Sands Of Time: The Drabble Series

IMPORTANT MESSAGE: This is a Gaara/Kagome/Hiei/Youko(Kurama) There WILL be Hiei/Youko(YAOI), Hiei/Kag, Gaa/Kag, Gaa/Kag/Hiei, Kurama/Kag, Kurama/Kag/Hiei, Gaa/Kag/Kurama, Gaa/Kag/Kurama/Hiei : This means all sorts of sexual themes! There will be times Youko or Hiei go into their Youkai forms as well, meaning green skin and eyes, or furry fox fun.

A/N Originally this was going to be a really long chapter fic. I found I am bad at those. So now its a drabble series :D

1: The Right Wish

She had to make the right wish. Her grandpa said it wasn't just a wish, but the RIGHT wish. She thought about it, long and hard, looking to her group of friends. InuYasha had died from a wound he didn't tell them about, only a few days after the final battle when they were healing. Kagome didn't want to risk anything, knowing a youkai resided in the jewel with Midoriko, and so they had all healed up before Kagome had made the jewel whole again. With only minor wounds left over from what had been horrid gashes, they felt that they could take on anything.

Immediately she found out that it was either make the right wish or be trapped within the jewel. The jewel itself was tired of its own existence, so healing hadn't really seemed necessary at all.

The right wish. What was that? What could the right wish possibly be that no one in the history of the Shikon no Tama had guessed it?

She opened her eyes, and to her great surprise, she had found herself staring across a massive amount of golden sand. A desert. Why was she seeing the desert?

At first she saw only sand, all around. Beautiful golden sand. It seemed to move in waves, looking much like the ocean. Rolling hills had a very fluid look to them, and that's when Kagome decided, it was a vast golden sea she was looking at. Beautiful and deadly.

Then, standing there to her right, she saw him. Red hair and turquoise eyes, he wasn't prince charming, but he definitely had a handsome look about him. On his back was a calabash-shaped gourd with sand pouring out of it's opening slowly. It stopped as he looked her in the eye, but then resumed it's pace. His face suddenly twisted in anger, and he seemed to look right through her.

"Hn. Such illusions will not fool me." He said, lifting up a hand. Sand rushed past her and she turned to see it wrap around his enemy. She moved her hand up to prevent her hair from flying into her face as she watched this play out. "A female would not ever be able to save you." He raised a hand, lifting it right beside her as she had turned. "Desert Coffin." The enemy was completely trapped in his sand now, and Kagome blinked. How did he control sand? "Desert Funeral." His hand clenched into a fist, and the other being was crushed.

Kagome watched as blood spurted out from the sand, though some sand was quickly sent to receive said blood. Now, the man's lips curled into a small smile as his tongue ran over his lip. "Blood." He murmured as the sand stained red. "Disappear." With that the sand and blood reentered his gourd and the other man's body fell lifeless to the ground. His eyes widened in surprise and turned to her, blinking. "You are not a distraction, then. Why are you here?" She could see he was thinking about killing her as well...that wouldn't do at all!

She licked her lips slightly in fear and her hands lifted up. One curled into a delicate fist near her heart, while the other brought a single finger to her lips. She smiled ever so slightly. "I was going to make a wish on...on something that could be very dangerous. If I make the wrong wish disaster strikes, and if I make the right one...If I make the right one it goes away."

"Disappear." He said to her, his eyes narrowing. She blinked, then smiled.

"I think...I think you just helped me save the world. What is your name?" She asked and he crossed his arms, glaring at her in a distinctly Sesshoumaru type fashion. He seemed to be debating on telling her, staring at her for a long moment before his mouth opened to reply.

"Sabaku no Gaara." He said, lifting his chin up as if to dare her to challenge him in some way. She cocked her head. Sabaku no Gaara. Gaara of the sand waterfall. The desert.

"Gaara, I'm Kagome, the Shikon no Miko. Thank you for helping save our world." She was shorter than him and had to stand on her tip toes, but she was able to give him a kiss on the cheek. He seemed more surprised than anyone she had showed affection to before. Including Sesshoumaru and Hiei. She suddenly got that feeling she had gotten once around an avatar from her own time. Kurama. Her hands came up to his cheeks. She knew she felt the two souls, only, in this man, the souls were not settle. The souls fought, the human one desperately caging the youkai one within itself.

He stared at her, maybe in disbelief or in anger, she wasn't quite sure. She only smiled. The boy before her was enduring a harsh pain, one she didn't know much about. She knew it hurt to have her soul split, it must be agonizing to have one's soul constantly attacked by another within the same body. She could only smile at him, she couldn't take away his pain for him, after all.

"If you ever see me again, Gaara, you'll probably see a lot more of me." She paused and her eyes softened. His sand had come out, seeking out her blood, the very blood that still stained her clothing from wounds that reopened over the past few days. "I seem to be needed by many people like you." She winced as sand entered what was left of her wounds, opening them up only very slightly. "And remember, youkai host or not you are Gaara. The youkai is the youkai. Never are you one and the same."

With that, she disappeared from the world of sand.