I walked quietly to the door and, setting my wine cup on the floor beside me, rested my head down on the floor, allowing my hair to cascade onto the cold marble ground. The coldness was refreshing and cleared my head enough to understand what my Lord Sesshomaru and his visitor said.

It sounded as if they were arguing. "She's mine, Sesshomaru," a rich, deep voice said, "Give her back."

I rubbed my temples tiredly. His voice was so familiar, like I had heard it before...

Even though I'm the sacrifice

You won't try for me not now

A soft breeze was blowing, ruffling the leaves on the huge oak tree that stood alone in the seemingly never-ending meadow. A girl with raven black hair looked up, her eyes twinkling. As she watched, the branches in the tree shifted ever so slightly, as if taunting her. The girl sighed, stringing her bow and pointing it at the tree.

"I know you're there," The girl that was me called, "Now show yourself, boy, or I'm going to have to shoot." She, no I, pointed my weapon menacingly and watched as a teenage boy slipped from the topmost branch on which he was crouching.

"Hello Kikyo," he said and I could hear his name clearly in my head. Inuyasha.

My face twisted into a smile and I could feel my heart beat a little bit faster, though I didn't know why. After all, I didn't even know him. But the girl in my memories did. "Hello," I answered, barely suppressing a laugh as I noted the loose twigs scattered in the boy's snowy white hair and protruding out of his clothes, "Were you following me?"

Inuyasha's ears twitched sheepishly, "Of course not," he said in an angry voice, making me smile.

"I love you, Inuyasha," I murmured, stroking his velvety ear tenderly, "Do you love me too?"

The young man blushed. He fiddled his fingers nervously. I waited, unaware that I was holding my breath. I knew that this was the moment that decided everything, though I wasn't exactly sure what everything was.

"So do you?" the girl that was me persisted.

The boy shrugged helplessly. "I don't know, okay?" he said, his voice with a trace of annoyance and also a trace of fear, "I'm not ready to say that word yet."

And then he walked away, the sun streaming onto his red clothing, illuminating it seconds before he disappeared over the horizon.

Though I'd die to know you loved me

I'm all alone

Isn't someone missing me?

I shook my head. Where had that come from?, I wondered as I resumed my eavesdropping, I haven't even HEARD of anyone named Inuyasha, let alone... loved him.

I shook my head in a hopeless attempt to clear my head. It was the wine, I decided, that was what was making me so lightheaded. But what if this Inuyasha person was real...

I sighed. I'll ask my Lord Sesshomaru, I decided, that was better than wondering forever.

Please please forgive me

But I won't be home again

The door was unlocked and I slipped out quietly, my heart pounding with excitement and fear. I didn't recall being outside before. I never needed to and besides, Lord Sesshomaru probably wouldn't allow it. He was very possessive. The ground outside was littered with cold white flakes of perfection and I shivered with delight. This feeling was new and I didn't recall feeling this... numbness before.

I traced my path carefully among the white powder, trying my best not to disturb the freshly laid snow. I spotted them at once. They were hidden, just visible, behind the statue of a demon, one that I reasoned must have been my Lord's father.

"You're the one who left her when you thought she was dead." Sesshomaru was saying in a calm voice, "You don't deserve her."

"You can't blame me, brother. I had to see if the others were fine too! And in that time you stole her away from me!" I looked at the teenager challenging Sesshomaru curiously. His hair was white, so white that I couldn't see the flakes of snow that dotted his hair. His bangs covered his eyes and I couldn't make out their color, but from the rest of his face I could tell they were glinting in anger. He was wearing a red outfit that covered his whole body, but underneath I could see his firm muscles.

"If you don't hand her over I... I'll..." The boy was turning red.

"You'll do what?" I admired my lord for his cold calm manner. He was clearly the superior one.

The boy pulled a sword out of his clothes. I looked at it, scoffing and the battered shape the stick was in. I glanced at my Lord's face, expecting to see the familiar smirk that always seem to linger on his features, but what I observed disturbed me. My Lord Sesshomaru had a worried look on his face, as if that ugly, bent sword trumped the new, jewel-laden one he owned. I began to grow worried.

I know what you do to yourself

I breathe deep and cry out

"Lord Sesshomaru?" I called out softly, barely above a whisper, but they both heard me and stopped, glancing my way, the boy in a hopeful manner, my Lord in an almost angry one.

"Kikyo?" The boy called in an uncertain manner.

"Yes, I'm called Kikyo," I replied guardedly, "Who are you?"

"I'm Inuyasha." The boy looked almost bewildered, "How can you not remember me?"

There it was - that name again. And he looked so familiar... I could have sworn we had met before... But I couldn't remember.

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?