Night Watch: Awake
by Sango-sama
Disclaimer:
I do not own Inu-Yasha.
I only rent Miroku.
I have to claim Yagenei
So nobody will sue.
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I felt the light brush of a chill on the exposed part of my neck. My hair desheveled and beads of
cold sweat dripping off of my forehead. My knuckles white in a tight grip on the edge of my sleeping
bag. My breath strained and labored as a disturbing image persisted in my sleep addled eyes.
Hugging myself with both arms, the shock of what was before my eyes set in.
Blood.
So much blood.
In pools.
Surrounding my friends.
Shippou-chan lying very still alongside my sleeping bag...
Miroku-sama lying on the ground with Sango sprawled on his chest, arrows standing from her back like
goosebumps. His arms, encircling her body, in an obviously belated and vain attempt to protect her.
Inu-Yasha lying alone...a dark hole where his heart should have been. His eyes in a wide and a frozen, pure
gold stare. The slits washed away into the sea of gold.
I gently place his head onto my lap, mirroring my first night with him in his human form.
Memories flooding, assaulting my mind, doubling the ache.
I want to scream to release my pain, but my throat is too raw.
Leaning my head down beside Inu-Yasha's face, my tears flow like rivers, soaking his unnaturally red
robes another shade of red.
'No.'
I vainly brush the tears away.
'No.'
'This just can't be happening...No.'
'Why am I still alive...and my friends...'
'No.'
And slowly...as mysteriously as it set in...it all faded away.
Sitting up, I'm able to murmur, "Thank Kami...it was just a dream..."
But it seemed so real.
The morning sky is grey and dismal, making it doubly difficult to be cheerful this morning.
Sango has taken some of my soap and shampoo and headed out to the spring to cleanse herself.
Since Miroku is suspiciously absent, I assume has not-so-subtly followed her.
Inu-Yasha is also nowhere to be seen.
Shippou-chan sits beside me on a log, lollipop in hand.
Pulling back my covers, I begin to wriggle my way out of the sleeping bag. Smoothing down some hair that has fallen
out of place during the night, I sleepily begin to wander towards my pack.
"Good Morning, Shippou-chan."
"Good Morning, Kagome."
A warm sense pricks the back of my neck and is immediately followed by a startling chill racing down
my spine. My sense of danger has peaked.
In my mind, time has invariably stopped. No one, save for Shippou, is there to help me. I could try
to run for Sango and Miroku, but I had no idea where I could find them.
Minutes pass.
Inu-Yasha stumbles slowly out of the woods, blood seeping from deep scratch wounds in his side and staining his
fire rat coat an unnatural red. His eyes drooping weakly, he looks almost as if he could fall over at any second.
I cannot contain my gasp.
"Y...You...You must leave this place, Kagome," he manages between ever shortening breaths. "Go
back through the well. Now. It isn't safe here."
My eyes begin to tear. Shutting my eyes tight, I grasp his chest tightly. "I will not leave you, Inu-Yasha.
Not while you're like this. I promised...."
"Please, Kagome."
"No!" I yell, gripping him tighter.
"Please. Stay safe."
"...Kagome-sama.."
Wait...Inu-Yasha doesn't call me that. Tenetively, I open my eyes again.
"...Kagome-sama. Are you awake?"
Placing my hand on my chest to slow my racing heart beat, I manage to answer, "hai."
"Get up and get packed. Inu-Yasha wants to move out."
"Yokata...just a dream."
Preparing to get out of my sleeping bag, I stretch lazily until something catches my eye. Turning my head
quickly, I peer into the underbrush and, breifly, I can see a pair of ghostly pale eyes looking out from
the bushes.
"My anxiety about those dreams must be getting to me," I try to reason, but I rush to pack anyways.
As I finish, Shippou shouts, "C'mon, Kagome!"
Another chill brushes past my face.
Shaking my head, I feign a smile. "Alright, Shippou-chan!" Grabbing him into my arms, we catch up with
the others and continue on our search.
As we hurriedly left, I swear I could hear the faintest tinkling of laughter.
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Rants and other points of momentary insanity:
1) Am I evil...well, probably, but I could have been a lot more evil and made this not end up being a dream.
I assure you, although on the most part, I am making this up as I go, I do have a general direction where
this is going and this chapter WILL be important.
2) Eh...this is still a little disjointed. It's definitely in "work in progress" stage.
3) Reviews are my bread and water...I need them to survive as a fanfic writer. Do you want to see more of something?
Less? A stage show of Miroku, Inu-Yasha, Sesshoumaru, Kouga, Naraku, and Musuo stripping Chippendale's style?
Let me know! (I make no promises about that last one, though!)
4) This chapter brought to you by the letter 'X' and the number '4'.
5) Hai=yes
Yokata="Thank goodness" or "what a relief"
Sango-sama
A Schnee! Production
by Sango-sama
Disclaimer:
I do not own Inu-Yasha.
I only rent Miroku.
I have to claim Yagenei
So nobody will sue.
*************************************************************************************************
I felt the light brush of a chill on the exposed part of my neck. My hair desheveled and beads of
cold sweat dripping off of my forehead. My knuckles white in a tight grip on the edge of my sleeping
bag. My breath strained and labored as a disturbing image persisted in my sleep addled eyes.
Hugging myself with both arms, the shock of what was before my eyes set in.
Blood.
So much blood.
In pools.
Surrounding my friends.
Shippou-chan lying very still alongside my sleeping bag...
Miroku-sama lying on the ground with Sango sprawled on his chest, arrows standing from her back like
goosebumps. His arms, encircling her body, in an obviously belated and vain attempt to protect her.
Inu-Yasha lying alone...a dark hole where his heart should have been. His eyes in a wide and a frozen, pure
gold stare. The slits washed away into the sea of gold.
I gently place his head onto my lap, mirroring my first night with him in his human form.
Memories flooding, assaulting my mind, doubling the ache.
I want to scream to release my pain, but my throat is too raw.
Leaning my head down beside Inu-Yasha's face, my tears flow like rivers, soaking his unnaturally red
robes another shade of red.
'No.'
I vainly brush the tears away.
'No.'
'This just can't be happening...No.'
'Why am I still alive...and my friends...'
'No.'
And slowly...as mysteriously as it set in...it all faded away.
Sitting up, I'm able to murmur, "Thank Kami...it was just a dream..."
But it seemed so real.
The morning sky is grey and dismal, making it doubly difficult to be cheerful this morning.
Sango has taken some of my soap and shampoo and headed out to the spring to cleanse herself.
Since Miroku is suspiciously absent, I assume has not-so-subtly followed her.
Inu-Yasha is also nowhere to be seen.
Shippou-chan sits beside me on a log, lollipop in hand.
Pulling back my covers, I begin to wriggle my way out of the sleeping bag. Smoothing down some hair that has fallen
out of place during the night, I sleepily begin to wander towards my pack.
"Good Morning, Shippou-chan."
"Good Morning, Kagome."
A warm sense pricks the back of my neck and is immediately followed by a startling chill racing down
my spine. My sense of danger has peaked.
In my mind, time has invariably stopped. No one, save for Shippou, is there to help me. I could try
to run for Sango and Miroku, but I had no idea where I could find them.
Minutes pass.
Inu-Yasha stumbles slowly out of the woods, blood seeping from deep scratch wounds in his side and staining his
fire rat coat an unnatural red. His eyes drooping weakly, he looks almost as if he could fall over at any second.
I cannot contain my gasp.
"Y...You...You must leave this place, Kagome," he manages between ever shortening breaths. "Go
back through the well. Now. It isn't safe here."
My eyes begin to tear. Shutting my eyes tight, I grasp his chest tightly. "I will not leave you, Inu-Yasha.
Not while you're like this. I promised...."
"Please, Kagome."
"No!" I yell, gripping him tighter.
"Please. Stay safe."
"...Kagome-sama.."
Wait...Inu-Yasha doesn't call me that. Tenetively, I open my eyes again.
"...Kagome-sama. Are you awake?"
Placing my hand on my chest to slow my racing heart beat, I manage to answer, "hai."
"Get up and get packed. Inu-Yasha wants to move out."
"Yokata...just a dream."
Preparing to get out of my sleeping bag, I stretch lazily until something catches my eye. Turning my head
quickly, I peer into the underbrush and, breifly, I can see a pair of ghostly pale eyes looking out from
the bushes.
"My anxiety about those dreams must be getting to me," I try to reason, but I rush to pack anyways.
As I finish, Shippou shouts, "C'mon, Kagome!"
Another chill brushes past my face.
Shaking my head, I feign a smile. "Alright, Shippou-chan!" Grabbing him into my arms, we catch up with
the others and continue on our search.
As we hurriedly left, I swear I could hear the faintest tinkling of laughter.
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Rants and other points of momentary insanity:
1) Am I evil...well, probably, but I could have been a lot more evil and made this not end up being a dream.
I assure you, although on the most part, I am making this up as I go, I do have a general direction where
this is going and this chapter WILL be important.
2) Eh...this is still a little disjointed. It's definitely in "work in progress" stage.
3) Reviews are my bread and water...I need them to survive as a fanfic writer. Do you want to see more of something?
Less? A stage show of Miroku, Inu-Yasha, Sesshoumaru, Kouga, Naraku, and Musuo stripping Chippendale's style?
Let me know! (I make no promises about that last one, though!)
4) This chapter brought to you by the letter 'X' and the number '4'.
5) Hai=yes
Yokata="Thank goodness" or "what a relief"
Sango-sama
A Schnee! Production
