InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Enchanted Mirror ❯ Interesting Dreams ( Chapter 3 )

Lord Sesshomaru lay in his bed, silk sheets tangled about his nude body as he turned restlessly. He had cried himself into a deep sleep and now was twisting about, his mind flowing from nightmare to nightmare. All he could see in his dreams were her.

All he could hear was her echoing scream through his mind. The scream that she let lose from full pouting lips moments before her image cracked and the tinkling of falling glass filled the silence left after the pain filled echo was silenced.

Shifting amongst his silken bed sheets restlessly his bare skin began to shine with perspiration. Finally his body fell still, seemingly calmed as he drifted into an ever deeper state of unconsciousness. A sigh fell from between his parted lips as he slipped into yet another dream.

Dream Sequence

His soft footfalls could be heard as he walked down a deserted hallway within his immense castle. A fine mist had started to settle around his ankles caressing its cool fingertips along his calves. A comforting and familiar voice continuously whispering soft words of another language in his ears.

It was urging him forward, though he could not understand the words it spoke. He held onto the voice with a strange desperation gripping his heart. Recognition flowing through his mind. It was her. Kagome. How could she be here? He had broken her to painful shards, along with his heart.

A feeling of hope shot through him as he urged his body faster. The whispering of her voice growing louder upon every step. The jumbled words still echoing loudly throughout his ears. They held power he realized. He felt he should know what it was. He already knew it was some sort of incantation. He racked his mind for any recognition, but he could produce no answer.To what purpose such a flowing rythmic incantation was meant for is what he thirsted to know.

He felt an icy chill run down his spine, as though a cold hand had run up the curve of his back. Deafening silence roared in his ears as the whispering of the soft female voice ceased. An immense power thickened the air, making him have to labor to draw each breath. His body slowed as he tryed to gasp air as thick, and palpable as water into his aching lungs.

He chocked upon it. Coughing and wheezing as he fell to his knees. He could feel the energy and life slowly being draining from out of his every pore, absorbed by some unseen creature. He felt a squeeze upon his heart, and felt true fear as he thought this as his lives end. Believing that any moment the pressure that was crushing his heart would continue to grow until eventually his body would fall and slowly seep back into the earth it came from.

He waited for the darknes to eat across his vision, but death was not what came. Instead he felt another heart beating inside his chest. At first the sound was unnoticeable as it beat in time with his own heart. Drawing its strength from the steady beat echoing fluidly within him. Then it slowly began to beat to its own rhythm. It overcame the sound of his own heartbeat. Of his own labored breathing. The sound filled his ears and senses until he thought it was all he had ever known. The sound then slowly tried to receed, and yet he clung to it, like a child to its mothers hand. With one final caress the sound faded away, as did his dream. Leaving him unbearably alone again.

End Dream Sequence

He shot up from where he lie in his bed, his breathing erratic. As he fought to regained control of his breath he attempted to lean back and return to sleep. As he moved to fall back upon his bed, his back was met with a pliant resistance.

He could feel the air of someones breath as it rushed to cool his heated skin. Leaning back further to touch his skin to theirs he could feel the sleek silken dampness of their skin. Yes it was skin he felt indeed. He moved his hand behind him running his hands down the exposed skin without turning his eyes upon them. As his fingers stroked past their waist he felt something different than the silken skin his hand was met with before.

It was strange. Like plastic, but still with a sense of life within the texture. It felt like a sharks sleek and effeciant body. He knew of only one thing that could feel like this did. He sealed his eyes closed as he turned his body towards her. Yes her. It was her, it had to be. He opened his eyes slowly,in both fear and bated anticipation, and there he saw her.

Lying across his pillows with her sweet shallow breaths tickling his sides was his beloved. She had returned to him, but now, unlike when they were sepparated by the fragile sheet of glass that was her entrapent,she was real. He could hold and touch her.

He let a smirk dance inself upon the corners of his mouth. This would prove to be interesting.