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Warning: Story twisting and character death.

Dream in a Dream

And now, as the night was senescent,

And star-dials pointed to morn...

At the end of our path a liquescent

And nebulous lustre was born...

"Rin?" Sesshoumaru asked, confusion evident in his usually monotone voice. The little girl stood in front of him. She was holding hands with a (for once) clear-eyed Kohaku, a silent Kanna at her side

"Yes Sesshoumaru-sama?" Rin asked, a grin too malicious and calculating spreading across her innocent face.

"I've finally got you here, and injured too. Puppet!" Out of the shadows Naraku came with an absent expression adorning his usually sharp features.

Stepping forward, she brushed her hand quickly across the unmoving man. Almost immediately he began to dissipate, a wooden figure falling to the floor and shattering.

"It's pitiful. I was able to deceive all of you so easily. You all believed that pathetic man was me, Naraku." She said, turning back to face the stunned youkai. "I've killed that worthless hanyou, it was easy enough, I just implanted the smallest seed of doubt in that young miko's head and watched it flourish and grow. Inuyasha was betrayed by the same woman twice, just two different bodies. The houshi was easily taken care of, I just accelerated the growth of the Kazaana in his palm and he killed off his little demon slayer girlfriend too. Sucked her up. The kitsune ran after that. Too weak. Too slow too, my poisonous insects caught up and finished it off quickly enough. That left the wolf demon tribe that I assigned to Kagura and you and your dear toad. I dismissed him at the river, just a little push, no one would ever believe that the poor little orphan could do such a horrible thing. I have all the jewel shards now, all except the one you posses." She finished, looking him over. "My puppet did quite a nice job. You are unable to wield either of your swords." And with that, she looked him in the eyes, gave a wave of her hand and he was gone, leaving only a puddle of blood on the grass and a pink crystal fragment falling to the ground.

She walked over to the crimson spill and picked the shard out of the mire. Bringing it to her face she kissed it, leaving a bloody tint to her lips.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.


A/N: Yeah I know it's sad and I know I killed off Sesshy, I'm sorry but I was feeling angsty.

Here's the whole poem of A Dream Within a Dream.

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow–

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand–

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep–while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

1849, Edgar Allen Poe, A Dream Within A Dream.