Kagome almost hadn't told her about the strange dreams she'd been having, but after the third day of walking around with a blush on her cheeks, Kagura had finally demanded the truth from her.
At first, there hadn't been much to say; she couldn't even tell where she was in the dream. Everything was fuzzy, like she'd woken up from a deep sleep and her eyes hadn't quite focused yet.
But even with the lack of clarity, or understanding, Kagome felt protected, a stark contrast to the disharmony of reality, regardless of the shift she'd felt from the beast's gifts. And when she could focus, a mixture of silver and gold tempted her in a way nothing else had.
Claws would wrap around her wrist, pulling her away from wherever she was, and she always expected things to become sharper, but it was like they were moving through a fog. And there was never a destination, just the constant movement of shapes around them.
The first dream had left her anxious, head spinning as she tried to make out something familiar, but the grip, though never hostile, was unrelenting. And anytime she tried to pull away, their fingers would intertwine, and the stranger would pull her closer, brushing the back of her hand against his lips.
The hue of gold was always the most vibrant then, cutting through the fog like the morning sun, and Kagome was helpless to do anything but follow.
Her skin still tingled each time she woke.