Summary: Kagome thinks she’s been dreaming about someone else’s life until she wakes up with no memory of the day before. Things become complicated when she realizes that she’s been switching places with a demon lord named Sesshomaru who lived 500 years ago. As they work together to discover the source of their bond, irritation becomes infatuation.
Written for SessKag week Day 3: Red (String of Fate)
Excerpt: It was happening again. The refreshing scent of unpolluted air was always the first sign. Then came the thick bed of grass beneath her. Finally, she heard the trill of songbirds overhead. Kagome opened her eyes to a world filled with sunlight and brilliant landscapes.
She’d been having these dreams for about a month now. They always started the same way. The sounds of nature would gently rouse her. Her nose would twitch as she distinguished the notes of the nearest flora and fauna. Kagome usually woke up leaning against a tree or tucked away in a cavern. No matter the location, she was always alone.
At first, Kagome had been frightened. Not only was she in a place she didn’t recognize, but she wasn’t in her own body. If the silk hankimono and boots weren’t unusual enough, the clawed fingers and deep timber were a dead giveaway.
The first time she’d had to relieve herself in the bushes had been mortifying. Kagome could barely shuck off her pants, let alone look down. Her cheeks still burned when she thought about it.
That was what was so odd about these dreams. They were vivid. Everything from the blades of grass to the crystal clear water felt real. If she ate wild berries, the burst of tartness filled her mouth and her tongue turned purple. When she looked up at the sun, she could feel its warm rays upon her face. It was difficult to discern the dreamworld from reality.
Then Kagome realized she could fly, and, suddenly, it felt less genuine. She stopped worrying about the things she couldn’t change, such as the fact that she had magenta tattoos on her cheeks or male body parts. After all, it was only a dream. Nothing bad could come from a dream.
