They wanted more for their children, always more, and a better life. Away from all the burdens and dilemmas of the material world. They meant well, as adults often do, but that didn't stop the children from realizing the flaws of such an idealistic world.
He had been plagued with this dreams for the past few months, not that they were horrifying or anything like the night terrors he remembered his grandfather having when he was a little boy, the ones about the war, but they were just so…random. He would be sleeping so peacefully, and then the noises would start, bees or something. This constant humming. Then he'd be aware of his being within the dream, he could feel everything. Wind and all. Time would stop, and She would be there, staring at him with those dark eyes, which was odd because in reality they were the clearest blue he'd ever seen. She touched her palm to his cheek, warm and sticky with some liquid. This time he woke up. Mom was standing over his bed with incents chanting something. "You were having a bad dream, I think," she explained as if that made things okay. He ignored her and got dressed, prepared to leave. Prepared to do nothing all day. Just like any other day. Maybe he'd chill at Miroku's today. It was always so boring around this place. "Hey man." He said dully, giving his good friend a fist bump when he barged in through his eternally open kitchen door. He was rolling blunts while his dad was drinking his morning coffee. He was unapproachable until a few minutes after the second brew. Miroku looked at him with slight scrutiny. "I figured you'd be at the shrine all day… not that I'm complaining." He said coolly. Inuyasha furrowed his brows together. "Why would I be at the shrine?" he mumbled numbly. He had already eased himself into a cast iron chair, and light up. Miroku was now amused. He had the slightest twinge of a smirk on his face. "Kagomes back. Nobody told you?" he asked, appreciating the fact that for once he had the upper hand over his cynical friend. Inuyasha coughed. Nobody told him. "No way." That's all he could think to say. Miroku nodded. "Yeah. Sango said she flunked out of that fancy boarding school or something. Anyway she's back, taking care of her mom." He said matter-of-factly. Immediately Inuyasha shot out of his seat, and bounded for the exit.
He paced all over the land looking for signs of her presence. The air seemed fresher somehow. The children more playful. She wasn't at the shrine. That had been the first place he looked, but it was just her mom doing her aroma therapy. "You just missed her. She went off somewhere with Naraku." She informed him with a weak smile. He could tell that she was dying. He shook that from his mind. Naraku, that bothered him for some reason. Why was she hooking up with him now? He had to put on that false bravado walking in there. Not that he disliked Naraku at all; he was a pretty chill guy, who always had killer weed. It was just, her. Naraku looked up from his mini stash splayed out on the table. "Yash, What the fuck is up man?" he cheered ecstatically to see an old friend. He was gone. Inuyasha smirked lightly. "Nothing, trying to chill that's all." He lied looking around the sun bathed living room area. There she was, sitting on the bay window sill, with her knees pulled to her chest. She was thinking deeply about something. He could just tell. "Hey." Her voice had a smile in it when she looked over at him. Smoke seeped from her nostrils. "Hey." He said back taking a seat beside her. She had been crying. "I meant to stop by later. I missed you." Her raspy voice assured him apologetically. "It's cool. Me too." He promised, taking a hit of that potent shit Naraku was famous for. She smirked at his unwavering chillness. "I know you get worried about me, being on my own. I didn't reply to letters to quickly either." Her voice trailed off, she knew he had been a wreck about the degeneration of their correspondence since she had been too. He nodded. "You're back. That's all that matters." He whispered liking the way her hand felt on his toned forearm.