12:15 A.M.

She sat on the stool in front of her canvas haphazardly. She was a complete mess. Her hair bun was beginning to resemble a bird's nest , her jean shorts were far too worn, shadows circled her eyes, and it didn't help that she was covered in paint. Sango clucked her tongue in a motherly fashion.

"Kagome, please tell me you've slept in the past seventy-two hours?"

The young woman shook her head, a shameless grin curving her lips. "Is that a bad thing?"

The older woman sighed, pushing a two day old microwavable dinner that lay discarded on the floor. At least her best friend was feeding herself, kinda. She knew this project was important to her surrogate sister but sometimes the girl wouldn't sleep for days on end until one of her friends showed up and forced her to bed.

The twenty-four year old turned her cinnamon eyes up to the monstrous canvas that kagome was furiously brushing against, murmuring under her breath about toning, texture, and whatnot. The painting was huge, and Sango was dying to know just what it pictured. But every time she or anyone else would try to sneak a peak Kagome would appear out of nowhere and throw a fit. The young girl's shouts about nobody seeing it until it was complete still rang through her ears.

"Hey Kags, don't you think that it's time you give this a break, at least for a couple days? If you go on like this you could really hurt yourself. Humans are meant to sleep, and if you don't you could drive yourself into sickness, it's just not good Kagome! Why, my mother used to say-" She looked back to the young artist who obvious stopped listening to her some time ago.

Walking forwards she tried again, reaching out to pull on the sleeve of her frumpy shirt. "Kago-"

The girl startled before jumping to her feet and shoving sango back. "Stay away! Stay away! It's not done yet! You can't see it untill it's done! I-"

Sango gripped her friends shoulders, concern etched onto her features. "Alright, alright! I'm not looking my eyes are closed, promise."

The two made it outside the art room and Kagome settled down. Slowly Sango closed the door to the room. "I really think you should sleep."

Kagome's shoulders slumped, finally feeling the full brunt of her exhaustion now that she was no longer distracted with her latest obsession. "Alright." She murmured, dragging herself of into bed, the brown haired woman trailing after her. She didn't even bother to change her clothes, collapsing into her bead, practically passing out.

Sango just sighed again while sitting in a nearby chair, she was going to watch her adopted sister tonight, to be sure the girl didn't wake up at two a.m. and become enthralled in her work once more.

2:01 A.M.

The young woman stretched from were she sat curled uncomfortably in Kagome's bedroom chair. She moaned as her back popped and shifted her eyes to the form that shifted under a dark blue bedspread. The girl really was obsessed, so much that the brown eyed girl considered asking her to consider seeing a consular. Really, she had never seen kagome like this. What could possibly drive the strong girl over the edge like this seemingly out of the blue?

Sango lifted herself out of the chair and towards the hallway, she looked at the sleeping girl once more. If she just slipped into the art room for a moment to look her friend would never notice, right?

Slowly turning the handle to the art room she sure hoped so.

The giant canvas seemed to loom over her, ominous in the room's darkness. She shut the door closed and switched on the room's lights revealing the back of the painting. She nervously ventured forwards, her fingers twitching. She swerved to the front of Kagome's obsession and took a couple steps back to get a better look at the entire thing. Her jaw went slack at what she saw.

Pictured before her was the image of a young Taiyoukai, nineteen to twenty-two in age she would say. His entire body was restrained with thorns, circling around his throat and wrist so tightly she could see where they bite into his skin and drew blood drops, and ripped at his flowing sleeves to reveal china pale skin. He had thick long hair that seemed to glow with a light of it's own, and all she wanted to do was run her fingers through it. A strong yet elegant jaw was set angled at her, as if defiant and arrogant even in his forced submission. The thing that caught her off guard the most were his eyes. They glinted and burned straight into hers, and even though it was just a painting she felt he could see right into her soul, ripping apart her mind in his rage.

She had forgotten how to breath as her heart thumped in her veins. She wasn't sure how she should react. That was when a hand clutched her shoulder from behind, causing her to jump and screech in unison. But she relaxed, if only slightly, when she saw it was just Kagome.

'Oh my Kami! Kagome saw me looking!' Sango bit her lip and glanced at her friend warily, expecting the girl to blow up in her face any minute now. But when she followed the younger woman's gaze it was turned to the young man, not her. A wistful look graced her face, a look of longing in her cerulean eyes. She seemed more bittersweet than angry, Sango wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not.

"I saw him in a dream you know." Her voice close to detachment. "He didn't say anything, neither did I. We just looked at each other...I get this aching feeling in my chest when I think about him. It might be stupid but I feel like if I painted him that I would get to see him in my dreams again." Now she sounded depressed, as if she knew that even if she did dream of the youkai again that nothing would ever come of it.

There was a glimmer of something in Kagome's eye that Sango wasn't sure she wanted to name, she spoke anyways.

"Well you know Kagome, they say that anyone you meet in your dreams is someone you've seen before in real life..."

I feel bad for Kagome! But she has a chance that Sesshy is real, lets just hope she doesn't become a stalker, she already seems unhealthily infatuated as it is!

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