Dreams. She hadn't had one in a long while. This one enraptured her thoughts. Chiara sat on a small log in a meditative state. Her eyes were closed. They were useless anyways. Her ears were tuned out. They couldn't tell her all she needed to know. As a small child, she had been taught that all dreams have meaning. So what did this one mean? The moment she woke up that morning and she had seen Inu-Yasha and Kagome fighting, she knew the eventual result. She recreated the illusion that masked her true form and sat to watch.

"Sit!"

Inu-Yasha got a nice close up with the floor, while Kagome swiped wildly at her nightclothes.

The hanyou glared up at her and growled angrily, "What the hell was that for Kagome? I didn't do anything!"

She glared down at him vengefully, "You fell asleep on top of me!" She pulled off stray white hairs, "And you took the liberty to shed on me!"

He grinned, "So? Your chest makes a nice pillow."

"Sit!"

 Chiara had jumped up angrily when Inu-Yasha hit the ground and scolded Kagome soundly. The girl flinched at the force behind the Enchantress's voice, and even Inu-Yasha couldn't suppress a blink of surprise. When he looked at her, she blushed and turned away.

Even as she thought of him, she felt her heart race. Since they had first met, she had felt a pulling to the hanyou, but she never thought she could actually love him. Maybe not love him, but lust for him. She couldn't stop staring at his lips. She hungered to crush them against her own.

Inu-Yasha scowled as Kagome prepared their morning meal. He could smell something amiss with Chiara, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was. She smelled…strange. She didn't smell of flowers and artificial scents anymore. She reeked of desire. Plain and simple, he could smell it on her. He rubbed his face. Kagome's 'sit' hadn't been especially pleasant. Though she definitely made a nice cushion.

The Enchantress suddenly snuck into their campsite, carefully watching for anyone. When her eyes met his, he could sense the surge of emotion within her as she quickly averted her eyes and went to her pack. He considered going to her and asking her, but thought better of it. It was probably some stupid girl issue anyways.

Miroku eyed the Enchantress and the hanyou suspiciously. He had been observing the two carefully, and considered confiding in Shippou. As the kitsune hopped by, Miroku quickly snatched him by the tail and pulled him close.

The kitsune smacked him with a twig, "Ow! What do you think you're doing Miroku? That hurt!"

The monk placed his finger over the fox spirit's mouth to silence any further bickering, "You'll live. Have you noticed anything strange with Chiara and Inu-Yasha?"

The kitsune knocked the offending finger away and sat in a contemplative position, "Well, to tell you the truth I haven't been paying much attention. Why?"

The monk glanced around quickly, making sure none of the warriors was nearby, "I think Chiara is in love with Inu-Yasha."

The kitsune let out a strangled laugh. Strangled because Miroku quickly placed his hand over the spirit's mouth.

"I'd say it's a one way attraction then," Shippou noted after his laughter subsided.

Miroku nodded, "I'd have to agree with you."

The kitsune eyed him suspiciously, "What brought this on Miroku? Noting other people's exchanges?" The kitsune felt the monk's forehead.

"Well I haven't had much luck convincing Kagome to bear my heir. Plus perverted antics don't work well around her."

The kitsune grinned evilly, "Well, she does have Inu-Yasha."

Miroku nodded, "Yes…I wonder what would happen if Inu-Yasha and Chiara really did start seeing each other."

Suddenly the monk's eyes widened and he hastily grabbed Shippou and started shaking him, "Shippou! That's it! If I can make Chiara and Inu-Yasha fall in love, then I can make Kagome fall in love with me!"

The kitsune squirmed in his grip, "Great plan; how do you expect to get Inu-Yasha to fall in love with anything living, genius?"

The monk pondered for a moment, "Well…there are some things that can make a man wild with lust. However, using those on Inu-Yasha could prove hazardous."

Shippou laughed, "Yeah well. Some things should go unused."

A flash of light greeted them at a nearby stream, and spouts of water started to rise and fall. Miroku watched them carefully, "Chiara must be scrying."

The monk and kitsune grinned at each other evilly, "Perfect."

Miroku came sprinting into the campsite. Inu-Yasha was sitting, dozing against a tree. Miroku eyed him with distaste before delivering a quick kick to the ribs.

The hanyou awoke with a snarl, "What's the big deal monk?"

Miroku snatched Inu-Yasha's shoulder, "Inu-Yasha, come quick! Kagome's in trouble by the lake!"

As if on command, a shriek came from the lake.

"Kagome!" Inu-Yasha yelled as he drew Tetsusaiga and sprinted towards the lake. Miroku smiled at the demon's advance, "That was almost too easy."

Shippou crafted the illusion with care. One false sound and he knew Inu-Yasha's sensitive ears would detect the difference. Manufacturing voices was easy, especially if you'd heard the one you were imitating enough.

The hanyou burst onto the lakeshore and froze. The Tetsusaiga reversed its transformation and clattered from his grasp.

Kagome completely forgotten, his gaze was drawn to the water. Chiara danced like a song across its surface, wearing her simple, silken tunic. He couldn't tear his eyes from her form, as she glowed like an angel, and swept across the water's surface. It all shattered in an instant, as his sword clattered to the ground. Her eyes snapped open, and she fixed on him with surprise, and suddenly fell into the water with a splash.

Inu-Yasha sat on the shore, wondering what just happened until Chiara dragged herself up onto the shore. She stood up, her silken raiment drenched, revealing the curves of her breasts. Inu-Yasha blushed and turned to go, but a firm voice held him.

"Sit!"

The ground had many things to say as Inu-Yasha tried to pry himself off of it, "How…how did you do that?!? Only Kagome can do that to me!"

Chiara smiled a wicked smile as she covered herself as best she could with her hands, "Oh that? I just had to see Kagome do it a few times and I figured out how it works. It's a very simple enchantment."

She seemed almost distracted by thought, and Inu-Yasha used the opportunity to try and crawl away, but before he knew it, she'd pounced on him and pinned him against the ground. "Furthermore! I don't like being interrupted while I'm scrying! It works best in liquids, and when I get distracted, I get wet. When Chiara gets wet, Chiara gets upset, and when Chiara gets upset, you and the ground get your make-out session! Understood?"

He nodded quickly. "Good." She made a move to get up, but a hand on her wrist stopped her. She looked down at him with surprise, and tried to tug free again. He held her tight, and despite her attempts, he pulled her too him. She didn't resist when his lips met hers; in fact, she welcomed his hungry kiss, and returned it with one of her own. What he saw with his eyes, his hands tasted. What she thought she imagined, became reality. She felt her soft silk retreat from her shoulders, and warm fingers caress the small of her back, and she fell into the rapture.

Kagome sat with Miroku, sipping a new blend of tea he had just concocted. "Have you seen Inu-Yasha, Miroku?"

His face the portrait of complete innocence, "No, I haven't Kagome. Perhaps he's out practicing his swordplay."

Shippou couldn't suppress a snicker.