A/N: OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR NOMINATING THIS FIC! No idea who did it but honestly, thanks so much! I haven't looked at this in a while but remember a few typos and errors that I figure I'll take a bit of time to fix up. You can check out the other nominations at the feudal connections tumblr page.

Again, thanks so much!

Silver Boy with Golden Eyes

~Kitty

My first dream was you

It was a good dream. A sunny dream. It had flowers and butterflies and strong, thick trees. She laughed as she danced along the path. Soft, warm sand embraced her little toes. Clumsy feet stumbled, a chubby body teetered and tumbled, and she laughed. The ground was warm and soft on her face and stomach. And a butterfly, a brilliant red butterfly. It fluttered in front of her and dazzled her, drawing her in, urging her forward. And then she was crawling, and laughing, then on her feet and running chasing the red butterfly's erratic flight. It flitted through the leaves and vanished behind a curtain of green. Her little hands pressed apart the dense green leaves and a wide open meadow greeted her eyes, bathed in golden sunlight.

Butterfly forgotten, she waddled unsteadily towards the center where a great metal box rested, its outside edges shiny and sleek. Curiously, she reached out to touch it, squealing with surprise when she discovered it's cold, smooth texture.

"Can it, fucking brat!"

Soft brown eyes widened in surprise and she squealed again, clapping her small, round hands. Boldly stepping forward, she placed both those hands up against the structure, relishing the strange tingle that ran up her spine in reaction to the chilly temperature.

"My god, will you shut up?!"

She laughed again, giggling at the irate voice that emanated from the strange metal box. Falling backward as the force of her laughter destabilized her young feet, she laughed even harder to feel the ground embrace her soft little bottom. And then her round little tummy made a rumble and her attentioned shifted.

"Ahh… Ah…"

The metal box shifted, shimmered, and a paper window pane appeared on its side. The shoji frame opened with an aggressive shick, and a scowling figure appeared, looming dark and large over the little hungry child.

"Oi! Shut the fuck up will you!"

The child was unused to looming faces with frowns shouting at her and her pert little mouth twisted.

"Wuh… wuh… WAH! WAAAAAAAAAH!"

The looming face immediately jerked back, startled. The red clad figure stepped backwards, a nervous hand raised to his head.

"Well, shit."

A moment or two passed before the looming face reappeared at the window above the child. Red sleeved arms crossed themselves on the windowsill and a tan face rested on them.

"Seriously, brat," the boy said, "will you just shut up?"

The crying babe reacted to the plea and her cries tapered off and vanished. She looked up at him with wide worried eyes. The boy sighed in relief.

"Finally, jeez."

The window closed with a snap and the figure inside disappeared. The toddler clumsily brought herself to stand and placed her hands against the cold metal wall.

"Ah!"

Nothing.

"AH!"

Still nothing.

"AAAAAAH!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

An angry hand slammed the window open and a livid face was once again shouting at her. She wasn't frightened this time. She was hoping for it. She giggled at the deep scowl on his face and held her hands up to him.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Ah, ah, what, brat?"

"AH!"

"Leave me the fuck alone!"

Her tummy rumbled again and then a disembodied voice could be heard in the meadow.

"Kagome… Kagome…"

The child turned her head and made for the voice.

"Mah!"

"Keh, good riddance."

Turning mid-waddle, the girl child tried to wave goodbye to the angry young man. She managed one solid wave before slipping and landing on her behind. The boy couldn't help himself and smirked.

"Watch where you're going, brat."

"Kagome… Breakfast time...!"

The child returned her attention towards the surrounding woods and made a headlong dash towards the voice.

"Mah!"

Meanwhile, the boy inside the metal box sighed. As the child's scent drifted away, he gazed outside, taking in the scenery for the first time. He blinked and he frowned, perplexed by his surroundings. Was this forest always there? Did the grass always smell this sweet? Did the birds and wind always make such soothing music outside his box? He couldn't remember. With a snort and a shrug, he shut the window with a sharp click, and turned his back on the colorful world outside.

A/N: was originally an idea for an original story that got taken over by my Inuyasha obsession… Ah well, who doesn't want your own personal dog-eared hanyou to visit every night in your dreams?

(I promise I'll get around to finishing my more serious stories. Just right now I needed a break…)