Hey everyone. I love your questions and if I think they're relevent I'll answer them. NO, I won't answer the ones like "what's gonna happen?" and the ones that are guessing as to what's going to happen in the story as I know you were all hoping to get, but here are more replies to some good questions and comments.

Sesshomaur'sLuver: Hey, I noticed your comment on the lengths of the chapter. Some or short, some are a little longer depending on how much information I feel like it's necessary to reveal to still keep you hanging. LOL. They're all fairly short just to keep the attention span. I used to have REALLY long chapters, yeah, uh, NEVER AGAIN! LOL. :)

TIgerFantasy17: No, I haven't read spoilers. I don't desire to. I want to be surprised. I think I already know some stuff anyway just from hearing it around, either here or with my friends at school, but anyway, nope, never read spoliers and NEVER will. LOL. :)

Chapter 10

"Tohru, you're perfectly healthy," Hatori said, allowing his stethoscope to rest around his neck.

"Hatori, I'm just scared, I mean, now I fully understand what Kyo was talking about, they seem so real, like more than a dream," Tohru replied to explain.

"It may have seemed that way but it was only a dream," Hatori assured her. She sighed unhappily and trudged out the door as Hatori's eyes followed her worriedly.

So now Tohru's had one. There's only so much I can do to hide it, but I can't do it for long. Hatori sighed, shaking his head.

Kyo's dreams had continued and were starting to worry him. He didn't know why he kept having so many dreams about himself and Tohru as children. They all seemed so real, as if they were more like flashbacks than dreams. Tohru was right, they had to mean something, and if Hatori wouldn't tell him maybe Kazuma would. Kazuma, the master of the dojo with long, gray hair pulled back into a low ponytail flowing down his back, was the one person Kyo trusted, besides Tohru of course. Kazuma had taken him in as a child after his mother died and his father disowned him. Kyo had lived most of his life with him learning martial arts. Kazuma treated him as a son when he had never really treated him as a father. The only affection for Kazuma that he revealed was calling him "master" whereas every other student called him "teacher," well, every other student besides the Sohmas, which the only other Sohmas to take martial arts were Yuki and Hatsuharu. Kyo, being the oldest of the three, called him "master" and the other two followed. The rest of the family knew him as "master" from Kyo, Yuki, and Hatsuharu, since Kazuma was a Sohma the rest of the family was associated with him whether they took martial arts or not. As he entered the dojo Kazuma looked up, surprised to see the boy.

"Kyo," he said.

"Master," Kyo said, coming closer to the man.

"I didn't expect to see you here today, is something wrong?" he asked, a hint of worry sparkling in his eyes.

"I need to ask you about something," Kyo said.

"Well, tell me, I don't have classes for another hour," Kazuma said, sitting down on the floor as Kyo joined him.

"Master, I've been having these strange dreams lately, even since New Years," Kyo started. Kazuma just nodded as if urging Kyo to continue. "They're all about me and Tohru as children, about three or four. They just seem so real, almost like memories. Tohru thought they meant something and at first I didn't believe her, but now I'm beginning to wonder." Kazuma just sat there and Kyo saw a glimpse of the same expression he had seen in Hatori's eyes earlier.

"Well, did anything special happen before you started having these dreams?" Kazuma asked.

"Well, Tohru and I danced," he said sheepishly, blushing a bright red. Kazuma grinned briefly and then his face became serious again.

"They're just dreams, Kyo," he said,

"Master, Hatori told me the same thing but I just have this strange feeling that he's hiding something," Kyo said, looking Kazuma straight in the eyes.

"What could Hatori be hiding?" Kazuma asked.

"I don't know, but something just doesn't seem right," he said, somewhat frustrated, as Kazuma sat there, worry growing every second.