Beautiful

Notes: This is the third in the series. The song is You're Beautiful by James Blunt. Yes it is a newer song but I love it so what ever.

My life is brilliant

Miroku stepped soberly in to the subway. He was trying to remain calm and inconspicuous. The last thing a guy who was just doing marijuana wants is to draw attention to him. He was not a pothead by any means but occasionally enjoyed small amounts with good company. He was quite pleased with his life. He had an excellent job, great friends, and was a favorite of the ladies. He never spent the night alone.

One of his hands clung tightly to the hanger, the other holding a book to his chest. He always took his favorite novel whenever he went on the train. It was a romance story, in spite of how un-masculine it is. He didn't know what love was like. He faked it with girls, using what he saw guys do in chick flicks as his example but had never really felt it. Not that he wanted it particularly, you don't need love to pick up chicks but…he was curious nonetheless.

Soon the train came to a stop and he stepped off and went toward another one. He always had to take two different trains to go home. He wasn't paying particular attention to where he was going. When he finally lifted his head from staring at the ground he saw something he first took for a hallucination. Not but a few feet away was the most beautiful girl in the world. She was fairly tall with chocolate colored hair and eyes of an only slightly lighter brown. She was blessed with fair skin and a perfectly curvaceous figure. She looked at him and smiled. His heart skipped a beat and he blushed. He was about to walk over to talk to her when he noticed…she was holding hands with a tall, handsome, brown haired man. She also wore an engagement ring.

My life is brilliant

My love is pure

I saw an angel

Of that I'm sure

She smiled at me on the subway

She was with another man

But I won't lose no sleep on that

Cause I've got a plan

He stood there staring at her. He didn't even know her name or anything about her yet… something about her seemed so astonishing. At first he plotted to walk over there and talk to her. To come between her and the kind faced brown haired man but soon realized…just how selfish that was. He stood and gazed at her chatting away and even once kissing the man with her. He wished it were he holding her hand, talking about some vacation they were soon to take. He wanted to be the one to hold this mysterious beauty. He had never felt this way about any one. She wasn't like the other girls he noticed. They were but a passing fancy but she would live in his memory and heart forever.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful

You're beautiful, it's true

I saw your face in a crowded place

And I don't know what to do

Cause I'll never be with you

She glanced over at him again, still wearing a radiant smile. The train was teeming with women but to Miroku, the only girl there was the mysterious brown haired beauty. He could tell by her eyes that she noticed his face was red, not just from blushing at her. She chuckled a bit and mouthed to him that he better cover his face more, since it was obvious that he was high. He just kept staring; wishing she had spoke those words instead of just mouthed them. If she had, he could have heard her voice directed at him and not at her lover. He heaved a sigh, glancing down at the book he held. "…So, this story has a sad ending…"

Yes, she caught my eye

As I walked on by.

She could see from my face that I was fucking high,

And I don't think that I'll see her again,

But we shared a moment that will last 'til the end.

The next stop was apparently hers, for she and the Youngman she was with exited. Miroku watched her leave and bit his lip. He put out his hand, reaching out for her but she was much too far away. Her beautiful aura slowly dissipating from the train, he stood there with an aching heart. The train doors soon shut and she was quickly out of sight. He heaved a sigh; sure he was never to be graced by the wondrous sight of her again. He slumped down a bit, his grip on the hanger loosening. His heart sank as he pictured her smile. Her graceful lips pulling up into a simple put magnificent little smile that would fallow him his entire life.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful,

You're beautiful, it's true,

I saw your face in a crowded place,

And I don't know what to do

'Cause I'll never be with you.

He soon stepped off the train and walked back to his apartment. He fell lazily on the couch, pressing the button on his answering machine for his messages to play. He laid on the couch staring at the ceiling, only barely listening to one of the numerous girls he slept with whine about him not returning her calls. All he could think about was the mysterious beauty on the train and the impression she had left on him. He fantasized about him and her. He had fantasies of them going to ball games, dinner, or perhaps dancing together in a ballroom. Soon he realized his feelings were more than infatuation…they were genuine love. For the first time he felt real, honest to God love.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful,

You're beautiful, it's true.

There must be an angel

With a smile on her face

When she thought up that I should be with you,

But it's time to face the truth.

I will never be with you.

Even though the truth was that he could never be with her, she gave him a wonderful gift. She gave him his first real feelings of love and for that she will always own a piece of his heart. Never again will he pretend to love for he knew just what an astonishing thing it truly was. "Thank you…where ever you are."

END

Notes: I hope this didn't sadden any one since it was one-sided love. Poor Miroku. It's so sad. He is pining for his Sango when she's already with another man. Oh well, the next one they will be about them both in love. Don't worry. Woot!