Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, the characters, or the original plot line. Any original character who may appear are mine. I doubt I'll have any, but you never know.
A six-year-old girl stood by the swing sets with her best friend, tears streaming from her blue-gray eyes. "Why do you have to go?" she inquired heatedly. "You could stay with us! I'm sure Mommy wouldn't mind!"
"Kagome, Dad has a new job in the States. He'll need me to help with Inuyasha." He reached out and brushed her tears away, mindful of his claws. "It won't last forever."
Kagome rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands with a frown. "I don't care! You're my friend and it isn't fair! What if you don't come back?"
The older boy smiled sadly, his golden eyes lacking their usual shine. "I will still be your friend no matter where I am. Right now, I'm with you. Tomorrow I'll be in the United States. While things won't be exactly the same, we will still be friends."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She smiled so angelically, the boy could not help but give a small smile in return. "Best friends to the end!"
"Sesshoumaru. It is time to go," a baritone voice called.
Sesshoumaru gave a small sigh. "I guess this is 'good-bye' then."
Kagome gave him a severe scowl. "No. This is 'see you later.'" She gave him a big hug. "See you later."
"See you later, then." He stood there a moment longer before turning and walking towards his father. He could smell the salt of his friend's fresh tears.
Sesshoumaru woke with a slight frown. That was the third time this month he'd had that dream. The most disturbing part was how the scent of her tears lingered upon waking. He ran his claws through his silver hair in frustration, a habit he picked up from her. He had no idea why this particular dream kept happening. It happened many years ago.
Sighing, the demon rolled over and looked at his alarm clock. The face proclaimed 5:45. 'Might as well start the day.'
Meanwhile, a black-haired girl sat up in her bed, sending a rather large cat tumbling. "Sorry, Buyo. I just had the strangest dream." She sighed, the memory of silver hair walking away from her still fresh in her mind.
The cat gave her an affronted glare as if to say, "And that means you can move me…?" Kagome rolled her eyes as the cat started licking his fur. "You are such a baby. It's not like you were the only being disturbed by that." He continued cleaning, ignoring her. She looked at her clock and groaned. "5:45! As if that would work!" With that, she laid back down and promptly fell asleep.
A/N: This will be a series of interconnected one-shots inspired by my music collection. Whenever I feel like writing, I will put my entire player on shuffle and just write to that song. Hopefully, this will help resurrect my muse. As the entire portion will be written with the song on repeat, this may also force me to type faster (or just finish the story sooner.) The inspiration for this one came from "Tomorrow" by Strawberry Alarm Clock.