Hey guys Mayu-chan here. Um ok here is my first ficcy. Hope you like. I just came up with this when listing to a song and poof. I have a story. The rest of the chapters will be longer than this, much longer I promise. So anyway on with the story. Yay!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha ok, I'm sorry.

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It was one of his greatest fears.

He would wake up one morning and find it all had been a dream. Everything. And he did not want that. He did not want it to end. Ever.

But now, while he was still living in his dream that seemed to last forever, he would treasure every moment. Every last moment he had with her.

Even the arguments. All the fights he had ever had with her he secretly cherished. He loved to see her mad, angry with him. The look on her face and the way she would clench her fist is what drove him to set her off. Even if in the end he would wind up on the ground in pain and she would stomp away to her home.

In the beginning he even tried to anger her on purpose but not for the same reason, he did it because he hated her. He hated the way she looked like his former lover. He hated the way she acted like she was his friend. He hated the way she would be nice to him, even treat him as an equal. But most of all, he hated the way she smelled.

Her smell. The first time he had smelled it he had mistaken it for the scent of his former lover. The smell of flowers and spice. But she had something his former lover did not; she had something more in her sent, something that was indescribable but addictive.

And in the beginning that's what made him stay around her even though he hated her. That indescribable scent. He wanted, maybe even needed, to figure it out. To discover what aspect about her made her smell that way. He became addicted.

And in trying to figure out her scent he discovered something about her that was almost more addictive to him. Her attitude.

When he first met her he thought she was his former lover but he was mistaken. She was anything but. Even thought she looked like her in everyway she was not. And he found that out quickly.

It was her personality that set her apart. She was nice and sweet, open to everyone. To her, everyone was equal and she treated them that way. She was annoying and obnoxious. But most of all she was stubborn.

And it was her personality that set her apart. She was everything his former lover was not. And he came to love her for that.

The day she ended his endless nightmare and begun his endless dream was the best and worst day of his life. On that day he discover his former lover dead and met his future one. On that day he found the jewel in which he thought he would find happiness only to have it taken away.

And on that day he started his forever-long journey.

And even though in reality everything did not happen on the same day it did to him.

Because it was then he started his unending dream.

And a dream, in reality only lasts a night.