Vote for your pairing! Everything is accepted unless it's Jaken x anything.

She wakes up every morning with a different name on her lips.

"Sess-"

Her breathing was labored, and her conflicted cerulean blue eyes stared at the white ceiling. It was always the same dream over and over again- if she didn't wake up feeling like she was being choked by a smooth, slimy grip, then something was wrong.

Her mother had taken her to multiple muggle therapists, and her father had made her take multiple dreamless sleep potions. The muggle doctors claimed she had something like PTSD and gave her pills to take daily. However, none of it worked. She would get nightmares every day, all with the same people.

There was one that stood out from the rest. It was the worst and every time she relived it, she would wake up sobbing and furious.

Her fingers ran through her hair and she got up slowly, her lithe body shaking like a leaf. There was something desperate clawing at her heart and she stumbled into the bathroom. Her nimble hands turned on the sink and splashed water all over her face.

"Ugh..."

There was no way she could get rid of the feeling threatening to boil over in her body, but she could hope that somehow, someone would hear her cries for help and cure her ailments. However, there was a nagging curiosity to find out who the people in her dream was.

She could never remember their faces though. But the feelings were there whenever she heard something familiar.

Last week, when she went to Flourish and Blotts to pick up her first-year textbooks, she saw a flash of silver hair. Her feet carried her towards the flash, but moments later, she found herself facing a brick wall. Her parents had found her crying.

There were times when she went outside and felt piercing eyes staring at the back of her head, but she was too scared to turn around. Every time she felt them though, she heard the laughter of a man and the teasing voice of "Banryruu."

She didn't know how long she pressed her forehead against the cool bathroom tiles, lost in thought, but it had been long enough that her mother was knocking on the door.

"Kagome, dear, you wouldn't want to be late to the train station do you?"

Kagome suddenly sat up and said, "Oh dear."

A boy with sapphire eyes and cropped hair ran his eyes suspiciously over the brick wall in between Platforms nine and ten. He glanced back at his ticket. He looked at the wall again.

There was something about the wall that set his nerves on fire. He knew it was magic, but something about it was familiar.

"Excuse me..." A boy with a messy mop of hair and shocking green eyes whispered out, "I saw your ticket a-and I don't mean to intrude, but how would we get to Platform nine and three quarters?"

Bankotsu turned his piercing gaze towards the other boys' green eyes. He looked at his ragged muggle clothing and took in the state of his own. They must've made an odd pair, as boys with black hair and oversized muggle clothing.

Perhaps this boy was also homeless. He looked around them and saw a family of red-headed people. Perhaps they could help them, judging by their suspicious footing and shifty looks.

"I don't know, but maybe they can help us."

"Hello, you must be Sesshomaru Tashio. My name is Draco Malfoy. "

Sesshomaru didn't bother to turn around, but he already knew who it was the moment the boy intruded on his personal compartment. It was Draco Malfoy, a friend of his family's. Sesshomaru was the kind of boy that didn't bother to greet others that he had no interest meeting.

"Get out."

His cold voice must've scared the hell out of Malfoy because he heard a squeak and the sound of a door shutting. However, the sound of the door sliding open caught his attention again.

"Didn't I tell you-" Sesshomaru's voice was caught in his throat.

There was a pulse in the air and he suddenly became afraid to talk. Judging by the smell of the person, it was someone too real to be a dream. He heard a choked sob and slowly swiveled his head to face her.

Their gaze connected and their jaws dropped, "You."

Bankostu followed the redheads and the black haired boy with a slight air of annoyance. At first, they had been tolerable, then, he realized, they were just like any other person. A little bland and boring.

However, when he got onto the train, there was something calling out to him.

A desperate tug at his heart told him to follow it. He couldn't recall the last time he felt this way and his heart was pounding a million miles per minute. Whatever it was, he needed to find it, and fast, or else his heart would burst out of his own chest.

"I'll be back!" They had questionable gazes etched onto their faces.

"Where are you going?"

"Bankostu!"

He ignored their cries for him to stay with them and followed the glowing red string of Fate. How he knew that it was the red string of Fate was beyond him, but at that moment, the only thoughts that occupied his head were the cerulean blue eyes of a girl and the cold icy glare of gold.

His palms became sweaty and his heart almost stopped when he saw the knot at the end of the string. Without hesitation, he flung open the compartment door and his heart beat so fast he thought he was about to die.

Bankotsu's gaze connected with the two people in the compartment. For the first time in his life, he felt something other than annoyance and bitterness.

And then, a gate of memories opened.

To say it was agony for the three of them was an understatement. When Sesshomaru and Kagome met, it wasn't too bad. They had received parts of memories, which had been a gentle push to their brain.

However, when Bankostu arrived, there was a pain that shot through their head that was so unbearable that even Sesshomaru dropped to his knees. Bankotsu fell into the compartment with a strangled gasp, his luggage spilling open with a pathetic click. Kagome gritted her teeth and tears leaked from her glowing pink eyes.

For moments, the three of them laid there, clutching their heads. The compartment door had mysteriously swung shut and silence was bestowed on them.

"Y-You both really exist," The black haired girl breathed laboriously, her tears falling off of her face like a waterfall, "For years I would wake up, crying and thinking that I was crazy. I can't believe you both really exist."

"I-" Sesshomaru was afraid his voice would crack.

Bankostu was reduced into a curled ball, overwhelmed with thoughts and feelings. There were no words to describe the turmoil of emotions raging through him.