InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Minoue ❯ Dream A Little Dream ( Chapter 49 )

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Minoue

Chapter 49: Dream a Little Dream (Warning: Lemon)

Kikyou picked up the phone and set it back down for what seemed like the hundredth time. She had the nagging feeling that she really should call her mother, but after all of this time and all of her denials that her mother was even still living, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

It had started as a deep-seated resentment early in her life because she had been ashamed of her mother who had to work while her friends' mothers had been stay-at-home moms. Of course she hadn't even acknowledged the fact that her father had died and that Kaede had to work so that they wouldn't starve. And while her mother had a decent position as a student advisor at the local college, it was not has high paying as even the men with the same type and level of job, much less the corporate type positions that the fathers of her classmates held. It wouldn't be until years later that she realized that being a “salaryman” really wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

Kikyou sighed as she picked up her glass of wine and leaned back against the soft leather of her Italian sofa. Only now was she beginning to appreciate the path her mother had chosen and the fact that she was trying to save some of her money for a rainy day rather than spend every yen she made on luxuries or buying so many things on credit that she had no hope of ever catching up - for that was exactly the trap that Kikyou had fallen into. In trying to project herself as a wealthy single woman who would be a worthy catch, she had to spend everything she earned just to keep up with her rent and credit cards. And yet for all of her pretenses, she had yet to land that wealthy husband she so desperately wanted and thought she needed. The man she'd really had a chance with, the one who actually seemed to have loved her for herself, had turned out to be hanyou, and she'd attempted to destroy him. Even if he had not met someone new, someone who could accept him as he was, there was no hope ever for reconciliation with him. She had to admit to herself that she never really understood her hatred of him at that moment, except maybe for the fact that her mother had actually liked him and probably wouldn't care that he was half inuyoukai. Sometimes she wondered if she would have reacted so maliciously if her mother had not approved of him. In the end she had hurt everyone, not just InuYasha and even her own mother, but herself as well.

The sultry real estate agent took a sip of her wine and almost snorted into her glass at her next thought: what would her mother think of the men she'd been seeing recently, starting with Naraku Onigumo? Sure he was wealthy and extremely handsome, but there was something about him that just put her off, something that she couldn't put her finger on. It wasn't only the kinky sex - there was an inner instinct that had been telling her since the beginning not to turn her back on him, that she could never trust him, that he would surely hurt her in ways beyond her imagination. Sure, he'd followed through and bought the house like he said he would, but even that transaction was a bit unusual between the holding corporation she could find no evidence actually existed and the wire transfers from unnamed accounts in the Cayman Islands. Then there was the fact that he had lied about the mud slide in Hong Kong that he'd claimed killed his sister and brother-in-law, leaving him with the two children. Bankotsu had revealed that the two children were not related to him at all, or even to each other, but that he seemed to be using them to keep a hold over someone. Kikyou shook her head at the complexity of the situation and the number of deceptions she had learned of - how many more were there?

And then there was her relationship with Bankotsu. What would her dear mother think of him? She wasn't sure that what he did was entirely above board; in fact she was almost certain that it wasn't. But he was well-off in his own right, and he'd actually been nice to her and seemed to care somewhat for her. She didn't know exactly how to describe her feelings for him except that she felt at ease with him - she was comfortable in his presence. Kikyou also had to admit that she was physically attracted to him and the sex was good, but was that love? She just didn't get the feelings of fireworks going off or bells ringing or any of the other things that she'd heard so many girls talking about when they fell in love. In fact, she couldn't recall ever having any of those kinds of feelings about anyone.

Maybe she couldn't really feel love for someone - maybe finding someone whose company she enjoyed was the best she could hope for. Maybe youkai had the right idea. She'd done a little research after InuYasha was outed, and discovered for the most part they didn't have marriages or any guaranteed long-term commitments. Basically they shacked up until they were tired of each other and then moved on. They weren't hindered by human emotions like love or hate or jealousy. If they were attracted to each other and the sex was good, they would give the relationship a try. Some of them stayed together for the rest of their lives, and some lasted only a few weeks. However, when it was over they just said “sayonara” and moved on. Maybe a relationship like that was a more realistic goal.

Kikyou looked at the phone again, but couldn't bring herself to pick it up. She finished her glass of wine and went to pour herself another.

Maybe tomorrow.

~ ^~^ ~

“Gods, woman, do you know how much I love you?” His silver mane cascaded downward and fell around her. He moved easily over her back as their sweat-glistened bodies slid in opposite directions. The hanyou kissed her shoulder before pressing his forehead to it. Putting his weight on one hand, he squeezed her breast with the other before letting it slide down to where they were joined. Pressing the fleshy pad of his finger to her nub, he started pounding against her even harder, making her gasp. In spite of his efforts, he couldn't help but to grin when he felt her hot channel clamp down on him like a vice as she cried out in ecstasy. With her writhing underneath him, it only took a few more hard thrusts before he found his own release.

Remaining intimately connected, he pulled them over on their side. With one hand cupping her breast while his stroked her nipple with his thumb, he slipped the other back between her legs to find her highly sensitized nub. Still full of him, it didn't take him long before he had her gasping for breath from her orgasm.

“In… In… InuYasha! I can't take much more,” Kagome panted. “You act like we'll never make love again!”

The hanyou kissed her shoulder again as he moved his hands to wrap his arms around her waist and gently squeeze. “Sorry, but you know Miroku and Sango will be here the rest of the weekend and at least through Monday. And I really do love you, you know.”

Kagome twisted and shifted enough so that she could turn her head and see him. “I know, and I love you, too.

He slid out of her, but remained on his side, resting his elbow on the bedding and propping his head in his hand. She moved to lie on her back alongside him, and his other hand found its way to settle on her belly. Kagome interlaced her fingers with his. “Are you worried about Monday?”

The hanyou closed his eyes and slowly exhaled before replying, “It's hard not to be at least a little concerned, considering what we do know about this Naraku character. I know Sesshomaru has everything planned out, but this guy is likely to do just about anything to get what he wants. But I'll have to admit that I'm with Sango and Kagura on one thing - I'm ready for this to be over.”

Kagome couldn't help but to sigh. “I know what you mean. This has been really trying on all of us, but especially those two. What kind of man would use children to get what he wants like that?”

InuYasha remained silent as his thoughts drifted back to the entire family and staff of the occupants of Naraku's previous hideout being forced into the freezer. That man - no, monster - was capable of anything. “The kind we have to stop before he hurts anyone else. But there's nothing that worrying about it right now will help. We'd better get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day, starting with your girls bright and early.”

That made Kagome smile. “They are improving, aren't they?”

“They've come a long way since arriving here from Kouga's dojo,” the hanyou agreed as he pulled the covers up over them.

Snuggling up against him, it wasn't long before Kagome fell asleep.

A tall youkai stood with his back to her, his long white hair pulled up in a topknot and flowing behind him as fire raged around him. Striding forward with purpose, he entered a chamber and angrily pushed aside the drapes that surrounded what looked like a canopy bed… no, it was a birthing bed. “Tenseiga, do not fail me,” he whispered as he pulled a sword from its sheath.

A beautiful woman with blood pooling under her lay on the bed, a silent infant with white hair by her side. Messengers from the underworld swarmed around her, tugging at her and at the child.

The youkai took the sword and waved it once across the two still bodies. The dark messengers vanished and the child started to cry.

The woman stirred and gasped at the realization of what must have happened. “My Lord?”

“There is no time. The building is coming down around us. Take the boy and go. I have a house set up for you, a place that you will be safe. Myouga will show you where. He is waiting just outside of these grounds. I will meet you there as soon as my other business is taken care of,” he said as he pulled out a red garment and draped it over her shoulders.

“Yes, my Lord. My Lord... he… he does not understand. He thought it was for the best,” she whispered.

“He murdered you and a helpless infant. That cannot be forgiven nor allowed to go unpunished,” he stated firmly.

She nodded, gathered her child close to her breast, and hurried away.

“Sesshomaru?” Kagome whispered as she watched the scene unfold before her.

The youkai turned to watch the woman flee. He had delicate pointed ears like Sesshomaru did, but was not InuYasha's brother. Instead he looked older, more mature, and his cheeks were marked similar to InuYasha's when his youkai was heightened.

`His father - that must be InuYasha's father,' Kagome surmised. `InuYasha looks like him in the face… And that sword… it brought the woman and child back from the dead! Is that even possible?'

Kagome closed her eyes and reopened them to find a new scene unfolding before her. `That's InuYasha and Sesshomaru!' she thought as she observed what appeared to be the reading of a will. A withered old youkai presented Sesshomaru with a blade while a nervous, shaking, human presented another to InuYasha. Sesshomaru tried to snatch the sword presented to InuYasha instead, but was forced to turn it loose when a barrier on it rejected him by burning his hand. The hanyou gripped his inheritance tightly and pressed it against his chest. “This one is mine - you've got yours,” he announced. “And you heard Dad's will - if you throw Tenseiga away, you forfeit your entire inheritance to me.”

Sesshomaru grabbed the blade he was presented and snarled, “What's a pathetic half-breed going to do with Tessaiga? And why was I left with a worthless blade that will not cut?”

InuYasha shrugged his shoulders, “You know Dad - he had a reason for everything. I'm sure we'll find out some day.”

Sesshomaru stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

The next scene was at the shrine. Sesshomaru and Kagura were dressed in wedding attire, and a figure lay on the ground, unmoving. The Daiyoukai looked down. “Perhaps if I had Tenseiga...”

Kagome woke up, sweating and shaking.

“Are you all right?” InuYasha asked. He'd awakened earlier to her tossing and turning and mumbling in her sleep. “Was it a nightmare?”

“Your brother has a sword,” Kagome stated.

“What? How…” InuYasha asked with confusion in his voice.

“When you were given your sword, he was given one he didn't want but was forced to take,” she added.

“Yes, but how did you know…” InuYasha's voice trailed away.

The images were quickly slipping away. “We have to call him.”

“What? Now?” InuYasha looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was three o'clock in the morning.

“Please,” she whispered.

Her voice was so urgent that he could not deny her. “Well, unless you want to walk to the dojo, go get your cell phone.”

She nodded and ran to retrieve it from her purse.

“Here.” InuYasha held out his hand and she placed it on his palm. He dialed a number and gave it back to her. “That's his emergency number. He'll answer it no matter what the time of night or day it rings.”

The phone only rang once. “Yes.”

“Sesshomaru?” Kagome said hesitantly, suddenly afraid this wasn't a good idea.

“This had better be important,” he responded. “Kagome? Is everything all right?”

She took a deep breath. “This is going to sound crazy, but you have a sword your father bequeathed to you.”

“Has InuYasha been talking out of school?” The inuyoukai sounded aggravated.

“No, it's nothing like that. It's - crazier - I had a dream. You have to bring it with you to the wedding Monday.”

“I see. Do you know why?” he asked.

“I think someone will die,” she whispered before thrusting the phone back in InuYasha's hand and fleeing the bedroom.

“Sesshomaru,” the hanyou started. “Do you…”

“You know I still have it, even if it has proved to be worthless. Tell me, does your fiancée do this kind of thing very often?” Now Sesshomaru just sounded concerned.

“Not that I know of. Her mother did tell me of the first time she knew that Kagome had a dream like that. She woke up in the middle of the night and went into their bedroom, crying and begging her father not to go to work the next day. He told her she was being silly and to go back to bed. He was killed in a car accident on the way home that evening.

“Her mom doesn't know if she's had any that strong since then, but she warned me, if Kagome ever had another dream that woke her up and upset her like this, then I needed to pay attention to it.” He looked up to see Kagome standing in the doorway.

“I think you should bring Tessaiga, too,” she whispered.

InuYasha nodded. “Did you hear that?”

“We will be dressed in traditional garb with the blades our father left us. Tell her it will be done,” Sesshomaru said from the other end of the line. “Does she have any more messages, or can we go back to bed now?”

“He'll bring Tenseiga, and I'll bring Tessaiga. Anything else?” InuYasha questioned Kagome, who was nervously chewing her lip.

She shook her head in response.

“No, nothing else right now. I'll talk to you again later.” InuYasha closed her phone and handed it back to her.

“He's not mad, or doesn't think I'm crazy?” she asked as she set it on the bedside table.

“No. He's seen a lot of things. A miko having a prophetic dream would be rather normal compared to some of them,” the hanyou said. “Now, come back to bed. It's still a few hours until dawn.”

Kagome climbed back under the covers with him and snuggled against his chest. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologize. Can you tell me what you saw? What upset you so?” he asked gently.

She drew in a breath before she answered, “I'm not certain, but I think it was your father. A woman and infant had been murdered, and he brought them back from the dead with that sword.”

InuYasha shifted uncomfortably behind her and did not respond.

“InuYasha? What's wrong?”

“Tell me more of what you remember,” he prodded.

Kagome retold as much as she could recall while he remained deathly silent.

“From what I know, I think you witnessed what occurred right after my birth,” he finally said. “Apparently Sesshomaru knew what had happened and when our father was murdered, he tried to use the sword to revive him. But, it wouldn't work. I don't know if it had been too long, or if Myouga was right and some spell had been cast to either immediately release the soul from his body, or bind it so that he could neither be revived nor reborn. Sesshomaru was so angry because he knew what Tenseiga should be able to do, but it would not work for him. And then to add insult to injury, when they read the will he was left Tenseiga while Tessaiga was left to me. He didn't get over it until fairly recently.”

“So what I dreamed… was real?” she whispered.

InuYasha gently squeezed her. “I'm pretty certain that it was - I know the scene at the reading of the will was real since I was there. But how do you know what your dream meant?”

“It doesn't always make sense, and I don't really know how I know. I just have a feeling of what has to be done, and I've learned not to question it. It doesn't happen often, but I'll have a really strong feeling afterwards that well… I've learned not to try too hard to understand. I think this one was pretty straight forward, though, since the last thing I remember was your brother commenting about wishing he had his sword.” Kagome fell silent.

The hanyou kissed her forehead. “Let's hope we don't need it, but he'll have it there. Try not to worry and go back to sleep.”

Feeling somewhat better that she hadn't been dismissed as a kook and that they would do as she asked, Kagome closed her eyes and allowed herself to be lulled back to slumber by the gentle rhythm of InuYasha stroking her hair.

To be continued…