InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Hanyou's Dreams ❯ Dreams that rule the night ( Chapter 1 )

lDisclaimer: Ok you know the deal; I don't own InuYasha blah, blah, blah, blah! I only own Kamui, she shows up later in this chapter. Well R&R and I hope you like it.

The Hanyou's dreams…..

"Half-breed!"

"Mutt!"

"Get out of our village!"

"All you will bring is death and suffering upon us!"

The young half-demon looked into the faces of the villagers, bewildered at the obscenities that were being thrown at him. One villager raised his hand to strike the boy, but the demon ducked the blow and quickly ran from the group.

It was raining, and the icy downpour pelted his face. The water mingled with his tears that were forcing their way to the brims of his eyes. The winds howled and shot the rain like bullets into his eyes. He blinked away the pain and continued to run. The villagers pursued him, throwing insults as they did. As the boy tired to distance himself from the insults and angry voices, he reached a corner darting around it hiding behind a trashcan. He pressed himself into the brick wall, wishing he were a chameleon and could blend in.

His breath came in short, sharp gasps, and the cold night air entered his lungs piercing him like hot knifes. He hoped the villagers wouldn't be able to hear his heart, as it was pounding as loud as the storm itself. He didn't hear the pounding footsteps of the villagers anymore so he leaned slowly around the corner to see if they followed him still. As he saw no sight of them he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

`No one…thank Gods….'

His body relaxed from its ridged state and he slowly eased his body off the bitter wall. His long silver hair was tangled and full of twigs from the thorn bushes he was forced to run through to escape the villagers. He reached down and winced as he touched the cuts torn into his skin from the thorns, and sadly the villagers. Blood poured from the deep cuts like the tears from his eyes. As he struggled to catch his breath the tears that had poured down his face slowly came to an end.

The boy stood expecting the mob to come back and kill him at any time. He wiped the tears from his face, smearing dirt on his sorrowful face. He walked out of the alley, on his guard, ears perked, as the villagers might still be near by. He walked down the streets to his house, and to his dismay, the homeless glaring at him, and people slamming their doors and locking their windows. He wasn't accepted anywhere, no matter how hard he tried to fit in.

He finally reached his house, and it cast the warm friendly law he had longed for, for so long. He walked in the door searching for his young mother. He walked to her room opening the door. She sat on her bed, and he slowly walked over to her. His mother looked up seeing the pain that had seeped into their lovely golden depths. She embraced him gently, her tears falling onto his shoulders. Her long black hair mixed with his and they cried together. Then there came a noise from outside. The sound of shouting, obscenities, and the foulest of words. Rocks being thrown at their house followed that.

"Mommy?"

"Run!"

"What…."

"Just GO!"

He ran to a concealed corner of the room, and watched as the men broke down their door and surrounded his mother. Tears trailed down his face like rivers of blood. He watched as the men tortured his mother, killed her. They dragged her outside and started to kick her. They screamed foul words at her as they beat her. The boy stood and ran outside, consumed by anger and screamed at the men to stop hurting his mother. The men looked at the demon, hate lusting in their eyes. They looked him up and down; his golden eyes, silver hair, dog-like ears, and fangs were what labeled him a demon.

"He's that demon lad! GET HIM!"

Before he could run, the villagers were upon him. They beat him with the blunt objects they carried. It hurt but the freezing rain numbed most of the pain. His young mind couldn't comprehend why this was happening. What had he done that was so bad? The villagers ceased beating him as he crawled over to his mother's body. Blood poured from his body in almost every spot that was visible and it stained his white clothes red. He reached his mother; her breaths came in short gasps. The boy's hands grasped her face as she struggled to live.

"Inu…Yasha…"

That was all the young woman could say before her soul finally exited her body. The villagers left laughing and cheering leaving the boy for dead. InuYasha kneeled over his mother's lifeless form, and pounded the ground with his fists.

"...MOTHER!!!!"

His blood formed red puddles on the ground, and he threw his body onto his mother sobbing into her silken clothes. The rain continued to fall over him as he stood howling into the night sky to pierce his soul so he could once again be with his mother. His head pounded and his tears were almost spent. Dry sobs exited his mouth, and he prayed to Gods to end this pain he felt…

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InuYasha woke from his sleep, breath short, and heart slamming against his ribs. This dream had interrupted his sleep for the past month. Why he did not know. The dream was so real it felt as if those clubs he had been hit with so long ago were again beating his body and soul. His body ached, so he stood up to go take a shower. He slid off his boxers and turned on the shower getting it to the right temperature. He stepped into the water and leaned his head up to the falling water. It streamed down his face and his light skinned body. He finished his shower, and stepped out wrapping a small white towel around his waist. He walked over to the sink wiping the steam off the mirror. He slowly looked down into the sink, then to the mirror. His long silver hair fell into his lovely face, and his white demon ears hung in sorrow. As the mirror reflected his golden eyes, it also reflected the anguish that had pierced his soul at the memory of the dream. He walked out into the bedroom and opened his dresser. He pulled out some clothes and started to put them on. He slid on a pair of baggy black jeans, and a tight white tank top that accented his well-defined muscles. He looked over at the electric clock on his bedside table. 9:01 `Great' he mumbled. He slid on his shoes and left his house shuffling his feet while he walked. `Ring' He pulled out his cell phone and looked on the caller ID. It was the only person that could cheer him up…Kamui Basharugi. He answered the phone to the cheerful hyperactive voice of Kamui.

"Hi InuYasha!"

"Hello Kamui…"

"…Is…is something wrong InuYasha?"

`Sigh… She always knows when something is wrong.' "Yes…actually there is. Could you come over? Or I could come over there, I'm already outside."

"How about we meet at the Shina-To-Be Café?"

"Ok, I'll see you in a while then?"

"Ok, I love you InuYasha."

"…I love you to Kamui."

`Click'

`I love her so much, she reminds me of my mother. Gentle…caring.'

InuYasha continued and headed to the café, thinking of reasons of why this dream would be returning. Why had it been interrupting his sleep for so long? His mind filled with thoughts of hate, love, and the lies of his past.

TBC…

A.N: Ok, I'm done with the first chapter of this story. Now R&R and if you don't like it ok, if you like it that's great. But If I get a lot of flames, or if people just tell me they don't like it, then I'm going to lock this in a vault never to be opened again. And as my friend Reika Of The Wind says…Dust off all my other fics and say "Bai Bai!" to this one.