A/N; just a reminder I only lay claim to your souls, and any OCs mentioned. (You all know who my OCs are....right?) everything else is not mine.

Warnings- graphic violence, language.

Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.

-Marsha Norman-

Chapter 21

Dreams (Part 1)

The snapping and crackling was almost all the noise made. All the noise needed. And of course all the heat produced.

Only one set of eyes still rested on the crackling flames as each wisp let a wave of heat by his knees. He glanced around silently. Kagome was curled up ontop of her sleeping bag, holding Shippo in her arms. Sango was leaning against Kirara's fur, who was still in her more demonic looking form, her Hiraikotsu next to Kirara's tail. Miroku looking like he was meditating, but the fact that he was slightly lopsided and looked like he was about to fall proved otherwise.

And then there was Kamaru. She had managed to fall asleep face-down in the grass, her black, long hair sprawled over her back. He noted how peaceful her face looked, also noting the size of her incisors.

He shifted his gaze over to the other half-demon. She, on the other hand, was sleeping royally. Lying on her back, hands neatly folded just below her breasts, which were rising and falling with every breath. Before they'd left Ki had grabbed a more fight-worthy outfit. It was a multilayed female warrior's outfit, in Tiger-Cat terms of course. Her first layer of shirt was a bright pink, made from the dye of berries. The sleeves grew wider towards the elbow before stopping halfway to the wrist. The extra cloth created with the wider sleeve hung down to the ips her fingers. The second layer was a black cloth tied with extended corners. Two wrapped and tied around her neck, the other two wrapped around her back and tied to her sash. The sash was also black, tying her shirt to her pants, of them the first layer was a dark purple, that, like her shirt was wide and thus loose fitting. The second layer was composed of eight black cloths. Two for each thigh, tied around and sealed, repeated for each calf.

He noted mildly that this girl dressed as odd as Kagome.

Her new halberd was rest on the ground beside her, the blade shining eerily.

And finally his eyes turned to Bankotsu. His halberd jammed into the ground behind him, letting him lean back against the metal. He felt himself subconsciously bite his lip. He didn't like it one bit that a murderer would be traveling with them. What were the odds he was a spy on them anyway? It certainly would be like Naraku to simply have Bankotsu befriend them, and then betray them. And in his eye the scenario played,

That metal sweeping over heads, tip stained with blood. The clash of their two swords hitting once more, leaving the others open to attack. He could see Ki going into her demonic state, his imagination vividly making her a large tiger, viciously attacking Kirara making large, deep gashes in her fur. And her full Demon sister trying to fight anyone not dead or in combat with someone else.

His hand gripped the end of his sword. His knuckles changing to white from the force. He suddenly had the impulse to take the mercenary out into the woods ans slaughter him. See his blood splattered on the trees. He glanced to his own hands as he pulled them from his sword.

With a yelp that could wake the dead, he jumped to his feet. His hands! His hands were coated in blood! He looked around checking each person, wanting to know where in the hell this came from. Sango? fine. Miroku? ...groping ass in his sleep again. Kagome was fine too. So was Kamar, and then his breath hitched. Ki? Bankotsu?

The girl stood with her head lowered, her hair covering her face. Halberd held parallel to the ground. Her free hand was balled tightly into a fist. Her feet were covered in blood.

"Ki, you're bleeding." Inuyasha mumbled, moving towards her, but the sword came to a point at his neck.

"Don't move you bastard." She growled lowly. "Don't lie to me." With her fisted hand she pointed to the place where Bankotsu had been sleeping, and now Inuyasha was truly wide-eyed. In Bankotsu's place was a beaten, broken, bloodied corpse. Blood covered his face from a broken nose and assorted cuts in his mouth from his teeth. His right arm was shattered, easily noticeably from the wrong angles between the elbow and shoulder. His left arm had a long, deep gash on it, blood coating down to his fingertips. One of his feet was bent backwards, while his leg had a gash to the bone.

"You bastard." She growled again. "You murdered him!" She screamed, lifting the sword and smashing it into his skull, straight between his eyes. oh no, but this didn't kill him. he lay there, bleeding, dying. She stood ver him, cold, heartless eyes staring into his.

"So, Inuyasha, do you know what the best was to make a dream come true is?"

She drove the blade into his gut, nearly severing his upper from his lower body. He wanted to cry out but blood bubbled in the back of his throat.

"The best way...." she knelt down to him, leaning over him, whispering low into his ear. "Is to wake up."

...

An adrenaline rush poured into his system as he stood, sword drawn. His eyes danced over all of them. They were all fine. All of them. Ki was asleep and Bankotsu alive. He sat down shakily. He glanced over to Bankotsu, who looked like he was having a nightmare of his own. He thought for a moment that he might be having the same dream he did, simply swap himself for Bankotsu.

he glanced to the sky. If the best way to make a dream come true is to wake up, why the Hell isn't Naraku dead?

...

"You do realize they have gone through something like this before correct?"

"Yes, but that was a simple demon moth's spell. This is something much more powerful, much more... destructive. This power will lead us to our goals."

Yep. Nother 2 part. Sorry for the wait. I personally LOVE this chapter :D This maybe a cliche of plot-dream-sequencedness but trust me its not. You just have to wait till later to find out though.

R&R please :D

oh and "The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up. " - Paul Varely.