's influence in the past begins. Her story goes like this…