What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet. To him a name was everything. The name that lingered on his lips was a name of elegance and grace; a name that consumed his soul and made him see and want only the owner of that name. It wasn't simply though. To have her, he must destroy another. But he had truly loved her at one point. It wouldn't be easy to break her trust, shatter her heart, and destroy a girl who really was a good person. It hurt him to know that at the end of this, they would end. And he would have the beautiful girl with the beautiful name and she would have nothing. For even he knew that he was the only person she had.

"I'm sorry," he sincerely said to the girl who had always stayed by his side.

Heartbroken and numb she turned away from him. "What's her name?"

"It," he paused for a moment. "It doesn't matter."

"It does," she insisted. "I should at least know the name of the girl who you were seeing behind my back. The girl who's making you break up with me," still facing away from him she took a deep breath trying to keep her tears from falling. "Come on Inuyasha – tell me her name."

"Her name's Kikyo," he finally answered.

"Kikyo," she said the name, testing it on her lips. She wondered how she looked. Whether they've ever come across each other. She wondered if she knew that she played a part in all of this – if she knew that the man she loved was telling another that he loved her. She wondered all of this. "I'll just leave then."

She walked over and grabbed her jacket. Inuyasha was just standing, motionless. Before turning the doorknob and leaving his sight, she paused. "I want you to know that I don't hate you. It'll take me some time to move one but I promise you that one day I will move on and you'll only be remembered as the biggest mistake I've ever made," she scoffed lightly. "Truthfully, you're not even worth the breath. Have a good life."

And with that she left. It had stung more than he had anticipated. He continued to stare at his front door, wondering – perhaps even hoping – that she would come back. But she won't and she never will.

"Inuyasha?"

He turned to the owner of the beautiful female voice. It was Kikyo. What made the whole ordeal worse, was that she was in the bedroom the whole time. "What," he asked harshly; in a bad mood from knowing what he had caused.

"What's wrong love?" she asked sweetly. "Did she take it badly?"

"Take it badly," he scoffed. "Of course she did. I just broke her fucking heart! And all because of you! I swear sometimes you're drowning me."

"I know it was hard on you Inuyasha," she said, understanding. "But now we can be together, without hiding."

"Her father was murdered, her mother neglected her and the one person she ever loved just broke her heart and you don't even care," he gave a mirthless laugh. "And to be honest, I don't know if I even care. Is that why you stick around? Because I'll continue to let you drag me around?"

Kikyo gently caressed the side of his face with the back of her fingers. "I love you Inuyasha. And I do care – truly I do. But I don't even know this girls name. It hurts now. I understand. But it won't hurt forever."

Sighing, he roughly pushed his fingers through his hair. "You're right," he finally said; he bent down and kissed her, pushing tendrils of her hair back. "You're perfect, you know that, right?"

She smiled sweetly at her love. "You're too sweet. But come, let's sit," she led him by the arm to sit on the couch. "But speaking of perfection, how's your brother?"

"Keh! That ass of a douche is the furthest thing from perfection. And why should I care how he's doing?!"

Kikyo shrugged. "Didn't he just move to Tokyo?"

"I dunno. I think my pops said he got there this morning."

Inuyasha and his family had all lived together in Kyoto until his older brother – Sesshoumaru – decided to move to Tokyo to be father away from the family. Looking at Kikyo he wondered how long it'll all last. Their happiness that is. He and his brother were never close but he knew that if he was away from his parents he had to be happy – and being with Kikyo had never made him happier.

But how long will it all last?

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It's been nine months since Sesshoumaru first moved to Tokyo. He transferred to the Tokyo office of his family's company and things were going well. Of course, thing always went well for him no matter where he was. Currently he was at his home looking over the days mail. Tossing away most of it, he stopped and opened a pastel colored envelope. It was a wedding invitation to Inuyasha and Kikyo's wedding. Looking at the cursive writing he wondered why they had bothered to even invite him. He had never seen this Kikyo, didn't care for Inuyasha so he wondered what had possessed them to mail this invitation when it was obvious that he wouldn't show up.

His cell phone rang and before answering it he placed the invitation back into the envelope and tossed it onto the counter.

"Hello," Sesshoumaru answered.

"Mr. Taisho, Naraku Onigumo sent an associate here to deliver a package. She insists that she give it to you in person."

"I'll be there in 30 minutes. Tell her to wait if she wishes to."

He hung up the phone and glanced at his watch. The company and the western lands consumed all of his time. If it wasn't a business call, it was a peace treaty. If it wasn't a meeting about a possible merger, it was meeting about youkai personal relations. It never ended. But he didn't mind too much. He had no desire for anything else. It was his duty; his responsibility and he took great pride and honor in that. After all, the lives of many depended on him.

He left his residence and drove down to the company. When he arrived, he walked through the front doors and saw his busy employees bustling around. It was only the first floor and there were 39 more with people looking just as busy. However, he noticed that somehow this one was different compared to normal days.

Several of them seemed to be staring at something and as he continued walking to the back to reach the elevators he came into contact with the 'thing' – or rather the person – they were staring at. A girl. A short girl in a white dress standing in the middle of his path. Normally people parted like the Nile when he came by – but either she didn't notice or she didn't care. And since everyone noticed, it was obvious that she simply didn't care.

"Excuse me," he hid his annoyance.

The girl turned and cast him an innocent look. "I'm sorry? Was I in the way?"

He was taken aback for a moment. She was beautiful and she had to be his. Though he hid it and he would never tell. "Obviously."

"My apologies, I wasn't aware that you weren't capable of simply walking around me."

There were shocked expressions and hushed murmurs as people watched the two of the stand there and 'converse'.

He gave her an amused look. "Are you aware of who I am?"

"Why? Did you forget?" She looked at her watch. "I must be going. It's lunch time and I'm too hungry to stand here with you," she smiled and turned her back to him.

He thought she was different. Like a breath of fresh air. She didn't fawn or walk on egg shells; which was nice for a change. "Just a moment," he calmly said to which she stopped and turned to him. "You truly don't know me?"

She smiled. "I may not have cable but your face is on every magazine; of course I know who you are. I was only teasing, Sesshoumaru Taisho," she grabbed a large yellow envelope from her purse and handed it to him. "Mr. Onigumo wanted me to make sure you received this. It is very important according to him."

Taking the envelope he thanked her and asked for her name.

"Kagome," she answered smiling. "It's nice to meet you but I have to get back to work." She waved and said goodbye and he watched her leave.

Taking the envelope to his face he caught a lingering hint of her scent and then turned to go up to his office. He had finally found her and he will never let her go.