Yume (Dream)

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I dream. About that vision thing I had, once I found out I am pregnant. Dreams. They slip in and out of my troubled mind like water, none of them sticking. Except for one scene. While awake, the vision I had was fleeting. Illusive. I might not have remembered correctly. The mirage could have just come and gone without second thoughts on my behalf. I might not have remembered, except, it felt so familiar.

I saw a pair of eyes watching me Just eyes. There was no particular emotion in those disembodied eyes. Just empathy and pity. Directed at me. Why am I pitied? My life is going quite well actually. I heard a tune, a haunting melody, perhaps played on an ancient instrument. A forgotten way of life stirred in me as if that pair of glowing orbs represent the grains of time itself. I tried to remember this forgotten life which seemed so important, but the language of time was long dead and everything was long ago forgotten.

These thoughts are breezing through my head. I cannot decide if they most resemble downy clouds or rushing rivers. I cannot hold on to either one, however, so it makes no difference in all honesty.

One thought, I remember. It is of when I was young, six or seven perhaps. I was playing on the playground with my friends. An eerie noise attracted our attention. The noise was soft, now thinking of it, and it was a wonder we could hear it all, for it was emitting from so far away from us. I caught the ball we had been throwing around and looked over. I saw a girl, older than us, twelve or thirteen at the least, and her appearance struck me as rather odd. Her long hair was black with silver streaks to it and I remember wondering if all girls hair went gray at thirteen. Her hair waved in the wind like a proud banner and she sat tall and regal. I was reminded of a queen. She was quite beautiful, but in a wild and fierce way. Her hair was messy, her skin was very pale, and she was barefoot.

Though she sat straight she gave the apperance of having traveled a very long time. That she was eternally tired, yet condemmed to walk forever. Her skin was weathered as if she had seen and knew things no human ought to ever know or see. Alert as ever, she wanted to sit and rest, but the world was driving her onward. Yet, she seemed to enjoy this insane pace of never resting. Her blood raced and to keep up with it she must race like the wind. I was quite in awe of her. She had a large pack sitting next to her brimming with stuff, for her journey, most likely. She was wearing something strange, but it slips my mind what the outfit was.

She was holding what looked to be a conch shell to her lips and her small, delicate, clawed fingers danced gracefully over it. Bullies, a large group of the older boys and girls who loved to pick a fight and tease random people, were throwing rocks and twigs at her. She took no obvious notice. She had cuts and bruises all over her slender body. A rock flashed by and a long red cut appeared on her cheek.

She stopped playing the shell and slowly lowered it to her lap. She stood up, grabbing her pack roughly, and walked slowly to the fence, all the while giving off the air of someone who knew something you didn't and would never tell you no matter how much you pleaded and begged. Her eyes, which had been closed all this time (I had thought that maybe she was blind,) and looked straight at me. Her eyes were wide and strange. They were golden. Just like the ones I saw over Inuyasha's shoulder.

She stared at me for a long moment, so long I became frightened, then she smiled. Her smile was many things; cynical, cunning, evil, bloody, insane, wise, joking, sad, lonely, desperate,trying to contain laughter and had the look of either someone who had said something clever, or someone who knew a surprise which was about to happen to you and would be quite amusing for whomever happened to witness the surprise.

Then, suddenly, she winked, then lept over the iron fence in one single fluid movement. I wondered if I had imagined the wink or not.

Remembering this eperience, I sit bolt upright. I am sweating profusely, much to my dismay. It's pitch black and I can feel Inuyasha sit up next to me. He grabs my shoulders and looks at me anxiously, almost shaking me.

"Kagome, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

I nod absently, still fixated on my dream. I look at him and, seeing his evident worry, try a small smile. It fails. I'm shaking all over, as if I'd seen a ghost. Maybe I had.

Memories of ghost stories entailing a beautiful, if skittish, heroine being haunted for some cryptic reason echo through my still ringing ears. I dismiss them quickly, she didn't seem like a ghost. Than what did she seem like? Like a demon. Numbly, I stare at Inuyasha. His own golden eyes glow, concerned, in my direction. It isn't fair for him to be left in the dark so I decide to clue him in. I close ,my eyes a second and take a deep breath.

"Inuyasha have you ever seen a girl with golden eyes?"

My question hangs in the air, awaiting an answer, like a crystal about to shatter, and I realize how ridiculous and stupid it sounded.

He looks at me, curious, and opens his mouth to say an obvious no, when he pauses. He looks startled, then closes his eyes. I can hear him muttering to himself. I lean in closer to him, so his almost inaudiable words can be heard. What I hear him say makes my blood boil, then run cold and my heart stop.

"I remember her, she was with me. Always. She never left me. Ever. My guardian angel. She's till with me. I love her."

Author's note:

Well, Meghan are you happy NOW? So who is this sytrange girl with the golden eyes and the shell-flute? Why is Inuyasha in love with her? What happened to Miroku, Sango, and Shippo? Isn't this supposed to be a kagomexinuyasha pairing? Why am I asking all these stupid questions when I should be working on the next chapter? Find next time! Wahahahahahahahahaa! (sorry, I am high on water!)

Rurouni Kai