InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ For A Dream ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: THEFILLERBUNNY 
Summary...hum...how about Chapter 2? More explaining! Yay! A bunch more happens...um...enjoy! Yay.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.17.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 256 | Status: Completed
Summary...hum...how about Chapter 2? More explaining! Yay! A bunch more happens...um...enjoy! Yay.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.17.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 256 | Status: Completed
***DISCLAIMER***
I do not own InuYasha unfortunately. I only own my character whose name has yet to be revealed.
Chapter 2
Rosalind sat with a sour expression as she gazed into the fire that blazed before her. Her eyes shown a deep, forest green, as they usually did when the woman was in such an abysmal state of thought. The black gown laid itself behind her, hanging just slightly off of her shoulders. The long, chestnut brown hair that fell over her eyes was shoved backwards furiously out of irritation.
"So the girl was given premonition…fascinating." She wobbled to her bare feet and threw another handful of powder onto the fire. The picture of InuYasha and his companions dissipated and the Dream Mistress massaged her temples. "This will be difficult for me to explain."
"What's wrong with her?" InuYasha demanded to the monk who was bent over the young, raven haired girl. Her face was pale and her breathing was slow. She looked so peaceful, and usually there would be no question as to what was wrong, but the fact that she randomly passed out after crying out in pain caused severe concern to penetrate her companions' minds.
"I honestly don't know…I've never seen anything like this."
A chilling minute ticked by as the four people stood around their friend. The wind picked up and rustled the tree branches around them. It swept around the girl, helpless on the ground, and before anyone could say anything more, a sharp, painful gasp left the sleeping miko's lips as she shot up in horror.
InuYasha was almost instantly by her side, stepping over Shippo, and collected the sobbing girl in his embrace. Her fragile body was trembling terribly as she clutched hold of the hanyou's neck and shoulders, unable to decide what to hold onto tighter. He could smell her fear pouring off of her and swallowed hard to keep from exploding with anger.
"InuYasha…" she cried, pounding her fists against his chest, "What's…happening …to me?"
With shaky hands and rage-filled eyes, she tore the bottom of her school blouse apart, probing fingers racing over her torso as if looking for something that wasn't there. A small blush crept into InuYasha's cheeks. She was, after all, still on his lap.
"Kagome," he said soothingly, grasping both her hands in one of his, "You're okay now."
She looked up at him, tears running streams down her cheeks. Her eyes shown a deep violet, pulsating with pain, fear, torment, and anger. Her stare froze his blood solid and for a very long time he could do nothing more than gaze back. The first and only person he could think of to blame this on appeared in his mind, her fierce blaze roaring behind her.
Miroku looked over at Sango and she returned his worried gaze almost instantaneously. Shippo was sitting near Kagome and InuYasha, weeping himself. The demon slayer trembled and turned her back to hide her repugnant fear. The monk took a step over to her and reached out to stroke her arm soothingly, soon realizing that both his hands were numb from fear. He was just as scared as everyone else was.
The demon in the baboon mask chuckled lightly as he rolled the nearly-completed Shikon No Tama across his knuckles. His wind temptress stepped into the dimly lit room and leaned against the wall, red eyes blazing.
Without looking up, the hanyou called to her in a voice that was seductively relaxing: "Have you the shard?"
Kagura took several steps closer, her coy grin hidden. She flattened her hand to her creator and the shard radiated a blinding light. Raising from her palm, it shot over to Naraku, finding its place among the others. The jewel was nearly complete. It was missing only five shards.
"Good." The half-demon jumped to his feet and glided over to the woman. Stoking her face with soft fingertips, he raised her chin so that he may look her in the eyes.
"The miko, that Kagome creature," he began soothingly, tracing her jaw with a claw, "She carries two of the remanding five shards. I want you to bring her to me."
"She is heavily protected, Lord."
"Not when the moon is dark." His soft and gentle hands grabbed the back of her hair, cocking her head sharply to the side. "Go then with the poisonous insects and she will come on her own free will." He shoved her aside and her red eyes fired furiously at him.
"What makes you believe that she will?"
Naraku chuckled mischievously and sat back down on his original resting place. "Let us just say that I shall send her a little motivation."
The silver-haired hanyou gazed down on the sleeping girl. Once she had been calmed down enough to recall what she had seen, the Company had decided that from now on they would take shifts as a better way to protect themselves against Naraku, he being the only demon who would do anything to get her shards of the jewel. InuYasha's shit had been set for first, as he had insisted it be. The more time he had to interrogate the Dream Witch on current events, the better.
"InuYasha," the monk called, catching the half-demon in his stare. "You can rest now."
"I don't sleep." He wasn't exactly going to make it easy for anyone, even if he was secretly relieved for the rest. Even still, he'd watch Kagome every moment of every day and night.
He leapt off of the tree branch and snarled. "The fire's dying."
"I know you are worried about her." Miroku threw another bit of dry wood onto the fire and sighed. "We all are."
"Yeah well." InuYasha curled up against the tree, the hilt of the Tetsusaiga resting against the back of his hand. "If you hear anything, wake me up immediately or it'll be your neck."
He closed his eyes and concentrated on getting back to the Dream World. His anger had begun to spill over and he wanted to make sure that he saved every ounce of it for the woman holding the doorway open for his dreams.
DREAM WORLD…
Rosalind threw a handful of powder onto the blaze before her, her aggravation becoming more and more apparent with each breath she took. Since she last checked in on Inuyasha and his companions, she had begun thinking a little more intensely on why the Powers That Be gave the gift of foresight to the young miko. She had powers of a priestess, but other than that, she had no other magical talents.
Why this girl… Her concentration was so intense that she didn't even realize that someone was standing behind her.
"Rosalind."
The brunette snapped her head to the seductive voice, growling under her breath for letting her guard down.
"You've proven your point, I can be surprised. You have no more purpose here, you can leave now."
The figure stepped into the light of the fire and snickered. "I knew it was possible."
"I don't do house calls, leave. Now."
"You never did."
"What do you want?" she demanded standing up from her crouching position. "You're not supposed to be here and you know that."
"I thought you were supposed to help everyone. Be completely neutral."
"Even the most stubborn neutrality has its bias." She raised an eyebrow. "Free will and all."
"Perhaps…" His long, onyx hair fell delicately against his shoulders as he walked closer. "I need you to tell me where the remanding jewels shard are."
"I can't do that, Baboon, you know that." She paused long enough to throw her hands into the air. "But I wouldn't even if I could. I'd never break the rules for you."
"Then you can at least tell me about the hanyou," he continued, ignoring her last comment. He also didn't seem to mind their game, not surprising to her in the least. She had been through all this with him once before.
"And which hanyou is that?" Small hands went to protruding hips underneath the yards of fabric. "There are so many in need of council, you know."
The half-demon snickered cynically and shook his head at her. "You really haven't changed, have you?"
"Remember, I'm not real. Your little mind games won't work on me."
"How could I have forgotten? You always took things far to personally." He held up his hands to her and she raised an eyebrow. "There is something wrong with the miko, isn't there?"
"What would ever give you that impression?" she said sweetly with a sarcastic undertone.
"Why else would that accursed half-demon be in need of council?"
Rosalind clicked her tong against her front teeth and sighed. Her mind couldn't think of a witty enough come-back for the baboon, so she grunted in response.
"Well it won't matter for much longer anyway." He turned on his heels and began heading back to where he entered. "I will have the remanding Jewel Shards soon enough, even without your help, and InuYasha-" He paused and flung his long, luxurious hair over his shoulder. "-as well as his precious miko, will be just like a bad dream." He turned. "You know all about those, don't you?"
Her mahogany locks fell in front of her eyes as they suddenly shone a deep, forest green. Rage was building behind those pools of sight and she felt a twitch in her hand, pushing down the sudden urge to strike him. Instead of the original assault, though, she swallowed deeply and flung her head back.
"You never stop amusing me, Baboon."
"And you, my dear Dream Witch, will never forget her blood vows."
She scoffed. "I would never risk my soul for a mere half-demon such as yourself." Rosalind threw her hand up and the black hole that Naraku came out of emerged. "This isn't personal, Onigumo, it's strictly business."
With that, she tossed her hand out again and the half-demon stepped into the portal, disappearing without a trace.
"No good, evil, seductive, bastard." She sighed again deeply and let her head roll backwards. "Damn it, why did he tell me that. This is getting complicated."
"Dream Witch, I have some things I need to say to you." The silver-haired hanyou practically tackled her, eyes fierce and searching for his unasked questions. She had her back to him, staring deeply into the blazing fire.
"Of course you do." She turned around, disregarding his dog-like instincts telling him to attack. "And by the way, my name is Rosalind. Don't call me Dream Witch."
He continued yelling, ignoring her request. "What's happening to Kagome and why do I have a feeling that it has something to do with you?"
"Kagome…well…" She turned her back to him again and walked around the fire. How should I put this without completely confusing him? "She's going through some changes now." Good. Good and vague…now his next question will be-
"What do you mean changes? What kind of changes?" He grabbed the hilt of his sword and stared at her menacingly. "Listen, lady, you'd better start giving me some answers or you'll be kissing the edge of the Tetsusaiga."
Don't loose your temper, Rosalind. He's young…in love…naïve… The chestnut haired woman turned her gaze upon Inuyasha, sharpening her eyes to cut through his. But I don't think scaring him will provoke anything completely terrible…
Her eyes flashed black and her arms thrust, index fingers pointing towards him. The fire began to roar almost instantaneously, jumping out of its border of rocks and dancing towards the hanyou. Rosalind closed her eyes of onyx, thinking deeply about where to send him. It didn't take more than a moment for her to decide and soon she had let her arms fall and the fire calm as the half-demon fell to the floor in an unconscious state.
The woman threw her head back and cackled, smiling broadly. "That'll teach you to be cranky with me!" Grabbing his hands firmly in hers, she dragged him over to a blanket that was concealed deep within the shadows and plopped him on top of them.
"Sleep, Inuyasha….Dream deep, meaningful thoughts filled with what you desire…." She turned on her heals and stretched out her hand to the fire. With her fingers, she motioned for it to move closer to her and half of it floated over to the sleeping hanyou.
Rosalind pulled out a handful of white powder and let it slip through her fingers onto the fire. It died down to a tamed state, being careful not to catch any part of the half-demon in its grasp. It flickered and she ran her fingers through it as if it were a pool of crystal-clear water.
"When he awakes," she commanded the flame, "send him home. When he's ready to come back he will." She took several steps away and back to her monster fire. She gazed into it and sighed. "I have to make a house call."
"Where am I?" InuYasha asked aloud, squinting his golden eyes to the bright sun. The grass was warm and soft beneath his bare feet and the air smelled fresh and new. The sky was perfectly clear, making the sun practically pop out, beaming down on everything. The absence of trees didn't matter to the hanyou for he was too busy staring at the figure moving closer.
Her long, ebony hair blew softly in the breeze, her skin drastically paler than he remembered. Her eyes were dark and soothing, showing nothing but pure emotions of love and compassion for him. Her form was small, hidden beneath layers and layers of silk, decorated appropriately.
"This is a dream," InuYasha told himself, swallowing hard against the lump that was forming in his throat. "She's dead, this is a dream."
"InuYasha." Her voice was light and sweet, so real it nearly brought tears to his eyes. "My son…."
In the voice of a child, he called out: "….Mother."
I do not own InuYasha unfortunately. I only own my character whose name has yet to be revealed.
Chapter 2
Rosalind sat with a sour expression as she gazed into the fire that blazed before her. Her eyes shown a deep, forest green, as they usually did when the woman was in such an abysmal state of thought. The black gown laid itself behind her, hanging just slightly off of her shoulders. The long, chestnut brown hair that fell over her eyes was shoved backwards furiously out of irritation.
"So the girl was given premonition…fascinating." She wobbled to her bare feet and threw another handful of powder onto the fire. The picture of InuYasha and his companions dissipated and the Dream Mistress massaged her temples. "This will be difficult for me to explain."
"What's wrong with her?" InuYasha demanded to the monk who was bent over the young, raven haired girl. Her face was pale and her breathing was slow. She looked so peaceful, and usually there would be no question as to what was wrong, but the fact that she randomly passed out after crying out in pain caused severe concern to penetrate her companions' minds.
"I honestly don't know…I've never seen anything like this."
A chilling minute ticked by as the four people stood around their friend. The wind picked up and rustled the tree branches around them. It swept around the girl, helpless on the ground, and before anyone could say anything more, a sharp, painful gasp left the sleeping miko's lips as she shot up in horror.
InuYasha was almost instantly by her side, stepping over Shippo, and collected the sobbing girl in his embrace. Her fragile body was trembling terribly as she clutched hold of the hanyou's neck and shoulders, unable to decide what to hold onto tighter. He could smell her fear pouring off of her and swallowed hard to keep from exploding with anger.
"InuYasha…" she cried, pounding her fists against his chest, "What's…happening …to me?"
With shaky hands and rage-filled eyes, she tore the bottom of her school blouse apart, probing fingers racing over her torso as if looking for something that wasn't there. A small blush crept into InuYasha's cheeks. She was, after all, still on his lap.
"Kagome," he said soothingly, grasping both her hands in one of his, "You're okay now."
She looked up at him, tears running streams down her cheeks. Her eyes shown a deep violet, pulsating with pain, fear, torment, and anger. Her stare froze his blood solid and for a very long time he could do nothing more than gaze back. The first and only person he could think of to blame this on appeared in his mind, her fierce blaze roaring behind her.
Miroku looked over at Sango and she returned his worried gaze almost instantaneously. Shippo was sitting near Kagome and InuYasha, weeping himself. The demon slayer trembled and turned her back to hide her repugnant fear. The monk took a step over to her and reached out to stroke her arm soothingly, soon realizing that both his hands were numb from fear. He was just as scared as everyone else was.
The demon in the baboon mask chuckled lightly as he rolled the nearly-completed Shikon No Tama across his knuckles. His wind temptress stepped into the dimly lit room and leaned against the wall, red eyes blazing.
Without looking up, the hanyou called to her in a voice that was seductively relaxing: "Have you the shard?"
Kagura took several steps closer, her coy grin hidden. She flattened her hand to her creator and the shard radiated a blinding light. Raising from her palm, it shot over to Naraku, finding its place among the others. The jewel was nearly complete. It was missing only five shards.
"Good." The half-demon jumped to his feet and glided over to the woman. Stoking her face with soft fingertips, he raised her chin so that he may look her in the eyes.
"The miko, that Kagome creature," he began soothingly, tracing her jaw with a claw, "She carries two of the remanding five shards. I want you to bring her to me."
"She is heavily protected, Lord."
"Not when the moon is dark." His soft and gentle hands grabbed the back of her hair, cocking her head sharply to the side. "Go then with the poisonous insects and she will come on her own free will." He shoved her aside and her red eyes fired furiously at him.
"What makes you believe that she will?"
Naraku chuckled mischievously and sat back down on his original resting place. "Let us just say that I shall send her a little motivation."
The silver-haired hanyou gazed down on the sleeping girl. Once she had been calmed down enough to recall what she had seen, the Company had decided that from now on they would take shifts as a better way to protect themselves against Naraku, he being the only demon who would do anything to get her shards of the jewel. InuYasha's shit had been set for first, as he had insisted it be. The more time he had to interrogate the Dream Witch on current events, the better.
"InuYasha," the monk called, catching the half-demon in his stare. "You can rest now."
"I don't sleep." He wasn't exactly going to make it easy for anyone, even if he was secretly relieved for the rest. Even still, he'd watch Kagome every moment of every day and night.
He leapt off of the tree branch and snarled. "The fire's dying."
"I know you are worried about her." Miroku threw another bit of dry wood onto the fire and sighed. "We all are."
"Yeah well." InuYasha curled up against the tree, the hilt of the Tetsusaiga resting against the back of his hand. "If you hear anything, wake me up immediately or it'll be your neck."
He closed his eyes and concentrated on getting back to the Dream World. His anger had begun to spill over and he wanted to make sure that he saved every ounce of it for the woman holding the doorway open for his dreams.
DREAM WORLD…
Rosalind threw a handful of powder onto the blaze before her, her aggravation becoming more and more apparent with each breath she took. Since she last checked in on Inuyasha and his companions, she had begun thinking a little more intensely on why the Powers That Be gave the gift of foresight to the young miko. She had powers of a priestess, but other than that, she had no other magical talents.
Why this girl… Her concentration was so intense that she didn't even realize that someone was standing behind her.
"Rosalind."
The brunette snapped her head to the seductive voice, growling under her breath for letting her guard down.
"You've proven your point, I can be surprised. You have no more purpose here, you can leave now."
The figure stepped into the light of the fire and snickered. "I knew it was possible."
"I don't do house calls, leave. Now."
"You never did."
"What do you want?" she demanded standing up from her crouching position. "You're not supposed to be here and you know that."
"I thought you were supposed to help everyone. Be completely neutral."
"Even the most stubborn neutrality has its bias." She raised an eyebrow. "Free will and all."
"Perhaps…" His long, onyx hair fell delicately against his shoulders as he walked closer. "I need you to tell me where the remanding jewels shard are."
"I can't do that, Baboon, you know that." She paused long enough to throw her hands into the air. "But I wouldn't even if I could. I'd never break the rules for you."
"Then you can at least tell me about the hanyou," he continued, ignoring her last comment. He also didn't seem to mind their game, not surprising to her in the least. She had been through all this with him once before.
"And which hanyou is that?" Small hands went to protruding hips underneath the yards of fabric. "There are so many in need of council, you know."
The half-demon snickered cynically and shook his head at her. "You really haven't changed, have you?"
"Remember, I'm not real. Your little mind games won't work on me."
"How could I have forgotten? You always took things far to personally." He held up his hands to her and she raised an eyebrow. "There is something wrong with the miko, isn't there?"
"What would ever give you that impression?" she said sweetly with a sarcastic undertone.
"Why else would that accursed half-demon be in need of council?"
Rosalind clicked her tong against her front teeth and sighed. Her mind couldn't think of a witty enough come-back for the baboon, so she grunted in response.
"Well it won't matter for much longer anyway." He turned on his heels and began heading back to where he entered. "I will have the remanding Jewel Shards soon enough, even without your help, and InuYasha-" He paused and flung his long, luxurious hair over his shoulder. "-as well as his precious miko, will be just like a bad dream." He turned. "You know all about those, don't you?"
Her mahogany locks fell in front of her eyes as they suddenly shone a deep, forest green. Rage was building behind those pools of sight and she felt a twitch in her hand, pushing down the sudden urge to strike him. Instead of the original assault, though, she swallowed deeply and flung her head back.
"You never stop amusing me, Baboon."
"And you, my dear Dream Witch, will never forget her blood vows."
She scoffed. "I would never risk my soul for a mere half-demon such as yourself." Rosalind threw her hand up and the black hole that Naraku came out of emerged. "This isn't personal, Onigumo, it's strictly business."
With that, she tossed her hand out again and the half-demon stepped into the portal, disappearing without a trace.
"No good, evil, seductive, bastard." She sighed again deeply and let her head roll backwards. "Damn it, why did he tell me that. This is getting complicated."
"Dream Witch, I have some things I need to say to you." The silver-haired hanyou practically tackled her, eyes fierce and searching for his unasked questions. She had her back to him, staring deeply into the blazing fire.
"Of course you do." She turned around, disregarding his dog-like instincts telling him to attack. "And by the way, my name is Rosalind. Don't call me Dream Witch."
He continued yelling, ignoring her request. "What's happening to Kagome and why do I have a feeling that it has something to do with you?"
"Kagome…well…" She turned her back to him again and walked around the fire. How should I put this without completely confusing him? "She's going through some changes now." Good. Good and vague…now his next question will be-
"What do you mean changes? What kind of changes?" He grabbed the hilt of his sword and stared at her menacingly. "Listen, lady, you'd better start giving me some answers or you'll be kissing the edge of the Tetsusaiga."
Don't loose your temper, Rosalind. He's young…in love…naïve… The chestnut haired woman turned her gaze upon Inuyasha, sharpening her eyes to cut through his. But I don't think scaring him will provoke anything completely terrible…
Her eyes flashed black and her arms thrust, index fingers pointing towards him. The fire began to roar almost instantaneously, jumping out of its border of rocks and dancing towards the hanyou. Rosalind closed her eyes of onyx, thinking deeply about where to send him. It didn't take more than a moment for her to decide and soon she had let her arms fall and the fire calm as the half-demon fell to the floor in an unconscious state.
The woman threw her head back and cackled, smiling broadly. "That'll teach you to be cranky with me!" Grabbing his hands firmly in hers, she dragged him over to a blanket that was concealed deep within the shadows and plopped him on top of them.
"Sleep, Inuyasha….Dream deep, meaningful thoughts filled with what you desire…." She turned on her heals and stretched out her hand to the fire. With her fingers, she motioned for it to move closer to her and half of it floated over to the sleeping hanyou.
Rosalind pulled out a handful of white powder and let it slip through her fingers onto the fire. It died down to a tamed state, being careful not to catch any part of the half-demon in its grasp. It flickered and she ran her fingers through it as if it were a pool of crystal-clear water.
"When he awakes," she commanded the flame, "send him home. When he's ready to come back he will." She took several steps away and back to her monster fire. She gazed into it and sighed. "I have to make a house call."
"Where am I?" InuYasha asked aloud, squinting his golden eyes to the bright sun. The grass was warm and soft beneath his bare feet and the air smelled fresh and new. The sky was perfectly clear, making the sun practically pop out, beaming down on everything. The absence of trees didn't matter to the hanyou for he was too busy staring at the figure moving closer.
Her long, ebony hair blew softly in the breeze, her skin drastically paler than he remembered. Her eyes were dark and soothing, showing nothing but pure emotions of love and compassion for him. Her form was small, hidden beneath layers and layers of silk, decorated appropriately.
"This is a dream," InuYasha told himself, swallowing hard against the lump that was forming in his throat. "She's dead, this is a dream."
"InuYasha." Her voice was light and sweet, so real it nearly brought tears to his eyes. "My son…."
In the voice of a child, he called out: "….Mother."