Please Note:
I do not in any way own Inuyasha or any of the wonderful characters created in that delightful Anime. They are all the sole property of Rumiko Takahashi. I am merely expressing my imagination on her wonderful tale. There are a few characters I have created that do not belong in InuYasha- they are mine, as is the imagination and story line I have superimposed.
Please do not make this a legal issue.
Dreams and Terrors:
Sesshomaru awoke with a start from his dream. This one that had been so vivid. It was unusual for him, but he felt his heart race and had he been human, his body would have been coated in a sheen of sweat. The dream had been troubling….It had been of battles and blood- his own?- he was not sure. His father had been there- as had his mother; they had been weeping………and so had she.
Obviously his battle with Ghunki had shaken him more than he had thought.
Rin shuffled in her sleep- opening one lazy eye- "Are you ok Sesshomaru -Sama?" she voiced sleepily with concern.
"I am fine Rin, - Go back to sleep."
Jaken had not moved at all, his gentle snoring well heard in the night's quiet.
His little ward nodded at his reassurance, snuggling deeper into the fur covers and promply fell into her own blissful slumber.
His thought returned to his dreams, regal forehead furrowed- a very uncommon occurance for it's owner. Ghunki was not a formidable opponent. Their battle almost child's- play to Sesshomaru. And this was not the first time nightmares had haunted him.
Why was he having night terrors after so long?
He had suffered them before his mother's passing and then the last time had been again before his father's demise. For him, Night Terrors had never been anything but har-bringers of terrible events to come in his life. He fully believed they portended the future……or at least that he had that strange ability to see snatches of the future when danger arose in his life.
But there had never been anything he could do about them.
He had never been able to change the course of things to come. As always, the dreams were just fragments- never complete in giving him an idea of exactly lay ahead. They only served to warn him that what was coming would not be to his liking. That and to frustrate him when he found how the flash of dreams actually fit in reality with it's actual occurance.
Events on Earth were reaching a pinnacle. He had felt that air of expectation in the world. As though all of the heavens and hells would finally see what was to come about on Earth. It had much to do with Naraku and his bastard half breed brother. They were at the very epicenter of this mess.
And now he had been pulled in- and for some reason, recently an uneasiness had started to roll through him. He did not like the turn of events since Mt. Hakurai.
He did not like the fact that Naraku had been untraceable again. And he didn't like the feeling that a great event was going to take place- and that it would be destiny changing. He felt it in his gut- and his gut had never lied.
Was it this reason that had brought the d reams back? These terrible haunting dreams? - of such sweet happiness once again being wretched out of his grasp. It could be the only possible reason why a pair of blue eyes had started the haunt his waking thoughts and slip into his sleep and dreams. With everything he felt coming in the future- these dreams were beyond foolish. They were dangerous.
Seshomarou shook his head.
This would not do. Of late, a certain human was preoccupying more and more of his thoughts.
She had not yet captured any emotions, but he was not one to hide behind lies. If he continued on this line, she would pass that barrier he had always had. He knew his inner Demonic self didn't care- would be more than pleased to pass that point….. but he had always in his own way been honorable. She was the love of his brother's life…….and there was absolutely no honor in the fact that he now found her to be what he had always wanted.
That he found her irrisistable.
Cynically, he laughed silently within himself- it was the story of his life. That his brother always seemed to have what ever it was that he held precious and pined for…whether it be the InuTashio's regard, love, sword, loyal friends -or the girl whom he feared he was falling in love with.
Cursing his recently uncontrolled emotions- and caging them once again under his steel self control, he resolutely shut his eyes, and forced himself to relax – and keep his mind and heart empty as they had always been.