A/N: Here is the long awaited chapter 8 for my story. I think I'm going to go mad with writing for this, considering the fact that I have started yet another story for this pair, not to mention all the others .

Either way, enjoy and be kind to me. Though I do accept all kinds of comments XD

Now, remember! Star's loves you!

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Chapter 8 – Forgotten

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"Fire and ice, ying and yang, good and bad, demon and priestess, male and female! All opposites turn into one and that one turns into madness. You will slowly fade into that darkness, eaten away by your own feelings. You are not stronger than your father, you have no right to live more than he ever did. You will either evade and let the miko in our hands or die, unable to even protect her, not to mention the world. She is ours and ours she'll remain! Heed our warning and stay away!"

The same lines rang in his head over and over, the same echoes, disturbing, vile, malign made his soul and his beast steer up from their slumber to fight against the presence that wanted to bury him under the guilt that rose from his subconscious. It wasn't his guilt, not entirely. There was something more in him, a presence, someone that didn't want to leave under these threats, someone that had lived with him since his birth oh so many years ago. He had known about that presence, but he had never tried to make it go away like he was trying now.

'I don't know who you are or what you want, but you better leave her out of this. She has no mark to show her submission to anyone. Have you not had enough of the suffering she has endured?' his mind roared at the unwanted presence as it hissed it's response, not in the form of words but in that of a laugh.

It was mocking him, ridiculing his words. It wanted to devour him like it wanted to have her as well. It wasn't something of a choice that it had offered. It was going to destroy them and the rest of the world if she wasn't going to get stronger soon. Tossing and turning, his powers not functioning, his strength diminished, Sesshomaru fought against whatever it had imprisoned him, growling and snarling, trying to conjure up enough of his youki to bust out of the chains of his dreams. Because he was dreaming. It knew it and he knew it, but he couldn't seem to get away. He didn't understand what the creature meant. He didn't understand the curse. He didn't understand anything and he loathed that. He hated not being able to do something.

'What have I gotten myself into...' he rumbled, tugging once more at his restrains, feeling that evil presence surrounding him from every side.

'You haven't gotten us into anything, pup. It was fate... It's fated that we should fight for the miko and along side her. It's our destiny to train her... Though you are one stubborn pup, I give you that! You should have learned from your father's mistakes, young one!' his beast, angry and barely breathing, growled deep from within the realm he had ended up in, it's red eyes glowing in the pitch black darkness.

Snarling, showing his teeth, Sesshomaru closed his eyes, feeling a pulse of someone's youki against the edge of his senses. Focusing what was left of his power, a white light surrounding him, he let out a last growl as he opened his eyes, finding the lively image of his ex-caretaker hovering over him, as a sign from heaven. Three days had passed since he had carried the priestess back to his home and every night he dreamt of that place located not in himself but in a space that didn't belong to him. And every time he had tried to wake up, forcefully, he had found himself chained, every time being harder and harder to get away.

Covering his eyes, Sesshomaru growled something, feeling the dip in his bed coming closer. He will forget about the dream soon enough but that wasn't something he wanted to happen. He felt like something really important was connected with that dream, something that made the young girl in his care cry and scream every night, her reiki searching for him. He felt like something in him, the presence he now considered good, the same white presence that had helped him to wake up, was connected with the girl.

'But I don't want to be connected with that useless human! I have no intention of allowing my feelings to be moved by her incompetence of making her own powers submit to her will. My sire made a mistake with his destined miko, allowing her to reach his heart, allowing her to push him into the embrace of a mortal that died soon after she had given birth to the obnoxious hanyo. He had loved that ningen with his whole heart only because the miko in his care showed him an emotion that he didn't need. I will not allow myself to become like that old fool! I do not need to see her as anything more than a pest!' his snapping heart iced once more, cutting through any and all thoughts that made the image of said girl sparkle in his mind.

He will not allow such weaknesses to redeem him powerless in front of the threat he felt approaching them. He will fight to keep his family safe but nothing more. The girl, with all the curses of hell she had on her head, will have to find a way to save her sorry ass by herself. He didn't care that she had suffered so many years because of something that she couldn't control. He even went so far as to kill the thought and the voice that said other wise, forgetting his words that he had spit against the vile monsters that squirmed in the darkness.

Getting out of bed, ignoring Yoko completely, the silver head male walked to his personal bathroom and resumed his daily chores. He will train the miko again today and that was final. No dreams or forces unknown to him would make him do more for her. His job was to help her get stronger and that was all. He didn't have the time or the disposition to do more than that. He never had.

"Sire, you have to hurry! My lady Kagome has already started her training without you!" the annoying voice of the always chirpy bitch made him growl his response.

How come all the hell in the world broke loose when it came to this little female? He couldn't understand his mother's sudden decision of letting Yoko in charge of taking care of him. Sure, she had done a great job then, though his current state was probably due to his father's absence and misjudgment. He had had to take care of both his mother – who always seemed unaffected by what the elders of the Moon clan said – and his people, the ones that governed over the most prized stations in the world. He had had to abandon his own dreams and aspirations as a young, idealistic pup to take care of businesses in his father's absence. And, one betrayal after another, he had grown accustomed with people trying to play him for a fool. He had gotten angry many times and every single time something stopped him from lowering to cater to his instincts. Something, maybe the same white presence that had saved him from his nightmare, had stopped his breaking heart from shattering, promising him something that will only come in the distant future.

Huffing, finishing his morning shower, rubbing his wet body with a fluffy towel, Sesshomaru got out of the bathroom only to met a slightly disturbed Yoko. Black eyes focused on striking yellow as she stared him down, mouth agape as if she was trying to scream, no words passing her pale lips, shaking figure, everything made his mind go blank, his dreams and thoughts forgotten. Rushing to her side just in time to catch her trembling form, Sesshomaru eyed her curiously, concern shining in his eyes.

"There's no time left..." the blue haired female murmured, hiding her eyes from him.

"What are you talking about, onna?" his voice low and dangerous, his beast sensing something disturbing from the petite figure cradled in his arms.

Shaking her head and gently pushing her pup away, her eyes lost to a world that he couldn't see, Yoko walked out of the room. Just as the door closed behind her, the room started spinning, laughter echoing through the immense room.

"I thought I told you, Child of Moon that I will take everything away from you! I thought I told you that you have only two options in this war of fate! You better be prepared for what I through at you!" the same voice assaulted his ears as the tai tried to get up and moving.

Before he could do that, his room, his reality, turned black, a frightening scream of pure agony making his ears ring. Growling, his muscles not responding to his commands, the silver dog tightened his fists, his claws digging into his palms. A sting, hot and painful, coursed through his trained body, making the wail diminish.

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"Sesshomaru... My lord... My lord! My lord, you must wake up!" she tried to wake the sweaty figure of her pup up, his pained expression making her heart cringe.

What on earth was he dreaming? She had only seen him like this when his father's miko and old friend had started that war due to her lover's bad decisions. She had seen him then battling in his dreams with something he couldn't name, always flaring, right before he would wake up, an white flame, something very different from his pinkish one. Shaking his shoulder, her nails digging into his heated skin, Yoko watched as he growled, baring his teeth to whatever monster he was seeing.

"There's not much time left, now is it..." her black orbs turned green only for a second before her sire shot up, his big hand encircling her neck.

Startled out of her reverie, the blue haired inu yelped and subsided her youki, her eyes filled with fright in front of his reddened orbs. Scary as he may have been, but something was definitely wrong with the usual stoic inu. She could feel it in the way his muscles twitched and strained, in the way his pupils dilated. His breathing was hard and raged as if he had been trying to run away from a thing he could never surpass, as if he had battled so many creatures that he had no strength left in him. Either way, he was digging his poisonous nails way too deep into her skin for her licking. Coughing, she desperately thought of something to say to the panic filled male.

"M-my sire... you're choking me..." she breathed out, her hands clawing insistently at his forceful grip.

Panting, his eyes slowly turning back to normal, his exhausted body collapsing back onto the mattress, the dai covered his face with his arm, shielding himself from reality. What exactly had happened in that dream of his? Why had his dream Yoko turn into some kind of monster and was prying off of Kagome's body, with a hunger he had never seen before? Why was that thing talking to him in such a sweet voice right after it had prayed off of the miko's heart? Steadying his rapid pulse, his golden orbs watching the blue haired female carefully, Sesshomaru saw no ill intent in her. So he had finally managed to brake out of his odd dreams. It was frustrating when that white light engulfed him and send him to another dream, much worse than the previous, as if trying to prepare him for something. Closing his eyes, he snarled at the image that haunted him even after he had escaped it's most active zone. Blood and fragments of flesh and bone scattered all around him, soaking his skin, made it's way back to his mind. Blood that made him groan in pain as it tried to purify him, blood that yelled for a help that never came. He could even now see the remains of the lifeless beautiful priestess watching him with dull eyes from under the staggering form of a purplish creature that had been Yoko. Fangs, long and reddened with the red substance that once made the pretty miko seen exquisite to his eyes, moved up and down as words passed the stiff lips of an animal he couldn't identify. Mismatched eyes staring straight at him: one pink and the other green. He could even remember those sickly sweet words the creature had murmured: "Give me the heart that your kind has stolen from me, the daughter of the Sky. Give me back my legacy!"

What legacy, what heart? What on earth had happened there? Who was sending disturbing messages to him right now? Who needed what? Frustration making his body ache once more, Sesshomaru barely heard what his caretaker said next.

"Sire... are you...?" the concerned murmur of the beautiful Yoko made him throw away his covers and walk to his bathroom.

He knew that something was wrong but what? Who could he possibly ask? As he debated, the nightmare that had made his heart feel more pain when seeing the prone body of the woman he had to train tore into pieces with him being powerless to stop it, slowly fading, he felt his body shake and his stomach churn. Snarling at his body's response, the proud inu made every thought fade from his memory as he tried to focus on more important things: like the miko's training, for example.

Meanwhile, still on the edge of his bead, eyes lost on the spot he had vacated, Yoko turned her head slowly towards the window. The mansion's large garden shone brightly back at her, full of life and miracles. No sound from the outside world reached her. Only birds from a distant past chirped in her memory as she watched a small, white clad figure walk to the dojo, black hair, instead of chocolate brown, swaying in the breeze.

"It's the same as back then... the same... Only one thing separates this story from the last: they have the whole "heart" in them... as if the gods made them especially for this..." her chocking words barely above a whisper vibrated silently in the room, going unheard to the world outside of Yoko's wild memories.

She had seen it then, the destruction, the pain, the tears and the blood. She had watched them die one after the other, the "heart" that could have saved them all shining brightly above the battle field, as if asking itself in who it will go next, avoiding the one soul that desperately needed it. She had been there, along side the jewel, a small fragment of it. She had been one of the souls of said "heart" and she had been given birth by the gods for one purpose and one purpose only.

"No... that's a story for another time..." she huffed, brushing the past back into it's cage.

It was good. Only sounds and thoughts had escaped the box. She was safe... for now at least.

"Chaotic, isn't it.. my dream reality.. " she smiled at the ceiling, ignoring the growls that came from the bathroom.

Brushing her attire back into order, the inu female went to do her daily chores. Someone up there really liked to play with them. It was cruel, but it had been the reality she had been granted oh so many years ago, so she wasn't going to complain. She had been given a wonderful life and a wonderful family to take care of, even if the price for this life had been yet another one that wanted to live a long life so desperately before. Shaking her head as she made the bed, the inu youkai went out the door before the silver haired male got out to dress.

Sniffing the air around, seeing that the familiar scent of his old caretaker was starting to fade, Sesshomaru dared to think back to his dream. That creature had seemed so alike Yoko that he almost ignored the fact that they weren't totally alike. But, why did they seem so different and alike at the same time? He couldn't comprehend.

'Better leave these things forgotten right now..' his thoughts shook themselves.

Getting dressed into a white kimono, his mind devising a plan for exercises that included a fight as well, Sesshomaru jumped out of his room with easy grace and headed for his dojo. It will be a very fulfilling day, today!