He didn't approach her, silver hair blowing in the wind like some sort of spectre, and Kagome struggled to breathe, let alone find her voice.
She was awake—the sting from the scrapes on her palms proved it—so how was he standing in front of her? She glanced at the silk in her hands, then at his ripped sleeve, the puzzle pieces staring her in the face.
The dreams hadn't started until after the beast showed up. They were always more vivid after he left—after the roses coated in his youki were delivered.
The webs.
"What are you?"
"I am not your enemy," he said, eyes boring into hers.
"That's not what I asked." He had the decency to wince. "I assume the beast is your other form? That makes you a daiyoukai, right?"
"Hnn."
"Oh, what, now that you can actually talk, you have nothing to say?" Her nerves were fried from the battle, reiki still depleted; she should've been happy to see him, to know that he was real, but the bitter taste of betrayal tainted her senses, each of Naraku's supposed lies running through her head.
"Do you know him?" Kagura asked, looking between the two.
"He's the one I've been dreaming about," Kagome accused, inching closer to her sister.
Kagura was calmer than expected, not even batting an eye. "Well, now the twin flame thing makes sense."
Kagome's mouth fell open. "Don't tell me you believe that stuff!"
She held up her hands in surrender. "There are definitely some missing parts, but it explains the bits about him being able to communicate in your dreams and the roses."
"What about the part where he just happened to never mention that in his other form?"
Kagura gave him a calculating look. "Might have something to do with the block you felt after he got injured."