Who I am in my dreams

A pale hand shot out from the satin comforter to turn off the annoying beeping of the alarm clock. The body completely covered from head to toe by the sheets and blankets shifted, and out rose a man. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, he stretched and staggered into the bathroom flicking on the light as he entered, he sighed as he gazed at himself in the mirror before splashing his face with cold water, drying off he then made his way to his dresser turning the light off as he left. Pulling on a pair of white sweat pants over his red boxers. Eventually making his way down stairs.

His only servant a well built 23 year old with hip length black hair that she kept in a bun and sky blue eyes, Hana was putting the finishing touches on his breakfast when he entered the dining room, she moved out of the way, and stood against the wall incase he happened to need something.

“Good morning sir, I trust you slept well” she said

“Yes, that will be all.” he said as he sat in front of his plate and began eating alone. Hana entered the kitchen and leaned against the counter her hand resting over her heart, she was only four years younger than her employer, and she knew without a doubt that she felt something towards him. Finally snapping back into reality Hana stood up straight adjusted her traditional maid uniform, and headed upstairs to make the messy bed she knew awaited her.

A man in a black blazer, white t-shirt, and blue jeans entered the house, still wearing his sun glasses he entered the dining room just as the other man finished his breakfast. “Sesshomaru my man, who loves ya? Have I got some news, J’Shae records heard your demo they want to sign you.” the man said.

“Cant wait” sesshomaru said calmly, hiding his excitement. Hana entered the dining room dressed in a white spaghetti strap shirt, tight low riding jeans, she had her hair down, flowing down her back in waves like black water. Sesshomaru’s agent walked over to Hana.

“My, my aren’t you a stunning little angel, can you sing? I can get you signed” he said as he slid his arm around her shoulder, then slowly making its way to her rear. Sesshomaru stood grabbed Hana and pulled her away.

“Did you want something Hana?” Sesshomaru asked, not realizing he held her in a protective embrace, as he glared daggers at his agent.

“I..I came to tell you that I’m going grocery shopping and I’ll be gone for a few hours, and if there’s anything specific you want me to pick up?” Hana answered. Sesshomaru looked down at the innocent creature he held in his arms her cheeks tinted a rosy pink, how he wished he hadn’t just rescued her from his womanizing agent, he released her and took a step back.

“Just the necessities as usual.” Sesshomaru answered, Hana nodded and left through the door that lead to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, didn’t know you had a thing for your maid.” his agent said.

“I do not have a thing for my maid. Hana just happens to be the first one that I find trustworthy, she’s been here for a year and hasn’t stolen anything. I don’t want her quitting because my agent is a pervert.” Sesshomaru said calmly, before drinking the rest of the tea that was left in his cup.

“And I’ll keep being a pervert as long as my name is Miroku.” miroku said. Sesshomaru discretely rolled his eyes.

“You can go home now.” he told the pervert, Miroku gave him his most hurt look then turned and left. Sesshomaru left the dining room, and crossed the hall into the T.V. room turning on his wall to wall floor to ceiling television, surfing through the channels till he came to the news, he hated the news always filled with disaster and tragedy. He turned the T.V. off, and leaned back into the sofa cushions. He let his mind wander till he slipped into the world where your not sure if it’s a dream or if its reality...


Sesshomaru found himself standing in the middle of a vast garden, the wind whipping his hair around his face. He looked as far as his eyes could see, it seemed the flowers stretched for miles their fragrance clouding his senses. He was just getting used to the view and nose burning scents when he was suddenly in the dark, chained to a wall, yet slumped to the floor. He tried to move but found that even the slightest twitch of a muscle brought waves of intense pain. He searched the dark room the stench of blood and waste hung strong in the air causing him to add his own vomit to the room. The door was suddenly swung open revealing a dark haired man with crimson eyes an evil smirk plastered on his pale face.

“Lord Sesshomaru how nice of you to spend so much time in my home, and to show you how grateful I truly am I have a gift for you.” he said evilly before he brought a young female inu-youkai into view his claws digging in the tender flesh of her upper arm, and yet she showed no fear.

“Naraku you truly are a bastard” Sesshomaru spat out. Naraku’s smile widened as he flung the girl unceremoniously into the dirty room of the dungeon.

“I’m sure you’ll find her useful, since I can smell that her first heat approaches.” Naraku said before slamming the door shut. Sesshomaru glared at the door before turning his attention to the girl that was sitting in the corner, her legs pulled up to her chest. she was shaking uncontrollably, he noticed that she was dirty and under fed.

“What’s your name girl?” sesshomaru asked calmly. She looked up at him a look of horror on her young face as if she had just noticed that she was not alone in the dingy room.

“I refuse to give you any information that could be used to do me harm.”the girl answered. She had an air of royalty around her. she was still innocent judging her scent. He studied her features noticing even in the scarcely lit room that she had raven hair and her eyes were as blue as the sky.

“We are both prisoners here, what could I possibly do to harm you by only knowing your name?” Sesshomaru asked. The girl shifted unfolding herself into a more comfortable position, most likely so she could get a good look at her cell mate.

“You are like me..that is to say we our of the same kind.” she said. She stood and stepped closer to him, and reached out to touch his face markings. “Yet we are not of the same clan.” she said letting her arm fall back to her side.

“For now you may call me Sakura which has almost the same meaning as my true name.”she answered snobbishly as she made her way back to her corner. It seemed like hours had passed before the door creaked open to reveal Naraku, his signature smirk still plastered on his smug face.

“Tell me Lord Sesshomaru what element of torture do you want to endure today.” he asked with a laugh. Naraku’s gaze then fell on Sakura and the evil glint in his eyes grew brighter. “I have just the thing, knowing how you feel for the pure breeds of your kind I’ll let you be the spectator this time.” Naraku said, before making his way to the trembling girl. Sesshomaru could only watch as naraku bent over his face inches from Sakura's his hand reaching to the back of her head tangling his fingers into her matted hair, his face moved closer before he stood back up pulling Sakura to her knees her hands instantly flying up and locking on to his wrist. Naraku smirked at her as she tried to free herself but to no avail. Naraku then turned and left the room dragging Sakura behind him.

hours passed before a large bear demon entered and unshackled Sesshomaru's wrists causing him to fall completely to the floor. The flesh was rubbed raw where the shackles had been for weeks, months, years he truly didn’t know, time slips away in the constant darks of life. The bear demon grabbed Sesshomaru hoisting him up by
the shoulder nearly crushing his collar bone into splinters. The bear demon was completely disfigured, his appearance resembled shredded meat his eyes glazed over. "The demon slayer's brother had eyes like that." Sesshomaru thought, he was pulled from his thoughts the only real escape he had from the dark dank place that morbidly had become his home, by the feeling of his body moving.

The bear demon came to a stop in front of a room that Sesshomaru knew all to well, the torture chamber, the door was slid open no doubt by the large demon at Sesshomaru's left, he again felt himself being hoisted up by his shoulder and then tossed like a rag doll into the room, the force causing him to fall forward cutting his chin on the stone floor. the bear demon laughed at the sight of blood running down Sesshomaru's chin. Sesshomaru was angry, angry at himself for getting into this mess, and angry at the fact that he had refused his half-brother’s help and went after Naraku alone.

“Chain him to the wall, I wouldn’t want him to miss the fun I’m going to have with the young demoness.” came Naraku’s voice from behind a shoji screen at the far right corner of the stone room. Yet again Sesshomaru was lifted and dragged over to the wall, his wrists shackled so high he was forced to stand. A hanging table in the middle of the room was then lowered to reveal sakura, she had been bathed and strapped to the table completely in the nude. Sesshomaru’s stomach twisted into knots from the dread of what was going to happen, Naraku was ruthless not caring who he inflicted pain on, as long as it got the reaction he was looking for. Naraku appeared from behind the screen, his smirk still in place as he made his way to the fire pit that was in the left corner directly across from the screen.

“Lord sesshomaru the creature before you would not be here at all if she had not been stealing from me, and as I do not tolerate such behavior I’m going to make her pay with her flesh” Naraku said, pulling out a branding iron from the hot coals of the fire, the glowing iron held the symbol for thief.


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Written October 5th 2005. Technically this is my first fanfic, I just never posted it.