Disclaimers: I do not own Inu-Yasha

Chapter Three: The Past in Dreams

"I'll help you," a deep voice repeated from behind the girls.

Kagome's head whipped around while Sango turned her head with an annoyed look. Kagome's jaw nearly dropped from the look of this man before her.

He stood tall at around 6' 2", and just looking at his body you could tell he worked out. A strong firm face with piercing blue eyes and short black hair tied into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. Each ear holding two earrings in each lobe, and his left hand had cloth wrapped around it with rosary beads holding it in place.

"What do you want Miroku?" Sango snapped. "Don't think I've forgiven you yet." Kagome threw Sango a confused look.

"But Sango dear, I just don't see why…" But Sango cut him off.

"What are you doing in my room?" Sango snapped.

"But I'm not in your room, I'm in the hall, and I believe everyone is allowed to be in the hall," Miroku smirked as he watched Sango's face twist in anger.

"What are you doing here Miroku?" Sango growled, unconsciously clenching her fist.

"Ever heard the saying three's company?" Miroku asked, shrugging his shoulders in an indifferent manner.

"No, but I have heard of two's company, three's a crowd," Sango sneered, giving Miroku a suggestive look.

"Then you best be on your way Sango dear, because Inu-Yasha is getting impatient," Miroku said in an all too cheery tone. Waving his forefinger back and forth. "That's why he sent me up here," he added as an after thought, placing a thoughtful expression on his face.

"First off… don't call me dear. Second… where do you get at, thinking you can tell me what to do? Third… crap! Lastly… Kagome this is Miroku Harasaki. Miroku, this is Kagome Higurashi," Sango introduced, gesturing from one to the other.

"Hello beautiful goddess! Might I say that you are much too beautiful that no words can describe you! Like I said before, I will gladly help you around tomorrow, make sure you get the ropes, hook things into the right place… speaking of hooking, how about you hook up with me!" Miroku rushed out. He had said all that as he had crossed the room to Kagome. What had taken her by surprise was him grabbing a hold of her hands, more-so was him giving her a suggestive wink when he finished talking.

"Do you ever stop?!" Sango shouted, slapping him upside the head. "Now let me tell you a couple of things. One, don't you ever, EVER use that pick-up line again. Two, is that Kagome is mute… so don't be stupid!" Sango exclaimed in his ear. "Lastly, I want you to…" But before Sango could finish, a loud honk from outside stopped her. "Shit! God Inu-Yasha, can't you wait five more minutes?!" She shouted to no one in particular.

As if whoever Inu-Yasha was heard, an impatient honk came from outside. Sango shook her head and rushed around the room gathering things and throwing them into a black duffel bag. After it was packed, she grabbed the bag and rushed over to Kagome.

"Bye Kagome, I should be back by Saturday!" Sango rushed out as she gave her a quick hug. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" After Kagome gave her a reassuring nod, Sango seemed to relax greatly. "Great! I'll see you soon!" She called rushing to the door.

"Don't I get a hug good-bye?" Miroku asked, pouting and crossing his arms.

"Of course you do, how could I forget about you?!" Sango exclaimed in a mock surprise voice. She went over to him with wide arms. Miroku smiled and opened his arms, ready to receive his hug. As soon as Sango reached him, she slapped his right cheek and kneed him in the guts. "See you monk, and you better watch after Kagome," she hissed in his ear.

With that done, Sango rushed out of the room, shouting one last good-bye to them. As the door slammed, Kagome just stood there shocked, as Miroku laid on the floor groaning in pain.

Kagome grabbed her notebook and wrote something to Miroku in it. Miroku read it as she handed it to him and began to laugh.

"Yeah, I'm fine… I'm used to this," he answered Kagome's confused look. "So it's true… you really are mute."

Kagome just nodded her head in response. Thinking, 'No you maroon! I just tell people that to get kicks out of it!'

"You know… it isn't nice to insult people in your mind," Miroku commented out of no where, as he picked himself off the floor and stared intently at her face. Kagome's eyes widened in horror at the realization of what he said.

'What? How could he know?!' Kagome thought, a little fright running through her. She quickly snatched the notebook out of his hands and furiously wrote on it. She then pushed it into his hands.

"Huh?" Miroku asked in a daze. He looked down to read what was written…and begun to laugh. "Oh my god! You… you think… I'm… psychic!" He laughed out as he fell to the floor.

Kagome's left eye began to involuntarily twitch. 'Do not hit the clown… do not hit the clown… do not hit the clown…' Kagome kept repeating the mantra in her head, trying to control the urge to implant her fist with his cheek. She watched as Miroku kept his laughing going before she threw caution to the wind. 'Ah screw it! The jackass is going down!' Kagome shouted in her mind as she drew her leg back and kicked him.

Miroku groaned in pain before backing away from Kagome. She had kicked him a little too close for comfort where the sun don't shine. He gave her a little scared look before standing to his feet.

"Hey now… no need to get violent," Miroku told her, holding her hands up in a peace offering gesture.

'I'll show you violent fool!' Kagome thought angrily, clenching her fist tightly.

"I told you, it's not nice to insult people in your mind… if you have something on your mind, say it," Miroku commented straight forward. He regretted it later after seeing the fire light in Kagome's eyes. "I meant write it!" He rushed out, beginning to back up, with Kagome advancing forward. "Did I say, say it, I meant write it! Please don't kill me!" Miroku pleaded as he fell backwards over Kagome's bed.

Kagome took the chance and leapt forward. She sat on his chest and pulled a fist back. But before she let it fly, a feeling of something on her butt stopped her. Instead of punching him, she slapped him and kicked him hard, and made sure that this time her aim wasn't off.

"Ow Kagome! That hurts… and I'm not joking either," Miroku moaned out, holding his hands over his crotch rolling back and forth.

Kagome just ignored him as she crossed the room and threw the door open. She turned back to Miroku and gave him a stern look as she pointed out the door.

"But Kagome…" Miroku began as he came back to his senses and caught onto her meaning.

Kagome wouldn't hear it and shook her head as she pointed more vigorously into the hallway.

"Sango will ki…" Miroku started again to plea his case for something.

Kagome though just did not want any excuses and marched over to him and cut off what she believed to be lies by grabbing his ear and dragging him across the room. She pushed him into the hall and slammed the door on his face before he could say anymore.

"Kagome! Come on, I… you can't…" But this time it wasn't Kagome who cut him off, it was a voice from down the hall.

"Miroku! Shut the hell up! It's like 10:30… so get the hell out of the dorm!" The girl shouted.

'Wow! It's that late… when did the time fly?' Kagome thought, leaning against the door to hear the better. She listened as Miroku let out an 'Eep,' before hearing the sounds of his scrambling feet going down the hall.

'Pervert!' Kagome gave a final thought before moving back to trying to get herself comfortable in her new home.

(-.-)

"Kagome sweetie, come here! Come here!" A young woman who looked like an older Kagome said in a babyish voice. Her black hair flowing out of the bun it was held in. "Come here baby!"

"Mama!" A four-year-old looking little girl called out as she ran to the woman.

"There's my baby!" The woman exclaimed, picking up the little girl and swinging her around in circles. "You're my little girl and I'm going to spoil you rotten!"

"Haruka don't tell her that!" A tall, strong looking young man chuckled.

"Shush now Katsu!" Haruka snapped, giving the man a playful scowl. "I'll tell her whatever I want because she's my baby!" Haruka exclaimed, flowering Kagome with kisses.

"Yeah, yeah! Now hand over the girl so I can spoil the princess!" Katsu laughed out as he grabbed a hold of his daughter.

"We'll be together forever, right mama and papa?!" Kagome cheered out of no where.

"Of course!" Her parents answered together.

Suddenly the scene changed from the flowery field to one of a homey environment.

"Mama!' A now eight Kagome cheered, running to the opening door.

"Kagome!" Katsu cheered, catching the jumping bundle of joy. "Your mama will be here in a minute!" True to his word, Haruka soon came through the open door.

"Kagome, I want you to meet your baby brother Souta," Haruka said softly as she showed Kagome the tiny boy in the bundle of blankets in her arms.

"Wow," Kagome said in awe, as she leaned forward to get a better look at the pudgy baby. "Now we have an even bigger family!"

Again the scene change to a more solemn and sad one. There stood Kagome at the age of ten, standing in a black dress before her mom under an umbrella, while the pouring rain kept hitting lightly on the umbrella top. She watched in a daze as the priest spoke in what she thought as another language. She stood still as the coffin lowered into the ground.

"And may the heavenly father watch over his soul as he waits for his friends and family to one day join him. We shall all miss Katsu Higurashi, but know that as a child of god he will be taken care of," the priest finished off as the coffin hit the bottom.

"Kagome honey, it's time to go," Haruka said softly, patting Kagome's shoulder.

"No…" Kagome mumbled. "I don't want to leave papa… he might wake up soon…" Kagome sounded like she was in a trance.

"Kagome…" Haruka began. She didn't know how to explain to her child that her papa won't be coming back. But she tried any ways. "Kagome…papa…papa, he isn't… he isn't going to e waking up. He's dead."

"No…" Kagome whispered. "You and papa told me that we were going to stay together forever…he's not dead! He's just sleeping, and he'll wake up! He's not dead!" Kagome cried out. She fell to the ground as tears took over. Haruka did the only thing she could think to do to her hysterical daughter, so she bent down and tried to comfort her.

Soon everything went back to the familiar pitch-black darkness.

"Everyone you love is dead girl," a deep voice hissed at her. Kagome recognized this voice. It was the one that caused her sleepless nights. "Your father is dead. Now your mother is. Soon you will be if you tell anyone what you saw."

"I won't say a word, I promise." Again she found herself saying that phrase without thinking twice on it. 'But what did I see?' She asked in her mind.

"I will know if you tell… and I'll kill you with my bare hands… or should I say poisonous claws?" The man mused.

Kagome could just picture it in her mind's eye. Some mysterious man stroking their chin thoughtfully while having a twisted grin glued on.

"Have you ever heard of a hanyou little girl?" The voice asked.

"A what?" Kagome was confused. 'Doesn't that mean half-demon? But demons don't exist.'

"A hanyou…half-demon you twit," the man growled.

"But demons aren't real," Kagome blurted out.

"Yes they are… they are as real as you and me, and they are everywhere… you just can't tell because they hide their appearances. Your milkman could be a demon and you wouldn't know. You're afraid. That's good," the voice sneered.

"N-no I'm not," Kagome stuttered, lying through her teeth.

"Don't lie to me girl!" The voice boomed. "I can sense when someone is afraid or lying… and right now I can sense both of those coming from you." The voice paused for a while before speaking again. "You should be afraid of all demons… because they would all be dying to kill a scrawny human girl like you… Especially me, the greatest of all demons, Na…" But before he could finish saying his name, a loud banging noise interrupted him.

"Kagome! Kagome!"

(-.-)

Kagome groggily opened her eyes to the calling of her name. She rubbed her eyes, trying to get use to the light shining in them. She looked to door to find the source of the banging and name-calling.

'I swear, if I could talk, I would curse that jackass off like no tomorrow.' Kagome threatened in her mind as she recognized the voice to be Miroku's.

"Kagome time to get up! If you don't hurry up, then we'll be late for breakfast!" Miroku called from the other side.

Kagome shot the door a dirty look before she grabbed her long denim skirt and blood red T-shirt. She was about to open the door to hopefully shut Miroku up. But someone in the hall helped and beat her to it.

"Miroku shut-up! I'm sure that if this Kagome girl didn't open the door by now then that must mean she doesn't want to see your sorry ass!"

Kagome silently thanked the out-spoken girl as she entered the bathroom for a quick shower.

(-.-)

Twenty minutes later, Kagome emerged from the restroom, refreshed and ready to go. She grabbed her backpack and the laptop Kaede gave her and went to the door. When she opened it, she was surprised to see any impatient-looking Miroku standing before her.

"Well…" Miroku began, as he tapped his foot impatiently. "Are you ready to go?"

Kagome nodded her head with a bright smile. She barely had time to regain her composure when Miroku grabbed her wrist and began to walk down the hall. Luckily, she managed to shut the door before it was too late.

"Sango would kill me if she found out that I didn't help you out today," Miroku muttered as he quickened the pace once they left the dorm.

'I'm not some charity project… and I don't need anyone's damn help.' Kagome thought bitterly. She didn't want to look at Miroku, so she turned her sights elsewhere, like her surroundings. She tried to take in everything around her, but at the fast pace they were going, it was pretty hard.

"This is the cafeteria," Miroku explained, as he pulled her into a fairly large building.

Kagome's jaw almost dropped at the sight before her. The three walls of the room were serving stations, and the whole floor was covered with tables; and that was only the bottom. From what Kagome could tell, there was another floor above them just like it.

"Come on, I'm hungry," Miroku said bluntly, as he roughly pulled her along.

As they were walking, Kagome noticed people staring at her and Miroku. They would look at her and exchange glances or look at her and start muttering things. She was confused until she realized that they were looking at Miroku's hand covering her wrist.

'No! It's not like that!' Kagome wanted to yell at them.

"Hey Miroku, so you finally got a girl eh?" Someone shouted to them.

"What happened to Sango? I thought you wanted her?" Another voice proclaimed.

Soon the whole room was filled with chatter and agreement along the same lines.

"It's not like that!" Miroku tried to shout over the noise. But when he saw no one was listening, he grabbed a plate and smashed it onto the floor. Talking immediately ceased. "Thank you. Now Kagome and I aren't together. She's new and Sango wanted someone to show her around on her first day!" Miroku explained.

"Oh, welcome Kagome!" The room cheered together as one, which kind of scared Kagome.

'This is going to be a long day.' Kagome thought warily as the ends of her smile began to twitch.

(-.-)

Kagome was right, today was a long day. She dragged herself into Miroku's room after being invited.

'Why must every dorm room I go to have to be at the very top of the building?' She asked herself as she flopped onto a bed. The whole day had been a pain for her.

The jest of it was that in every class she was stuck in the back, not that she was complaining; but she wasn't a pushover and didn't appreciate that she was forced to sit in the back. The reason, so she could hook the stupid laptop up to talk to the teacher. The good thing about classes was that there was no assign seats, so Miroku sat next to her in every class.

Another boring thing about school was that well… it was school, and if possible, every class was torture itself. Kagome was bored out of her mind in every class and it took all her will power not to fall asleep.

But the worst part was everyone talking about her. Everywhere she went she noticed people staring at her strangely and talking about her. When she neared a group all conversation would cease. What was she a circus freak?! Did she have a pimple on her nose? What was it that interested the student population into her?

'Damn annoying, snooping people.' Kagome thought bitterly.

"Kagome, I'm going to take a quick shower!" Miroku announced, interrupting her train of thought.

Kagome just waved her hand in an 'I-don't-care' fashion. She listened to the click that told her that the door was closed. That's when she decided to take a look around. The room was almost identical to her own, except for the picture frames on the wall that she just noticed. She wanted to take a closer look at them, so she walked over to the wall.

The first she saw of a young Miroku with Sango and some white haired kid on Halloween. The next was more recent of Miroku, Sango, and some black haired boy. The next looked like a family photo, except it had Sango, Miroku, and a family with a lot of white silverish haired males. She reached her hand out to touch it but before her fingers could touch the cool glass panel, a strong hand clamped over her wrist.

"Who the hell are you?" A low gruff sounding voice growled.

Kagome whirled around and brown eyes met amber. Her eyes widened in horror and fear as she realized something.

'A hanyou.'

A/N: That's all! I'm so glad with the reviews, and I want to give thanks to those reviewers who didn't leave me an e-mail address! I told you I would have this out soon! Well, I've got to go… still feeling a little ill. I'll see you next time in Change of Heart… or the next chapter of this. Whichever comes first! Sayonara!