Disclaimer: I do not own Sesshoumaru or Kagura or anyone from Inu Yasha!

A/N: This is one of a few drabbles I make when I am bored or inspired. This one is just an AU where Kagura works at a hotel and Sesshoumaru is staying there. The tense is sort of present tense because all point of views are saying 'he/she sees' not 'he/she saw'. It's just an experiment...so no flames...P Enjoy!

Someday...

Her Point of View (Kagura)

It feels as if I've seen him before.

His eyes glow a golden color that has eternity in their gleam. They seem to look through me...past the infuriating exterior and into the trueness that I conceal within my soul. It's a magical feeling that I feel right then, but I know that it is all for naught. He's just another traveler here to stay for a moment's residence.

Putting on a smile, I tell him to follow me as I escort him to his room. He nods without much feeling in his face. In fact, it seems he's lost all emotions somewhere along the way here. As I lead him towards the elevator, he casually glances to take in his new surroundings.

Like a dog brought into an unfamiliar territory, he searches the halls as if silently begging some familiar face to appear.

I really don't trust him. He seems more like a statue than a well-known business man. Other than the fact that he walks, breathes, and can overall move, I would have thought him dead. But, as I carefully (and professionally if I do say so myself) guide him towards the magical invention called the elevator I realize that although he may seem boring at first glance, he has some spice in him.

Don't say you weren't eyeing that lady with a slightly raised eyebrow as she bent down to pick up her keys, mister. I saw the whole thing, you mischievous man. Who would've thought you actually had some feeling in that hunk of junk you call a body, huh? Though your muscles are quite on the well built side and your face does have a fine shape...

I'm getting off the subject.

Anyways, when we finally reach the elevator, I can see he means business. He walks all high and mighty (which I bet he is) and every move he makes seems to have some unknown, lengthy reason behind it.

I bet you write drastic and well researched novels in your spare time, don't you?

As I press one of the buttons after he has finally entered the small elevator (sorry, no synonym for that word), I can see him unconsciously wiggle his tie around as if adjusting the tightness it has around his neck. Inside, I smirk to myself. Why? He looks just like the men on T.V. when he does that, that's why.

"Let me help you with that," I say as I reach up to adjust his tie. He allows me to help him and with one last gentle tug, I grin at him. "There."

He looks at me with those enchanting, golden orbs of his and I can feel it in my bones...

I've seen him somewhere before.

It seems he feels it too, for he turns his head away ever so slightly and refuses to look me in the eye. I shrug. I've never been one to wallow in my thoughts or concerns for too long. Life never waits for me, so I've learned to speed up if I don't want to get left behind.

The doors open and I walk out, waiting for him to get out as well before I move onwards towards his room.

501

Room 501 is his room number, I repeat in my mind so I don't let my thoughts wander and forget the number. We still have a long way to walk.

Whoever built this building was probably half asleep or drunk because instead of making room 500 closest to the elevator and stairs, he went on to start with 551 on the left hall and the other 550. So, by looking at a map, it would show that room 500 is closest to one end of the building and 559 on the other. (If you aren't confused, then yay, I pat myself on the back)

Upon realizing the long walk ahead of us, I reach out my hand towards him. He looks at it warily and then his gaze moves up to lock onto my face. I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks- not from embarrassment or because I like him, mind you. But because it really creeps me out when someone stares at me and plus I've been having an overwhelmingly stressing day.

What's really funny is that he still doesn't get what I want.

"Your suitcase," I say as I motion to his right hand. "I'll take it for you."

He shakes his head. "No need. Now, go on. I don't have time for this."

I sigh. He's really irritating, I'll give him that. With a smile I nod in understanding and proceed towards his room.

His Point of View (Sesshoumaru)

When I first saw her, I couldn't rid the feeling of reunion. The only problem with that is...this was the first time I was seeing her. I have never met her before, though it seems as if her face is familiar.

I follow her through the halls as she leads me to my room. The real reason why I did not allow her to carry my suitcase is that I hold very important documents in it. I know that seems a little foolish of me (especially since I put it down several times a day and thus increase the chance of it possibly becoming stolen), but it seems the most traditional and safest way until I find a permanent housing.

Her walk intrigues me for some odd reason. She doesn't walk as if she wants to show off. She doesn't seem the kind of person to flaunt or boast about her knowledge of the hotel either. It's five-star, anyway, so if she disturbs me in the slightest all I have to do is snap my fingers and she'd be fired faster than I could say 'Ha'.

Still, I can't shake off the feeling that I know her from somewhere. Her crimson eyes burn holes into my very soul every time she turns to look at me. It's not as if she is a witch (though the feathers in her hair and the sharp in her eyes do tend to prove me otherwise), but it's as if she can feel it too.

And I'm sure she can.

We walk past Room 527 and I know that we are advancing ever closer to our destination. Something insides me begs her not to leave once we reach my room.

What has gotten into me? It's as if I'm not myself today...

Besides that perturbing emotion that is so alien to me, I can tell that she is feeling tenser by the second. Her laid-back glances at me decrease in number as we approach Room 515.

Time has officially stopped as the two of us walk in slow motion towards Room 501. My breathing is slower and I can feel the tension in the air.

Room 511

I can hear my heart thumping in my ears and I can tell she has stiffened ever so slightly at the uneasiness in the atmosphere.

Room 509

My right hand becomes unusually sweaty and I try to grasp the suitcase handle tighter so as not to drop it so improperly.

Room 507

Her breathing becomes the only thing I hear besides my own.

Room 505

We're getting closer.

Room 503

She clears her throat silently.

Room 501

Her Point of View (Kagura)

We're here.

I don't have anything to say and I merely flip out the room key and slide it through the small device on the door handle. It makes a small beeping sound and blinks green twice before a low 'click!' is heard and I turn the knob. The door swings open carefully and I grin at him.

Man, how many times have I had to turn around and smile at him? I must really be in some weird mood today.

He doesn't look at me as he enters the room. He looks around the huge area and seems to sort of download every aspect of the room as he glances at the coffee table and then to the fridge and then to other furniture scattered about. There is a television and beautiful vases in one corner while another holds the fireplace. It's a really decorative space, I must say.

I turn to leave and feel him stop me with his hand. He grasps my right arm and I turn expectantly at him.

Even though my heart is pounding and I can feel myself start to sweat from the unusual tension, I keep my grin plastered on my face and I say in my usual 'May I be of service, sir' voice:

"Is there something you would like me to attend to, sir?"

He gives me a look that obviously sees through my façade. Only one word escapes his lips.

"No."

I gulp slowly. Something is terribly wrong with this picture. Yet, it feels so right...

What have I gotten myself into?

Third Person Point of View (Narrator)

Kagura looks at his face. Her fire red eyes dance nervously as she stands there before Sesshoumaru, awaiting some kind of reaction from him. He merely stands and gazes at her.

Neither of them says a word.

Finally, Kagura gently pries her arm away from his hold and she turns away from his stare. She knows her boss is probably awaiting her return. He'll most likely question her for the long period of time she took just to escort him to his room. But, at that moment, her boss's inquires were the least of her worries at the moment. What she really was worrying about at the moment was what was happening.

Nothing like this has ever happened to her. She is, to say in the least, very frustrated and terrified.

"I'm sorry...my...I...my boss will be...asking...have to go..." she mumbles as she turns away fully.

His expression doesn't change at all. He takes a lock of her hair and brings it to his nose.

Lavender.

"You smell sweet," he compliments her before staring at her with his intoxicatingly gorgeous orbs. Both of them are oblivious to the red creeping onto their cheeks as they merely stand in silence.

"I need to go," she manages to say.

"Sesshoumaru," he says.

She turns to him in confusion. "Huh?"

"My name. It's Sesshoumaru," he tells her.

"Oh," is all she can say for a moment. Then, she grins, her rosy red lips curling up into the first true grin she's given him all day. "I'm Kagura."

They look at each other as if they have known each other for quite some time. With a short bow, Kagura excuses herself and walks to the door.

"Will I see you again?" he asks, almost as if they are best friends parting for different universities.

"I'm sure we will," she assures him. "I'm sure we will."

With a nod, he permits her to leave him, closing the door silently after she hands him the key to the room.

Both Points of View (Kagura and Sesshoumaru)

I'm sure we've met before. And we'll meet again. Someday.

Someday...