Of Crimson Butterfly's Dream

A Sesshomaru Fanfic

Based off of the Manga Series

A/N: hello all, I'm sure you have seen this series up before, and perhaps it had a much different beginning then you remember, but that's because as I was looking over the story again and I realize I had lost touch of who Cho was again. That she wasn't a bright and cheerful person, but had a rather darker vision of things, hint why chapter one was called Songs of Darkness. I remembered why that even though this was a fanfic why it was so very important to me, that I correct the cheeriness that I had put in the first chapters. That is because when I had wrote it I had not intended Cho to be a bright and happy-go-lucky character, but one that was Sesshomaru's copy in a way. So here it is now, the corrected version of Butterfly's dream.

I also have a big, big goal; I used to hate getting reviews, well now I am begging REVIEW ME! I want to know what people think so that I can improve and fix my story telling cause, butterfly's dream is so important to me it's not funny lol. I want people to love it, I want to find images on deviant art drawn of the clan 3 call it, obsession to be the best. I want to be loved XD!

It is hard for me to update to, so the more reviews the more likely I will remember to post X

Prologue of the Creatures of time:

They say when a butterfly flaps its wings in one part of the world it can cause a disaster in another part of the world. Maybe not, but perhaps, instead the butterfly causes a ripple in time; and that shreds the fabric of the universe as we know it. Perhaps as a butterfly breaths its last breath by the hands of another, other than death itself at the end of its cycle; could cause such a tremendous ripple in time that everything would change when you returned from whereever it was that you came from.

Perhaps, maybe, some events in time resulted because of the death of a butterfly. Perhaps it was not just any simple butterfly maybe it was a special butterfly. A butterfly that was a master of both time and event. That would mean that this butterfly was more than a simple insect but maybe, a creature of intellect. This creature was able to understand man's words, his deeds, and his life.

So here stood this creature, with lips drawn tight, dressed in blue with dark blue hair blowing behind her in a wind that was not there. Silently, Chiyo thought to herself, today was a lovely day to travel.

So it was truly a nice day to travel. Though whereever she ended up, didn't always mean it would remain such a lovely day. As the moon shown down through the opened ceiling of the stone temple carved from the thousands and thousands of butterflies across time of the Crimson clan, Chiyo knew that today she would leave.

How, odd to be named as the "crimson" clan, when the four sisters at the head, daughters of the great lady Masa, who was in turn the daughter of the head Nozomi, and further and further, all beautiful woman youkai—were blue and yellow instead of crimson. Blue butterflies, while Nozomi, was the only current crimson colored butterfly youkai in over thousands of years. Now here stood Chiyo in the place where time is weakest in their shrine like home, with her three other sisters, Chiko, Chika, and Chizu. Their names were similar because tradition was that siblings born of the same day must share the first sound of their names. Chi- was the chosen sound by their mother Masa who in turn would have shared hers, if she had twin siblings.

The time had come that another crimson was to be born, and so all of the clan has splintered across time to find suitable males, all fifteen woman that made up the clan, the fifteen that could still breed and reproduce. They were only women and could only give birth to girls. They sought mates, both human and demon men, to help them reproduce. They were a race of females, mothers, daughters, and sisters. Together they worked to increase their numbers and create more guardians of time. This generation now worked to produce the next Crimson Wing, and raise them up to become the clan's lady in command—the matriarch for the Crimson Wings Clan.

Chiyo turned looking at each of her three sisters faces carefully examining each of them so that she might remember them should she not return, and she prayed to return. When a Crimson wing died somewhere in time that was not where their cycle of life began, ripples of time tore through the existence of the world changing things, altering them, people going missing, events being forgotten. She prayed she would not be forgotten and she would not die.

"Chiyo, you must remember to be careful always be wary of the world," she heard the cool voice of her mother speak from somewhere in the shadows.

Always in the shadow waited the whole clan both young and old. She could feel the weight of their gazes all around her, heavy, choking almost, expecting her to fail as she leaped through time. Here in this spot where time was the weakest, after the millions of wings that sliced the air in this same spot for the thousands of years that the clan had thrived. When males were said to still live among the Crimson Wing Clan, long before their numbers weren't dwindling in the slowly changing world of man.

"I remember mother, I remember that I must always be wary I must remain alive to retain time as it is and not destroy a history that had to occur, or to begin a history that should have never occurred, I swear to the moon and its glowing light as a blue butterfly, she being my goddess, to return to my time of birth from here the spot that I stand within the hour of my departure and holding the future in my arms, I swear that I will return." Chiyo spoke loudly the same phrase that would be spoken by her sisters that would follow her.

Soft murmurs in the room told her she had done well and spoke strong. They knew she was well aware of her duty to her family and would return with child and give birth to a daughter that was equal in her own strength.

Chiyo stepped forward letting her face be bathed in the light of the full moon shimmering and shining glittering across her pale skin. She smiled softly to herself and let the moon fill her sapphire eyes; it felt right then, that in the light that she was truly blue as the moon across her skin, even in the blue yukuta she wore. And with the softest of sighs she stretched out her wings. They were as thin as paper and much lighter than air itself and colored the softest blue, making her sisters sigh with a little envy. Then she moved them.

She was gone as soon as her feet left the ground her form shimmered then shattered into the thousands of turquoise blue butterflies that danced into the air aiming for the moon to give them strength. Then the butterflies were gone, as if they had never existed, on to another time, while the clan remained stationed.

There was a moment's wait; the clan held their breath, the designated time that Chiyo was to return was shown on the moon dial at the head of the circle. Slowly the seconds moved by, tension filled the room, and the stale taste of panic drifted into the room

Then the three sisters shrieked as the designated time was passed up by the last click of a second. She had left only 10 seconds before. And then they felt it, the ripple, dragging across the womens' skin like the rake of the claws across a chalkboard, then nothing. Chiyo was dead. And the sister's shrieks of horror were joined by the rest of the woman, but none cried as loud as the Yellow Wing, Masa, mother to the Blue Wing Chiyo.

Cho screamed.

She screamed so hard that she felt her throat go raw, and she sat up throwing off the sheets that had threatened to strangle her. She needed to breathe, she was covered in sweat, and she knew she smelled like she had just run a ten mile marathon. Yet she hadn't she had been lying in bed.

She was having nightmares again and always when she thought of returning home. Home, it wasn't a bad place, home, no she wanted to go home, needed to go home. Cho ran her fingers through her hair, but when she came up short, expecting to have to pull her arm out to full length because of the waist long hair. She then remembered in a blaze of rage, she had taken a pair of scissors and cut away at her hair, until it was barely past her ears.

It had been a wasted attempt to get rid of the horrible blue streaks and tips running through her blonde hair. She was Japanese, and yet, she wasn't, because, no one was born with blue and blonde hair. No one but her.

She had thought she had grown out of that phase in high school, once she had gotten into oxford, so many had found her to be a scientific miracle or phenomenon. Not only that, but she was marked with the faint color of wings along her back like a tattoo. Except it wasn't a tattoo, it was a birth mark, passed to her by her unknown origins.

Cho was going home though. Home, that word again bounced around in her head for a while. Yes home, she couldn't wait to see her little sister again, couldn't wait, to see mama, or grandpa, or even her little brother. Wouldn't Kagome be surprised, Cho had actually cut her hair, without cutting off someone's fingers.

Cho yawned and glanced at the clock, it read 3:00 a.m. Sounded about right. She rolled back over throwing the blankets back over her head and resolved to go back to sleep. She had a lot of packing still left to do and she wasn't going to do it half awake.