I'll Be Your Stalker by Kyouka Natsuki

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I'll Be Your Stalker...

Kagome has dreams that fit together as a storyline and as she learns more about her life in the dreams she goes half-crazed as she falls in love with a character from her own mind, but when she finds out he's real, she'll do anything to be with him. (AU) Kagsess

Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha, but Rumiko Takahashi does... maybe you could ask her to let me borrow them!

(A/N Demons do exist in the non-dream world, but there demon features are covered up. In the dream world, demons exist knowingly, everyone knows there are demons)

WARNING: Total Revision

Chapter one: Green Velvet

The first chapter is in the third person, but the rest of the chapters will alternate between first person (Kagome) and third person

(Dream Sequence)

The castle stood atop a large hill, or small mountain, either way, it was quite a way up. It presented a beautiful view, surrounded by nature, a placid lake and the animals of the forest. The only way to enter the castle seemed be to climb the mountain. The inhabitants of the castle never left the mountain- ever. The ones that were allowed were adept at climbing, or owned a carriage, which meant they were royalty. Carriages were specially designed for castles like these, ready for rugged land and ready to make the passenger's ride still, enjoyable.

"Good morning Suki!" she relayed cheerfully to the rosy face of the servant.

Suki looked at her appraisingly. "You're up?" It was a rarity that Kagome could wake up early or at all until at least noon.

"Yup. It's going to be such a beautiful day. I think I'm going to take a stroll." She yawned widely, stretching her arms.

Suki ended Kagome's idle plans, with her orders, "Your mother wants you to meet her in the receiving room, there's a very important visitor."

A quizzical look showed on the young woman's face but she said nothing else and nodded her head obediently.

"Mrs. Haywarth picked out these beautiful silk and velvet frocks especially for this meeting, and- come now, I have to pull tighter than this. Hold your breath in; quickly!" Suki shouted, her white fingers, desperately trying to stop the strings from slipping.

She berated, "I'm sure the visitor below is impatient. Let's hurry up a bit." Suki evaluated her work, clucking disapprovingly. "You've gained some weight."

Kagome groaned as they started the process all over again. She sucked in her breath and the air was pushed out of her painfully as the strings were pulled tighter around the bodice.

The dress was set out along the window seat and Kagome gasped at the material, rubbing the texture against her fingers and cheeks. "So soft...," Kagome murmured.

"Kagome, could you please stop touching the fabric? We have to put it on." She unzipped the dress and helped her get into it.

Inside, against her skin, the fabric wasn't that soft. In fact, it was itchy. "Suki, I can't stop scratching."

"Keep your hands to your side," was her response. "The only way we could afford a dress like that was only because of it's inside material. It's not fit for the pigs to wear, but bear with it dear. It's only a few minutes." Suki patted Kagome on the back, reassuringly, but an opposite reaction ensued.

Kagome started itching madly, grasping at her back trying to reach it.

"Sorry dear." Suki said, guilty as charged.

"Aww, forget about that Suki." Kagome said dismissingly. She hugged the woman adoringly, ignoring the sharp tingle of the urge to itch, shoot up all along her body. "Suki, do you happen to maybe, I don't know, um... know who is coming?" She asked innocently, but in return got a coarse answer.

"No young lady, and if I did I am not supposed to tell you." Suki knew all her pretences since she had been her nursemaid since she was a baby and answered bluntly.

The young girl looked at her with a disbelieving look and shook her head. "Oh come on then, who is it?"

The matronly woman muttered something about 'nosiness and betraying the Missus' when she answered vaguely. "A fine young gentleman, that's what he is, now 'hush' and be silent. Let's finish dressing you up."

Suki combed her dark hair through and left it down and put ridiculously large bows in her hair, at which Kagome protested to and they had to end up combing her hair a few times more after the bows were torn out of her hair a few times by the annoyed young woman.

Kagome was not in any mood for feeling despondent when she heard it was a gentleman, but was hurt that the surprise visitor would not be here especially for her birthday. Any fine young gentleman would mean, a man out of her league and one her mother wanted to have intentions of him marrying her, just like any other day. Their family was not related to any royalty, even in marriage in any way and did not deserve to be in the presence of nobility. She knew the tricks and deals they had made to get her to where she was today and she was downright ashamed of them.

A cheery voice interrupted the movements behind the paper screen which blocked any indecency anyone who went in would not be forced to view. "My dear! You look stunning in that green velvet!" She exclaimed.

Her daughter managed to conjure a weak smile on her face as her mother fluttered over them. "I knew that this would look wonderful. And you Suki," she turned to the blushing maid, surprised at an upcoming opening for a compliment, for they were none too frequent. "How did you turn my daughter from a dreary plain girl into this beauty?"

She turned back to matters at hand. "Would you be a dear Suki and leave me and my daughter together for a moment?"

The servant complied and left the two behind the screen.

The moment the door closed, Mrs. Haywarth had pulled her daughter's hair up to her face, so hard that the pain made her shriek and as a result her face was red with the excruciating pain. Her mother sneered in her face and let go of her hair and pushed her onto the floor.

It was if the room had suddenly turned dark when the presence of this woman's true personality came to life and emerged from the darkness. Her mother rounded on her, eyebrows scrunching up, mouth twisted in a sneer and a poised index finger as an omen.

"This is your chance to finally bring some honour to this family. Stand up, you wretch! Your complexion leaves much to be desired," she pinched her daughter's cheeks in an effort to make them rosier. "One of the finest gowns in the world wouldn't make up for what you actually are- scum." Mrs. Haywarth became more threatening as her face leaned close to Kagome's face, breathing heavily onto her daughter's face, making Kagome cringe at the bad breath. "You make one wrong move in that room, and you will get the beating of your life."

Kagome's eyes shot up with surprise. Her mother was so concerned about this visitor. What would he be doing here? How would she get such an important guest over? She was terrified when her mother became like this and her eyes secretly wept in fear over her mother's violent actions. Her mouth clamped over her lips so fast that her teeth caught the inside of her lip and she winced in pain at the coppery taste of blood.

Straightening out her petticoat and dress, her mother's voice had become more calm and normal, but underneath the voice, the menacing undertone reverberated throughout the whole room. "Understand?"

The girl nodded quickly, but was silent.

Mrs. Haywarth went up to the mirror and set straight her brown curls. Her mother had turned back into the pretty noble lady who wanted to still marry. She wanted to erase their bad name with a very crucial marriage, one that would make people finally respect her for the independent woman she was and for that, it would need someone who was the highest social standing. What her mother did was shameful to the rest of society (having a child without being married, especially with an unknown father), so they were pariahs, barely thought of when one wanted to invite notable guests.

Before she knew it, her worried thoughts had left and reappeared with more alarm as she realized she was descending the carpet covered steps, running her gloved hand down the lacquered railing of the spiraling staircase. It finally struck her that everyone had forgotten her birthday even Suki, and at such a vulnerable time as the meeting of a potential suitor, her eyes became watery. She willed her tears to well up, but to not appear on her bare skin. Reaching the doorway, her head down as she was taught to always do when first in a man's presence. She brought her watery eyes up and-

(Dream Sequence Ended)

An alarm clock rang sending a woman in a frenzied state. "I'm late for work, I'm late for work. My boss is going to slaughter me and then bury me six feet under," she muttered, frustrated.

A loud voice cried out indignantly, sarcastically, "No! He would never do that! He would stick you in a barrel and put you out to sea and then try to find you at sea, slaughter you and then you'd be buried."

She entered the kitchen noisily with messy hair sticking out but contrastingly in a pressed suit. "Sango", she whined, "Why didn't you tell me I reset my alarm clock while I was asleep?"

A primly dressed woman sat on the kitchen counter sipping a hot cup of coffee in a tight black skirt that reached her ankles and a white blouse that complemented her figure. She gave her a pointed look.

"You were most definitely having 'the dream'. I tried waking you up, but nothing would work." She ticked the things she did off with her finger. "I dumped cold water on you, you punched me, it was one of your better punches actually. I tickled you, and you kicked me. I even tried lifting the covers off of you, and you held on so tight that your fingers were white. Hmm... if that wasn't any indication something was wrong with those scenarios please tell me differently."

The woman who was combing her hair while hearing the startling things she had done while sleeping looked very guilty. "Sorry Sango, I guess I just couldn't help it. I didn't even know I was doing it, so cut me some slack?"

Sango shook her head. "Of course I forgive you. I know you didn't do it intentionally."

"Let's talk about this later and we can rename 'the dream' something else. That has to be the most stupid name I have ever heard for a dream. It seems as if there are quotation marks around it." They both burst out laughing as the seriousness of the situation struck them and, at how they were reacting.

It was just a few dreams...albeit a few dreams that rendered Kagome powerless as to when they would come and of her unconscious actions.

Both girls were very reverent of the recurring dreams that made Kagome into a person who had no control of their actions and came very spontaneously. Those two reasons alone had made them think they were important along with what the dreams that came. Dreams that made sense and continued, the next time she was asleep... They made a slight experiment of them, since they both thought the subconscious was more aware than the conscious mind. Both being scientists, they loved a new challenge or anomaly.

"Oh, I almost forgot, the meeting with the Head right?" The head of the department and a few other important people were to attend her presentation.

"Yeah, it's only going to take about twenty minutes which will leave enough time for my own project. It's going pretty well, but I'm afraid I'll have to draw a lot more blood to get more positive results." Her mysterious project had been going on for months, without much of a miracle.

Kagome bowed her head ashamed waiting for her friend's reaction. Sango gasped and climbed down from the counter to lightly whack her on the head. "Don't you even dare start that crazy business. I won't have my only friend dying in some science lab from hemorrhaging just because you cut yourself too hard. At least remember not to cut near the wrist."

She smiled and lifted her head. "I'm not that careless or a suicide case."

"So what happened last night, when you met Hojo?"

"He asked me out," Kagome admitted in an almost embarrassed voice.

"I knew it!" Sango had psychic abilities with determining what Hojo was going to ask Kagome about...Duh!

"He's cute." She said with difficulty.

"Maybe cute in the baby type way, don't you notice the way brings his thumb to his face sometimes, almost like he wants to suck his thumb." Her friend shuddered, thoroughly flooded with mental pictures.

"You definitely can do better than him, especially him."

Her positive mood dissipated as she remembered something. "Could you take Kirara to work? I'm kind of swamped and I need to bring her to the vet right after work. Could you?" She asked with her brown pleading eyes.

A petite kitten emerged from the doorway as if on cue and snuggled against Kagome's leg.

"I'm sorry Sango, I can't." She brought the kitty onto her lap to pet her. "No pets allowed obviously, but I would sneak her in for you if I didn't have the presentation I have to do," A dawning light came to her eyes, "Unless you want me to incorporate her into my presentation. I think I could make her a recipient for the treatment to see if-" She was interrupted by Sango's giggling.

"It's okay. That was nice of you to think to take the risk though. You're one of the best friends anyone could have." They hugged tightly until Kagome realized the time.

Kagome grabbed a cup of coffee and her briefcase before leaving the shared condo. "Bye Sango, see you at work."

Her friend replied, trying to hide a smile, "See you, and by the way, happy birthday."

The exiting woman practically skidded in her tracks and almost decided to go back to the condominium, call in sick and get some rest. She had completely forgotten that it was her birthday at her thoughts went instantly back to the dream. It had been my birthday in the dream. She ignored the unsettling feeling and argued with herself but she went ahead and ran in her high heels and yelled a quick 'thanks' to Sango. She promised to treat herself and Sango to a big dinner tonight in her mind and quickly departed with coffee in hand and steering wheel in another.

Clicking high heels hit the ground around her in a world of black and white. Out of the dreary colours of the business suits, the entire building, and everyone's demeanor it seemed the only one thing that could be spotted in the sea of people was Kagome's green velvet briefcase, her most treasured possession.

She reached her lab, to do some paperwork on a new drug that was to be tested for treatment in cancer. She arranged everything in her workstation neatly. The head of the apartment would be visiting soon. Nervously she glanced at the clock.

The Head would be back from a trip around different countries to do business by selling products from their pharmaceutical company. She would have to do a presentation on her research so far, so she would be funded to properly test the drug.

Inuyasha Takahashi one of the most important names in scientific breakthroughs pushed through doors that led to a spacious laboratory. As he and some others sat down in their chairs, he noticed the woman. 'I just hope she has the will power. She has such a determined look on her face.' He ignored the thought that she looked strikingly familiar as well.

One hour later she walked out of the building and was ready to take the day off. She had convinced the head that all the tests were going well, which took thirty minutes but she stayed for thirty minutes more to work on her more secret project and had come out without any positive results, a deep wound on her arm covered in a bright pink Barbie bandage and a scolding from the local nurse.

Outside in the parking lot, the numerous cars and the bright sunshine disoriented her slightly and she held a hand over her eyes. She walked steadily to her car and unlocked her car door. Suddenly she felt drowsy and swayed back and forth and all of a sudden she was falling and everything was dark for a while.

Bright amber eyes widened as a body lay haphazardly on the pavement wedged between two cars. He ran towards the body with speed no human could accomplish and looked for any signs of breathing including a pulse. He recognized her, the woman who did the amazing presentation on the treatment of cancer.

His sharp nose picked up an unwanted scent, it was blood. And then he noticed the bright pink Barbie bandage wrapped around her whole arm. He could've smacked his forehead at his own stupidity, especially in the bright sunlight. 'It wasn't there this morning. Who did this to her?"

(A/N Feedback is always appreciated) ooh, it was so weird, I was listening to Tourniquet (by Evanescence) while I was writing about the bleeding to death part...