It took me forever to figure out how to add a new chapter. I feel like a numskull. Alas, I succeed. :D

I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors. I'm a freshman in college. How embarrassing hahaha. I'm a Psychology major, not an English major. That justifies it, right? Right...? Haha.

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Kagome stood with eyes wide, mouth open as if trying to to say something as she maintained her grip on the fabric of his black t-shirt. Her mouth would not construct any words. Neither would her mind for a few moments. This could be another dream. She coaxed herself over and over that this was not reality.

The silver-haired figure stood motionless. The contours of his face were almost completely expressionless except for a slight hint of confusion. It disappeared in a fraction of a second as annoyance held prominent. "Do you need something?" His flat, monotonous voice floated down in her direction and hummed in her ears. His gaze shifted down at her hand that still held his shirt captive. She immediately released her hold but remained frozen everywhere else.

What do I do? What do I say? This isn't real...This isn't real! If it is, it surely must be a coincidence. Her lip quivered as she physically prepared herself to say something. She looked like a fool just standing there dumbfound "I-I was m-mistaken..." Her stuttering voice found itself barely audible. As soon as those words escaped her lips she turned and dashed for the door, completely forgetting Sango.

"Kagome!" She heard Sango call after her just as she flew out the door. She didn't stop or turn back. She ran as far as she could down the street, past all the strip malls filled with various antique shops, boutiques, and bistros. She ran to escape facing what she was afraid of. What exactly was that though? Meeting that man that slipped into her mind as she was unconscious in slumber? She didn't understand her actions at all.

Her lungs burned with every inhale of oxygen. The muscles in her legs begging for her to stop for at least a second. She slowed her pace to a halt as she neared an alley between a bookstore and antique shop. She wandered in between the two stores and leaned against the wall with her back until she slid down into a sitting position.

Her elbow rested on her knee as her hand held her face. She took a deep breath then exhaled, trying to get more oxygen to her desperately oxygen-deprived blood cells. Her heart thumped rapidly in reciprocate of her sudden outburst of running. Her mind was racing equally fast. She acted impulsively and did not think rationally, and she cursed herself for it. If he really was the silver man from her dreams, she completely missed her chance to speak with him.

How ridiculous that notion was! He could not be the same man. It was pure coincidence. "A coincidence." She breathed out in a soft sigh as if an audible confirmation was needed for her to believe it. Even if this was so, it was utter torture. That man induced such intense physical reactions as well as emotional ones.

A wave of regret rushed through her entire being. The what-ifs where killing her. She looked up at stared at the cerulean sky sprinkled with hazy clouds here and there. She needed a reprieve from her mental overload. There was no way that she would meet that man again. It was a fairly large city; the chances were little to none.

Her phone vibrated for the sixth time. The previous ones she pushed from her awareness since she did not feel like speaking to anyone. She presumed they were all from a worried Sango.

Sango... She mentally sighed. She now owed her an explanation of her actions. She hasn't told anyone about her reoccurring dreams. Before all this she definitely would not tell her about it. She would keep it locked up and dismiss it every night it invaded her mind. On the contrary, she confessed now that she possibly could tell of the dreams. Now she had a physical, bizarre connection to her silver-haired man. She still couldn't give full credence to what happened back at Cafe Luna.

She stood up and slipped her phone out of her right jean pocket. She was still secretly wishing this was a dream she would soon wake up from and find herself safe in her bed. Four missed calls and three texts messages that were all from Sango. She pressed the 'call back' button and exhaled slowly as she anticipated Sango's voice.

It took only a few seconds until she answered the phone. "Kagome! What the fuck! Where are you?" She almost yelled into the phone.

"Let me explain-" Kagome started until she was cut off by Sango.

"You can explain after I pick you up. Now where the fuck are you?" She demanded curtly.

Kagome had to think for a minute. She ran blindly so she wasn't sure where she ended up. She walked to the street and glanced at the surrounding stores while searching for a street sign. "I'm near the intersection of Maple and Oliver. By the used book store."

"Alright. See you in a few minutes." She ended her sentence with the click of the 'end call' button.

Kagome was not looking forward to this conversation. She had a few measly minutes to quickly decide how it will go. Sango pulled up to see a flustered Kagome. She slid into the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt without saying anything.

"What happened?" Was all that Sango had to say. She didn't understand and Kagome knew she wouldn't unless she told her.

"It was...nothing." Kagome mumbled. She knew it was convincing in the least bit. Sango knew her better than anyone else. Except for the part about her dreams.

"Kagome." Sango gave her a stern look that a mother would use trying to get a child to confess to breaking a rule.

"I can't explain." Kagome stated flatly. She felt defeated.

Sango felt hurt a little. Kagome always confided in her when she needed. Now it felt as if she was hiding something from her intentionally. "You can tell me anything. You know that."

"I..." Kagome stared blankly, still uncertain. She began feeling heart palpitations and she felt adrenaline pulse through her veins in result to her anxiety. Episodes such as this often occured. "I have been...having these dreams."

"Dreams? Is that why you have been having sleep troubles?" Sango wasn't sure what this had to to with the man at the Cafe, maybe the two were not related at all.

"Yes. The dreams are involved." She confessed. "That man at the Cafe...is always in them." She shifted in her seat uneasily. She imagined a weight would be lifted after she admitted to someone about the dreams, but she felt nothing. She felt no relief, but quite the opposite. No one could help her about this situation. The only option left seemed to be to confront that man.

Sango gave a puzzled expression. "You were...dreaming of someone you never met? How peculiar. Is it a nightmare or something?"

Kagome shook her head. "Nothing like that. He just stands there gazing at me with emotion filled eyes and says my name. Right as he tries to take me in an embrace, I wake up. If I try to speak to him my voice never comes, and shortly thereafter I wake." She shrugged and looked at her friend. "Doesn't make much sense, huh. It infuriates me that I can't understand."

Sango gave a small laugh. "Well that is just like you. Getting all irritated once there is something that you can't pull apart and dissect the inner workings and meanings." Kagome gave a smile in response. "Hmm. It seems that the only option is to confront this man and question him."

Kagome gaped at her. "I couldn't! I won't." She furiously shook her head as if to shake that thought right out her ears. "It would be so strange. I don't even know what I would say. He would think I was insane in the membrane." Internally sighing, she wished the contrary. She would love to get a chance to speak with him, but it is the initial confrontation is what will be hard. She never possessed good people skills.

"Always timid when it comes to social interactions." Sango said playfully. Sango gave her friend a nudge. "C'mon, it won't be that hard. Try to establish a friendship with him first. Don't go immediately and say, " Sango cleared her throat and gave her best impression of Kagome's voice. "'Sir, I've been having peculiar dreams about you despite the fact we've never met'."

They both laughed in unison. "Of course I wasn't going to do that! Besides, there is no way I will ever see that man again." Kagome defended with laughter in her voice. Sango really knew how to make a delicate situation like this into a positive one. She makes everything seem so easy. Kagome ends up doubting, second guessing, over thinking and analyzing everything. It was hard for her to just stop thinking and relax. If only it were that easy.

"What if I told you I know where to find him?" Sango asked with a mischievous hint in her voice.

Kagome looked askance in her direction. "What do you mean?"

"After you bolted from the Cafe and that man, I asked the cashier if he happened to know what his name was. He said he did not, but said that he comes in almost every day around the same time for coffee." Sango stated proudly.

"Really?" Kagome wasn't sure if she was happy or sad. Uncertain was a better description of her feelings. If he sends her away because of yesterdays incident, she don't know how she will handle it. This was her chance of closure. Talking with him may help rid her nights of the dreams of him. "I don't know...I'll think about it."

"I strongly encourage you to do it." Sango closed her eyes and did a single nod of her head. Once Sango had an opinion, it was hard to change it.

"I said I'll think about it." She repeated.

"I know, I know. I just like to get my opinion out there." Sango laughed and soon Kagome joined in.

"Don't I know it." Kagome gave her friend a hug, despite the awkwardness of being in a car. "And thanks."

"Don't mention it." Sango said with a wink. "Well, what now?"

Kagome checked the time. It was almost eleven a.m. She wanted to be home and alone with her thoughts more than ever. She also had some homework that was due in two days. If she waits until the last minute, her anxiety will get a hold of her. "I would like to be alone, so you can just drive me home. I'm sorry." She gave a meek smile.

"I understand. No apologies necessary, Kagome." Sango put the car in drive and pressed the accelerator.

Kagome was thankful her friend was so understanding of her introvert personality. She wanted to be alone. She was also afraid of it too. Leaving her alone to ponder wasn't always a good idea; she didn't want to talk herself out of attempting to meet the silver-haired man. She knew she had to face what she was afraid of. Who knows, it might lead to a positive outcome.

I've tried to make the chapter a little longer. I'll work to make future ones longer.