A/N: this is what happens when someone insists on playing the same song over and over. It gets stuck in your brain and soon even comes out when you write. So I blame my sister and that damn song for this chapter! If I EVER have to hear 'Your beautiful' screeching out of a cd player EVER again, I'm gonna LOSE IT! (takes a deep breath) Sorry, I'm just really cranky. Too many siblings not enough sleep.

Beautiful

People were everywhere, crowding along the platforms, jostling back and forth. It seemed as though there wasn't even enough room for air between their bodies. As a silver tube flew in along the tracks and came to a sudden halt, they tensed, as if one entity, in anticipation. After a moment of almost hushed silence, the doors slid open and the huge block of people streamed in to the innards of the steel tube until it was almost bursting but still more kept trying to push their way in.

Attendants clad in blue rushed to shove stray arms and legs in until the doors could once again slide closed. That done, the overloaded train shot out of the station with lighting speed. What reprieve there was from the crowd was quickly ended though, as another, even larger group of people bustled in taking its place.

Somewhat cynical golden eyes watched all this with distaste. What the hell had Sesshomaru sent him here for? There was nothing strange going on here. The all- seeing seer must be losing her touch, he thought snidely. InuYasha's lip curled up in dislike as he thought of the woman who never seemed to be far away from his brother, hiding in the shadows, waiting. Kagara. He did not trust her, the way she looked at him sometimes as if she knew more about him than he himself did gave him the creeps. He'd just as soon slit her conniving throat as be in the same room as her.

Giggling voices broke his thoughts and he turned to look at the small group of teenage girls dressed in incredibly short school uniforms. They blushed and whispered while darting coy looks his way. He was used to it. As part of a high-ranking demon family, this thing was normal and human women seemed to get a kick out of the thought of being with a demon. He smiled grimly and turned away again. He wasn't interested, he though. That was more Miroku's style. Thinking of his friend, he frowned, wondering where the hell he had gotten to. He should have been here by now.

He walked over to a concrete pillar and sighing leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Not that it mattered. The air was too fouled up with all these people for him to sense much. Whatever Kagara had told Sesshomaru, was obviously wrong, there wasn't anything here but a few assorted demons in the crowd going about their daily lives much as the humans were. Too bad, he thought he could have used a little violence to take the edge off this feeling of unrest that had settled over him. He opened his eyes and looked around again; searching out each demon, he could see in the crowd. He would give it another couple of minutes he decided, but then he…

His thoughts came to a halt as his eyes skirted past a tall dark haired wolf but it wasn't the demon that he focused on, it was the woman by his side.

Wildflowers. His nostrils flared as the scent hit him as strongly as if he were standing in a field of them. The scent came from her. The traffic and noise of the people around him faded from his sight as his eyes locked on her.

He watched as long black hair flowed about her like black silk, blocking her face from view as she walked quickly to keep up with the wolf at her side. He stepped away from the pillar feeling slightly winded as if he'd been punched in the gut, and moved closer keeping his eyes locked on her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and bury his face in her hair inhaling the sweet scent of her that even from here tantalised him, he wanted her to turn around, to see her face, to….

The train sped in with a gust of wind, spraying her hair wildly around her. She reached up and bunched it behind her neck, tying it there with something from her pocket. Turn. Something urged from inside him. Turn around. Let me see you. His heart pounded as he watched her step through the doors. No. He wanted to scream it. He needed to see her face….he needed to. Why? He asked himself as he watched her disappear into the crush inside the train. I need to. His eyes searched the windows trying to catch a glimpse of her, the breath leaving his body as he saw her, her body pressed up against the glass in the crush, his eyes clashed with hers

He stared at the woman who was staring back at him. She was beautiful. His eyes traced along her long graceful neck travelling over her small chin to her lips. InuYasha felt a shot of pure fire, as in his mind he clearly saw himself claiming her lips with his own, making her tremble against him. He saw her lips part as if she had felt it too. He watched as her smooth, clear skin flushed with colour and he felt as if he could almost feel the heat of her next to him. Her eyes fell closed for a second, her long thick lashes like fans against her cheeks, before opening them again. He almost groaned at the hunger that ripped at him as he saw the fire burning in those dark eyes. He wanted her. He took a step toward her.

The doors of the train slammed shut and his eyes flew to hers. No. He watched as the train jumped to life ready to leave. No, his mind repeated as if it could stop the train from leaving with will power alone, No. Her hand pressed flat against the window as it started to leave, he caught one last glimpse of her as the wolf's arm came around her pulling her from the window, as it sped out of sight.

InuYasha stood for a moment staring at nothing, slowly, the spell of that short moment wore off and the noises and smells of the busy station assaulted him once again. Looking down he realised that his hands were shaking. Clenching them by his side, he dug his claws into his flesh, glad for the sensation of pain.

"What the fuck was that?" he swore. Raising his hand he stared down at four small bloody marks he had made. Why had he reacted that way? Lust, he thought, yes, lust that's all it was. He wanted her. Plain and simple. Yeah simple.

Why then were his hands still shaking and his heart still pounding painfully in his chest? Sweat beaded on his brow. Why did he want to chase after that train, drag her into his arms, and hold…?

He swore again. What in the hell was wrong with him that he would react this way to some bitch? So what if she had been the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, that her scent was the sweetest he…

"Ahhh" he groaned disgusted at himself and spun on his heel, stalking from the station.

The wind blew wildly around Kagome as she lay on the edge of the tall building; her hair whipped up and past her and the hundreds of lights that lit the surrounding buildings cast a yellowish glow through the night sky. Looking up at the sky above her, she watched as the stars seemed to wink down at her as if they knew the strange feelings that had blossomed deep inside her since this afternoon.

He was so beautiful. It had been her first thought as she'd turned to look into the gorgeous golden amber eyes staring at her. She'd held her breath as she watched him watch her, tracing her features with his eyes, feeling as though he was touching her with his hands. When his gaze had stopped at her mouth she'd let her breath out in a rush at the image that had filled her mind of his lips on hers, covering hers, claiming her.

She blushed and closed her eyes just as she had then. That feeling, that image… she could not forget it. When the train had started to leave, she had felt a desperate need to stay, to reach out and hold him. She had wanted to touch him, to know him. As his form had disappeared from sight she had realised that somewhere deep inside something was changing, a new feeling was growing inside her. Something she could not name. It had only been the briefest of moments but already her heart treasured it above all others waiting for more.

She opened her eyes and looked up at the starry sky, watching as the wind blew her long hair upwards as if reaching out for something. She raised her arm, stretching it to the sky. Closing one eye, she reached out and placed a finger over a lone star that was apart from the rest. Holding her hand flat she watched as the star seemingly rested in her palm. Curling her fingers into a fist, she captured it, a secret smile on her lips. "I found you," she whispered, the vision of silvery white hair and golden eyes appearing in front of her blocking the bloody memory that always haunted her.

Thank's duckgirl566 for being my very first reviewer of this story. Your're so nice.