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AS DREAMS MAY COME

CHAPTER ONE: THE DREAMER OF THE PAST

The smell of the forest has always made me feel calm. Crisp and new, it hasn't been polluted with cement and burning rubber. I sat on a fallen log that had been long since covered with moss, but the moss didn't bother me. I actually found it stunning instead of grotesque. The sunlight cascaded down upon me, highlighting my dark curls turning it into a honey color.

I shouldn't be out here. I don't even have sun screen. My skin was already caramel and I could get sunburned but something brought me out her. I had the urge to draw the river as it flowed bringing the leaves along with it but I wasn't alone, someone was with me, sitting beside me and cautiously look over my shoulder as if he was intrigued by what I was sketching. Albeit I had only drew two lines. Ha ha.

However, this man that was with me made me feels so comfortable. It was as if he knew everything about me and I him. I wanted to look at this man, to look into his eyes and see him for who he really was. Although when I looked up his face was blurred by the sun. The only thing that was too bright to see was the long overlapping red cloth that had covered his hands with matching pants but no shoes. I wondered if his feet were blistered all over the bottom but somehow I dared not to speak of it. His hair was long and surprisingly silver, it must be dyed or he must be very old although my heart says that's not the case.

We sat there watching the waters splash up and down as the fish traveled their way downstream. The scene before me was beautiful but my mind didn't focus on that. It had strayed to thoughts of the man and what he was feeling.

However it did not last for long…..

The scene before me had disappeared into oblivion as another whipped into its place. Black and purple clouds filled the sky, the trees and plants rotting into the ground. The river dried leaving in its place, skeletons of life that had once been. The moss turned sickly purple, melting the log with it as I jumped off and onto the ground. It smelled ghastly, this miasma in the air. I looked around for the man, but he was nowhere to be found as tears fell onto my lap. I had been left alone…

Maniacal laughter burst through the once lively trees as something evil approached.

An orchestra of screams played out begging for help, the laughter crescendo, and I was helpless to stop it.

"Her life for your friends" the figure growled. Whose life? Was it mine? Who was he speaking to anyway? The sudden snapping of a twig brought me from trance. He was back but we were not the same. A bright light exploded but I never dared to move. The final words whispered into the night.

"I'm sorry…."

My eyes snapped open as my body propelled itself off the bed and into a sitting position. I help my hand to my forehead. I had a fever ….and not only that I was perspiring at a rapid rate. I looked around only to see that I was in my room.

'It's that same dream again. Dammit what the hell is happening to me?' I thought as reached down to grab my comforter that had fallen during my sleep. I was probably moving a lot when I was dreaming.

I sat in silence for a while staring into the nothingness that was my room. This is really tiresome…I really don't know how much more I can take. This is the fifth night this month. What does this all mean?

When I was born, God had graced me with three gifts although I'm not sure if the third one is really a gift or a hindrance. I was given the ability to draw what I see and feel as well as to write how I feel things should be and lastly the ability to see into the hearts of others as well as myself. However for the past few months, this dream takes a hold of me.

At first it appeared every blue moon but now…oh well I don't know. Maybe it means something….or maybe it means nothing at all and my imagination is getting the best of me. I don't see that being the case though. I looked at the clock….4:35. I need to sleep in few hours I would have to leave and head for Japan to attend Tokyo U. I studied real hard and now I made it.

Letting sleep taking its hold on me again, I laid back onto the bed, but not before my mind drifted to the man who had appeared in my dreams. I don't know why I thought of him and why I would care so much about him.

He'll leave me…

Deceive me…

Betray me…

And kill me…..

Yet all I still wanted was to see this man even if it meant going to my own death. Even if he would break me, I wanted to look into his eyes and figure out what's in his heart. I turned over, pulling the covers over me. My eyes started to drift taking me back to sleep but not before a name escaped my lips.

"Inuyasha…."

In another time and place, a mind-wandering half-demon sat atop a wooden hut. He had ventured outside to get some air, practice his WindScar with Kirara, and then eventually rest on top of the old priestess's hut. His friends were asleep soundly inside while he tried to make sense of all that was floating in his head.

For many nights, strange dream would replay itself beginning like a fantasy and ending in a tragic reality.

"Haaah…" he sighed as he turned hoping the dream would shake itself but then became frustrated when it failed to work so he settled for staring into bright moon above him.

'Am I really that cold-blooded?', he thought in disgust, glaring at the sheathed sword at his waist, 'I thought I became better when Kagome and the others came around. How could I kill someone out of selfishness? I don't understand..'. Growing in frustration, he sat up and crossed his arms into his kimono, his hands disappearing completely.

"Keh! It's not like it really happened. " ,he spat glaring into the sky, "It's just a stupid dream!" He fell onto his back once more continuing to stare into the moon. Even he wasn't confident in what he just said.

His friends didn't know about what was happening with him. Not that he told them anyway. At first he was able to avoid the dreams until the start of this month. He found himself wanting to see the girl of copper skin whose eyes he couldn't skin. He shook it off again falling into a sleep while a name fell from his lips.

"Kisara…."

TBC

A/N: So please tell me what you think. No flames please and if you have any ideas I would like to hear them. Thanks.

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