Hey, guys here's the next chapter. Hope the last one wasn't oo boring but at least if ti was, this one will be much better. Yes, ladies and gentleman the co-star of my lovely fanfic has now been introduced.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yuyu/Inu but Kuronue is my mate!


Chapter 4

He had no idea where he was or how he got there, but right now Shuichi Minamino, better known to some as Kurama, was currently having the best damn dream of his entire life. Only this time it was different. His dream woman wasn't taunting him or standing just out of reach for him to grab, as it had been in the beginning.

And although he couldn't see her or picture her face, some how he knew without a doubt, that she was beautiful and oh so captivating. Kami, Kurama took a deep breath, smelling her scent and trying to imprint it into his mind. She smelled so good, so pure and so...nice. It felt so heavenly to be so close to a female, to feel the beating of her heart, as though she was feeling the same things he was. And by Kami, even if he couldn't see her, he could definitely feel her; the way her feminine curves were now pressed and arched above him, the soft brush of her hair as it lay draping their bodies with its impressive length, entwining with his own fiery locks and creating a beautiful combination of fire and coal. The mysterious woman was currently lying on top of his straining body, just barely touching him as she braced herself over top him by her elbows.

Kurama bit back a moan of pleasure as her mouth sought out the rapidly beating pulse in his neck and gently traced it with her hot tongue. He made a move to touch her but found he was unable to, as his arms were unable to move or twitch. He thought maybe she was being slightly kinky and had tied him down, but when he tried to move, his arms just wouldn't cooperate, like they were frozen.

It was too bad, Kurama though darkly as he tilted his head to the side when she buried her face in his neck and shoulders. He very much wanted to get his hands on her, to feel her soft flesh as it bunched and then loosened erotically under his seeking fingers. He wanted to burry his hands in her hair and drag her lips to his so he could press his tongue into her mouth and taste her honey-flavored lips. He wanted to have her beneath him, arching and mewling in pleasure as he drove himself into her pliant body over and over again. But most of all he wanted to hear her scream his name at the top of her lungs as he drove her again and again over the peak and beyond.

Her hands were moving slowly now, down his sides, running over his coarse stomach muscles, and back up again, pinching his nipples playfully and tracing his fine six pack. How she still managed to brace herself above him and still fill her hands of his body, he didn't know. He could sense her amusement and playfulness, as if she sensed his predicament at not being able to touch her. So, my little vixen wants to play, does she? Oh, if only he could move his hands, body, anything. But nevertheless, something was making him powerless and he swore if this wasn't just a dream, he would have had her begging him to take her and make her his in every way; his woman, his mate...his wife.

Wife?

Unexpectedly Kurama shot up off his bed, practically drenched in sweat and panting heavily. His emerald eyes were side open and misted over in barely concealed lust and his hair hung loose and wet around his shoulders. The racing of his heart and raging of his tumulus emotions left an unsettling feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. He made no attempt to stop his heart's traumatic drumming and so was forced to shut down the desire, his eyes shut tight and his teeth practically biting into his lower lips so as not to cry out.

From somewhere deep inside his soul Kurama could feel Yoko, the kitsune half of his soul, begin to stir but the ornery silver fox made no attempt to talk to him and find out why his human counterpart was so riled up. It took much longer for the he himself to settle down and think rationally again...if he ever would after that. He didn't think he could ever think rationally again after experiencing that oh so vivid fantasy.

Finally, after what seemed like ages Kurama settled himself and it was only at that moment when he realized his body was still reacting to the dream, his lower half still quite...er, erect. In that instant, for some incredibly bizarre reason, Kurama found it highly amusing to think of his latest experience as just a common dream. Could it really be considered a dream? Kurama though ruefully. It certainly wasn't normal under any circumstance.

For the past several nights or so, Kurama had been dreaming extensively of some unknown woman who always seemed to make him feel...complete and utterly content. And yet, he knew without a doubt, he'd never met her before. He didn't even know if she was real or just existed in his wildest fantasies to drive him absolutely nuts with need. And for that matter, this was the first night she had ever made an attempt to touch him.

For some reason, this dream seemed slightly different from the others, as well. It had started off the same with Kurama standing in an unknown place, almost like a void or like he was trapped in time. He couldn't see, hear, or taste anything and it almost felt depressing. And then, she would come.

The first night she had simply come from out of nowhere, not so much in person, but in spirit, but Kurama had felt her the moment she appeared in his dream. She had seemed a bit shy and apprehensive, choosing to stay on the outskirts of his mind. But just as he couldn't see her, it was more that he could feel her. Her aura had felt so conflicting that first night, and at the time he had trouble discerning all the emotions which radiated off her like a holy beacon. First she had appeared just as he had and seemed equally bewildered. She had obviously sensed him and tried to make herself seem as small as possible. He found out quick enough that she was also a curious little filly, always watching him, waiting for him to do something. His first dream had ended soon after, during which, nothing really exciting occurred, although he did have the oddest sensation of waking up feeling slightly disappointed….and horny.

And over what, he questioned himself now. That he had, had some bizarre dream about a woman whom he couldn't see, who probably wasn't even real? Kurama had put the dream out of his mind, choosing to beg it off as some sort of hormonal thing, and going on about his daily schedule the next day; going to classes, visiting with his mother and Yusuke and the rest of the spirit detectives. He had almost forgotten it completely; that was until the next night.

The next night, Kurama had the dream again, only this time it was slightly different. For one thing, when he appeared in the void, the mysterious woman was already there. She seemed startled by his presence but had settled in quite quickly, almost as if she trusted him already. This time though, she moved closer to him, as if studying him. She also seemed less timid and more curious and friendly, and he was almost positive he could feel her fingers gently tracing his cheek bone. He recalled then having wanted to touch her as well, to memorize the sweet contours of her face, as though he might recognize her just by touch alone. The second dream hadn't lasted long and Kurama had woken up feeling slightly apprehensive...as if he was waiting for something, or perhaps someone.

Over the next few days Kurama continued having the dreams again and again, and found that they kept getting longer and longer, although they always started out the same way and they always left him feeling such a myriad of emotions; ranging from a deep sense of longing, to an incredible lust he'd never felt for anyone before, and sometimes, even loneliness.

He'd made it a point never to speak of his dreams to anyone, not even Hiei, and Kurama realized that it wasn't so much that he didn't want them to know, as much as he wanted to keep the woman to himself. A sign of things to come; who knows? The dreams were obviously made to teach him something, as Kurama always held the belief that dreams were a form of guidance.

But still his mind was conflicted. Why was he dreaming of some woman he'd never met before? Was she real, alive, maybe even dead? Or was she just some product of his over imagination, brought on by stress and the unbalanced hormones of a 500+ silver kitsune and a typical hormonal human boy? No, for some reason Kurama felt there was more to it than that.

Every night, since the first, Kurama had awoken in the same way; with the oddest feeling of possessiveness, always right after he claimed to want the woman as his wife. And for some reason, that statement alone sent alarm bells ringing through his head. For Kurama had never really considered getting married, or rather, as Yoko would call it, mated. He never really dated either, as he found he couldn't stand most women in general, at least the ones his age or younger.

He'd absolutely despised the girls in his high school, always chasing after him like they were bitches in heat and he was the last man on earth.

That's not to say our little Kurama was a virgin or a prude, by any means, he just had higher standards and only indulged in consensual sex when he needed to take the edge off and reduce some stress. And for some reason, he had never been interested in anyone his age, well his human age anyway. Instead, mostly because of Yoko, Kurama would only indulge himself with older women mostly between the ages of 21-25, who didn't mind one night stands and weren't so clingy and possessive.

And now, to claim in some dream that he actually wanted one woman to cherish and love for life, well lets just say it was a little weird and unsettling for one such as himself.

The strangest part of this whole mystery was that for once the dreams weren't coming from Yoko's half. See, over the years Kurama had grown used to Yoko's dreams, thoughts, and nightmares; for the silver fox had certainly led quite an exciting lifestyle...until he botched a job and had in turn been hunted and killed...or rather forced into hiding in the unborn body of one, Shiori Minamino. Yes, Kurama was used to going to bed at night and dreaming of something Yoko had done or lived through. What he wasn't used to was dreams coming from the human half of his soul.

You might think that seems a little strange, but in reality it is not. See, Yoko had lived a long and sometimes hard life. His dreams nightmares, visions however he chose to categorize them tended to just be memories or glimpses of the past, and more often than not Kurama was merely an observer. But this time, Kurama was sure something was definitely different. For one thing, he had never actively participated in a dream before, much less an extremely steamy one between himself and an unknown female.

So now what was he supposed to do? It was a frustrating and complicated puzzle and one that Kurama was determined to figure out.


Kagome had been home for nearly a month now and her life was slowly, but steadily being put back together. Every day she improved little by little until she could go days without thinking depressing thoughts. It was the middle of summer and she had just turned 19 a week ago, although she had to admit she sometimes felt much older than that. But hey, who wouldn't? How many people could claim they'd lived and breathed history for four years of their young life; that she, along with many brave others, had nearly sacrificed her life hundreds of times, and went head to head with some of histories most lethal demons?

Yes, Kagome had slowly begun to heal, now quite able to look back on her adventure and smile at the things she'd accomplished. She was even filled with a sense of pride at how powerful she'd become. She knew now that she would always cherish the memories her group had shared, and although she missed them all like crazy, she was finally moving on with her life.

The first week back had been the hardest of all after Kagome finally realized Inuyasha wasn't going to hop through the well and demand her presence so they could go back to searching for shards or tracking down Naraku.

On the day of Kagome's return she had, in a slightly cool, detached tone, lest she break down all over again, informed her family, much to their disbelief, of her decision to live in the future from now on. She had not missed the relief in their faces that Kagome was home to stay and realized that she had made the right decision after all.

At first her mother had been sympathetic and loving, offering Kagome soothing words and a shoulder to cry on should she need it. However, Kagome had been determined not to cry and had not cried since the first day. Now, however, Kagome's mother had become sort of over bearing lately and more over protective, always asking if Kagome was all right or if she needed anything. She had become so much more smothering than ever; it was if she was afraid of losing her daughter again. Not wanting to hurt her mother's feelings Kagome allowed her to dote on her most of the time, but whenever Kagome felt like she needed to get away she always sought out a peaceful sanctuary. And her sanctuary usually consisted of the God Tree, her room, or Souta's room. More often than not Kagome could be found lounging around in Souta's room, talking about school and friends and Souta's girlfriend or what not.

Souta, for awhile Kagome had been worried about him; as he had always viewed Inuyasha as some sort of hero. And although he had grown up quite a bit over the years, he still held the hanyou in high regard. Upon hearing that he might never see the hanyou again his eyes had misted over briefly but had Souta refused to let them fall. And for some reason Kagome found herself feeling proud of her little brother for being so strong. He had been such a helpful brother over the past month, always asking Kagome questions about her life in the past, trying to take her mind off the pain of losing them.

Kagome realized it was probably Souta who had helped her heal as much as she had. He was always willing to listen to Kagome talk about her many travels and adventures. He seemed fascinated by his older sister accomplishing all that in so short amount of time.

For a time it was quite painful to talk about them, but eventually Kagome grew to love talking to her brother and soon found herself enjoying the memories. Kagome was grateful for her brother's company, opting to escape to his room whenever her mother was feeling particularly over protective. Kagome had always known instinctively that her mother would never truly understand what Kagome had gone through in the past, how many times she had nearly been killed. Her mother had always seemed to view the whole thing as some sort of fantasy, believing that Inuyasha could do no wrong and that he always protected her little girl. And while that was true in some cases, it wasn't always so.

But Souta knew. Souta knew all the gritty details Kagome had entrusted to him and had promised to never speak of it to their mother.

Kagome was currently in her own private sanctuary, a high branch of the God Tree, as she leaned back casually against the trunk of the large tree. For some reason this tree had always given her comfort in her times of pain and Kagome enjoyed coming to sit in it. She even talked out loud sometimes and she was sure it sometimes listened to her. The aura surrounding the ancient tree always left her feeling safe and secure and as a result Kagome had made it her own hiding place whenever she was in a thinking mode. Through an old spell Kaede had taught her a long time ago, Kagome was able to blend herself and her aura into the tree, thus making her slightly invisible to the naked eye unless you looked real carefully or had a high amount of spiritual or demon power.

Sesshomaru had been on her mind lately and she had to admit she was slightly irked at the demon. For some reason he had yet to contact her and Kagome could only contemplate why that was. She knew without a doubt that he truly was still alive, as she nearly gave herself a heart attack when she saw his picture on the cover of a well known magazine as being one of the world's most beautiful business men.

Her heart had nearly fallen out of her chest when she saw the picture of a tall, black haired gentleman standing in that oh too familiar pose. The man had long black hair, although it was tied back in an elegant braid and cut just a little bit shorter than in the Feudal Era, about to lower back. He'd lost his crescent moon and maroon stripes although Kagome knew they must have been hidden behind a sealing spell. His eyes were a deep, dark ever green color, the shade of the darkest forest. At first glance it didn't look much like the man she once knew, although deep in her heart she knew it was.

So why hadn't he contacted her yet? Maybe he hadn't been able to find her. Although a man like Sesshomaru, and obviously one with money and contacts, should have been able to find her in a snap. So where was he? Oh, if he ever contacted her he was going to be in so much trouble.

Kagome sat in peaceful silence for another few minutes before everything went deathly quiet. Kagome noticed right away that something was wrong when the birds stopped chirping and the wind began whipping her hair noisily behind her back. Everything seemed to just stop and Kagome went on immediate alert.

Suddenly a dagger came flying out of nowhere, causing Kagome to dodge and jump out of the tree to land gracefully on the ground. As soon as she landed she heard the clink of a sword being drawn and quickly released her own, bringing it up just in time to stop the handsome black haired man from piercing her chest. For a moment the two stared at each other, before both moved at exactly the same time.

Pretty soon both were moving so fast that the only thing you could see was the blurring of two shadows. Time and time again the blurs moved together and almost seemed to dance around each other. The clink and clank metal against metal, sword against sword, echoed loudly throughout the shrine yard, catching the attention of Kagome's mother and brother, who were just sitting down to a nice lunch inside the kitchen. At exactly the same moment Souta and Kun-loon dropped their half eaten sandwiches and dashed outside just in time to see a handsome man crash, back first against the God Tree, Kagome poised before him, ready to plunge her sword straight through his heart.

For a long moment the Kagome was silent as her eyes raced over every feature of the man's flawless features, his hair beginning to lighten until it turned into a lustful silver color she missed greatly. Suddenly she smirked, her eyes twinkling with true delight. "You're late," she finally said, still holding her sword to his chest.

The man stood there quietly drinking in the miko's youthful looks, realizing in that moment, just how much he'd missed her during these pass five hundred years. A tiny, barely conceal smirk grew on his face upon hearing Kagome's haughty statement and his eyes flashed with humor.

"Miko, you should know that this Sesshomaru is never late," He spoke smoothly as Kagome caught the amusement in his golden eyes.

And suddenly Kagome was shrieking in joy, dropping her sword, forgetting at the moment, that this was someone who was never one for PDA's, and leapt into the demon's open arms.


Well there it was! I hope I made everybody happy by bringing in Kurama and as a bonus, Sesshomaru! Yay! Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed the last few chapters. For now, it'll be a couple days before I update and I'll be updating on before I release the chapter on this net.

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