Me again! This chapter's going to be a little longer than the last ones. Each time I write one for this story they get longer and longer! That's good, right? Please Review! As an extra note, I do not own any Inuyasha characters or Starbucks, although I do go there quite often.

Mirror Dreams

Chapter Three: Looking Glass

Kikyou was still glaring at her image in the mirror when the doorbell rang. Reluctantly she pulled herself from her personal staring contest to answer the door. She refused to let her eyes catch the mirror in the hall as she opened the door. Before her stood a tall man in his mid 20's with sleek silver hair and golden eyes. She hesitated for a moment before she responded.

"You're late Sesshoumaru." she scoffed, turning towards the kitchen.

He raised an eyebrow in distaste, closing the door before following after her, "I didn't have to come," He stated flatly. Kikyou spun her back to him to unpack the neglected groceries. Sesshoumaru continued, "But you called me to go with you."

Kikyou stiffened her back. "Don't push it, Sesshoumaru. Like you said, you didn't have to come. Besides, I doubt you'd let me go alone to pick him up." She teased, a weak attempt to loosen her own tension, it was no shock to her that his face remained unchanged.

Kikyou sighed, knowing very well that he wasn't going to make any effort to soothe her, "Well, let's go."

Kikyou gazed out the window of Sesshoumaru's black jaguar, lost in the fathoms of her mind. There was opera music playing softly in the sleek car, adding to her poise. Sesshoumaru shifted his eyes for a moment from the road to Kikyou. Her black lacy dress gave her milky skin an angelic aura. Looking how she did, she could really pass as the heartless yet luring temptress she had been known as, stealing hearts of many, loosing her own to none. That must have been one main factor why she was hired by Naraku.

She seemed so distant staring out the window, oddly beautifully wilted on the black leather seats. He pondered over which memories were pulling her further into past times and pain. Very rarely did he see Kikyou show emotion or lose control over her senses; she gave the impression of always being cool and collected, knowing exactly how to twist a situation to her advantage. Only three times had she ever really showed what was the really image in the looking glass.

Sesshoumaru's eyes lingered on Kikyou for a brief moment before clenching his jaw and returned his eyes to the road.

"Say...Sesshoumaru, did I ever tell you about the snow?" she asked, turning her frosty stare upon him. Her eyes were glossy as if holding back tears while loose strands of hair framed her face. Her head was tilted slightly, but her focus was sharp and her question direct.

Once more, Sesshoumaru shifted his eyes between her and the road, rotating his head slightly in her direction. "The snow?"

She nodded solemnly.

Sesshoumaru shook his head, his silver mane rippling from the subtle movement, "No."

Kikyou twisted to face the window once more. "One day, I should tell you about the snow...and the mirror too..."

Sesshoumaru was deeply interested, but kept his eyes on the road and focused on the problems that may lay ahead.

Kikyou and Sesshoumaru waited in dismay for Muso outside an airport Starbucks. Both drank their orders through pursed lips, grateful for the other's company. Muso alone was a two-man job; after being on a plane flight for some odd hours required much talent and patience. Kikyou felt a pang as his dreaded voice rang through the airport.

"Kikyou! How sweet, you came to see me."

Kikyou and Sesshoumaru both grimaced impulsively.

"Hey, you two, here I was expecting a warm welcome and instead I crashed head on into two glaciers!"

Kikyou desperately tried to remember what had attracted her to this imbecile. "Are you done with your idiotic remarks, Muso? I don't exactly have a free schedule."

"Yes, yes, of course, Kikyou. I even grabbed my luggage before I came to you, my dear."

Kikyou's eyes grew colder as Muso followed Sesshoumaru. She followed but lingered behind, feeling a sharp pain in her chest.

"So, Sesshy, I hear you took in some dirty orphan girl. I bet she's a real snob and always needing your attention. I heard she cries when she's not with you, thinks you're her mom or something, is it true?"

"No, and it's Sesshoumaru. Never call me by such a lowly name again."

"Alright, alright. You two want to stay over at Naraku's place for a while?"

Sesshoumaru glanced over his shoulder at Kikyou, who still trailed behind, "Perhaps."

Flash Backs

Kikyou stood serenely, watching the snow fall around her, her icy blue eyes looking up as if an angel's hand would reach out and touch her.

"Kikyou? My god! What are you doing out here in the cold?!" Muso stressed, rubbing her arms and shoulders just in case she was cold.

She smiled kindly at him, "I'm fine, Muso. I was just remembering...and wondering..."

"Wondering what?"

"If snowflakes are broken pieces from angels' hearts...It's such a beautiful sight...and yet, they can be harmful and so cold."

"Who told you that?"

"My mother...she always said things like that. Sometimes I think the snowflakes are the falling pieces of my heart, but I know that can not be because I could never be an angel."

"Apparently you haven't taken a good amount of time in front of the looking glass, my dear. You're the most beautiful angel I have ever seen."

Kikyou smiled, twirling about in the fresh powder. Her black tresses whirled about her as she spun. Feeling the ground begin to rock from her dizziness, she let herself collapse onto her back in the snow, her hair sprawled about her.

She heard Muso give a loud chuckle as he fell beside her. They shared in each other's laughter for a while until Muso pulled Kikyou into his arms. Their laughter faded as they both sat in the cold snow, watching the snowflakes pile up around them.

"Muso! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Kikyou snapped, "If you think I'll be yours forever, you're wrong."

Kikyou quickly freed her wrist from his grip and grabbed her coat. Muso rushed towards her and grab her upper arm.

"Let me go!" She warned him, venom deep in her voice, "I already told you no, Muso. It's over. It's been over for weeks now. I can't love you like I did him..." her voice grew silent.

"What the fuck is so special about this Inuyasha?"

Kikyou once more yanked her arm from his hand, "He never attacked me for talking to some stranger! You're too possessive, Muso. I could never truly love someone who was jealous of some stranger I passed on the street!" Kikyou felt love and hate pile up inside her. She felt her heart hammering inside her chest, it was louder than her boot heals on the hardwood floor. She halted in front of the door, "So please...for the both of us, before it really hurts someone..."

Tears were freely and openly falling from her eyes as Muso tenderly placed his hands on her shoulders, "I just don't understand why."

Kikyou bowed her head, her tears disappearing. She looked up at him once more, her face devoided of all emotion, "Please leave me alone..."

Muso's grip released and Kikyou left him silently without looking back. Muso simply watched in shock and anger. He fought his own thoughts, falling prey to jealously that she thought him unworthy...possessive. Never would he forget the name she had spoken of, this, Inuyasha. Never.

About an hour later, her feet had lead her to Sesshoumaru's work office. The instant he saw her, he knew this was the worst he had ever seen Kikyou and the third time she had broken down emotionally.

End Flash Backs

Kikyou waved as Sesshoumaru's car drove off, Muso still inside. To get away, she had used the excuse that she was expecting a client and couldn't back out at the last minute. Muso had given an odd vibe when she mentioned her client. Did he still harbor feelings for her?

Kikyou shook her head, clearing her mind. She really was expecting a client, although not as early as she had told the others. She went inside and finished putting away the rest of her groceries while breaking out ingredients for chocolate-dipped strawberries.

Two hours later she heard the doorbell. She set the strawberries on the coffee table in the living room then rushed to answer the door.

A young man with messy black hair stood before her. He was about twenty-one and easy on the eyes. His outfit was similar to that of a Japanese schoolboy uniform.

"You must be Miroku, correct? I'm Kikyou." She gave her usual prize-winning charm and held out her hand, giving off the aura of a gentle woman.

She noticed him hesitate as she touched his hand, "You can come in, I won't bite. Unless you want to get straight to buisness?"

"N-no. I was just a little surprised. I thought I was lost at first," he remarked as she lead him to the living room.

"That's understandable. It's very easy to get lost in this area. Would you like some champagne?"

"Oh, yes."

Kikyou poured him a glass then sat beside him. She raised her eyebrows as he merely drank the alcohol. She decided to engage in conversation, usually her clients were more comfortable when they felt they could be open to her. They conversed for half an hour yet he made no progressions, nor regressions. He was very mellow around her, and he told her about his high school days as an active player. She didn't mind talking, in fact she preferred it, but Naraku was riding her tail and she needed to pay for the food on her table.

"Hey, Miroku?"

He turned to face her, "Yes?"

"I've had countless men, some experienced, some not. You've told me yourself that this isn't your first time, but you don't seem to be interested in what's going on here."

"Yeah-Well! I mean-" Miroku stumbled over his words.

Kikyou smiled as she placed her fingers over his lips. "So you have this great girl, huh? Why don't you tell me about her?"

For the next hour, Kikyou listened patiently as Miroku told her about the coral of his heart, Sango.

"So why are you here? You have a woman who seems to really care about you and yet here you are. Are you so conceited that you believe she won't please you properly?"

Miroku blushed. "No! Th-that's not why. I'm afraid that I'm not good enough for her. She deserves someone who deserves her. I've been too fortunate, and I feel guilty about it."

"And you came here because...?" Kikyou interrogated, searching for his answer, "Miroku, you should go to her and tell her how you feel, not make a mistake you're going to regret. Some actions tend to be more drastic than others and can't be undone. Trust me, I know. If you want what's best for Sango, then you'll go home and talk to her."

Miroku stared at Kikyou, agape. He nodded, "Thank you."

She watched him stand up and stride towards the door, but he turned around, "Miss Kikyou?"

Kikyou tilted her head in curiosity. "Yes?"

"Could...I bring Sango around here sometime?"

Kikyou nodded in response. He smiled and finally left confidence on his brow. She stretched then lay back on the couch, her hair falling out of the twists she had put up earlier. Restless, she rose and walked over to the mirror in the hall.

Muso's words echoed in her head, "Apparently you haven't taken a good amount of time in front of the looking glass, my dear. You're the most beautiful angel I have ever seen."

Kikyou gazed into the mirror. She saw a pale raven-haired woman, with icy-blue eyes crying on the inside. Tears that never showed yet always flowed deep within the crevasses of her broken heart. Kikyou grabbed her coat and slipped on her heels. The snow was starting to fall. Her face locked into a scowl of determination.

After aimlessly wandering, she had arrived at La Madeleine church, covered with snow. She hadn't been here in months. She sat on the steps and brushed the snow off her coat. Her gaze wandered to the sky pondering over her mistakes of the past. Her errors in love. She imagined the snow really was the broken pieces of her heart, trying to stick back together, to fill in the cracks.

Flash Back

Kikyou felt as if she were drowning. Is this what a broken heart feels like? She felt cold even though she was in a fluffy white coat. Her chills were quickly replaced by red hot anger.

"Did you ever really love me, Inuyasha? Or was that just some way you got your kicks?"

"Kikyou, please-"

"No! Who betrayed who, Inuyasha? If this is how you really feel, I respect that, but I swear, if you ever come back to me again...I...I never will forgive you, and my blood will be on your hands!"

Inuyasha gave one pleading glance towards her as he walked down the steps of La Madeleine church, towards a woman with mid-length black hair and innocent blue eyes. The woman ran towards Inuyasha, crying tears for Kikyou, tears of guilt.

"Inuyasha, I'm so sorry!" she blurted.

"Don't cry, Kagome. It's not your fault."

"But! But...I feel so guilty."

"I said it wasn't your fault, okay! I'm the one who loved two women."

End Flash Back

Kikyou felt as if her soul was drifting away with the snowflakes. A breeze kicked up, taunting both her hair and the snow to fly.

"Kiykou?"

Kikyou turned to the call of her name, shocked by the one who stood beside her with a smile she had long forgotten.

End Chapter Three

Yep, so thanks to Bunnyasha for the Miroku idea, it might not have been as she told me, but I'm still giving her credit for giving me the idea. Please review and tell me how good this is or how much it sucks. Thanks for reading! One more thing, truck loads of thanks to my friend Angela. She did a lot of editing and I wanted to send a special thank you her way! THANK YOU!!!

Review Responses

Chibi-Kikyou: Thank you so much for feeling so strongly about my fic! I do have to wonder where all the Kikyou fans went though. I hope I answered some of your questions! See ya next time!

Immortal-Vengence: Thank you for reviewing my story! Do you really think it's original? Also, it's always cool to meet other Kikyou fans.

Bunnyasha: First off, watch your mouth young lady! Send off, what makes you think I would tell you anything. Third, I can't read minds, I just wrote down this story before and I didn't even know you had an idea like this anyways so nyaa! Sorry I messed up the Miroku part though, maybe it's okay. Dunno. I don't want to spend any more time on it. But thanks for reviewing.

Light-of-Halo: Thanks for reading my fic and I really hope you do check out Kikyou's Arrows. That'd be soo cool! Anyways, I did base Kikyou's eye color on the manga, I like the coloration of them, so subtle, yet so cold. It's important later on as well, so keep that in mind, kay? Light-of-Halo