I decided to write the next chapter, cause I'm bored out of my mind right now, and this is all I could think of doing…even though I could be doing something constructive…but who wants to do that?

Typing is becoming painful.  My nails are so long that it's hard to type sometimes.  I mean honestly, they're nearly an inch long now…okay, maybe a couple of centimeters…or five.

Never mind.  Anyway, I went back, reread, and fixed everything I wanted to fix.  And thank you everyone, for reviewing and trying to help me out with my Japanese…and other stuff.

Um…as for Inu-chan's rosary, I plan to use "osuwari" to indicate this.  That, and as far as I understand, the rosary won't go into affect if Inuyasha can't hear Kagome, otherwise, when he went demon for the third time, she could have stopped him.  They said something about him not hearing Kagome's voice…but I don't remember.  Sorry, maybe I'm wrong and it was just a plot hole.  I'll shut up now…sorry.

Disclaimer:  I don't own Inuyasha…I'm broke again anyway, so you'd get nothing for suing me.  I spent my money on batteries, a pokemon game, and Inuyasha manga, a CD case, three CDs, a Dragon Knights manga, and four candy bars.

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*Sometimes dreams can show you your fate.  They can show you your future, but what does that mean?  When a dream shows you the future, does it mean that it will happen, no matter what?  Or is it showing you that you need to change it?  Or is it a choice you have to make?  Is it destiny, or is it fate?  You can't change fate, can you?  Does it really exist, or is it just something people believe in so that they don't have to feel bad about their mistakes?  But you feel bad anyway, because people are aware.  They often wonder what things would be like if they had made different decisions.  If everything was fated, they wouldn't have the need to wonder, right?  Because it never could have happened anyway, right?  But it's human nature to ponder what could have happened.  It makes you wonder if fate truly exists.  Yet we can't stop death, can we?  So we are all fated to die.  So fate must exist, yet sometimes we can stop death.  Dreams can stop events from happening.  Are these dreams 'slips in fate'?  Who knows?  It's up to you to decide.  That, alone, is a choice reserved for destiny.*

The group had made it back to camp, none of them saying anything.  Kagome was now working on Inuyasha, who was sitting quietly while she patched up his wound.  He didn't feel like arguing with Kagome today.  Too many things were happening.

"I wonder…" started Sango, finally breaking the uneasy silence.  "Why did she attack us?  What was her goal?"

"Who knows," said Miroku, a little annoyed.  He couldn't stand Siria and would rather not have to talk about her.

"She seemed to be talking to someone before she left," mentioned Kagome.

"But to who?" asked Sango.

"I don't know, but she called that person 'danna'," added Inuyasha.

"She did?" asked Kagome.  "I guess I couldn't hear her."

"That's no surprise.  She said it pretty quietly.  It's strange though.  When I was unconscious, I heard a voice."

"A voice?" asked Kagome.

"Yeah."

"I always knew you were crazy," said Shippo, which got him a glare from Inuyasha.  If the kitsune hadn't been sitting on Kagome's shoulder, Inuyasha probably would have dealt him a blow to his head.

"I still want to know why she left," said Kagome.

"Her name is Siria," said Miroku.

"Well, Miroku-sama, you seem to know about her."

"Like I said, she's the one who tricked me three years ago.  It's strange; she looks exactly the same now as she did then."

"But she's not a youkai," added Inuyasha.

"Are you sure?" asked Kagome.

"Of course I'm sure," he said harshly.  "She didn't smell like youkai.  Actually, I wasn't able to smell her scent until she was right next to me.  Somehow, she was able to hide it.  She didn't make any sound when she moved either.  It's strange."

"I'll say.  How could a human do this?" asked Kagome, motioning to the huge hole in Inuyasha's stomach.

"Can we not talk about this anymore?" asked Miroku.  He wasn't really fond of the subject of "Siria".  He hated her enough the way it was and a prolonged conversation about the crimson haired girl was like torture to him.

"Yeah, it's getting late anyway," said Sango.  Indeed, it was late.

"Well, I'm all done," said Kagome, giving Inuyasha a pat on the back for emphasis.  "Now let's get some rest."

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"Why isn't it working?"

Everything was dark and silent, except for the voice of a child.  Her voice was soft and innocent, but had a regal quality to it.

"Why can't I get into their minds?"  She seemed to be searching for something, but everywhere she seemed to search was dark.  "What about this girl?"  She seemed to be talking to herself.  There was a flash of light and then the darkness reappeared.  "Why?  Why can't I get into her mind?"  She searched for a little more and came to a conclusion.  Some strange force was holding her back.  "This girl…she must be a miko.  Perhaps that is why.  I will continue."  She kept searching through the darkness.  "I can't purge the mind of a child…so that doesn't leave many options.  There is no need to purge the cat.  How about that man."  There was another flash of light, but again, it was still dark afterwards.  "No…why can't I do it?  I could before when he was unconscious.  He must have some kind of spiritual power as well.  That leaves one option."  There was another flash of light, but the darkness did not return.  "Finally, I found someone."

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Sango was in a nicely lit area.  She seemed to be standing on solid ground, but there was no ground and no ceiling.  The lights went on forever, or so it seemed.  They were like city lights, but were a mixture of yellows, purples, pinks, and light greens.  It was beautiful, but strange.  Sango felt as though she was awake, but she knew this was a dream, yet it felt so very real.

"Hello?" she asked.  She received no answer.  It seemed as if she was alone in the nicely lit area.

"Sango-sama," said a child like voice, soft yet regal.  Sango turned around, trying to find the source of the voice.

"Who's there?" she asked, a slight tinge of fear in her voice.

"There is no need to be afraid, Sango-sama.  I mean you no harm."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Yume Yamazakura."

"Yume?"

"Yes.  I know everything about you, Sango-sama."

"Oh really?"

"Yes.  You are a taijiya, the soul survivor of your village, which was destroyed by Naraku.  You met up with Inuyasha, Kagome, Shippo, and Miroku, and have been helping them gather the shards of the Shikon no Tama.  Your mother died when your brother was born, and you are currently 16 years old.  You travel with a small neko youkai, known as Kirara.  Am I wrong yet?"

"N-no."

"I know much more than that, I'm afraid.  I know you better than you know yourself."

"What do you want?" asked Sango, her voice slightly angry.

"Please don't be offended, Sango-sama.  I'm only here to help you."

"Help me how?"

"I can show you the deepest secrets of your heart and mind.  I know everything about you.  I could show you your greatest desire and your worst fear."

"My greatest desire and worst fear?"

"Yes.  I can show you right now.  How about we start with your worst fear."  And with those words, the whole scene seemed to get washed away.  The colors swirled and changed and Sango felt as if she was being blown away in a powerful wind.  After a few seconds, however, the scene changed completely.  Sango stood in a field.  She was at the bottom of a grassy hill.  The problem was that the grass was the darkest shade of green she had ever seen.  She looked up at the sky, which was a crimson color.  This wasn't right.  The air felt heavy and she had a bad feeling about this whole thing.  She looked around, but found nothing.  Suddenly, a figure appeared on the top of the hill.  Sango turned to look at the figure and relaxed upon recognizing who it was.

"Houshi-sama," she sighed in relief.  She smiled and glanced up at him.  He turned towards her and looked down, returning her smile.  He then turned back around, staring forward, towards the woods that were to the right.  The sky then flashed, as if it had been lit by lightning, but there weren't any clouds.  Sango shuddered at the sound and the bright light.  She opened her eyes and looked at Miroku.

"Houshi-sama?" she asked.  He wasn't paying attention to her.  He was staring at the woods, almost as if in a trance.  His eyes, however, seemed determined.  Something was there, but neither of them knew what it was.  Sango heard the leaves of the trees rustle.  The woods were only a few yards away from their current location.  She turned her attention to the woods as well.  Suddenly, the woods erupted with light.  Many trees fell over during this time.  Sango noticed that it wasn't light, but energy…it was youki, the energy of youkai.  And that's when it happened.  A stray beam of youki came flying from the forest at impossible speeds.  There was no way anyone could dodge it, and neither could the houshi.  The beam hit him in the chest, passing straight through, leaving a hole.  Sango heard him gasp in pain as the beam hit.  He was knocked backwards and everything seemed to move slowly in that instant.  Miroku's face twisted in pain as he fell back against the dark grass.  All the while, Sango watched, completely petrified with shock.  Her mind was having a hard time registering what had just happened.  Miroku was lying motionless at the top of the hill.  Sango then noticed something coming down the hill towards her, streaking along the grass like a river.  It was red and seemed to shine like the sky, standing out on the dark grass.  It was blood, something she knew all too well.  She heard Miroku gasp once more, trying to move his head to look at her, but his strength failed him.

"Gomen…Sango…gomen…"  His head then fell back against the grass as he took his last breath.  Sango fell to her knees, tears building in her eyes.

"Houshi-sama…iya…iya…"  The tears then began to cascade down from her eyes and hit the ground like rainfall.  She'd never hear his voice again; she'd never see him smile.  No more of him comforting her, or protecting her.  He was gone.  Those thoughts only brought more tears to her eyes.

"Iya…HOUSHI-SAMA!"

The familiar feeling of being blown by the wind came back as the scene once again washed away, being replaced with the lights again.  The beautiful colors were definitely more comforting than the dark ones of her dream.  However, she was still crying.

"Gomen, Sango-sama," said Yume.  There was a genuine sound of hurt in her voice.  "I never meant to hurt you."

"Why did you show me that?" asked Sango, her voice desperate, but also sounding sad and drained.

"I was showing you your worst fear.  It seems that you're afraid of losing Miroku-sama.  Don't worry, Sango-sama, it was just a dream.  You don't have to cry."

"It felt so real."

"Sometimes dreams can feel real.  People often mistake them for reality.  Sometimes, dreams are a look into a person's heart, soul, and mind.  They reveal the feelings that people like to keep deep inside of them.  Often enough, they don't even know of these feelings…or they don't want to know.  It's quite complicated really, but right now, I know you better than you know yourself, like I've already said."

"Just what are you?" asked Sango, a little annoyed.  Suddenly, an image started to materialize in front of her, fading in from out of nowhere.  She seemed to be floating, her knee length lavender hair flowing out behind her.  She wore a light pinkish purple kimono with a sea green sash and trim.  The sleeves started out light and faded into a darker lavender.  Two golden braces were on her arms, near her elbows.  They were about 3 inches thick and were decorated beautifully.  On her shoulders was a golden plate, spanning further than her shoulders did, but not by much.  It was like something seen on an Egyptian.  She wore a pair of silver sandals, but her feet didn't even touch the ground.  There was a circlet on her head with a dark gray, diamond shaped stone on it.  Sango looked over the girl.  She did have a somewhat regal quality to her.  She didn't look as young as she sounded, though.  In many ways she was intimidating, but her eyes were one of the softest pinks Sango had ever seen.  They were very kind and full of life, but they seemed to be hiding something.  That's what made her intimidating.  She seemed to be hiding a truth, but Sango couldn't figure out what.  The girl bowed her head and then looked straight at Sango.

"What am I?" she asked, repeating Sango's earlier question.  A small smile played on her lips.

"I am Yume.  I am a dream weaver."

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Well, what do you think?  Confused?  I hope not.  I've been looking over my plot and realized that it might be kinda confusing later.  I hope you guys like this.  I've been putting in a lot of work.  I've had a lot of free time over my break and I've wasted a lot of it.

Oh well.  Such is life.

Until the next time!

And remember to review^.^

Danna –master

Miko –priestess

Kitsune –fox

Taijiya –exterminator

Iya –another way to say no

Youki –the energy of demons.  It's used when Inuyasha uses the kaze no kizu, but energy attacks are also made up of youki.

Yume Yamazakura - Her name is made up of two words.  Yume means dream and Yamazakura means cheery blossom tree.  Don't ask.

Well, that's all.

Audi^.^ (means bye…well, that's how I use it anyway^.^)