** Alritey folks, i've revised this chapter and changed a few stuff which might (or might not be) important to the progress of the story so please re-read if you can!! =^.^=

dreams play a pretty major role in these few chapters just to let you know. **


EYES ON ME
Chapter 2

"...I saw you smiling at me
was if real, or just my fantasy..."

-Faye Wong, eyes on me

***


She was standing alone in the meadow again. This time, it was dusk. Around her, the sky had dimmed to a dark blue, tinted by the last rays of the sun to an orangish-pink colour. Above, a lone stork gave a long hooting call as it craned its graceful neck, in search of the rest of its flocked. A warm evening breeze blew softly, ruffling her long black hair, causing her frost blue kimono sleeves to billow around her.

Shivering a little, she tightened her kimono around her. She was waiting, waiting once again for him. Still, he did not appear.

It had been two years already since she last saw him. They had promised two years ago, to wait for each other at that very spot when the first summer star rose in the northern sky, but he never turned up.

Then, she felt him. Two year ago, she had managed to recognize his unique aura even before she saw him. And for two years, she had gone around in search of that aura of his, hoping that, out of the hundreds of people she met each year, one of them would be him. And now, she was sure that her search would finally come to an end.

Slowly, she turned around to face him. She did not dare do it too hurriedly--it was as if he was like a wild animal, move too quickly and you'd scare it away. She could feel her eyes dampen as a tear trickled slowly down her cheek.

"Kagome."

***

Aska awoke with a start. Her face was still wet...had she been crying in her sleep again?

It had been like this ever since the dreams started occurring. She would find herself crying in her wake eight out of ten times, always with a hollow, aching feeling inside her. But this time, it was different. This time, the hollowness seemed even more intensified, even more realistic, the dream imprinted so clearly in her mind that it seemed as if it happened only yesterday.

Sighing, she lay back on her pillow, wiping her wet cheeks. She managed to fall asleep again, without any dreams.

***

When she awoke that morning, the lingering sadness she usually had after those dreams was not there. In it's place, Aska felt another strange feeling...it was as if something big was going to happen to her, something which might even change her life forever.

Cheh, who do you think you are girl, Nostradamus? She chided herself mentally. Nothing's going to happen. You probably ate something wrong last night, hat's why you're feeling so weird in the gut.

Chuckling at her foolishness, she looked into the dressing table mirror and putting her glasses on at the same time...and froze.

It was still her alright, but somehow, it wasn't her. Instead of seeing herself in her usual brown and white sailor-moonisque uniform, this girl in the mirror had on a pale blue kimono with traditional snowflake-like patterns decorating the robe. And somehow, she was beautiful. Her already fair complexion was as white as snow, almost translucent in its nature. She had long silky hair, raven black and glossy, tied back in traditional Japanese style and hung down behind her in delicate curls, almost reaching the back of her legs. But perhaps the most striking of all were her sky-blue eyes. Large, expressive eyes lined with long black lashes that sparkled and shone with a sort of unspoken...happiness.

Then, the girl in the mirror changed back into Aska once again. Dazed, Aska reached up with a trembling hand to pinch her own face. Yes, this was really herself, not just some beautiful apparition. Heaving a sigh, (of relief or disappointment she wasn't sure), she turned away from the mirror and left her room. That was just a figment of her imagination. I've been reading too many of those manga about ancient Japan, she thought, shaking her head with a half-hearted smile.

***


As Aska walked to school, head bent, she couldn't help but wonder about what she had seen in the mirror just an hour ago. She knew that it was her over-active imagination, and yet, she somehow had a feeling that the strange, beautiful girl in the mirror had something to do all those dreams and that weird feeling she had been having all morning...

Around her, the sidewalk in Shinjuku was full of go as she made her way to the Shibuya subway station. Teenage girls giggling as they poured over the latest issue of 'Sweet-Sister', rowdy school boys, some puffing away at their cigarettes, some making passes at cute girls, the working community in their neatly pressed suits, walking briskly towards the business district in Tokyo.

But despite the bustle around her, she felt oddly out of place. It was as if she was viewing this scene from somewhere far away, as if everything was taking place without her in it, even without anyone realizing or feeling her presence. This was how she had been feeling ever since she started having those dreams. She just wasn't her usual self.

Suddenly, she felt someone in stand in front of her. Cautiously, she lifted her head...and gave a loud gasp of surprise. Standing in front of her, was a tall woman of extraordinary beauty.

"Aska."

For the second time, Aska was stunned. This woman knew her name?!

"Lady...do you..." she stuttered.

The woman cocked her head sideways with a slight smile on her face. Lady?

Yes, she was indeed a lady, but not the sweet, feminine type. She had this air about her that was almost masculine...even her build-easily a head and a half taller than Aska, who only stood slightly above eye level to her chest. And though it was late spring, the woman was wearing an elaboratly designed kimono, with a yellow silk sash around her waist and something that resembled a large white fur pelt tossed around her shoulder.

A look of confusion crossed Aska's face but whatever her thoughts were disappeared when she found herself staring at the older woman's face. Her complexion was creamy white and smooth as silk. Her eyes, fringed with thick, sweeping long lashes, were large and tilted upwards at the ends, giving her an almost cat-like look. Her nose was high and aristocratic and below it, tantalizingly curved full lips a rose red. But her almost flawless complexion was marred by thick maroon stripes on both sides of her face, and she had some sort of a dark purple crescent moon on her forhead...

Tattoos? She wondered abstractly.

Despite herself, Aska could feel her heart beat faster and faster as heat quickly rose up her face and her legs turned as weak as jelly. What was wrong with her? Why was she having these strange emotions just by looking at a woman? She couldn't be...

Slowly, the woman bent down until she was eye to eye with Aska, then she spoke in a soft, husky voice. "Don't you remember me?" Though in a light tone, there was an unexpected hint of longing and desperation in her words.

But Aska couldn't hear a word, because right then, all she could take in were the woman's eyes-eyes so brilliantly golden and so achingly familiar.

And just like that, the two stood staring at each other entranced, absorbed in their own world. It was as if, at that moment, they were the only ones who existed in the whole entire universe.

After what seemed like eternity, the tall woman stepped back with a sigh, eyelashes flickering downwards. Lifting a hand, she touched Aska's cheeks gently. In some abstract part of Aska's mind, she noticed that the woman's hand was surprisingly large and calloused.

"You haven't remembered yet." the woman said softly, her mellow voice thick with regret. Aska just stood there trembling faintly, unable to move or think, her whole mind filled only with the woman's beautiful gold eyes.

Tears flowing down her face for no reason, Aska shut her eyes and tilted her head upwards, following the movements of the caressing hand. She felt a painful aching in her heart, the same aching she felt during those dreams.

"I'll be back, Kagome."

***



Opening her eyes, Aska realized with a start that the woman was gone. Wiping the tears from her face, she glanced around the streets but all she could see was the never-ending stream of passers-by around her.

"I must be going mad," she muttered to herself, flushing with embarrassment.

Just as she was about to continue on her way, she overheard two girls who were walking by and giving her weird stares.

"Look, there she is," one said.

"Is she the one you were talking about, the one who was just standing there looking at that tall gorgeous looking person in a weird outfit?"

"Yeah, she's the one..." their voices died down as they disappeared into the crowd.

Aska just stared in front of her, stunned.

***



"You WHAT?!" Reira shrieked, startling the other students in classroom 3/3. Grimacing, Aska pressed the other girl back into her seat.

"I told you to keep it down," she hissed, glaring at Reira.

"I seriously suggest you see a doctor," Reira said worriedly, putting a hand against Aska's forehead.

Exasperated, Aska swatted Reira's hand away. "No, I'm not sick or anything. I told you, I don't believe what's happened myself!" I shouldn't have told her about this whole thing! Now she thinks that I'm some sicko or something!

Reira looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well...maybe that woman does have a thing for you..." She concluded slowly, inching away from Aska.

"Quit it. I'm not GAY Reira! Look, let's just drop this whole thing okay?" Aska huffed, glowering dangerously at her friend, who appeared to have been transported magically to the other end of the classroom

Rolling her eyes, she began putting away the books and stationary on her table. As much as she needed to discuss with someone about the strange occurrences these past few weeks, she knew that no one, not especially a person as practical as Reira, would believe that it was not just her active imagination working overtime, or because she was too stressed out. But after what had happened today, she knew that somehow, all these were not merely coincidences. There seemed to be something else...

"I'll be back, Kagome."

Who was that woman? And who was this Kagome person whose name kept reappearing in her dreams and then again in the strange woman's words?

She had to know and somehow, she would find a way to get the answers.

***


"The Youkai has arrived, Master."

There was a pause, and then a bone chilling laughter. "So, he's back is he? Well, this is going to be fun. And have you found out where Seshomaru's bride is?"

"Yes master."

"Very good. You have another week to complete your task. Should you fail...well, let's just say that I have no lack of assistants around me."

"...Yes Master, rest assured that I will not...fail you..."

***


Sesshomaru stood above the Tokyo tower highest point of the Tokyo Tower, his great white tail blowing behind him. The Evil was here, he could sense its presence. It would take a few days for him to find out where it was lurking and when he did...a disturbing smile spread over his sensuous lips as he contemplated its punishment.

Then, he caught a faint scent in the breeze that stood out among the millions of scents. Kagome. She was here. For a moment, he forgot about his mission as he recalled the bittersweet emotions he felt when he saw her for the first time that morning, after hundreds of years of searching. He had to try so hard just to refrain himself from taking her into his arms. His heart ached and yearned for her recognition but he knew that it wasn't possible, yet. With her, he could only take things a step at a time.

He remembered when they had met this morning. She was daydreaming again as usual, his little daydreamer...he remembered her sweet look of surprise when he showed up in front of her, rosebud mouth opened showing small pearly white teeth; he remembered that sudden warmth which washed over him as soon as he looked into her wide, innocent eyes, that alien yet familiar feeling.

But it wasn't just that...he couldn't describe all that mixed emotions he felt with merely words, all that relief and sadness and joy and wonder...she would return to his side once again, he was sure of that.

***



Aska was laughing at her Reira's antics as she left school when she suddenly had that feeling again. She stopped walking and jerked her head up.

Reira stopped with her and looked at Aska worriedly. "What's wrong, Aska-Chan?"

Dragging her eyes back from the tiny figure standing at the highest level of the Tokyo Tower, she forced a smile. "Nothing's wrong. It's just...well...I just remembered that I've got something on so...I'll see you in school tomorrow okay?"

Reira was silent for a while, then agreed reluctantly and continued on her way, leaving Aska behind.

Aska watched Reira until she merged into the crowd. Then, she turned around and ran in the direction of the Tokyo Tower.

-end chapter 2-


-Reviews corner-

[Itadakimasu] I love eyes on me and ff8 toooo!! sadly i don't know enough about it or i would be tempted to write a fanfic on that! And yeah, i've been concentrating a little details...glad you noticed ^_^ V
Neway, this fic is based loosely on the song eyes on me, cos i really feel that the description of the person in the song is really quite suitable for sesshoumaru :D

[velvet twillight] Actually, *bonks herself on head* i would like to know what happens as well _ hohoho.

[sakka chan] Reincarnated? Hmm...Hmm....*Sly, knowing grin*

[Voldersnot] Not as creative as i would have liked it to be! *sniffs* : (