Inu Yasha no Yume

Chapter 13– Shiroi Youkai
White Youkai

"Wh-who are you?" Yume demanded, covering her breasts with her arms.
"Do not mess with me, mortal." His voice was commanding.
"I-I really don't want to!" She called, her voice carrying ripples across the water.
"What are you doing here?" He began to walk around the rocks, towards her pile of clothes.
"Bathing," She followed him with her eyes and slowly turned her body.
"All alone? There are dangerous Youkai about," His tone was mocking.
"If you see any, let me know," She immediately regretted that.
"Quick of tongue, are you?"
"May I get dressed? This is rather..." She hesitated, "Uncomfortable."
He reached her clothes and bent to pick something up. Yume saw it was her sword and held her breath. He examined the sword, unsheathing it briefly to test the blade. "Prepared," He looked over and eyed her. "more or less."
"Yes," She agreed with the white Youkai. "you seem to have caught me at a bad time."
Amused, he turned his back to her. "Go ahead," He retained her sword.
Cautiously, Yume moved forward, careful to avoid the deep spots. She pulled herself up over the rocks and reached for her clothes by his feet. She avoided brushing against the white garb of the handsome Youkai.
In the dim light, she saw his long white hair, tame and smooth. He was tall, as well and had a suave look to him. His eyes never faltered as she slipped into her clothes, he never turned his head toward her, but only starred at the rising moon. She immediately felt a certain respect for the white Youkai.
"What is your name?" He looked at her over his shoulder, his [I don't know what to call his fluffy thing, short of a boa, so we'll just call it his fluffy thing. (which will spoil moments, I feel...)] fluffy thing hiding his mouth.
She sat, not daring to make eye contact with this white Youkai. "Yume."
He nodded and looked away, his gaze falling on her sword in his hand. "Are you afraid?"
Yume nodded. "Yes. You're a big, white-haired, amber-eyed, white- clad Youkai who may very well mean to kill me. And yet," She paused and took a deep breath. "you have the scent of a mortal, a human, on you. It's confusing and I don't know what to think..."
"I suppose not," He scoffed at her.
Yume shrugged. "So, will you kill me?"
"I should. You're annoying with your tongue. That and..."
She waited a moment. "And?"
"You have his scent on you."
Yume felt chills crawl up her spine along with the return of his hands. Was that the "he" the white Youkai spoke of? She shuddered and began to rub the palms of her hands on her arms. His hands wouldn't leave, why wouldn't he leave her?!
She held herself around the waste, pulling her knees to her chest. His hands touched her, ripping open the scars she thought had healed. Her clothes were torn from her and she screamed.
"Inu Yasha! Help me!"

( ( O ) )

She sat up so fast her neck popped. The nightmare had passed and she knew exactly what made her sweat. She felt hands that were dim and fading slowly. She sighed and gripped her tea dress to her chest.
"How do you know Inu Yasha?" The white Youkai asked from across the small fire.
He was leaning against a tree across from where Yume lay. Yume starred and decided it was best not to try this Youkai's patience.
"He saved me from..." She faltered. "myself and protected me when I needed it most," She locked gazes with him. "Why?"
"He's my half-brother."
"He is?!" Yume felt surprised but she reasoned with herself and took a close look at the white Youkai. His golden eyes and long white hair, mainly, were the pieces that fell into place. "What's your name, then?"
"Sesshoumaru," The white Youkai's eyes flashed an unreadable emotion.