Hey guys! Thanks so much for your reviews--I like knowing that other people enjoy my weirdness! ^_^ Okay, this next oneshot is a little different, and one of my favorites. I put my own personality into one of the characters--try and guess who! Okay, I can't say anything else without ruining it.

I don't own Inuyasha. If I did, Kagome wouldn't have dealt with Kikyo for so long. If it were me, I would have made Inuyasha choose between us!

I am a relatively normal girl.

I go to school, and then come home to the modest house I share with my mother and my sister Suki. I repeat the cycle.

Relatively normal. I say "relatively" because I have always felt like I don't fit in my own skin. Of course I love my family, but most of the time I feel like I'm living someone else's life.

During the day I walk the path expected of me. But at night, almost every night, I dream of a man in white. I never see him completely, just long silver hair and a glimpse of warm amber eyes. He turns away from me, and I have the strong urge to follow, so I try, but I never catch him.

He haunts me always.

A girl with an imaginary, nameless, faceless ghost. Like I said, relatively.

Today I sit with Suki, trying to concentrate on the television. She's watching Naruto, and is on a Sasuke-hating rampage.

"Sasuke is an ass," she tells me in a huff. "He didn't have to go all emo and turn evil! And everyone else just wants to help him. Ass. I honestly don't know why I watch this show."

But she does. Faithfully, every week.

I sigh, getting up and deciding to go to bed early. I have been doing that lately. I think it's because I would rather be with my dream ghost than in a boring life that feels like it doesn't belong to me.

Suki looks up at me. "Going to bed again?" she asks concerned. "Are you sure you're not sick, Yumi?"

I force a smile. "I'm sure. Just a little tired."

She eyes me a little longer, but as I walk to my room I hear her yelling, "NO! Gaara can't die! Are you people serious?!"

This night, strangely, I dream of trees. I am running, darting through them as something gives chase. I glance over my shoulder nervously, and feel fear invade my body.

Wolves. I'm being chased by wolves.

I run as fast as I'm able, but I can feel the pack push closer. I try to scream, but no sound comes out. Horrified, I try again, but to no avail.

Suddenly, I trip over a tree root, falling flat on my face. My body shakes with sobs that have no sound, and I feel hot breath on the back of my neck.

I jolt awake. My heart is still racing, and it increases when a pair of amber eyes meets mine.

Sitting up, I glance at the intruder. He stands at the foot of my bed, his silver hair glowing in the moonlight. Even though he is wearing a business suit, I know it is him.

My savior.

The normal thing to do would be to ask who he was and how he got in through my seventh floor window, but for some reason, those questions seem silly. Instead, I just stare.

He speaks first, and his voice sends chills down my spine. "I came for you."

I am confused, even though a part of me understands completely. "I don't understand. Why?"

He steps closer to the bed. Although his expression doesn't change, I feel that he looks perplexed. "Why wouldn't I? You are mine, Rin."

My heart stops. Rin? He must have me confused with someone else, but the name rolled so easily off of his tongue.

"Yumi," I say quietly.

He raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"My name. It's Yumi."

He steps closer, his golden eyes staring right through me. "Yu...mi?" he says, as if testing it. He shakes his head. "You are Rin."

I slowly get out of bed and move towards him. Common sense tells me to keep my distance, but I somehow know that this man will never hurt me. "Yumi," I say again.

To my dismay, my hand moves of its own accord and caresses his shoulder-length silver locks. He makes no move to back away. "You cut it," I say, completely confused of the words tumbling out of my mouth.

"Longer hair is not common in this time," he responds, putting his hand over mine.

This time? Why does he talk as if he has lived through multiple?

Suddenly aware of my situation, I snatch my hand back. "I think you have the wrong girl."

He leans in slowly and cautiously until his nose is in the crook of my neck. I shiver, in fear, or possibly something else, as I feel his warm breath on my collarbone. "No." He murmurs so quietly that I almost don't hear him despite our proximity. Almost reluctantly, I step back again.

His soulful eyes seem to fill with sadness. "Rin, do you not remember me?"

"I am not Rin." I pointedly look at the floor. "You should leave, Sesshomaru-sama."

He was a good five feet away, but suddenly he is standing toe to toe with me. "Sesshomaru-sama?" he inquires, an eyebrow quirked.

Where did that come from? How can I possibly know his name? "I-I don't know what I'm talking about, it's late, and I'm really confused and—" He lifts my chin with his fingers, forcing me to look at him. "—I need sleep, and I have school tomorrow, and Rin is sorry, but—"

My lips are captured by his own.

And I remember.

My hands roam him even after we've parted, remembering the tips of his ears and his callused hands. He is silent, allowing me to do what I please. Finally, I embrace him, feeling tears well up as his arms wrap around me.

"Rin is sorry," I say again, my voice thick with unshed tears.

He kisses my forehead, and I am finally whole again.

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