Disclaimer: All characters are the creation of Rumiko Takahashi. I, in no way, claim them to be mine. All actions and interpretations are purely fictitious and may not be true in relation to canon law. Thanks, and please don't sue me!
Dreams
He wanted to tangle his hands in her hair. Her beautiful straight black hair. She was leaning over him, staring down at him, her shining raven hair creating a curtain of artificial night around the two of them. A night that the predawn glow could not breach, try as it would.
"Inuyasha."
He closed his eyes and absorbed the sound of his name on her lips.
"Inuyasha… It's time to get up." The ends of her hair tickled his cheek and he didn't need to open his eyes to know she had tried futilely to tuck part of her hair back behind her ear.
"Never." He muttered.
"Stubborn." She said, laughing softly. "Perhaps some temptation can persuade you to rise?"
"You can certainly try." He said, lips twitching.
He opened his eyes and watched her lower his face to his. When her lips were a hairs breath away from his, she stopped and spoke, "Inuyasha, it's time to get up."
"What about that temptation you promised me?" He said, frowning.
"Inuyasha, wake up."
He blinked and Kikyo disappeared, replaced by a different, but similar face and scent. The hair was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be short and wavy. It was supposed to be a curtain of night… a shield from the outside world. But her eyes… those were the same.
"C'mon, sleepy head." Kagome said. "You never sleep this late. Are you sick?"
He sat up quickly, "Feh. Demons don't get sick."
She frowned, "Liar. You've been sick before."
"I'm not sick, okay?" He said, aggravated
"Well, fine!" She rose from her knees and put her hands on her hips, "Excuse me for worrying about you!" She stomped toward the exit of the hut where they had taken shelter in the night before. She paused there, the anger visibly draining from her. "Do you remember what you were dreaming about?" She asked.
He didn't ask how she knew he had dreamed. She was more like Kikyo in that way. He did. He remembered the delicate curve of her cheek, the sound of his name on her lips, and especially her long black hair.
"No."
She looked at him, with an unreadable expression on her face, "Oh. Well, we're all waiting outside for you. Whenever you're ready." And she left.
He rubbed a hand over his eyes, still haunted by his dream, wondering why he lied to someone who could tell. "Dammit…"
He stood, sword in hand, and left the hut. Leaving the night behind, again, to follow the light.
A/N: This is a one shot, but I'll be putting about… 99 other short one shots here. It's a drabble series. Up next is Cold. And Sesshoumaru is in it. So yes, they will all range in different pairings and characters, so don't be put off by the fact that Kikyo is in this first one. If you read, review. Telling me what you think is the best encouragement you can give. I have the next two already written, so depending on how many of you respond will determine how soon, if ever, that I update. Thanks in advance to those that do!