Chopin Op.9 No.2

Now, Kagome wasn't a music snob in any sense of the word, for snobbishness implied a feeling a superiorty that was fundamentally opposed to her own musical philosophy. This being that it was one of the few mediums in life that transcended differences, be they class, gender, race, or background. It was something that couldn't be taken away, for it's very existence was fleeting no matter how much people tried to pin it down.

So it really should have come as no surprise when, passing an afternoon in a field near Edo, her portable speakers would carry Chopin's Op.9 No.2 to the ears of one who was in every apparent way her opposite. And that he would stop, for what felt like a small eternity, if only to identify the source of the sounds.

When finally noticing him, she startled from his presence, and Kagome felt like he was gone as fast as he'd come, walking across the field and through the thick enclosure of trees.

But he hadn't left until the final chord, feeling painfully sweet, had rung true through the light spring air.

Kagome, with an amused smile on her face, toyed with the idea that maybe Sesshomaru was a music lover as well.

I suggest listening to the pieces while reading

Enjoy!