The Meaning of a Dream

I'm SOOO sorry about not updating sooner. It's just that there's so much crap going on and Vollupra never called me to help me with the story so ya… I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Don't even ask!

When Kagayasha awoke, he appeared to be in a strange forest. He looked around in search for his sister but couldn't see her anywhere. Suddenly a tiny cat stepped out of the bushes and stared at him. The cat was cream-coloured with black markings on its back, tail and ears. The strange cat also had red eyes and, surprisingly enough, two tails.

"Are you lost little kitty?" he asked in a cute voice, "Come here kitty, kitty." He took a small step forward trying to comfort the cat, taking that step was his first mistake.

The small kitten was briefly surrounded by flame, and when it dissipated it was totally changed. The small cat was now a big cat, and had grown sabre-like fangs. Before Kagayasha could even blink the large cat tackled him to the ground. Out of fear, Kagayasha fought back desperately, his tiny claws tearing at anything he could lay his hands on.

Despite his efforts the large cat had him pinned to the ground easily without receiving so much as a scratch, while he was covered with bruises and his arms and face splattered with blood. The cat lifted one huge paw to deliver the final blow when Kagayasha's reason gave way to instinct.

"Please," he begged, "Please don't hurt me."

The cat showed no signs of even hearing him when a young, slender woman stepped out from behind a tree. The woman wore pink and black armour, and had a boomerang slung over her shoulder. Her dark hair was tied back and she had dazzling brown eyes.

"Help!' he called out to the young woman as the cat regarded him hungrily with its blood red eyes. The woman looked at him strangely, eyeing him up and down until her eyes rested upon his dog-like ears—which he had always been ashamed of—and his strangely coloured eyes. She frowned visibly.

"Slice that demon open Kilala!" she shouted finally. 'Kilala' (he assumed that was its name) brought her face closer to his and growled, as if to make it more agonizing than it already was.

"No, please don't," he begged her, "I'll do anything, just don't kill me. I'll do your math homework and everything just don't hurt me…" His voice trailed off as he did the best he could to hold back his tears, but with no avail. A tear here and there ran down his cheeks as the woman looked at him strangely. She finally made a motion to tell Kilala to retreat away from him.

He sat up, nearly sobbing with relief, and opened his mouth to thank her, but, before he could get a word out, she had pulled out a rope and, walked to his side and bound him tightly. Then she pulled out a small rag (thankfully it was clean) and gagged him. Then she picked him up and flung him on to Kilala's back. He made several unintelligible noises, pleading that he could do her English homework too if she wanted, but she wasn't listening.

Jumping on the cat herself, the cat's paws ignited into flame and leaped into the air. For Kagayasha this wasn't good. He was deathly afraid of heights, it had something to do with Inugome throwing him on the monkey bars when they were little. He tried not to look down but his eyes were drawn to forest floor below, and the trees grew smaller and smaller and they rose higher and higher.

The cat continued with its long strides through the air as Kagayasha buried his face into Kilala's fur and wished he had a free limb to hang on to dear life with.

Twenty Agonizing Minutes Later

The cat landed roughly in what appeared to be the middle of a village. 'I must be somewhere out in the country.' he thought as he regarded the small buildings made of stone and wood. Then the woman picked him up and flung him back off Kilala's back. Using the edge of a huge boomerang, she sliced through the bindings around his legs and instructed him to follow her.

They continued through the village that was filled with villagers dressed in an ancient style of clothing. He began to wonder how many places could possibly be this primitive. They stopped at a wooden hut not far from the edge of the village. Before entering the woman bound up his legs again and pushed him roughly into the hut.

'I'm going to have SO many bruises in the morning if she keeps throwing me around like a rag doll'

10 Minutes Later

Kagayasha was sitting in a corner, as comfortably as one could be when they were bound and gagged. The woman sat by a small fireplace stroking the now little
Kilala, all the while staring at him as if trying to recognize him. He suddenly realized she had not said two words to him since… well since he met her. He realized he was frowning at her and while he was frowning she was studying his face more carefully.

Suddenly the door clanged open as four people entered the small hut. One of them appeared to be very old, with long greying hair and a bow slung over her shoulder. There was also a young man with short dark hair, and who wore clothes that appeared to be the clothes that monk used to wear ages ago. On his shoulder sat what looked like a little kid with pointed ears, red hair tied back in a ponytail and a large bushy tail. But most peculiar of all was a young woman, around fifteen, whose hair appeared almost blacker than black and her eyes were the darkest brown he had ever seen. The strangest thing about her though was not the bow and arrows she held, it was her clothing. It was exactly like the uniform of the high school he and his sister would be attending after the summer.

They all peered at him intently as if were some kind of caged animal in a zoo. Finally, the man dressed in monk's clothing spoke,

"Are you cheating on me for a younger man Sango?" He asked, a strangely perverted smile crosses his lips.

The girl he had addressed as Sango—in fact the woman who had captured him—responded be leaping up and slapping the monk across the face, leaving a very red handprint.

"Who's that? Why is he tied up? Why'd you gag him? Did he talk too much?" said the said red head child. Then he walked to where Kagayasha sat and began again. "Did you know if your hair was silver and 20 inches longer, and you weren't so scrawny and short, you'd look exactly like Inuyasha?"

"Shippo," the old woman began, "How many cups of coffee did you have?"

"Just four." Shippo replied happily.

"And how much sugar did you have?"

"Just 8 of those little packet thingies."

"In each cup?"

"Cup? Who said anything about a cup? Can you even put sugar in a cup?"

The old woman shook her head and rolled her eyes and then looked at young woman standing beside her. But the young woman seemed absorbed in studying the fearful boy in the corner. 'He really does look like Inuyasha, doesn't he?' she thought to herself.

Shippo continued to bounce up and down, his off-topic questioned popping into the air while Kagayasha stared at him in disbelief that something so small could have so much energy.

"So why'd you tie him up Sango?" Shippo finally asked.

"Well, he and Kilala were fighting, and I figured she had a good reason to. The only reason I left him alive was because he looked so pathetic begging for mercy." Sango answered. Several defiant noises came from the corner, as the captor tried to say he was not begging.

""Maybe we should untie him." The woman in the school uniform said.

"Awww. Come on Kagome! I worked so hard on tying all the knots." Sango whined.

"Why Sango? Do you want to keep him as a pet?"

"MIROKU!" Sango yelled as she hit Miroku in the face yet again.

"Okay, then can we least ungag him?" Kagome asked, rolling her eyes at Sango and Miroku.

"Why'd you gag him anyway?" Shippo asked.

"Because he was really annoying and he was talking about weird things. I believe it was something about math homework. Must be some kind of technique." Kagome nearly fell over laughing when Sango said this, and Kagayasha had a slight look of amusement in his eyes.

They took the gag out of his mouth, sat down in front of him, and proceeded to interrogate him.

"What's your name?" Kagome asked.

"Ka… Kagayasha." Kagayasha stuttered hoarsely. His throat was terribly dry.

"How'd you come to be here?" Sango asked.

"Well," Kagayasha started, taking it WAY to literally, "My mommy and Daddy loved each other so…"

"That's ok. We really don't need to hear it." Sango said, blushing furiously.

"No, No. Do go on." Miroku said, a perverted look on his face.

"SHUT UP!" everyone yelled at him.

"No," Kagome shook her head, "She means how did you come to be in the Feudal Era?"

"The Feudal Era?" he replied, looking confused, "Is that where I am? If that's true then there is only 2 possibilities: one I'm dreaming, two I've done some kind of scientific experiment." Everyone looked at him strangely except for Kagome, who looked on the verge of laughing.

Then something he had ignored burst into his head,

"Where's my sister?" He burst out.

Somewhere In The Forest
Somewhere deep in the forest Inugome was receiving bone-crushing blows from a grotesque demon with razor-sharp claws. Inugome had survied blow after blow for several minutes and was now crumpled in bloody heap on the forest floor. The demon approached her swiftly, and Inugome reached out with a small claw and attempted to swipe at the demon, with no avail. She watched in horror as the demon stood aside and the repulsive creature leapt through her pathetic defences and quickly pinned her to the ground. As the demon prepared to deliver the final blow but suddenly collapsed to the ground with a large scimitar like sword protruding from it's back. A lone figure pulled the sword from the monsters back and used the demons ugly brown kimono to clean of the blade.

The man who had saved her looked so much like Kagayasha she would have thought it was if she hadn't seen him in one of her dreams. He looked exactly the same. Long silvery-white hair and golden eyes. He was pretty tall and had long claw-like fingernails. Also two little dog-ears—much like her own—stuck up from under his hair. He slowly turned to face her with his piercing golden gaze.

"What are you doing here?" he said harshly.

That golden gaze drove fear into her heart as she toppled backwards in a dead faint, blackness enfolding her in its welcoming caress.

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I hoped it was okay. If you got any ideas, I'm open for them and any Japanese words are greatly appreciated. I'll hopefully update soon!

Nicola Silvera