Dreaming Beauty

Dreaming Beauty

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I’m not making any money here either. I love the anime and the manga. I just wish the video game was better.

Summary: In the beginning, it was funny. It shall all end the same way. A young man becomes immortal and a schoolgirl somehow manages to stumble down an old well. Language, MM, OC, Violence


Chapter One


Let the dreaming begin…

The sweetest of tongue but the sharpest of tooth. That was what Ari thought as the handsome dog demon kissed him again. The demon’s tongue was like silken fire, burning him, filling him with molten desire. This was one hell of a dream. That was for damn sure.

He could still remember saving the demon from a hoard of furry little kittens. They had been chasing him through many a dream and nightmare for untold years. The poor creature had snarled and snapped with rage, roaring and growling his terrible fury. He would cut a furball down and five more would take the fallen critters place.

It hadn’t been hard in getting rid of them. He had merely imagined all of them having a big ball of yellow yarn to play with. It had shocked him as much as it did the frightened and frazzled demon. The poor thing had been a bundle of raw nerves.

Now the two of them walked through dreams of untold beauty and nightmares of hellish terror. Ari didn’t know how long he had been like this. He had lost all sense of time when the dog demon had started coming on to him.

He swam within volcanic blood and walked up an ocean’s terrible wrath. He floated within moon white fire and cuddled amongst poisonous red roses. This was the realm of two minds slowly melding and meshing together. The demon was his constant in all the chaos and random ordering about of things with no names. And if they did have names, they had no meaning at all. And if they did have meaning, they chose not to give a damn.

The demon had become most friendly towards him, but it had taken a lot of time to earn his trust. He was distrustful of everything. The very shadows made him jump and snarl as if stung by a hive of invisible bees.

“I hate women!” The demon had first yelled at him, swiping at his face upon meeting. “Stay the hell away from me, you whore!”

Well, that had only served to confuse him and then he just got angry. He was a man and he sure as hell wasn’t a whore. That was the woman who walked the village at night.

“Women are deceitful wretches!” The snowy haired demon roared, puffing out his broad chest. “You all lie and you betray!”

The demon had then proceeded to attack him, tearing at his already strange garments with razor sharp claws. To make a long and rather embarrassing rape fantasy of his short, the demon quickly discovered him to be a man, a very beautiful man at that.

He rolled his eyes at the memory of long ago memories that seemed very distant indeed. This place was so confusing and everything was always changing. Yet he and the demon always stayed the same.

“I have been alone for so long,” a distant memory haunted over his left shoulder, tickling at his ear with lonely sorrow. “I no longer care that you’re a guy walking through all these hells with me.” He remembered how the golden eyed demon had pulled him close with such powerful swiftness, whispering how he just wanted something to hold onto for the moment.

Ari smiled with deep red lips at the vision only he could apparently witness. He really did feel like he was losing his mind.

“Inuyasha?” He asked, stopping and the handsome demon released his mouth. “Do you forgive her?”

The taller man with the doggy ears grinned, showing fang. His face went from showing kindness to something horrible.

“If I ever see her face again…I’m gonna snatch it off her skull and nail it to her tombstone.”

Ari took that as a very kind maybe. He was certain Inuyasha meant that promising threat in the most loving manner.

He had witnessed many of Inuyasha’s memories. Many of them had been very unpleasant to watch. The demon had struggled with him, fighting and yelling for him to close his eyes or cover his ears.

His older brother had beaten him and cast him out at such a young age. His mother had been so beautiful and she had died terribly. This poor demon was all alone. He had nothing and no one. His world hated him.

“Memories,” he said, taking hold of Inuyasha’s larger hand. “They will drown you…if you allow them to.”

He remembered seeing Inuyasha playing with a little ball, laughing with his mother in a garden. He had looked so cute, so full of life. The way he would cuddle in his mother’s lap filled his heart with such warmth. It made him miss his own mother.

“Good memories,” he whispered, stepping closer to him. “They are the ones you should remember and cherish.”

Inuyasha cocked his head to the side, looking at him with those glowing golden eyes of his. They looked so deep and somewhat arrogant. But, good memories are so easily forgotten. It was the bad ones that stayed with you forever.

“The bad memories,” he said, turning away from one of his own. “They are the ones you shouldn’t dwell on.”

Inuyasha pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him. “That boy hit you.”

“He did,” Ari nodded. “But I got him back three days later. I rubbed the kind of leaves that make you itch really badly all over his clothing. He scratched himself raw.”

The demon laughed. It was deep and it rumbled from inside his larger frame.

Ari was suddenly struck with the same scary thought that often possessed him. What if he wasn’t dreaming at all? What if he was awake, but this was what he was seeing? What if this was all he could see? What if the same insanity that had killed his father had finally gotten to him? Were his mother and grandmother feeding him, leading him around, and watching over him like hawks to make sure he didn’t hurt himself?

No! He didn’t want that.

I should never have gone into the forest. I should have listened to my mother. Why didn’t I listen? If I had listened to her I wouldn’t be losing my mind right now.

“Hey,” Inuyasha said, shaking him a little. “Where did you go? Come back.”

“My father went crazy one morning,” he suddenly voiced allowed his fears. “He was fine at the breakfast table and the next he was rolling around in the floor, giggling as if he were being tickled by children. He would shriek and cry about voices and things trying to eat him when night fell.”

The demon was silent.

“It only affects the males in my family,” he said, looking this way and that. “His father had it and so did his brother. They call it the crazies.”

“And you think you’re going crazy?” Inuyasha asked.

“A human can’t bathe in stars,” he suddenly snapped, turning away from him. “I walk on water and I spat lightning at you once.”

“Maybe you are crazy,” Inuyasha said, sounding very serious. “Because I know I sure as hell am.”

Ari blinked.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re even real at all,” he went on, gently holding onto his sleeve. “Whenever I turn my back on you for just a second, I catch myself hoping you’re still there when I turn back around.”

Ari was stunned.

“I keep thinking you’re just someone my mind made up in order to keep me from sinking down into Hell,” he nodded, tugging on his sleeve, wanting him to come closer without being forced to do so. “You saved me from those goddamn lions.”

“Lions?” Ari interrupted. “They were kittens.”

“LIONS!” Inuyasha roared at the top of his lungs. “THEY WERE LIONS! THEY WERE BIG, HUNGRY ASS LIONS!”

Ari had to turn his face away or he would start laughing. Inuyasha didn’t like being laughed at. It pissed him off and he would sulk for long dreams at a time.

“You’re right,” he quickly told him without complaint or hint that he was merely agreeing with him for the sake of agreeing. “They were the biggest lions I ever saw.”

Inuyasha nodded, calming down considerably. “I’m just glad you had those big yellow exploding balls of light on you.”

Ari fought not to roll his eyes. They were balls of yellow yarn and he damn well knew it, too. He was being most difficult.

“Look,” he suddenly pointed passed the demon. “The clouds are made out of fish here.”

And they were. The clouds were made out of schools of colorful fish. They looked to shimmer with the very color of the rainbow after a good rain.

“Did you do that?” Inuyasha asked.

Ari shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe I did.”

Inuyasha glared.

“What?” He asked. “I had to do something in order to distract your puppy dog attention span.”

The demon growled from low in his throat, showing lots of sharp fang.

“Come on,” Ari said, producing a butterfly net. “Let’s go catch some. I have some yarn here. I’ve always wanted to walk a fish.”

~*~

Present Day


“In the beginning,” an old man’s voice spoke in the darkness. His face was lighted by a medium sized flashlight, making shadows dance along the white walls. “A great demon shouted, ‘BOO!”

Children of all ages squealed, causing him to laugh. The lights came on overhead and he turned the flashlight off.

“And that is how the light was scared away from the darkness, causing us to have day and night. Plus, the light has held a grudge ever since.”

Kagome rolled her dark eyes. Her grandpa was such a moron. He was always going on about a bunch of nothing, conning young and old people alike out of their money.

She watched the old geezer sell some useless charms and send the little kiddies on their merry little ways. He even told them to come back again, because demons are all over the place, waiting like Dracula to suck them drier than scorched sand.

“Why are you looking at me like that for?” He asked, counting through the money he had just practically stolen from those poor kids. “How else do you expect us to keep a good roof over our heads, hmm? Young people these days. They have no respect for the old ways.”

She shook her head. The old man and the old ways were hopeless. He was truly what normal society called a lost cause.

“Those kids followed me here,” she said, quickly snatching the money from his hand. “Half of this should be mine anyway.”

The old priest gawked open mouthed. “What?”

She snickered. “A girl needs money to look this good, Gramps.”

“Get back here, Kagome!” He shouted after her, waving his white fans about in distress. “How could you treat your own grandfather with such disrespect?”

“Because I know what you’ll spend this on,” she called over her shoulder. “Pickled plums and bad sake!”

The old man howled.

“What in the world is going on out there?” A woman’s soft voice asked as Kagome raced into the house. It was her mother. She looked to be very concerned. She had both hands over her heart. “I thought I heard an old wolf yowling in pain.”

“That would be Grandpa,” she smirked, quickly hiding the money behind her back.

Her mother crossed her arms over her chest. “Did you take his money again?”

Kagome chewed on her bottom lip. “Maybe…”

“I want some,” a voice called from around the corner. “There is a new video game I want.”

“I don’t think so, Sota,” she said, dancing by her mother. “I need some shampoo and new makeup.”

“Makeup?” Her mother asked. “You don’t wear makeup.”

“I just want to try it out,” she smiled, heading for the stairs. “You always want me to bring a boy home for you to meet. Maybe a painted face will attract one.”

In fact, she cared nothing about boys. They got on her nerves. Her little brother sure did. If a little boy grated on her nerves, she could only imagine (which she didn’t) what a big one would grate on. She knew what they were all after once they hit a certain age. All the boys in her class had that look in their eyes whenever she passed by. Oh, it pissed her off.

“I never said that,” her mother called, coming after her. “But it would be nice if you got a boyfriend…”

There it was. That strange silence had fallen on her mother again. If only she hadn’t left that romance novel out on her desk like an idiot.

“It was just a book about two girls, mom!” She yelled back. “It was interesting, but I’m not going to be shampooing any carpets anytime soon.”

“But,” Sota shouted angrily around the corner. “You just said you were going to buy shampoo with Grandpa’s money!”

“Oh, Buddha, Quan Yin,” her mother began praying. “Please give me patience and shower mercy and compassion over this awkward house.”

Kagome stopped at the top of the steps, looking down at her mom. “Maybe you should read it.”

“Oh, Buddha,” her mother continued, falling down on her knees at the foot of the stairs. “You who held that homosexual monkey in the palm of your hand and imprisoned him under a big rock to show him the error of his disturbed ways…”

“AH!” Kagome yelled, stomping her foot in outrage. “YOU’VE BEEN UNDER MY BED!” Her mother had been in her comics. Her secret comics! “DOES A GIRL HAVE TO BUY A LOCK?”

“…Please show mercy on my daughter and do try and not make the rock so very big. She’s ever so dainty and cracks when under a great deal of pressure. That’s why she does so lousy on exams.”

Kagome ground her teeth in ire.

“I AM NOT A LESBIAN!” She shouted at the top of her teenage lungs, gasping for breath. Her rather pale face was very red at the moment. She was flushed with rage. “So what if I like looking at two girls kiss. It’s pretty. Plus, gay boys are sexy and they always smell good. Plus, you can tell them anything. You can’t shock them. They’re like girlfriends, only they have penises dangling between their legs that only rise for other guys. They never look at me like I’m a piece of meat to be either wrapped up and saved for later or eaten on the spot!”

She could hear Sota laughing from the living room. He was saying something about, “Yay, gay!”

Her mother just kept on praying.

“I know she’s not a very smart girl, but she tries her best. She is very pretty and did I mention dainty? The boys really like pretty and dainty, unless they’re like that terrible monkey and lust after each other like ravenous animals rutting in the dirt.”

“YOU’RE HOPELESS!” She yelled, running down the hall to her room. “NO WONDER DAD LEFT YOU FOR A HAMSTER!”

“AH, RAIJIN!” Her mother shrieked in rage. “STRIKE DOWN THAT DIRTY MAN WITH YOUR BLINDING BOLTS FOR RUTTING WITH THAT GERBIL FACED HARLOT!”

She slammed her door with a thunderous bang and leaned back against it, blowing the dark strands out of her face. Oh, she was pissed. Her mother was out of her damn mind. She was still ranting and raving, but it was muffled now. Thank the gods.

“I follow my own heart,” she said, standing up straight, walking over to look at herself in the mirror. “And that’s good enough for me.”

She sat down with a sigh, taking a deep breath, and scratched the back of her neck. She made a face and smiled. Her mother meant well. She knew that. It was just hard for her. Her mother had grown up following the old ways and it was just hard for her. The world was changing, leaving her frozen in place, while everything zoomed by all around her.

She placed the money on her dresser and got up. It was time to change clothes and go out for some fun. Perhaps if she bought Sota that video game he had been whining for days about, she could manage to win him over onto her side. If she won him over, then his mother would have to come to terms with the fact that her darling, dainty little girl might be a bisexual, leaning more towards lesbian. It was more like 40/60. Girls are just pretty and she did love the taste of cherry blossom chapstick.

To Be Continued…

A note from Flora:

Well, uh, hmm, how do I put this? I honestly don’t know what the hell I’m doing. This all just kind of exploded on the screen before me. I seriously think this might be another crazy one just waiting to be committed.

“Kagome was a very funny young woman. She was all smiles and giggles on the out, full of venomous thorns and a trip to the nearest asylum on the in. Oh, what devastation she carelessly brought upon, below, and across the feudal era. She looted with a twinkle in her eye and raped with a smirk on her painted face. The fires burned and she danced upon the bodies of the burning. It was fucking beautiful.”

Review if you at least snorted once.

-Flora

This is a Note-Note:

“The sweetest of tongue but the sharpest of tooth.”

It is a quote I got from a movie called, The Company of Wolves. It is a very strange movie. It made me giggle and want to buy a red cloak, so all the big bad wolves will know I have a picnic basket that needs a good raiding.