Disclaimer: If I had enough money, I would buy them…but I do not, so Inuyasha (And any other characters created by Rumiko Takahashi) is not mine. Kida is though! My character! Hehe!

(A/N: I realized that no one reads my story…so I decided to forget the whole 10 reviews thing. No one loves me.

Tsubasa-No-Kami 21 – Thank you for your review! I appreciate each and every one of them!

Completely-Lost-In-My-Head – Thank you for your opinion! I hope that the action has/will get better. The first chapter was really just an intro into the story. Thanks for the review!

And now…Chapter 3!)

CHAPTER 3: A DREAMLIKE STATE

The wind picked up, blowing the dog demon's long silver hair across his face. The blow played on his face and danced on his long robes. The moon was hardly visible, hidden by soft clouds that seemed to have ceased their travel across the sky, and yet the stars seemed untouched. They shone and winked at the hanyou, as if hinting to him of the wonders that approached. At this thought, he sensed a presence behind him. Sniffing the air, he recognized the fragrant odor of peach blossoms and sweet corn that seemed to radiate from the smooth skin of his love. Turning around, he saw her. She was standing right behind him, her hair pinned up with two chopsticks, her long black kimono camouflaged in the darkness.

"Sesshoumaru." She spoke his name, so softly, so kindly. He had never been more in love with any other sound than that of his name falling from her supple lips. He smiled at her, his canine teeth glowing. He heard her gasp as a particularity cold breeze cut through the air. He took a few steps to her, stopping when he stood in front of her, hiding her in the shadow of his sinewy form. Her hands drew up his sides, resting on his muscular arms, below his biceps. He drew his arm around her frail body, pressing himself into her. She gasped again.

"Sesshoumaru." She seemed to be protesting to his actions. He looked down, into the eyes of the only person he had ever loved. They were shining, but not with tears or joy. No. It was fear.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his tone questionable, searching for the answer to her pain. She turned her face away from him, and a lone tear sparkled as the stars had as it traced its way down her cheek. Gathering her chin in his hand, he turned her face until amber eyes met blue pools.

"What is it? What have I done?"

She did not answer, but buried her face in his chest. Kida breathed in the deep pine sent that was her hanyou. He smelled like trees and grass and air. Her fingers played with his hair behind his back, fiddling with the ends and brushing them down through the non-existing knots. She closed her eyes, and tears pushed their way out.

She knew he was worried about her. She was acting so strangely, but something was bothering her. She couldn't keep it in anymore. Pushing away from him, she met his startled eyes.

"Sesshoumaru? You're going to hurt me, aren't you?" The hanyou was shocked at these words. He didn't think that she thought so low of him as to even consider him hurting her. He shook his head in denial of her words.

"No!" he said, almost shouting. "I would never hurt you. Why would you think that?"

"I don't think you would physically hurt me. But you will hurt me. I know it. You will hurt me, and leave me. I know it. I know it." The young girl in his arms broke down into disconcerting sobs that racked her body. Sesshoumaru didn't know what to say. He was speechless, his mind whirling. He would never hurt her. He knew that. He loved her, he wanted to protect her, and he wanted to be with her forever. He would never hurt her. Never.

"Never." He said aloud. He grabbed Kida, rather roughly, at her arms, causing her to look at him with a tear stained face. "Never." He repeated, his eyes never leaving hers. "I love you Kida. I will never hurt you. I'll die first."

Kida heard his words, saw them in his eyes. The truth was there. He was telling the truth.

"I love you too, Sesshoumaru." She said, her voice a shaky whisper. Their lips met, sealing their trust and love is a soft kiss.

Sesshoumaru's ears perked up as birds began to chirp good morning to each other. He had never enjoyed the pesky little monsters that they were, but this morning he welcomed their joyous songs. His eyes opened, but winced back closed due to the blinding sun. He kept them closed, breathing deeply in the aroma of the morning that swelled around him. His mind traveled back to the dream. He remembered the way she had said his name, the feelings he had for her. The feel of his lips as they came down upon the soft pink petals that were hers. And yet, though he could remember so many things about her, her name could not be brought into his conscious mind. It would bother him all day, but he would get over it. At least, until that night. Sighing, he sat up and watched Rin chase his frog-demon servant around the burnt out fire.

"Jaken." He said, his voice a monotone dribble.

"Yes, my lord." Said the faithful demon.

"Let her catch you."

Jaken stared open-mouthed at his lord, aghast at the demand. Rin grabbed him from behind, singing.

"Jaken, Jaken

How are you?

Jaken, Jaken

I've got you!"

The toad-demon rolled his eyes at the young girl, who was now laughing and twirling in a circle, celebrating her victory in the early morning chase. Sesshoumaru viewed the scene, smiling inside. On the outside, he showed nothing.

"Jaken."

"Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru?"

"Pack up. I want to leave as soon as possible."

Kida stirred on the mat she was sleeping on. She opened her eyes, heart racing for a moment as she looked around the small wooden hut she was located in. Memories of the evening before propelled their way back to her mind. She was in Feudal Japan with Kagome. It wasn't a dream, but it seemed so unrealistic as to be something from the fantastic mind of a gifted author. But it was real, and she was living it. That thought was rather invigorating. Knowing that something enchanting and magic was happening to you, and that it wasn't just in your mind alone.

'And Kagome is here too.' She thought to herself. Kida sat up and rubbed her eyes with her palms. She stood then, dressed in the short black skirt and red tank top that she had been wearing the night before. The heirloom locket was hanging around her neck.

Kida picked up her black kimono that she had folded at beside her before she had gone to sleep.

'I guess it was good that I brought this.' It was a cold morning, and the shallow winds bit at her skin as Kida stepped outside. She greeted Kagome, who was playing with the kitsune, Shippou. Kagome was trying to teach him how to play kick-the-shoe, but since he didn't have any, he was wearing one of Kagome's. Needless to say, it was a bit too big for him. He kept falling over, or kicking the shoe right above him so that it hit the small demon on the head when it descended. It was actually very funny, and everyone was laughing (including Shippou), save for the man in red, who was up in a tree viewing the scene with a look of bored interest on his face. He was a stubborn one, Kida could tell, but it seemed that he and Kagome were really close.

'Could he be that guy that she's always talking about? The one who cheats on her with his ex? He seems like the type to do that.'

Kida was brought out of her mind by the foreign feeling of a hand on her butt. She screeched and spun around, her hand slapping across the face of the so-called monk, Miroku.

"Miroku!" Kagome and Sango yelled at the pervert, their voice sounding like one. Sango then hit him on the back of the head, and the lecherous holy man bowed in forgiveness.

"My apologies, fair lady." He said. "But I was wondering if you would bear my child?"

Kida was taken aback, and very flustered. Did this guy just ask if she would bear his child? Her voice came out as a stammer.

"Wh-wh-what?!" Kida was thoroughly shaken; her face was as pink as it had been last night after talking her thoughts aloud. She heard Kagome laughing from behind her before her friend grabbed her arm, rather protectively.

"Miroku, Kida is not going to have your child."

The young monk seemed disheartened by the news, and he turned away from the two teenage girls, only to find his face in the chest of the demon slayer who had been standing behind him.

"Good morning, Sango."

SLAP!

(A/N: Hahaha! I mean…poor Miroku! Anyway, I hope this chapter was liked!

Miroku: I didn't like it.

Sango: That's cause I hit you.

Miroku: It hurt!

Sango: Shut up you big baby!

Miroku: Speaking of babies rubs her butt

SLAP!

Kida: Here we go again. Anyway…please review!)