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So they surrounded me, and the hanoyu put a blade against my neck. "Say that," he hissed and pressed harder. "So do you think you own us, human?" Sesshomaru's poisonous claws were on my throat too. "I will never let you!" Kagome pointed her arrow in my hart, "Shippou, bite her in the ankle! This will teach her!"
"No, you got it wrong! I don't own you, and would never..." "You got this one right!" Sango cut me off and glared, a dagger flashed in her hand. "And now go, and write." She pointed towards my laptop with disgust. "And better make it good, human" Sesshomaru added as Inuyasha slowly moved his sword away from my neck. "Feh," he added, and the group left my room…
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Title: Unknown
Chapter 1: What we dream about but what we afraid to admit.
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She looked at her village and shivered. 'So empty, so sad…" she sighed and closed her eyes. The dry wind of the night brushed against her face, and she smiled. The breeze coaxed the trees to whisper as it pulled at her kimono, making her feel stronger and more defined somehow. It was a pleasant and complementing feeling. How strange…Why would I be stronger now, why my body would like to feel more substantial and alive? A sudden thought enter her mind, and she froze. I dream of the death as often as the dead yearn to be alive again. She thought Only the dead dream of being alive, she lifted her hand and touched her face, her eyes still shot. 'But maybe I am like dead already? Maybe that's why my body dreams of life…? She opened her eyes and looked to the graveyard. So is this where I should be? Is this where my body should rest? Enveloped in warm air, her thoughts were drawn to the darkest memories of her life. What brought these thoughts to her tonight? The graves, or perhaps her silent prayers for life?
But not the graves and not the emptiness of the village bothered the young woman the most. It was the feeling of loneliness, of being on her own, without a family, without warmness of the other people, without love…Sure, she could always count on trustworthy Kagome and Inuyasha, lecherous monk and sweet kitsune…but…
What she longed for, was someone in her life, someone to break the sleepless nights. Is there someone out there? She asked herself every sleepless night. Someone only for me? Someone who could set me free? She stared at the bright stars of the late summer night and waited for the sky to answer.
The gods never fatigued to respond. Never in her life had they bother to help her anyway, why would now be any different? Yet, she kept asking.
Sango shook her head and closed her eyes. Hope was a tricky thing, lived in her like an instinct or her identity, sometimes fading and slipping away, although, never dying. "I will find you, whoever you are…I will have my family, I will…" Taking deep breaths of the night, she lied down on the soft ground. The ground, like the final reminiscent of the hot day, radiated warmth, and the grass seemed so soft and inviting… like arms of a lover. She tried to imagine, how it would be, to rest in arms of someone who loved her; wrapped in strong, protective hold of a man…To give up the mask of masculinity, to stop act as if nothing was able to crush her, to trust someone enough to admit how much she really needed a support of other person… I know that you are there somewhere, made only for me, waiting and longing, just for me…
She dreamed of her ideal lover. Lost in her thoughts, she stared at the brilliant spectacle of the starry night and smiled. The stars seemed to be overpowering, dominating the whole world, and she felt like a tiny, almost nonexistent particle under the greatness of heavens. How was she to find her dream lover in this infinite world? She thought, balancing between her thoughts and dreams, falling asleep in the embrace of the soft grass like in the arms of her dream lover.
A light wind whispered into her ear, and the stars arranged into strange figures. Constellations moved somehow closer, as if trying to tell her something…A great secret? A mystery of life? She tried to listen, to force her eyes to look at the stars and read the hidden messages, but her eyes denied to obey any longer, and the gentle embrace of her dreams pulled her closer to sleep.
Under a brilliant sky, drowned in the dream world, Sango dreamed of the perfect love. And the gods listened in silence.
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Kagome looked at herself in her small mirror. Bright blue eyes of a young woman looked at her and she smiled, I look so much older than five years ago…Sometimes she couldn't believe that her life was so twisted and complicated.
Sometimes she imagined her life as a great vine; a vine, which stretches somewhere from the ground, reaching far into the sky, towards the sun; A vine that startes its rots in dark depths of the unknown, drinks its waters from a river of life, and grows creating a complicated and convoluted pattern around her fate. But even if complicated and twisted, taking strange paths and directions, the general direction of a plant leads it always toward the sun. Like her soul that grows connected to the jewel and her life tangled in between complicated knots of time, it follows one general direction.
And Kagome knew it, she could feel it; her destiny fulfilling itself, drawing her stronger and stronger towards feelings, towards fight, towards final decisions that she had to face. Kagome thought about her life and her face tensed. A lovely smile left her and with one swift move of her hand she closed her little mirror and put it aside. She didn't want to look at herself at this moment.
That face that looked back at her from the mirror, this suddenly so mature face, her face…She did not want to think about how fast her face turned from the naïve fifteen year old plumpy-looking girly image into so adult and calm expression. A sadness and calmness, experience and longing –they were the major features of her new image. Maybe she looked like she used to, she had the same long hair, and the same blue eyes, but the naïve smile and the always-trusting expression was long gone.
She lied back on mat facing the fire. She thought again about her life and about her destiny. Bright faces of her friends and images of the past fights came to her. She knew that they changed her, as much as her involvement changed her friends and outcome of the fights. And she accepted it. She didn't have a choice; it was the past she was not able to return to.
But what about THE OTHER past, the one she was actually living in. should she even be here? Should she reject it and reject her destiny. Was she ready to act upon her feelings, upon the emotions that torn her soul every time he looked at her? Should she just wait the way she has been waiting for years? Was he her destiny? Was he the sun that drove her existence, was he the ultimate force that bound her life towards one direction? Am I ready to follow it? She curled into a fetal position and wrapped her arms around herself as if trying to calm uneasy feelings. A too familiar mixture of sadness and fear and perhaps hope overflow her ad Kagome closed her eyes again.
She thought about HIM and his eyes that like brilliant sunlight to her. And then she smiled, through the sadness and fear, she smiled and dreamed about flowers that grow colorful under the warm look of her sun.
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Shippou growled loudly and smiled in his sleep. Oh, Chocolate, he cuddled closer to the pillow, and his belly felt suddenly much warmer. A small pink tongue sneaked out of his mouth, as if trying to catch sweetness of his dreams and eat it. A tiny moan escaped his lips and a great image of a giant chocolate bar took over his dreams. And it grew larger and became even sweeter and softer, and maybe even warmer, as the child put his face against the dreamy image…And the smile stayed on his face, because as the night progressed his dreams kept supplying him with the most alluring and frivolous thoughts the tiny kitsune's mind could ever produce, Ice cram…hmmm
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Inuyasha looked at the girl who slept under his tree, tidily enveloped in soft fabric of her sleeping bag. Her breath was slow, but deep and calm; traces of her sweet scent reached him, and the silver-hair hanoyu smiled. His features relaxed and softened, warm thoughts clouded at the back of his head, and cushioned his mind to sleep and allowed him to drift away… into a secret dreamy world.
World, where he finally felt strong and his confidence was a product of his strong spirit, not a defensive reaction of the rejected by his predecessors hanoyu; where he was strong and so mature, where his brother trembled in fear of his anger, and where his girl was so close, and where her warm skin was always in his reach… He imagined the smoothness of her skin under his fingers, and her delicate blush, sparkling eyes hidden beneath fragile couture of her dark eyelashes…he smiled dreamily and his hand slightly reached in the air, as if he could really touch the dream image of the delicate goodness. He could almost see her, and the smell he sensed before became incorporated within his dream, became her.
He stared at the perfection and suddenly felt urge to look in her eyes. Why? A swift thought pinched his mind and awoken from the perfect slumber. Her eyes, what color are they? His brain supplied the question before he could inhibit the annoying thoughts. He frowned and the goddess disappeared form his dreams, and dreams left him, and Inuyasha opened his eyes to a dying fire and soft sounds of grasshoppers and their summer music…Brown or Blue? Lately, his perfect drams always ended this way-with a recurring annoyance. Why his dreams were chased away by the questions? As if he wanted to know the answers. He didn't, dammit! He didn't even want to ask the questions, then why? Completely sober and a little startled with the disobedience of his own mind, he looked around the camp to check if anyone noticed change in his behavior. No, everyone slept, even the forest stayed quiet and unmoved by the hanoyu's emotional battles with his unconscious self. Inuyasha stirred nervously on his tree and closed his eyes as if sleeping.
But his mind didn't let him. Blue or brown? Inuyasha stayed frozen, angry, and unable to rest.
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"Miroku," a soft whisper came from her lips. "Yes, my love?" his dark violet eyes made her tremble as he kept her in his strong arms. "Miroku, please," her whisper become somewhat sorer as his fingers played with her skin, edging closely to her lover's belly. "Please…"
" 'Please what,' my lady?" His dark laugh against her skin made her smile. His fingers fund their way towards her most sensitive spot, and she cried. "Please, make me yours…" he looked in her dark eyes and kissed her neck hard, almost painfully. "You already are mine, Sango…" he pushed her against the soft grass and lied on her. "Mine, Sango, say that." He could feel the curves of her brilliant body under him, could hear her little moans, smell her as he pushed his body against her…
Inuyasha looked at the sleeping monk and frowned. Not again…
Miroku moaned something, his body wrapped in cocoon of violet robes and brown blanket moved slightly against the ground. "Feh, dream on, monk." Commenting on probability of Miroku's dreams fulfillment, the hanoyu only smiled evilly and closed his eyes.
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Sesshomaru walked slowly through the dark forest towards the top of the mountain. He didn't rush, savoring the taste of the night air. His silver fur almost glowed in the starlight as he quietly stopped at the top of a large rock. He looked around; the darkness enveloped his kingdom and held it quiet; moving his head towards the stars, his red eyes glowed in darkness like fire.
He stood still facing an ocean of stars, as if challenging the skies. He against the night, against the stars and heavens. He was never afraid of gods. After all, they never interfered with his life, and he never disturbed their peace. Never begged, or prayed, never foolishly wished or pretended to bargain with fate. He was the sole creator of his own destiny and life, he didn't need to cry for things, he didn't need to serve anyone.
Because he would never beg, he would never follow.
And only in times like this, when his wildest side emerged challenging the darkness, he listened.
The moon called him and the wind carried a soft whisper. The demon listened, sensitive to every detail of the tale; A tale of freedom and loneliness; filled with magical scent of the ancient forest and sweet aroma of wild roses, the wind kept alluring the great demon with old tales of life and love that can be told only by the starry summer night.
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A/N: So how did you like it?
