Author's Note: Taking my favorite trick and just being cruel.

Word Count: 200 words


missed meeting


Amidst the sea of people, there was a familiar presence hidden within the crowd, one that Kagome had not felt in years, almost a decade even. She stilled, her fingers tightened around her purse strap, her legs feeling the urge to rush into the direction of that presence, but her mind fought with her instinct.

Impossible.

It can't be.

What does it matter?

She breathed in deeply, and stepped away, convincing herself: It's been over five hundred years since then.

Five hundred years was a very long time.

Plenty of time to die, she told herself to assuage her self-doubts.

.

Through the putrid fog of fumes, greasy food, and these humans, one lone familiar scent wafted in Sesshoumaru's direction. He closed his eyes briefly, remembering a vague figure from so long ago. A human, but unlike those around him at that time. An enemy, a nuisance, a brief ally.

He opened his eyes, staring straight across the crowd to see one figure walking away.

She will die eventually, he mused to himself, turning away as well.

He had no need to attach himself to something that was so fleeting.

Especially one he did not really remember all that well either.