A/N: Konnichiwa Minna! Ni hao ma! It's been a LONG time since I posted or even visited a fanfiction site, so I blame my friend Jessi for getting me back into the writing mood. For all you who dont know, Im the old Chimei- Teki. I have never added to any of my stories..Because..I forgot my password hehe. Well, heres chapter one, The beginning of --Nocturnal Nightmare--

Disclaimer: No, I dont own Inu-yasha or any of their characters. I leave their claim to the great Takahashi Rumiko. ALl though, I do own the other characters Im introducing into the story, such as Karyu, Kuroinu, Masa and Mune, as well as a few other suprises. Enjoy!

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Chapter One-Break of My Sanity ::Done in Kagomes' POV:: ==========================================================================

Again...Damnit, again he went out after sunset. Said he wanted some time alone, but I knew...I knew what happened in the woods where he wandered, claiming it as too dangerous for the human race. I'm young, but I'm not an idiot. I knew he went to see her...That dead bitch...the corpse that no longer breathed, and reaked of clay and bones. He could not see that I was real, not like that peice of shit Kikyou who only wants to rake him into the grips of hell instead of giving him peace.

It hurt...Oh yes it hurt...but no matter what, no matter the pain, I picked myself up, and walked through the shadows the trees cast upon broken land, leaving the others peaceful in there slumber. Even little shippou, curling around a sleeping kirara, knew nothing of her Internal torment. Sango had picked up a few hints when I all of a sudden got a depressed aura whenever Inu chose to leave to "gaurd" and tried to make efforts to comfort me. Miroku would from time to time, grope sango just to get the slightest laugh from my mouth, earning him a bop from Hiraikotsu which earned him another laugh. But they all knew that nothing could fully cheer my so called pure heart ever again.

Stones and such moved under my feet, dodging the branches that would most certainly snap under my weight, signaling my presence. With a small but strong spell I had learned from Kaede, an invisble glow surrounded by form, incasing my scent so nothing could catch it, not even the nose...of a hanyou or obake miko.

I heard the slight rustle of branches and what not, as well as the long moans of passion, and my heart stopped in my chest, choking me as I could not breathe. Crouching behind vine filled bushes, she peaked through the cracks, pushing aside thorns as they pricked her fingers. Drawing blood only to be erased by the scent removal spell. My eyes widen as again, I witness the scene that plays like a broken record in my mind.

Normal P.O.V

Inuyasha and Kikyou, in the same heated positions. His lower region grinding against hers like a dance, Claws dancing around her torso as he grabbed her mounds, kneeding them as he he used his fingers to play and flick at her flower. Mouths pushed together as one, they moaned into eachother, pushing against eachother harder before again, they howled into their reoccuring climaxes.

She had seen this pleasured play so many times before, and as they moaned out eachothers names, something snapped in her, pulling her into another state. 'He never loved me...No....No one could love a copy like me...an imitation...all those kisses and caresses were for her...But like his doll...he played me...And I cant beleive I feel for a trick...No...never again...Not one more single time will I fall again...I can't be weak at the knees to his touch, fall victim to his words, than see this show of his true affection to another...NOT AGAIN!'

Standing up slowly, she made herself known as the fallen branches and debris snapped and moved under her footsteps. Inuyasha turned to her, eyes wide in shock. 'How the hell could I not smell her?! SHIMATTA! Im going to be sat into the next century for this!' Kikyou however, had the biggest smirk on her face. 'The wench has seen us...Good...she will give up her protection on him and give him to me easily...Inuyasha we will be reunited in hell soon my love...and you WILL be mine...but...why isn't she crying and groveling like the little spoiled brat she is?'

Inuyasha, noticing Kikyou was on him, put back on his arrogant facade as he turned to look at Kagome. To 'torture' her even more, he pulled out of her, jerking him self a few times, he moved up, over Kikyous face, and rubbed the cum ridden tip on her lip, moaning as she lapped at it. "See Kagome, shes much better than you...she can satisfy me in a way you never can...because your nothing but a copy...a twin of my former love that will never add up to my beautiful Kikyou, you will be nothing like her..."

All she did was turn, not a frown distorted her full pink lips, nor did a smile crack. Her voice as cold as ice, eyes like a vipers she spoke. "Of course not...why would I want to become a living dead corpse like Kikyou that reaks of the souls she stolen...I would never want to become such a lowly being such as her...Be back at the camp before the others notice your not actually watching their safety...Your not there by the time we leave, dont come back, we wont wait for such a lowly hanyou as yourself"

She walked away, leaving them shocked to say the least, but very insulted at what she just stated. This was not the Kagome Inu knew and what Kikyou had become to know. Kagomes' eyes flickered in her internal rage, under the islolation of the cold facade she let mask her fury. Her mind flickered with torturous thoughts, some not even a cold blooded murderer would think of. She wasnt a killer, no, but her imagination got the better of her and she pictured both the miko and hanyou, drowning in a puddle of their own blood, with her holding the blade that struck them down. This...is when her sanity broke inside her, Slipping her mind into insanity, a force near her felt this change.

A grin like a chesire cat, a form jumped from the tree just above her. A tall shadowowed figure appeared behind her, cold blood red eyes peircing the night, the voice, low and smooth as silk, spoke to her in a melodic yet alluring way.

"What a perfect performance that was...My dear sweet Kagome...."

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Owari

A/N: Ja matta, more to come soon. Ting yut geen