Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Inu Yasha or any of the characters I used in this fic.
This fic is dedicated to my new friend, Heather who I hope I will get to know better in the weeks to come.
This is my first fan fiction. I am going to do my best to make my story interesting and stay true to the characters. I hope I do all right. Please read and review, so that I can know what you liked andhow I can make this story better. As this is my first fic, it may not be too long, but I will do my best!
Sweet Dreams, Sango --Chapter 1: Nightmare
Sango leapt to her feet. "No, Naraku, I will not let you take my brother again!" She chased after them. "Kirara! Kirara where are you?" She reached for her hiraikotsu, but it was not on her back. Naraku was getting away. Sango turned around, looking for help, but no one was there. She was all alone and the light was fading. Alone… alone…
Sango awoke in a cold sweat and sat bolt upright in bed. The room was dark. She looked around, peering through the darkness at the small room she and her friends were sharing. Inuyasha was snoring, sprawled out over the floor. On the other side of the room, Shippo was curled up under Kagome's arm. Miroku was-
"Sango-chan, are you all right?" Sango lept out of her skin and spun around, finding herself face to face with Miroku. He was staring at her, concern written across his face. "You scared me!" she exclaimed. "Shhhh," he said. "You scared me, Houshi-sama," she repeated, this time more quietly.
He cocked his head to the side. "I'm sorry, Sango-chan, but I was awoken by the sounds of you tossing and turning. Your restless sleep worried me. Are you all right?" She rubbed her eyes. "Yes, I'll be fine." Then she glared at him. Miroku's hands were way too close.
"And do not grope me, Houshi-sama!" she snapped, "I'm not in the mood." Then she felt badly when Miroku's face fell, he looked so hurt. "Very well, Sango-chan," he said, "Then I will leave you to your sleep." Miroku rose and walked over to the wall where his staff was leaning, picked it up, and with a soft metallic jingle, left the room.
Sango sat and stared at the door, but Miroku did not come back, so she lay back down. She wondered if she should have followed him, but… She did not know what she would say, so she pulled up her blanket, closed her eyes, and sank into an uneasy sleep.