InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ In Dreams ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

I don't own Inuyasha!

The Beginning

Wet grass. The feel of it tickles my toes as I glide forward. It's cold and the fog is heavy around me. I am in a forest; where I don't know, but I feel like I have been here before. I glance down at the white satin gown that blows softly with the morning breeze. It sticks to my legs slightly from the morning dew and the clouds surrounding me. A sudden chill hits the back of my neck as I walk into the clearing. My reflection hits the surface of the gray water that ripples with the wind. I look around at the lake surrounded by a circle of trees. The sky is hinting at the coming dawn. Have I been here before?

I feel someone watching me. I turn quickly as a hand brushes my shoulder. Who is here with me? Why are they not showing themselves?

"It's time," says a voice behind me. The person begins to repeat it over and over again, louder and louder.

I am turning around; searching and still can find no one. Is it my imagination? I am dreaming aren't I? Why am I so afraid of this person, this person I can't find? My eyes won't allow me to see him. My head is hurting now. I grasp my ears and try to block out this building volume. I start to lose my balance. My wet gown grasps my legs, as I continue to hunch over and turn looking for the bearer of this message. I can't take it anymore, the voice is screaming at me now. Suddenly, my balance falters and I fall backward. I see the sky as I fall. Water covers my vision and I can finally see the individual shouting at me. The hooded man's face is dark, but I feel like I know him. All I can see is his amber eyes. I can't breath anymore and my eyes start to close. I sink deeper and for some reason I don't struggle. I am dying and yet I go nothing. When am I going to wake up? Darkness…

A deep breath is the first thing to escape my mouth as I sit up in bed. Sweat drips from my body and the cover fixes itself to my legs.

"What happened?" I whisper as I try to reach the lamp on my bedside table.

I flick the switch and light floods my room. Wiping my forehead, I peel my pink comforter and sheets off of me and push them down to end of the bed. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and look around. Everything is the same as when I went to sleep. My wooden desk across the room, my dresser on the adjacent wall, and my nightstand are all exactly in the same condition as when I went to sleep. However, I still feel like something is different in my room. I get up and trudge over to my window. Sliding it open, I let a current of air flow through my dark hair. The tree outside blocks the moon from my sight but I know it is there. Glancing at my clock, I see that it is only three in the morning.

`Great, I don't have to wake up for another four hours.'

I grumble as I go to the bathroom and turn on the light. My gown is still clinging to me, so I pull it over my head and throw it into the laundry basket. The cold water I slash onto my face cools me off. Water. Why do I always drown in the dream?

The dreams had been getting more frequent. I have woken up in a sheen of sweat for the last two weeks. It's always the same message.

"It's time?" I whisper. "What does it mean?"

I walk back to my bed and lay down. Closing my eyes, my last thoughts are of that man's eyes. Amber…