Chapter 4

Dreams, Part Two

A child's laughter. Flowers. Peaceful days near the riverbank. These were the things he dreamed about. Looking back on his long life, he could not recall such things being in his life, but he supposed that dreams did not have to have anything to do with real life. In his dreams, there was never blood, never fighting. All he ever dreamed about were sunny days, laughter, and flowers. On occasion, a pair of sapphire eyes would appear, but mostly, his dreams never changed.

Except for tonight.

Not one for sleeping often, Sesshomaru always looked forward to fields of flowers and following a laughing child through the fields. Tonight, however, his dreams had him carrying an injured woman. She was crying and clinging to him. She was not the child. Her hair was the darkest black he had ever seen, and her skin white as snow, and her eyes bluer than the blue that sometimes appeared in the world of dreams. She was human.

Something was different. Very different. And it wasn't just that the woman smelled different. No. There was power coming off of her. A lot of power. The power was something he had not felt in over five-hundred years. It was raw. It crawled across his skin. It tingled. And yet, the power caused him no harm, there was no ill intent laced within the power. The normal little human woman, who just a few days prior was as weak as any human, now had almost as much power as he did. What had caused the change?

Even being consumed in so much power, there was still something else different about her. The normally bubbly woman, always humming or talking to herself, was strangely quiet today. She was in the holy artifacts room, armed with ancient scrolls, and not making a sound. 'How odd,' the demon mused. He had grown used to her presence and her noises. Sesshomaru wanted to say something to her, to see if she was alright. He did not, however, want to enter that room with her.

In his youth, Sesshomaru had chased after power, he craved it. This power though, he feared it. The artifacts in that room were reacting to her power and he dare not go near it.

Something else was wrong besides the power. Kagome had entered the museum looking haunted this morning and she had not greeted him like she did every morning.

Deciding to wash the day away, Sesshomaru filled the tub with steaming water, turned on traditional music, and dimmed the lights. He sat a cup of tea beside the tub and stepped in the water. As he closed his eyes, his mind began to drift.

Laughter rang in his ears. The scent of flowers danced around his nose. Dreams overcame him. He was a young demon lord once more, roaming the land. The land his father had left to him after dying, the land he had fought hard to keep. How much blood had he lost protecting this land? The bloodshed and violence did not matter, not here in the world of dreams.

Here all that matter was the little human girl, with her yellow and orange kimono and her crown made of flowers. Even though she was a dream, Sesshomaru felt like she was his own child. His heart ached every time she smiled. She smelled of nature, of spring after a rain. Something inside of him cried out, wanting her to be real.

Poison was heavy in the air. What was this place? His father's tomb? He remembered finding it, but he could not recall the details of how he found it or of how his brother came to possess the Tessaiga. He remembered the poison though.

He was dreaming of his father's tomb, but Kagome was present. She was with his brother. Sesshomaru felt like he was watching a movie. He was angry at his brother and trying to kill Kagome. He doused her with poison!

Dreams of the human child and of Kagome plagued him all night. However, the dreams didn't feel like dreams. They felt like memories.

Thanks for reading! I debated making this the fifth chapter, but decided against it. In the next chapter, there will be some back-tracking to Kagome.

Also, about how much cannon will be in this story: I haven't seen The Final Act, but leading up to that, the story is mostly cannon. In the present time, Sesshomaru's character is more accepting of humans because it's been hundreds of years and the world has changed, he has changed. It will be a few more chapters before it is explained about the dreams and the lost memories.

The next chapter will be out hopefully next week, if not then in two weeks.