Our Subway Time by Smittee

Our Subway Time

I was sitting in the car, listening to the song "Be Human" by Yoko Kanno, when this storyline began to play through my head. After seeing it, I just had to write it. It's a different take on Sesshomaru, and I hope you guys like it. I would love to hear your thoughts.

I do not own these characters. I do not own the song. And, my inspiration came from one little scene in "YoYo Girl Cop". It's not exactly the same, but at a part of this story, you can similarities between that one little scene.

Italics-Thoughts, Memories, Etc.

Every night, I bored the Subway. The seemingly soundless darkness, with bits of lights flashing passed are seen, as I silently start to fall to sleep. Just then, as normal, when I'm about to shut my eyes, he comes. He sits opposite me, and smiles. I return the smile, and our chat begins. I would move a stray black hair behind my ear, as I spoke to this stranger about our day, and perhaps we would even go into where we would like to go or what we'd like to do. He would always speak very little, every so often flipping his hair back, and sometimes even showing a soft smile. He hardly ever smiles. He merely sits passive, only his eyes flickering with the soft glow of calm feelings within him.

He would always be dressed in different styles of clothes. The best style I've ever laid eyes on though was his dark purple turtle neck, and his black slacks. Alas, no mater what he wore, he always wore dress shoes or penny loafers. One time I asked about the penny loafers, only getting a short shrug, and being told they were comfortable. His skin was pale, and he had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They reminded me of the sight of the light shining off the golden hay, ready to be harvested and bundled.

It was strange. Every time I was around him, no matter the emotion I was feeling, he would always cheer me up. It was strange. He never really did anything, but just talk with me, and listen to what I had to say. Perhaps that was it. He listened, no matter how silly the conversation could be. I always wondered...Do I make him feel the same?

It was time again. I started to go to sleep, when he arrived on the Subway. I smiled, and waved at him. I waited for him to return the wave, but found none coming. He then walked over, and sat next to me, something he had never done. I then noticed, he had headphones in his ears. We were quiet, as we sat there. For some odd reason, I wasn't worried that soemthing was wrong, nor did I feel bad. In fact, I was content, just content that he was here with me. We sat there quietly, and soon the Subway came to a stop. It was his stop, as I knew. I turned my face to look towards him, seeing him already staring at me.

The look in his eyes, was it sadness? I realized at the closeness he wore some soft of powder on his face, although the same fairness as the skin on his hands and neck. A soft, sad smile was on his face, as he brought the back of his hand near my face. He slowly slid his knuckles down the side of my face, and I felt the blush heat on my face, and my eyes close at his touch. I was surprised by his touch, and placed my hand on his, opening my eyes to look at him.

Happiness flickered within his eyes, and his smile seemed less sad. He pulled his hand away, the first time I noticed his neatly even nails, as he took off his headphones, and placed them in my ears. He moved my stray hair out of my face. He kissed my forehead softly, causing me to close my eyes. When I reopened them, he was gone, and I was left alone again. My heart was racing a bit, but began to slow, as the realization he had left for home hit me. I touched my forehead softly, and then the side of my face, and to where he placed my stray hair. I believe I was still blushing, as I looked down at the music player.

I pressed play, seeing the song was untitled. I soon heard his voice upon the player, and closed my eyes to listen.

"I want you to know how I truly feel, and what our time together makes me feel and want."

The track then changed. I looked down to see the title. "Be Human" by Yoko Kanno. I've never heard of it. I then closed my eyes, and listened to the words.

A tear fell from my eye, as a smile spread over my face. I realized that what he was telling me is that I made him want to live, just like everyone else. He wanted to express himself, and do things that would make him smile, rather than do his normal routine, and show very little of what he felt, and said little of what he wanted to. It had made me happy, just thinking that I had that affect on him. I wiped the tear, and smiled. I spoke softly, wishing that he was there to hear me. "It's strange. You are the only one who helps me forget my anger or sadness, but no one else ever knows that I feel this way. I'm-I'm always hiding it behind a smile. In a way, we are both the same, not able to show how we truly feel. In many ways, we both wish to be more human."

The Subway then stopped, and I got out, placing the song on repeat, and singing it softly to myself. Hopefully, I would be able to tell him what I feel tomorrow.

That's it! I hope you all enjoyed this short little dribble. I really did. I hope to hear what you think.