A/N:- Hello everyone! I don't have much to say except that this one is based on the song Thank You by Dido who is an amazing musician. Check her out if you haven't already. Now go ahead and read the story.

Writing in Melody

Disclaimer:- If I owned Inu Yasha, I'd have enough money to move out of my parents house.

Thank You

I get out of bed; it is still early morning, well before 7 am, the time when I usually wake up. I lift up the shades to look out of the window but the view only makes me more depressed. The grey clouds, the heavy rain, the sleet falling down like bullets from heaven, the slushy streets all are blocking my view of the city.

Making my way to the bathroom, I grab my chenille robe from the arm-chair, I put it on and my gaze lingers over to the form which lays restful on the bed - Sesshoumaru, my husband of many years. I enter the bathroom and splash ice-cold water on my face hoping that it will make the sharp pain in my head go away, but all the water does is cure me of my grogginess.

"Fuck, I shouldn't have drunk so much last night…" I rub my temples with the fingers of my hands in a circular motion and make my way out of the bathroom, out of our bedroom, through the hall-way into the kitchenette.

I thank the heavens that I'd left the coffee-maker full last night and quickly heat some then pour the bubbling dark nectar into my favorite Garfield mug. I plant myself firmly on the dinning-table chair, the morning paper in one hand and the mug of heavenly liquid in the other.

My gawp again wanders over to the window, the view no different than the one I saw earlier making a slight shiver run down my spine. I take a sip of my coffee, the liquid heaven feeling ever more heavenly as it makes its way down my throat and into my belly, all the while praying that it cures me of my unwonted hangover from last night's drinking spree…

Scanning the newspaper, I wonder as to why Mondays always have to suck and be so gloomy. Why can't they be more like Fridays where you are looking forward to enjoying the weekend? I've always hated Mondays, ever since I was a little girl and had to wake up early to go to school on cold Monday mornings. The day I look forward to most is Friday as that is the end of the horrible week and I don't have to worry about the two days that follow this exceptional day.

I was done cursing the day when my eyes fell upon a framed picture of me and Sesshoumaru that adorns the wall of our kitchen. I have no idea as to why this excellent picture is hung up here, but Sesshoumaru insisted that he wanted to be able to see this one especially when he is cooking, which is most nights. I wonder as to where he gets that kind of energy to cook even after working full-time, all day long, all week long as a top-notch commercial lawyer. Some things in life are really unfathomable.

Returning to the bedroom to start my morning ritual of getting dressed for work I noticed that Sesshoumaru was up and about doing his usual morning stretching exercises. I stood in the doorway, leaning on the black-granite door-frame admiring the sheer beauty of him, of his whole living being.

"Good morning, honey." I said with a sincere smile on my face. He nodded me a good morning and continued with his work-out. If there was one thing about him that attracted me more than any other was that Sesshoumaru was a man of less words and more action. The steps he took every day to make life more meaningful, more valuable spoke more than his statements did. He was a man of perfection, just like his father before him. Though he did have a few vices as was the matter with anything that had a few virtues. Where ever there was good there was bound to be bad also. Opposites exist everywhere in life. Ying and Yang. Light and dark. Fire and ice to name a few. But let's not get me started about my theories on life.

I walked past Sesshoumaru to get to the bathroom connected to our bedroom, got the shower running and adjusted a suitable temperature of the water. I quickly undressed and got into the searing hot water and just stood there hoping that the water would wash away the after effects of my hangover. It did just as I had wished it to. "Oh Kami, this feels like heaven. May be today won't be as bad as it feels."

It felt like ages as I stood there under the hot, massaging water when I urged myself to get out, dry up and get into clean clothes. I decided on wearing a charcoal grey pencil skirt, a white oxford shirt and a plain black tweed jacket which hugged my body in all the right places. Quickly I went to the shoe cupboard and selected a pair of black pumps with velveteen ribbon bows on the front which gave them a very cute look. I really do love my shoes because I simply am a shoeaholic.

"You should really wear your hair down, Kagura." Sesshoumaru said as I entered the kitchen where the aromas of freshly made scrambled eggs and fried bacon were wafting from. I really don't know what I'd have done if Sesshoumaru wasn't here to cook for me. I'm sure I'd have been living on takeout every day.

"My hair just comes in the way. It helps a lot if it's tied up in its neat bun." I replied sitting down on my previously vacated chair, helping myself to the lovely breakfast my dear husband had prepared. "Mhmm… It looks and smells real wonderful. Thanks dear." My day was starting to look better already. If only it would stop raining cats and dogs, I'd be very happy.

"The mail just came for you." Sesshoumaru placed a bundle of envelopes in front of me which I immediately started sorting through.

"Bills, bills, bills and some more bills." I pushed them aside and shut my eyes tight. The glimpses of a headache starting to pop up behind my eyes. Seems like today was going to be just like any other Monday. Horrible.

I finished eating. Just as I was picking up my handbag from near the foyer table Sesshoumaru came towards me and took me in his arms. He placed a butterfly kiss on my wanting lips saying, "I love you," softly into my ears. Really, count on him to come and brighten up my dull, dark days with such a small gesture. I thought, at that moment, that I should really thank the stars for the good fortune of being loved and cared for by Sesshoumaru.

Picking up an umbrella from the rack near the door I made my way out of the house and down the stairs. I opened my umbrella as I made my way down the entry stoop of my apartment building. It was still pouring down from the heavens and the wind seemed to have picked up speed by at least two miles an hour. If you've never been here, you won't fully understand what it is like to walk in the London winds and the London rains. It took all that I had to keep my umbrella from flying off.

But as luck would have it, fly off it did. My umbrella shot right out of my outstretched hands and landed ten yards from where I stood. I ran, in all my high-heeled glory, to get it but the darned thing just kept floating away from my hands. Finally, after fifteen minutes of chasing a wayward umbrella and cursing the capitalist society for making such weak umbrellas that can't even stand the stoic currents of air, I gave up and started making my way towards the bus-stop.

What I learned at that moment were two very important principles of life. One, if you run in the rain you'll get wetter than if you had walked. And two, was something relating to Murphy's law- if you lose your umbrella you'll end up missing your bus to work as well no matter if you've left home earlier than usual.

So I ended up getting late to work and on top of that I looked as if I'd just survived a tornado. My clothes were soaked, but thank God not completely. My make-up was running down my face and my usually neat bun had hair sticking out of in like sticks and horns. I kept my bag and stuff in my cubicle and made my way towards the ladies powder room. After I had fixed my appearance and made myself presentable I went towards my assigned cubicle when I heard a voice behind me.

"Kagura, the boss wants to meet you in his office." It was Yura the pesky little pixie of a receptionist with that oversweet voice of hers, always on the lookout for ways to butter up the boss.

"Fine. I'll be there in a minute." I grabbed my files and headed towards the door of the boss's office.

Knock. Knock. I knocked and a robust voice told me to enter. The boss, Naraku Onigumo, had an eclectic taste in choosing his décor. There was a Persian rug on the floor with a silver oak desk in one corner of the room. The walls were painted a garish violet with silver as well as wooden frames hanging with his family pictures. It sometimes made me wonder whether he was a man with a sane mind or no. It was not like he was bad or anything. He was just a bit offhanded and rude at times because he was a man who wanted his work done whenever he wanted it done.

"So, Kagura." He began, "I hope you are doing your work properly…" And on it went with the main purpose of his calling me was to lecture me about punctuality. Well, I thought, this really makes up my day.

After he was done haranguing me, I left his office with a customary bow and quietly went over to my workspace. Behind me I could hear the mumblings of my colleagues most of which consisted of bets as to how I wouldn't last the whole day even though I was there in front of them, doing my work with my best work expression. But even I knew in the deep represses of my mind that I would not have lasted the day had it not been for the call that made my day. It was the voice of the one who could pull me out of the darkest of places in the lowest of days. It was Sesshoumaru's voice.

I was able to make it through the day because of the angelic soothing tones of his voice. His voice was like my very own brand of heroine which made me go into a paradise of sorts making me numb to the harsh realities of life. At the end of the day, I was glad that I'd made it through another awful day and it made me look forward to getting home and into the arms of my lover. That was one place which I would never wish to escape from. Never. Ever.

The rain hadn't stopped dispensing from the heavens as I left my workplace. With no cover from the heavy downpour I made my way towards the bus-stop but had to wait over fifteen minutes in the rainfall for a bus. I was completely soaked by the time I got back home and very much pissed off because of the lewd, lecherous comments passed by the "gangsta" boys on the street because of my clothes sticking to my body in a bizarre fashion. But I did take the courtesy of showing them my middle finger before making my way towards my apartment building.

It had been such a rough day at work; I was glad that I'd made it through it in one piece when I got home. As I made my way through the front door I bumped into something strong but soft and looked up to see that it was Sesshoumaru holding a towel.

A smile of delight and glee crept up my soft features and in that moment I was so lost into the golden eyes of my mate and he in my blood red that we'd have forgotten and not cared if the world around us had withered to dust. Without breaking eye contact I threw myself into his awaiting arms and plastered a fiery deep kiss on his soft lips, whispering a heartfelt, "Thank-you."

The End.

A/N:- So what do you think? Please let me know if there is any way I can improve on my writing because I'm just a novice. Ta! And have a nice day. BTW, Happy Rainy Season!