We Live In FLAW by *A-Kay*

And Time Goes On

A/N: I'm in an odd mood today and this came out. Don't ask, I really don't know.

Disclaimer I do not own Inuyasha or the song of inspiration. This is and one shot and not neccessarily a song fic, but it is inspired by a couple of parts of the song: You're Not From Here by Lara Fabian

Written 02-25-08

Edited 02-28-08

Title re-named. This one-shot has now become a three-shot. Final two parts to be added soon. (03-08-08)

I don't know what is going on

You turn around and touch my heart

A silent moment speaks the truth

Something has happened all at once

It should have scared me in advance

But I was falling in those eyes of yours

And so

Fear was gone

I knew there was nothing else

I'd ever want

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I sat on top of a hill.

There wasn't much to do in my time anymore. I had missed out on my life just like that. In a blink of an eye, everything I knew flew right on by. Modern day Tokyo seemed so bland to the life I live in the feudal era. Still fighting. Still struggling. Still searching.

I was no longer that fifteen year old girl. Those days had long ago passed. I'm practically an adult now. Eighteen years old and still living this fairy tale life. What would I do when it is all over and done with? Was this my destiny? Truly my destiny? I wouldn't know. Only the gods and fate made such decisions. I'm just a pawn.

I sat on top of a hill.

My eyes scanned the village below. The people who trusted, believed, and worshipped me bustled around. Why? Why did they put such faith in me? Why did they give me things I did not deserve? It was wrong, but I couldn't correct them if I tried. They were set in their ways and nothing I do or say can change their mind.

The wind blew to the left. My hair flew with it, yet it still remained connected to my head. Today was a particularly gloomy day. The sky, once was blue and shining bright in the sun's light now carried grey storm clouds and the scent of rain in the air.

It will rain. I know it will, but I couldn't bring myself to move. There was something. Something. Something told me to stay. To remain in my seated position on top of the hill. So I remained. I waited. And waited. The clouds opened up and cried over me. Pouring out all of it's sorrows.

I sat on top of a hill, while the skies cried.

Cried for what really? What was it trying to tell me? What was it trying to warn me of? The wind blew to the left again. A soft whistle on the rainy breeze whizzed by my ears, carrying along with it a soft splash. Splash?

I turned slowly to look over my shoulder and sighed. I've waited. I'm waiting. I wait. Golden eyes look at me. Boring down on me. It's been this way for two years now. He's looked at me like this for two years now. Why was he here? I stood. I waited.

I stood on top of a hill, while the skies cried and waited.

The wind blew left-ward again. His hair blew distractingly with it. As soon as it fell back down his back he stepped forward. I would have stepped back, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. I shouldn't. I won't. I blinked. Rain cascading down my face like tears. He stopped a foot in front of me and stared down at me. His hand slowly reached up and touched my face.

I should have flinched. I should have cringed. I should have ran away screaming. I didn't. I stood and waited. This was all too strange and I didn't know what to think of it. Golden eyes spoke volumes to my own brown set. He leaned in. I should have... I should have...

I stood on top of a hill, while the skies cried and waited for...

His lips touched my own and my eyes widened. This was not what I expected. What was I expecting? I don't know, but this surely wasn't it. Perhaps he was possessed. Perhaps he had no control. Perhaps he had no idea what it was he was doing. Perhaps.

He pulled away, but not completely. His lips still brushed against my own and he looked into my eyes. I should have been afraid. I was, but then not really. This was an enemy. An enemy that had just kissed me. An enemy that was carressing my tongue with his very own. He stroked my cheek before removing his hand completely. We stood there. Just staring at each other. Waiting.

We stood on top of a hill.

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The roof was hot.

Much had happened since I was eighteen. My life completely changed. I'm home now. I'm bored now. The adventure was now over and done with, but something remained. That rainy day on the hill changed a lot. I grew attatched. Perhaps he had as well. I could never be too sure. And so, I never let him know. I tried to push him away. I tried to run. I tried everything. Nothing worked.

We would argue without raising our voices. I would cry without so much as a tear. He would watch without so much as an emotion. It was annoying. It was aggrivating. It was so totally us. Something we connected on. But why? Why was it this way?

The roof was hot.

He was infuriating and yet he was a drug. My drug. I gave my all to him. Secretly and behind my friends' back. Damn sure not in their face. That would be insult and injury. The proverbial knife in the back or maybe the heart, be it as it may. Things had complicated themselves quite nicely. We stood strong. Apart. On the opposite side of the battlefield. Which was hard. We weren't enemies. We were lovers. Secret as it may be, it was hard.

I cried in my sleep a lot. I cried because I could see his face there. I could here his voice. I could feel his skin. I could. His heart beat in time with mine. I remember, I once thought him to be heartless. I was proven wrong.

The roof was hot and the sun beamed down.

Looking down from my place on top the shingles, I gaze longingly at the well house. My last day there was the hardest. I had told my friends I wanted to leave alone. I didn't want them to walk me to the well. They put up an argument, but eventually gave in. I would have it no other way. Final goodbyes with them weren't as hard as I thought them to be. But with him...

It seemed as if it was just yesterday. It wasn't. It had happened a year ago. I was twenty. Two years of blissful secrets with him had ended at the death of the evil hanyou. I dare not say his name. It isn't worth the time, the energy, the breath. I had went to the well that evening after everything ended. The closer I got to the well the more the skies would open up. They slowly began to drizzle out tears. I wondered why. When I looked up I could see why. The skies cried for us. Always did and probably always will. One last time. This was our one last time.

The roof was hot, the sun beamed down and I drifted.

I honestly and truthfully missed him. Everything about him. Even his arrogance. I sat up from the hot shingles and watched the puffy white clouds drift by. Each one seemed to have his face. I could feel the wet buildup at the edge of my eyes. Was I about to cry?

The wind shifted and I shivered despite the heat. I should cry. Perhaps that would make me feel better. Perhaps. I stiffened. I could feel something. A hand on my shoulder. Slowly I looked down at the captive shoulder and eyes widened. A familiar hand rested there. Following that hand up to the face of it's owner I gasped. Was I dreaming? I had to be dreaming. It was a dream.

The roof was hot, the sun beamed down and I drifted into...

I stood up and so did he. We stood on the overheated shingles and gazed into each other's eyes. I smiled tearfully. This couldn't be real. It couldn't be. I wanted it to be. His eyes called me foolish. I knew this. I can see this. It was the way it was. He leaned down and kissed me as he did that rainy day on top the hill.

It felt so real. I wanted it to be real. I wished it was real. Was it real?

My eyes closed briefly and our bodies pressed against each other's. My body tingled. It felt as though he was inside me. As though we were partaking in one of our many secret trysts. In my mind we were. We were in a field, a meadow perhaps. We slowly stripped each other. Even though he only had one arm. One hand. That did not stop his progress. In my mind we were naked. In my mind we were joined. In my mind...

My eyes slowly opened and met nothing. "Sesshomaru..." I whispered to the flittering breeze.

The roof was hot.

I can't get used to missing you

If this is how it's gotta be

I need an angel to watch over me

No one can hold the hands of time

But I can hold you in my mind

Over and over like a melody

For now

I'll stand still

For now

I'll be filled by the memory of your skin

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A/N: Seriously, I have no idea where this came from. I really love that song.

Wanna hear it?

Go to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOexuR_CvRQ&feature=related

Was suppose to have two other parts, but due to certain circumstances - don't look forward to it.

No flames please.