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A hand white and smooth like polished marble accentuated perfectly with magenta stripes covered hers. Her heart felt like it had stopped beating suddenly, and then kicked started with a roar. She was anxious and near to panic. Miraculously she remained upright, though the will to stay on her feet faded, as her mind and heart temporarily shifted apart.

Her blood froze throughout her body, cold and numbing, merging her to the spot where she stood. It was as if time stood still, drowning out the torrential rain and howling wind, and the only sound that remained, was the terrible drumming of her heart.

Her sixth sense screamed, telling her to run because the appendage could only belong to one individual; and that was Sesshomaru, the tormentor of her heart and of her dreams. On some level she wished that he was here to see her and that he had a profound explanation for his absence and for breaking her heart.

But the harsh truth was that nothing he could say could erase the hurt and causes her to forgive him; too much time had elapsed, and she was just in the process of picking up the pieces of her shattered hopes and dreams. She forced her body to do her will through the numbness, her arm trembled as she yanked it away and raising her head, their eyes met and locked.

Orbs that mirrored a copper sunset widened in brief recognition while eyes the color of the ocean gazed into his with incomprehension; both pair of eyes hypnotized by the surreal moment. Her blue gaze triggered brilliant sparks of memories locked away by a powerful spell, but like fire fanned by the wind, it burned brightly and dies quickly.

Her face was as pale as the moon as crimson blood rushed from the tip of her crown to the soles of her feet and pooled away from her heart. Light headed and dizzy with shock and distress, she rocked on her feet, swaying to the erratic rhythm of her overwhelmed heart

"Sesshomaru," she finally whispered, as the light drained from her eyes, and consciousness left her.

Her body tumbled forward and he caught her moments before she came crashing into the ground, if he had hesitated an instant longer she would have been badly injured. She was as small as a child, and while he held her in his arms and carried her to rest on one of the benches inside, he wondered if she was ill, or if she was always so thin?

Readying himself to lay her body down, an unknown sensation assailed him, compelling him to keep her comfortable and safe. Curious eyes never left her face, and when he sat, he watched as her chest rose and fell with each calming breath that she took.

He thought about her strange reaction when she'd raised her head and had seen him earlier, calling his name and then ultimately fainting. She breathed deeply and curled more closely into his stomach as he continued to gaze at her face trying to think if she was someone that he should know. Deep down in his consciousness he knew that he must have known her before.

Her thick black hair hung loosely over his thighs and all of a sudden he was tempted to touch it. He thought it odd that he should want such a thing. He didn't know what to make of the situation. His fingers flexed as he gave himself up to the temptation and stroked her hair. The strands were soft and silky, and his mind took him back to a time when his claws stroked similar tresses, he saw a beautiful smile with even white teeth, and the smell of wildflowers and fruit.

But each time his mind conjured up an image or a thought, the wrist of his left hand squeezed painfully and sent a jolt of pain up his arm and into his brain, and the memory disappeared. He shook his head and let it go, because he could not decipher what had caused the interuptions of his memories.

The quiet noises that she made as she breathes had a calming effect on his chaotic thoughts, he felt like he knew her, like he knew those eyes when they twinkled in delight, when they were dark with desire, and when they were wet with tears. But how could that be, because he couldn't recall clearly ever seeing her before today?

So why was he so drawn to her? He only came to the school to check up on Rin's grandchildren after he was told that they were here, and strangely enough he remembered the school but nothing of the woman lying in his arms, who by the looks of it was the school teacher.

The way in which her eyes rolled rapidly back and forth behind her lids made him aware that she was stirring awake, and he watched anxiously waiting for her to open those mesmerizing eyes that captivated him with its wide an innocent qualities.

Kagome blinked once then twice, then her eyes opened slowly, boring into golden ones that looked at her with so much worry and concern. She was at a loss and her mind still fuzzy.

"Sesshomaru?"

The whisper sounded half asleep and if he heard correctly, a little scared. He hated that he could not remember, when she obviously knew him.

She sat up up on his lap too hastily and she almost fainted out again as the blood rushed to her brain too quickly, she had no choice but to lean on his shoulder for support. He held her and did not feel like letting go, the action was as natural as breathing, and while he did not hate her humanity, he was never one to give his affections so freely to his own kind much less a human female.

Nothing made sense, and he was even more perplexed by his seemingly unexplained attraction to the woman. And so he decided to keep quiet to see what she would do, and hopefully he would find the answers.

When the unsettling feelings of nausea disappeared although not quite back to perfection, she raised her chin and met his gaze. She decided to grasp the moment of opportunity to try and get some answers.

"Tell me why?" Was all that she could say, and he had no responses because he did not know what she referred to. He stred at her in bewilderment, as he saw the depths of the dilemma clearly for the first time.

He shifted feeling a little uneasy, and as she stared at him, waiting on him to give her an answer, her eyes became glossy with tears and her lips quivered. Something inside stirred, he wasn't sure if it was his conscience or something deeper, he just knew and felt a compulsion to hold her close and to keep her comfortable.

Acting on those same compelling emotions and his instincts alone, he kissed her, and waited, doing nothing more than just pressing their closed mouths together softly. She was stunned, her eyes widened and her heart raced at the unexpected outcome of her queries. His eyes remained closed, and as she looked at his face and saw his concentrated expression while their lips locked, she felt a deeper yearning for him.

She was confused and disturbed because she still felt so strongly for him; she should hate him and not the other way around, push him away for almost destroying her. And yet she could not find the energy, or rather she just could not do it because she was unable to.

She closed her eyes feeling completely lost, sighed and moved her closed lips across his. For how could she deny what she felt? When she still loved him with all of her heart and soul, and her body clearly desired his touch. A tingle ran up his spine when she ran her tongue along his lips, he couldn't help it and opened his mouth over hers.. She didn't pull away nor did she react to the kiss for that matter; she was lost.

But when he pulled her closer and tightened his arms around her body she gasped and he took control, stroking her tongue with his own.

The kiss deep and intense flooded her mind and drove away some of the bad memories, even if it was just for the moment as they were both caught up in it and into each other. His flexible tongue ran up her neck and jaw line licking and caressing her skin, she threw her head back and moaned with pleasure.

They were caught up in the euphoria of passion, and as he reclaimed her lips slowly and sensually moistening them as he stroked them apart, she stuck her tongue into his mouth, and greedily he fed his passions. Desire stirred his loins to life as it pulsed and stood rigid and strong and his heart beat sped up with expectation as it thumped with renewed vigor.

Those places that she brought to life he thought that he would never need or use again, he was even prepared to live a life of celibacy because he had a mate that he could not love, or have enough affection for to remedy his body's desire. And in moments this frail human female set his blood on fire, something his mate could never accomplish no matter how hard she tried.

He heard her raspy breath as she struggled for air, he hadn't realized how closely he held her as he devoured her mouth. Reluctantly he released her from the tautness of his embrace, she panted hard trying to calm down.

She felt his eyes on her and looked up, sharp assessing eyes bored into her uncertain ones, lips parted and words that she would never have imagined came from his lips.

"Who are you?"