AN: I recently watched The Ring 2. Do NOT tell me I ripped off their idea. I swear I had this typed up waaay before. I just figured it too short to post as a chapter, but I feel it needs to end the chapter there on a suspenseful edge. Neh? NO - I DID NOT TAKE ANY IDEAS HERE. Now I'm kind of reluctant to write anymore, but this plot's different. Yesh. It is.

Guilt washed over me. I slowly trailed behind Inuyasha, wrapping his fire-rat clothes around me tighter. Everything just felt so wrong right now. It was all just spinning into this endless circle of torture for me.

…was I getting poetic with my problem?

It's all so confusing. First, he was comforting. Then he was angry. And now he wants me to go home… this is the first time since… he pushed me into the well and took the Shikon shards… oh wow.

I never meant for things to be like this. I didn't want this nightmare. I didn't want these visions.

Will someone please help me?

Nightmares and Visions

Headaches

By: bs

I know that taking Kagome back to her time wasn't the best thing in the world to do, seeing as how corrupt her time is, far more than mine. The people there are so sly and use disgusting trickery, those bastards.

At least in my time the demons, the evil things here are blunt, and don't cower in shadows.

I just want her to get better… that's all I want…

Saying good-bye to Inuyasha at the well was awkward. He shifted his eyes and shuffled his feet.

Is he tiring of me? Of my constant problems with his time? The problems I usually cause?

Sighing, I greeted everyone and quickly went to my room. Whatever that was affecting me, was gone. I hope so much that it is.

The little boy was – or is – just too much to bear. I tried to recall his face, but I couldn't. Maybe my brain blocked it out because it was just too much for me?

There was a familiarity to his face, I can still feel it… but who does that little boy remind me of?

of your son of course mother… why can't you remember your own child?

I gasped, and felt this overwhelmingly cold feelings travel all over my body, making me numb.

don't worry mother… I just want to show you some things… you seem frightened… why?

His voice was taunting me, and I tried to scream. I tried to cry… to talk… to say anything… just so long as I uttered a noise…

But there was something wrong. The numb feeling had made me a mere china doll, lying limp on my bed. It was so wrong.

not that wrong mother. I'm here to take care of you, don't worry. You should be scared of the things I show you more than me.

'But why?' I thought to myself, seeing as I could not talk… I could not run from my fears… I could only face them… and with what little sanity I had left in me…

because you have to protect yourself and you can't if you don't know what you are up against dearest mother

'But why do you keep calling me mother?'

because… you are my mother…

"You are so whipped."

"I am not. Shut up."

Why would that damn monk not stop nagging me?

"You are. What else can the whipped little puppy do but sit by the well and mope until his mistress comes back eh?"

"What can the loser monk do besides nag at Inuyasha?" I mocked him in a high-pitched tone. He ignored that.

"What else can the moping puppy do besides call himself in third person?"

"What else can the perverted loser do besides moan about his pathetic love life?"

"I don't moan about it. And it's not pathetic."

"Maybe you're gay."

"…"

I should have tried that tactic when he first started irritating me. Heh.

AN: I feel bad about not updating, but there's not much you can do when you're dead tired. The work just won't be the same. I WILL continue this story though, so fear not! And if anyone's irritated by the "humor" I am pitifully trying to insert into here, it's because I just can't choose between my two main genres, comedy and angst. ahh!