Dark Night Saga: Book II
Dreamless Sleep: Lullaby in the Treetops
by Sango-sama
Disclaimer: I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them Sango-sama I am.
I do not like Shippou in a boat.
I do not like Naraku's moat.
I do not own IY or spam.
I wish I did.
Can you say damn?
Disclaimer part 2: I am not Dr. Seuss either.
Author's notes: Happy New Year! I'm BAa-ack! And I have fresh ideas...I'll be splitting the time with a Harry Potter fic, but this will be revived. (Live! LIVE!)
Spoiler warning: Pretty much the same as the other story...but this portion will cover up
through Chapter 213...which includes the whole Musuo scenario. Once again, I will be covering
any important plot points, so it's not necessary to go through and read it all.
Other warnings: I moved the rating higher (R) to deal with potential problems down the line.
Please hold on...I promise there will be good reason for the rating later on.
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Up high in the trees, above most of the demons who roam the hills in the shadow of night, I find myself pressed up against a muscular chest, lithe and tawny, merely hinting at the power he possesses...the very power which has grown and matured before my eyes. One arm locked around my waist, securing me to his form and the tree's center, the other stabilizing us both. His broad shoulder is warm. His chin rests atop my head.
Aside from the comfort of my own soft bed, there is no place I'd rather be sleeping.
If only sleep would come.
A quiet, peaceful sleep.
Shippou sleeps soundly a few branches down, snoring lightly.
The last few nights have come and gone, but I couldn't allow myself to drift off, fearful that the nightmares would return. The nightmares that started before the group split up. Dark and empty, they prey upon my worst fears, with frightening realism.
Every night is the same. A comforting place. A sense of security. Everything seems as though I were awake and with everyone.
But then, I can only see death...so much death. Sango. Miroku. Shippou. Kaede-sama.
Deaths fueled by love and by hate.
Kaede-obasama, her soul removed while she still lived by her own sister's Soul Snatchers only taken to sustain Kikyou's false life.
Miroku, consumed by his curse, leaving nothing more than a void where he had been standing.
Sango and her brother, both truly dead, lying in each others arms.
InuYasha lying dead in a pool of blood.
Kikyo dragging him to hell.
But the worst by far...InuYasha telling me that he cannot stand me.
Making me leave this time...never again to return. Never to see him, or the others, ever again.
Even with all of the visions of death, nothing that I've dreamt has made me more sad than that. It hurt more than I could bear. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing from my eyes.
The look in his eyes had frightened me...almost more than his blood red, full youkai eyes ever had.
His shoulder moves sharply beneath my head. He is awake now, if he hadn't been before. He sleeps so quietly and lightly, it's often hard to tell when he truly is asleep.
His lethargic voice murmurs, "Oy....Kagome. Are you awake?"
His voice isn't nearly so gruff and gravely as it usually is. It's soft and sweet and low.
Smiling, I snuggle my head back onto his surprisingly soft shoulder. "No."
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Okay...I know this isn't terribly plot integral, but this is an update on Inu-Yasha and Kagome. They aren't really focal right now...but I should be writing another soon. If you are a new reader, I suggest going back to read Night Watch first, if you haven't already.
A Schnee! Production
by Sango-sama
Dreamless Sleep: Lullaby in the Treetops
by Sango-sama
Disclaimer: I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them Sango-sama I am.
I do not like Shippou in a boat.
I do not like Naraku's moat.
I do not own IY or spam.
I wish I did.
Can you say damn?
Disclaimer part 2: I am not Dr. Seuss either.
Author's notes: Happy New Year! I'm BAa-ack! And I have fresh ideas...I'll be splitting the time with a Harry Potter fic, but this will be revived. (Live! LIVE!)
Spoiler warning: Pretty much the same as the other story...but this portion will cover up
through Chapter 213...which includes the whole Musuo scenario. Once again, I will be covering
any important plot points, so it's not necessary to go through and read it all.
Other warnings: I moved the rating higher (R) to deal with potential problems down the line.
Please hold on...I promise there will be good reason for the rating later on.
**************************************************************************************
Up high in the trees, above most of the demons who roam the hills in the shadow of night, I find myself pressed up against a muscular chest, lithe and tawny, merely hinting at the power he possesses...the very power which has grown and matured before my eyes. One arm locked around my waist, securing me to his form and the tree's center, the other stabilizing us both. His broad shoulder is warm. His chin rests atop my head.
Aside from the comfort of my own soft bed, there is no place I'd rather be sleeping.
If only sleep would come.
A quiet, peaceful sleep.
Shippou sleeps soundly a few branches down, snoring lightly.
The last few nights have come and gone, but I couldn't allow myself to drift off, fearful that the nightmares would return. The nightmares that started before the group split up. Dark and empty, they prey upon my worst fears, with frightening realism.
Every night is the same. A comforting place. A sense of security. Everything seems as though I were awake and with everyone.
But then, I can only see death...so much death. Sango. Miroku. Shippou. Kaede-sama.
Deaths fueled by love and by hate.
Kaede-obasama, her soul removed while she still lived by her own sister's Soul Snatchers only taken to sustain Kikyou's false life.
Miroku, consumed by his curse, leaving nothing more than a void where he had been standing.
Sango and her brother, both truly dead, lying in each others arms.
InuYasha lying dead in a pool of blood.
Kikyo dragging him to hell.
But the worst by far...InuYasha telling me that he cannot stand me.
Making me leave this time...never again to return. Never to see him, or the others, ever again.
Even with all of the visions of death, nothing that I've dreamt has made me more sad than that. It hurt more than I could bear. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing from my eyes.
The look in his eyes had frightened me...almost more than his blood red, full youkai eyes ever had.
His shoulder moves sharply beneath my head. He is awake now, if he hadn't been before. He sleeps so quietly and lightly, it's often hard to tell when he truly is asleep.
His lethargic voice murmurs, "Oy....Kagome. Are you awake?"
His voice isn't nearly so gruff and gravely as it usually is. It's soft and sweet and low.
Smiling, I snuggle my head back onto his surprisingly soft shoulder. "No."
**************************************************************************************
Okay...I know this isn't terribly plot integral, but this is an update on Inu-Yasha and Kagome. They aren't really focal right now...but I should be writing another soon. If you are a new reader, I suggest going back to read Night Watch first, if you haven't already.
A Schnee! Production
by Sango-sama
