I own nothing from Inuyasha. Ivanna Dai Yukimura is my own.
She was laying on a pile of large pillows in front of a large marbled fireplace with a worn leather-bound book was propped up against her raised knees and she felt herself leaning against a warm body. Wrapped around her waist and legs was a large white boa-like fur and she could feel it's warmth and almost wanted to say that she could feel it moving against her body. Feeling the silk of his top against her arms, she closed the book and was unable to make out the book's title. Lifting her head, she was surprised that she had control of her body unlike the last dream she had and looked over her shoulder to see his molten orbs watching her, one arm around her waist while the other held a piece of paper.
Beside him was a small table with several closed pieces of paper on a silver tray. As she studied him, she realized that he work silk clothing that reminded her of back in the Feudal Era of Japan. His hair was silver and pooled around his waist, making her think that it might go past his knees.
"You're always working, my lord," she spoke, though it was not what she had wanted to say. It seemed that she had some control over her body, but none over her voice. "Do you ever rest?"
"This one has much to catch up on after my last patrol," his deep voice spoke as he placed the paper back on the silver tray.
"If you didn't leave for such long periods of time, you wouldn't get so behind in your work," she mused as she relaxed against him turned to watch the flames as they cracked against the burning wood. "You do not like being in the castle for long periods of time, do you?"
"The duties of the Western Lands was passed down from this one's sire. If this one's brash younger brother was not a half-breed, the council would have giving the responsibilities to us both, but he barely has enough youkai blood to be considered of the Taisho line."
"I don't understand. Youkai, as in demons? What do you mean by that?" she asked, surprised that she had actually asked something she had been thinking as she moved so she was sitting beside him and looked up at him.
"This one is inuyoukai, passing my 400th year. Youkai take on many forms. Stronger youkai take can on a humanoid form, but can transform into their true form when desired. Those who are weaker, only have one form that is not humanoid."
"To be able to live so long… I'm envious, but youkai are not real, they are merely stories of folklore… To be dreaming of something that does not exist, may be a problem. I wonder if my medicine is causing these weird dreams," Ivanna frowned as she stood up and walked over to the balcony and looked out at the ocean. "This place feels familiar to me but there are no castles in the waking world like this…"
"Dreams?" the silver-haired man appeared beside her, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion.
"I was a sleep in my bed and opened my eyes here, but if it's like last time, I'll wake up and not remember half of this."
"This one thought that you were invading our dreams."
"Wait, we're sharing dreams? I've gone crazy…" Ivanna whined. "I cannot be sharing dreams with someone who thinks they're a being of folklore from a place akin to the past. Why have these dreams always been in your world? Why have none of them been within mine? God, I need to wake up… Not one dream, but two…? Did you have control of yourself last time? Of your movements and voice?"
"No, it was as if someone had taken control of this one's person. This one would not dream of willingly falling for a weak ninngen nor let one be so comfortable against this one's person."
"Got it, so you're just a prick who think that everyone is beneath them. I'll keep that in mind if these dreams happen again," Ivanna huffed. "Even in my dreams, I dream of assholes. Don't worry, if these dreams are shared, then you'll won't have to deal with me for much longer. I'm dying anyway and there's no amount of medicine or treatment that can fix me. If I find myself here again, then I'll just make myself scarce until I wake up and leave you be."
"Whether in dream or reality, treat those who have title and rank above yours with respect," he hissed and she found herself pressed against the railing, unable to breathe as she felt a hand close around her airway. "If you are dying, then let this one speed up the process."
Ivanna gasped for air as she opened her eyes and found herself in her room. It hurt to breath and the pain in her chest brought tears to her eyes as her heart protested at the abrupt and painful awakening. Kahi was beside her with a worried expression on his face and his hands held one of her own. Bringing her free hand to press against her sternum and feeling the strained beating of her weak heart, she closed her eyes and tried to slow her rapid breathing.
"Ivanna, what was your dream about?" Kahi asked sadly.
"Some pretty asshole who decided to strangle me after getting upset that I wasn't giving him the proper respect or something," she whispered weakly. "It was just a dream…"
"Maybe it is time to go back to Dr. Yoon to get a sleeping medicine to prevent these dreams? They are obviously affecting you too much to be waking up, gasping for air, and screaming in your sleep."
"I'm not taking any more medicine, Uncle Kahi. I'll take what I need so that my heart does not become strained just by moving around and going out to be with my friends, but nothing else."
"These dreams will be the death of you, Ivanna."
"Then let them. If some silver haired bastard who claims he is some inuyoukai who in one dream acts like he's falling in love with me, then in the next dream decides he wants to strangle me and I don't wake up, then let it be. I am done with excessive amount of medications," Ivanna snapped as she sat up and jerked her hand out of his larger one and grabbed the amber crescent moon necklace she had bought days ago off her night stand and put it on. "I am done having these conversations with you. You gave me power of attorney over my own health and it is my choice."
"What is this?" Kahi frowned as he touched the crescent moon.
"I found it the other day when I was out with my friends. You yelled at me for three hours when you came home that night."
"You have had multiple dreams of the same man?" Kahi's expression became pained as he looked away from her and sighed. "These dreams won't just go away, Ivanna, and that man will continue to cause you pain."
"What do you mean? I was questioning my own sanity because of these dreams, don't make me start to question yours too, Uncle Kahi," Ivanna frowned as she moved so she was sitting on the edge of the bed beside her only family.
"Your dreams are connected to that man's, a being of our past, but in the same sense, he is dreaming of a dying girl from the future. It is the present for both of you in your separate waking realities. Both dreams have felt like being thrown into the past with more forests and extravagant castles?"
"Yeah, but you're not making any sense."
"You share dreams in his present, because it is the past for us, but he cannot share dreams in your present because it is the future for him. Get dressed, Ivanna, I want to show you something."
"I think you need to check yourself into a psych ward."
"If by the end of today, you still feel that way, we'll talk," Kahi spoke quietly as he stood and left her bedroom without another word.
Confused but slightly curious to her crazy uncle's words, she got ready for the day. She made her bed quickly before pulling on a pair of blue skinny jeans and elbow-length gloves before pulling on a black long-sleeved shirt. Wrapping a black scarf around her face, she grabbed her phone and wallet and tucked them into her jean pockets as she left her bedroom.
Down in the living room, Kahi waited for her already dressed and had her coat in his arms. She slid her feet into her boots by the door as he came over then let him help her into her coat. As she buttoned the white coat up, Kahi opened the door to the garage and she followed him silently, closing the door behind her. She slid into the passenger seat of his black Nissan Altima as he turned the engine over and they were on their way.
