A/N: A special thanks goes to all my readers, you all inspire me to update sooner. And thanks to FanFiction, for letting me see it with reader traffic.

P.S. I'm going to start posting a teaser, so check the bottom for a preview of the next chapter! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, but I DO own these words.

The usually tall grass lay flattened to the earth by the powerful blowing winds. Overhead, the sky was turning a dark black and the villagers had long since run for cover from the unusual storm.

But across Japan, Buddhist monks and priestesses stood in wait, knowing that this was not an ordinary storm, but was the work of something with terrible power. This night would soon become famous for that storm, and the events that took place within it.

A crack of thunder and lightening revealed the shadows of two figures braving the storm. The first was a young woman, dressed in soaked red and white miko robes. Her midnight black hair whirled about her head violently in the raging winds, the tie long since pulled from its strands.

She stood proud, unmoved by the wind, rain, or lightening. Her object of concentration was the bow pulled taunt in her hands and the man before her, whose heart it was aimed for.

The second figure wore completely red and was soaked to the bone like the woman. His hair billowed about him too, the only difference being the silver tint. His eyes were trained on her with such intensity they could have pierced steel. He waited for her to move, to make her decision, whatever it may be.

They might have stood there for an eternity, like statues lost in time, two lost lovers in the wind, but they were not lovers today, and they could not stay forever.

"I should have known." Kikyo spoke through the rain.

"Me too." He said bitterly.

"You betrayed me."

"I would never betray you," his voice tightly controlled.

"You're a liar." She cocked her head up arrogantly and gave him a good look at her face, twisted with anger. Even through the foggy rain, he could still see the deadness of her eyes.

"You're being controlled Kikyo," it was a statement, not to be questioned.

"He gives me power..." She smirked, "I like it."

"Fight it Kikyo."

"How ironic to part at the place we met."

He tightened as her voice rang in his ears. "Wake up..."

"You will sleep in this place forever and remember the things you have done." Kikyo spoke assuredly.

"I would never betray you!" He shouted.

"Goodbye InuYasha."

"Wake up Kikyo!" Rang through the black forest… along with the whiz of an arrow.

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A wail filled the waiting room and two men rose to their feet. It had happened, they're baby was finally in the world.

The younger man paced until a doctor finally came from the room his wife was occupying. He pulled his gloves off as he approached the men.

"Congratulations, Mr. Higurashi," he shook the young man's hand, "You have a little girl."

Mr. Higurashi replied gratefully, "Thank you so mu—" but the power cut off before he could finish his sentence.

A loud wail from the baby had him rushing in to the room to find his wife cradling their baby with panic, "I don't know what happened! When the power went off, she went crazy!"

Mr. Higurashi took his daughter into his arms and hugged her close, hushing her quietly; "She's fine; she just had a fright when the light cut off."

Speaking of power, it suddenly clicked on as if it was never off, "Strange, we haven't had a power break like that in years." The doctor said, returning to the room.

"Must be the weather," Mrs. Higurashi commented, looking out the window into the howling rainy night.

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The wind blew the tall grass furiously back and forth in a frantic dance. It was midday, yet the sky was black and it could have been mistaken for night. A storm like this was unprecedented, one that hasn't been rivaled in all her years.

She looked around frantically, having no idea where she was or how she got there. The area seemed undeveloped, was she in a park of some sort? She looked around for any distinguishing features and found only one. A very tall tree, that she recognized to be the Goshinboku, loomed in the distance. Knowing this was her best bet to find out where she was, she headed in its direction.

When she arrived, she discovered she was not alone. In the clearing just ahead, where the God Tree grew, stood two figures, a man and a woman. She peered closer but couldn't make out much of their appearances, though it seemed they were enemies.

She backed away, not needing to be involved in a standoff when she didn't even know where she was. But suddenly, she was seeing things much closer.

Suddenly, she was holding the bow and arrow in her own hands, aiming them at the man. She could see him much clearer now and deduced that he was a demon from the long silver hair and sword he carried.

His piercing golden gaze made her hair stand up, like he was looking right through the woman, and seeing her. Unable to take his stare, she tried to leave, but found she was secured in place by an unknown force. All she could do was watch from inside.

She felt her mouth moving and heard the woman speak, but she couldn't quite make out what she was saying. It sounded like she was under one hundred feel of water. She could feel herself pulling her weapon tighter and panicked, not wanting to watch this, needing to not be here.

She closed her eyes tightly to escape the image, but her hearing didn't escape the final cry of the demon.

"Wake up Kikyo!"

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Kagome jumped to in her bed, soaked with sweat. It was all a dream, that very familiar dream. She wiped the sweat from her face and got out of bed, needing a glass of water. She was always terribly thirsty after that dream, and she had yet to figure out why.

Ever since she turned eighteen three weeks ago, she had been having the dream religiously. The scenario always seemed so familiar, yet she knew she had never seen that man before.

Kagome went to the bathroom across the hall from her room. Since the dream started, she kept a glass in here for this very purpose. She quietly filled it with water and sipped slowly, the water rushing down her parched throat.

These were the moments Kagome took to look herself over in the mirror. She noticed the bags under her eyes were growing each day and was examining them with her fingers when another pair of eyes jumped to mind.

She shook her head to clear the image. No matter what she did, Kagome just couldn't rid herself of the image of that demon… and his golden stare.

A/N: So what do you think? Please review and let me know! I can't go on without some kind of feedback. I won't be like some authors and demand reviews, but they would be a nice surprise.

The second chapter is already in the works, and I hope to have it posted soon. I'm just as anxious to see where this is going as you are. (When it comes to writing, I plan nothing.)

My teaser for the next chapter:

...but then I felt a sensation I wasn't used to having: anger.

I rose to my feet, the feeling growing stronger all the while, so strong my skin tingled with it.

So there you have it! Is it suspensful enough?