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Authors Note: This is my first fic so I'm sorry if it's not that good. Please read and review!!!! I'm begging you, The Fluff loves them. I'll try to post every week, 2 week the latest. Please review!!!!. I know you want to. Anyways on with the story, enjoy.....

Ch.1: Dreams

Dream

It's so cold and there's snow everywhere. The smell of blood is in the air, followed closely by death.

It's my blood I smell, and my death that follows.

I can hardly feel anything, I'm going numb.

"No Nuriko, you can't die, you can't," cried the young girl before me. "Please, Nuriko, you can't leave us, we need you."

There are tears running down her face as she pleads for me to live on. The man who holds me in a comforting embrace cries as well.

I don't know who you are, but I don't want to leave you. I want to stay and help, but I know I can't, my time has come. Please be happy together, you're meant to be.

I breath my last breathe as my soul seeks release from the pain and whisper my last words of love, that went unspoken.

"I love you............Hotohori!!!"

End of Dream

Willow awoke startled. It was that dream again. Why did I keep having these dreams?

Feeling moister on her cheeks, Willow reached up to find tears running, silently down her face.

Reaching to the night stand, she picked up her sketch book and pencil. Dating the page, she started sketching her dream.

Miaka and Tamahome.

Since she had moved here two months ago, Willow had started having strange dreams. At first they had been fuzzy; she could hear their voices but couldn't see their faces. The more she kept having them, the clearer they got.

The first ones had all been about the same man. Hotohori. The man she called out to with her dying breath. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, in or out of a dream. There were no other words to describe him. He had a beautiful face, with the most beautiful brown hair, that fell to his waist, and the most incredible brown eyes, that pulled at her. Willow was also in love with him.

In the dreams she loved him with her whole being, out of them she told herself to stop being an idiot. In love with a dream man, it was just crazy.

Miaka and Tamahome had shown up a few dreams later. Miaka, a miko of some sort, and Tamahome, the money infatuated, warrior. From the beginning, Willow could tell that they loved each other very much. They were meant to be, even if it was just a dream.

They had been followed by others. Chichiri; the mask wearing monk. Tasuki; the leader of the Mt. Leikaku bandits. Mitsukake; the gentle and quite healer. And Chiriko; the super intelligent 13 year old.

These dreams were confusing though, because they were never in order. At first they had been, but now they came and went as they pleased. There were also people that were mentioned but Willow never saw them. She knew they were evil and had to be stopped at all costs. There was only one that she saw and feared. The wolf man. The one that killed Nuriko. Out of all of her dreams, Willow only really hated that one. The one were Nuriko die.

Out of them all, Nuriko was the only one that she felt a real connection to. They resembled each other down to the mole under their left eye. The only difference was that Nuriko was a man and Willow was a woman. Watching him die was hard for Willow. It felt like a part of her self was dying.

Closing her book, Willow got out of bed and started to get ready for class.

An hour later, Willow left her dorm and made her way down the stairs, in a blue winter jacket, with matching hat, scarf and gloves. Her bag was slung over her right shoulder and in her hands she carried her sketch book and English text book.

As she stepped out of her building, she was hit with a burst of freezing cold air. Lucky for her, she had remembered to wear a sweater this time. Willow had been surprised when she had moved here. It had been cold when she had come, but she hadn't known it would have gotten colder. She had woken up one day to find snow falling out side her window. After getting a winter coat, she had spent to whole day outside admiring the scenery. She had loved it, for the first week or so, now she just hated it. Willow wasn't used to this weather, were she had come from it had been summer all year round; she couldn't wait for spring to come. Willow wished she hadn't left, but it had been necessary at the time.

Maybe if she had listened to the voice, 'The Incident' would have never happened, and she would still be back home. For as long as Willow could remember, there had been a voice in her head. Not a voice that told her to do crazy things, but a voice that had helped and comforted her in her time of need. She hadn't told anyone about this voice because she did want other to think she was crazy or something. But Willow was glad she hadn't listened, because if she had she would still be back home with her so called friends. After 'The Incident' Willow had applied to another university and moved away from the place she called home for many years. It had been easy, she no longer had friends and her family were all dead. So there was no reason to return.

Willow's father, mother, brother and sister had all died in a car accident when she had been about 5 years old. That day Willow had been sick so she had had to stay home with a sitter. The rest of her family had gone to visit some friends; they never made it to their destination. The car was struck by a truck and all had perished. Willow had gone to live with her only living relative at the time, her grandfather. She lived with him for 16 years before he had died of a heart attack. His death had hit her hard, but she eventually moved on, he wouldn't have liked it if she had spent her time crying for him, instead she remembered the good times.

Willow didn't have any troubles money, even when her grandfather had been alive. When her parents died all their money had been divided amongst their children, but since her brother and sister died as well, it had all gone to Willow. Plus the money her grandfather had left her, she was set for life, but Willow didn't let this go to her head because she didn't want to become the kind of person Willow hated the most, a snobby rich bitch.

Just then Willow heard a heard a beeping sound, looking down at her watch, she saw that she only had 10 minutes to get to class, or be locked out and miss class. At this Willow set off at a run. Every few seconds she would check her watch again, because of this she didn't see the man till it was too late. Running straight into him, they both went down with the force of the impact, dropping their books.

"Fucking hell!!!! Can't you watch were your going?"

Not bothering to look at him, Willow jumped to her feet, pushed her hat out of her eyes, and picked up her beg and English text book, then set out at a run again, apologizing over her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, please for give me, but I'm late. Sorry."

She ran the rest of the way, not bothering to look back. She made it to class with a minute to spare. Removing her stuff, she took her set as the professor stepped into the class. As the class started, Willow forgot all about the man

Genrou watched as the girl ran away, calling out her apology.

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me, but I'm late. Sorry."

If she hadn't already run away, Genrou would have told her where she could stick her apology. Getting up, he shock of the snow and started to pick up his books. Damnit, he could all ready tell this was going to be a hellish day.

First he had woken up early (7 o'clock, what time was that to be up at?). Then there had been no coffee, this is what pissed him off the most, how was he supposed to go through the day with out at least a cup of caffeine? Everyone had drunk it, thinking they would be long gone by the time Genrou would be up. How wrong they had been. The only one that had gotten out of being yelled and sworn at had been Dokun, the kid hated the stuff. Genrou had left the house in a black mood, in search of caffeine, and now weird girls were running into him. He knew there was reason why he hated girls. At least he did have class till 10.

That's when Genrou noticed the sketch book; it was laying face down on the snow. Picking it up, he saw that it had a blue cover. Opening it, Genrou was shucked at what he found.

Sketches. Not just any sketches, but sketches of Sai (a lot of those), Miaka, Taka, Houjun, Myojuan, Dokun and himself. Genrou flipped through the book speech less. They were sketches from the Book of The Four Gods. Every thing was here, from the Gods themselves to the palace of Konan.

This could only mean one thing.

"Holy shit, we have a fucking stalker!!!!!!!!!!"

A.N.: So there it is, the first chapter. What you think? Let me know, member The Fluff loves reviews. I hope I got the name of the country right, I'm not sure. Any who, review please!!! If you have any questions feel free to ask.