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*enters nervously* *ducks away from the mushy vegetables being thrown at me* Er, has it really been six months? Oops. ^_^' Sorry. I got completely stuck on this chapter. Huge writers block. But no worries, the next chapter is already in process, so the update will be within the month. Er, before February I mean! Promise!

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Chapter Eight.

A scream sounded out just ahead, but was cut off immediately. A thrill of adrenaline rushed through his veins as he raced forward. He grabbed his sword, easily sliding his hand into the familiar place as he drew it. The demon ahead had no chance. He leaped up, feeling the wind rushing past him, bringing his sword down on the creature. But suddenly, his sword was gone, and he was standing before the demon with only his claws. The demon moved, and he saw that there was no moon in the sky. A piece of hair fell into his eyes. It was black.

He gasped and turned to run. A figure was in front of him, tall and proud. "You're weak," the figure snarled, stepping out of the light. He had long silver hair, and marks on his face. "You're weak and pathetic, half-breed!"

"Half-breed!"

"Half-breed!"

The word echoed in his ears over and over again. "Half-breed!"

"You're just a filthy half-breed," someone growled at him. He couldn't recognize the person, but the words sunk into him like a knife.

"You're disgusting." A person spat at him, another kicked him.

"You're different," a girl with warm brown eyes said softly. She smiled gently. "But I love you anyway." He reached for her, but she suddenly drew a bow and shot an arrow at him. "I hate you!" she shouted.

He was confused, as the pain he expected from the arrow never appeared. Blood seeped from the wound, but he couldn't feel the agony he expected.

"Why don't you just leave?" Another person who hated him.

"What a sorry half-breed," someone else snorted.

"What a sorry pet I have too," came another voice. "Not even a pure-breed."

And then came the pain, stabbing violently, clawing at his brain, his chest, his heart. "Not even a pure-breed," the voice mocked. "You're disgusting, a horrid disgrace!" "You're weak!" "You don't deserve to be here." "Why are you still alive?" "I hate you!" "I hate you!"

"I hate you!"

He screamed, clutching at his head as the voices swirled around him, jeering at him, teasing him mercilessly. "Filthy!" "Vile!" "Disgusting!"

"Stop it!" he screamed. "Stop it!"

A girl appeared in front of him. Her face was blurry but her voice was clear. "You're not even a pure-breed," she taunted. "How could you ever think I cared about you? I never did, no one has."

"Shut up!"

"You're weak, you know," she continued. "You can't even protect those you care for."

"SHUT UP!" he shrieked, backing away. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" He fell to his knees, repeating over and over again, "Get away, get away. Shut up."

"You're weak!" the girl yelled at him. "Don't you ever forget that!"

And then the demon appeared, towering over the girl, and staring at him with dark eyes. "Say good-bye, Inuyasha," he hissed, and the world was crashing down, the agony was unbearable, the darkness was closing in. He was suffocating, he couldn't escape, he was really going to die, he was...

Katashi jerked awake, sweating violently, and shaking uncontrollably. He fumbled with the covers before falling out of his bed, and landing on the floor with a loud thump. He clutched at the night stand a moment, trying to regain his breathing as his vision swam before him.

He stood up shakily a few minutes later, still gripping his nightstand. The dream was still clear in his mind, and it ran through his mind like a broken record. Again and again he could hear the voices, see the girl, hear her speak.

What did the dream mean? Demons, swords, half-breeds, pure-breeds. Why were all those people disgusted with him? Who were they anyway? And those two girls, who were they? They seemed so similar, and yet so different at the same time. It felt like they had betrayed him somehow, but he had never met them before...had he?

The entire dream confused Katashi. Especially the ending. Why had that demon called him Inuyasha? Wasn't that the Higurashi girl's ex-boyfriend's name?

Suddenly, it hit Katashi. "Oh god," he whispered out loud. "I just dreamed that I was Kagome's ex-boyfriend." It made sense, the silver hair he had, what that demon called him.

No, wait. This didn't make any sense whatsoever. Why was he dreaming about demons? Demons don't exist! Only in old fairy tales that crazy old people like to tell do they exist. And he had dreamed that this...Inuyasha person was a demon too. And then...

"God, this makes no sense," Katashi yelled out, grabbing the nearest item and throwing it into the wall. It hit with a loud crash, before falling back onto the floor. It turned out to be Katashi's alarm clock.

Katashi flinched at the sight and scrambled forwards, picking it up and gingerly setting it back on his night stand. "Mom's going to kill me," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

He quietly left his room and padded down the hallway to get a drink of water. As he set the glass back down, he glanced outside. A pair of golden eyes were staring back at him.

Startled, Katashi cried out and dropped his glass. It shattered on the floor, the glass shards flying everywhere and the water seeping under his feet. He leaped backwards, cursing as he stepped on a piece of glass. He winced, and grabbed a chair, sitting down abruptly. He pried the shard out, before once again looking up, searching the yard intensely. The eyes, if they had even been there, were gone.

"I'm going insane," Katashi whispered to himself. He stood, and carefully tested out his foot. He confirmed it was good enough to walk on, and limped over to the sink, wiping off the blood and pasting a band-aid over the cut.

Katashi surveyed the kitchen. Glass was everywhere, but miraculously, or unfortunately, no one had woken up.

By the time Katashi collapsed on his bed, it was nearing four o' clock. He stared up at his ceiling, thinking over the dream and the golden eyes that he could've sworn he saw. "What the hell is happening?" he said, not even sure who he was asking. He turned around and punched his pillow angrily. "Dammit, what the hell is going on?!"

He was silent for a moment, thinking. "Inuyasha," he said, testing the name on his tongue. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes. He was having dreams about a guy who he apparently looked identical to. He felt that he was going insane. And this guy's girlfriend probably knew what was going on. "Kagome Higurashi." He spoke the name out loud, the realization setting in. That girl probably knew what was going on. She could tell him about Inuyasha, and why he was having nightmares through another person's eyes.

As soon as he had the chance, he was going to march up to that girl and demand answers. Tomorrow was Friday, and that was the perfect time to catch her, right after school got out.

"I'm going to find out what's going on," Katashi ground out angrily. "No matter what."

Happy New Year!! Goodbye 2009, hello 2010! Everyone have a great New Year!

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