After many I love yous, farewells, and don't forget to write, I stepped onto a train that was going to Moscow to visit my cousin's wife. My cousin, Miroku, had very lecherous and ungodly ways and Sango, who was like a sister, had come to me claiming that her husband had been cheating hundreds of times before. The only difference was that she saw him this time.

Miroku had sent me letters begging for me to "reason with the girl", for Sango was no fool signing the prenuptial agreement and was due the east wing of the house, the vacation house, two of the five carriages, and full custody of the children. Sango had graduated with a full-ride scholarship, an overall gpa of 4, and long immaculate hair with hips to match. To even question Miroku's need for vulgarity was to question what color the sun was, if you knew him.

Sesshomaru, like many other times, sighed off my departure pertaining to family matters and wished me a safe journey. Shippou, my son, was a whole different issue. I decided to tell him the news after a game. Not just any game, but his favorite game.

"Shippou!" I called out. Running through a maze of shrubs, in a stiff expensive dress, and tearing it, wasn't Sesshomaru's ideal definition of fun. So, I wore the same satin white dress as when I met him. It was pretty. It was way past last season's dress, so I imagine its rips and tears can't break his wallet too much.

"Come find me mother!" he called back. I laughed gaily and strong. I knew exactly where he was hiding. There was a little space of land that was a dead end in the center of the maze that had a fountain, and as long as you followed the sound of the water you would find it. My laughing constricted as I halted.

My husband was holding Shippou's arm, looking disapprovingly at his dirty socks then at me.

Shippou was the first to speak.

"Why are you leaving mother?!" he asked, rushing his words as if that would make the situation disappear.

I stared at Sesshomaru, neither of us breaking eye contact. "I have to go visit my cousin, Shippou."

Small hands wrapped around my waist as he laid his head on my stomach. I looked down at his clear cerulean eyes.

"Don't go mother. It's my birthday." I looked up and Sesshomaru was gone.

The gray clouds cried what I couldn't as rain dripped on my cheeks.

"I don't want to."

The women smiled appraisingly at me as I entered the train. Some smiled with jealously exposed in their eyes. Some smiled with genuity. Some smiled with satisfaction that a noble was entering their car.

I decided to sit by an open, elderly woman dressed in black. She smiled up at me with the same look Charlotte would give.

"So, you must be the famous Anna K. Higurashi? The wife of the senator Sesshomaru Higurashi..."

"Yes, Miss. I am."

"Oh, to be young! And, in love!" the woman shrilled. Then, she leaned in and gleamed at me mischievously. "When I was young, the only reason I would be taking a train anywhere is to meet with my concubine."

I coughed and choked on air.

Oh, you can't be serious! You've never had an affair?" she asked, rambling on.

"No! Ma'am, I don't know what part of the world you're from...but where I'm from we don't conduct ourselves like that in front of God."

She shrugged. "I didn't say out in front of the eyes of the public. That would be social suicide, now behind curtains and closed doors..." she said, drifting off. "This man named Ryoukkotsei and I were betrothed, but luckily the love of my life Inutaisho-"

Suddenly, the train jerked and I held onto the bench, silently praying this was just a minor malfunction while the train skipped to a stop.

A young man rose, and made eye contact with the woman.

"I shall go see what it is."

"Thank you InuYasha," she replied lazily, fanning followed after my stare, and explained.

That's my son, InuYasha."

He who looked identical to Sesshomaru yet shorter of stature with pointed animal ears and warmer eyes. Inuyasha, I thought.

I shook my head. I was a married woman, for goodness sake! I couldn't possiblly be thinking of him in that manner. He was off limits, and I refused to be caught in a scandal-

I turned to look back at the woman sitting patiently across from me who was eyeing me with a smile full of mischievousness.

"Please, go on dear. Don't stop because of me. I'm just an unhallowed ,silly, old woman boring you with tales of scandalous affairs that would make sailors blush."

I turned away and started fanning myself.

Both of us women, stood standing out in the cold. Waiting on his return.

He seemed in a deep conversation with one of the workers.

I saw him motion wildly with his hands for something. I raised an eyebrow.

Then, he started walking towards us.

"Mother, it appears a drunk laborer was run over when in his stupor he fell off the train."

"Oh dear! Isn't there something someone can do for the family?" I mentioned.

He looked at me for the first time, and he took a moment to catch my attention, and apparently my breath.

His liquid gold eyes pierced through my mask I wore in polite society down to the core. Down to the alter ego that had finally awoken. With inflamed desires I didn't even knew existed. Here comes this man and I feel like I have to fall down on my knees and talk to a confessor.

He abruptly turned and I wanted to confess all my desires to him. But, for what reason? What would I want him to do? I was married. I had to be. I felt like the snake had just offered me an apple and I hungrily swallowed the whole thing in a single gulp. And, I felt that apple warm my lower stomach and sit there.

I saw him offer money in cash to the family in tears by the dead man. My bottom jaw hit the floor.

"Yes, it is in his mannerisms to do things like that," the old woman commented.

"What?"

"Become wrapped around a pretty girl's finger."

I snapped my fan shut with irritation.

"Well, you can tell him I'm married-"

"You can tell him," she offered slyly.

"Fine, I will," I snapped.

He whisked back over and took both of our arms. "Shall we go, miladies?"

His mother looked at me as if saying, Well?

I shot her a look saying, I'll tell him later.

Just then, the old lady smiled and unlatched herself from her son.

"InuYasha, I have to go powder my nose.."

"-I'll go with you," I begged.

"No, I've got it. You both can sit in the cart. Get out of this weather," she ordered. For it was snowing...after all.

I entered into the opposite end of the car that he did. No one else sat in this car.

We both kept eye contact. For some reason he wouldn't stop staring. That's the only reason I kept staring. I was a feminist. I wouldn't show weakness in front of this man. Why should I?

I paused by the pole and swung around provocatively, looking at him behind strands of hair.

He seemed to look at me as if daydreaming.

I was his daydream.

I walked towards him switching my hold on the bars connected to each booth, with bated breath.

I raised my right hand, and he raised his left. Both our hands wanting to break this invisible barrier between us.

I suddenly felt his breath hitting my face. He smelled like expensive cologne, one much like many of the stiff nobles that I used to laugh at while turning them down.

I searched his eyes. For what? I didn't know, but I would know when I found it.

I suddenly found a vision where he slammed me against a window and pulled my hair. He felt the fabric covering my , ripped it off. He began passionately kissing my neck. Nipping it, licking it. Things my cursed husband would never do. My back arched towards him.

Every sense I had was on fire. In every sense, I wanted to be his.

Then, I found another vision where every number of my adornment was teased off, using this train as my stage. I stepped off the booth, loosening the straps of my corset.

"I want you to take it off, slowly," I whispered fiercely.

But, the vision that made me snap to reality was where Shippou was taken away from me, by Sesshomaru...

InuYasha tenderly grabbed my chin turning me back towards him. He asked why.

I shook my head rushing off the car.

The old lady yelled out. "Miss Kagome! Where are you going?"

I just kept running. And, I wished that I kept running. But, it seemed my heart ran in the opposite direction and kept beating that way.