Revised 5/17/12.

Note: I may not be writing any new stories at the moment but I will be re-writing some of my stories. But it depends if I want to. The revised Chapter 2 will be posted most likely tomorrow or Saturday.

The music for the dance is Valentine Tango.

I don't own anything. Enjoy kiddies ;)

Sesshomaru stood in the late hours of the night much to his chagrin. The first thing his mind thought was that he had waited long enough. She was never coming back. He waited almost 5 centuries for her to emerge from the wind. Guess this is how it's going to be.

The little bugs flying in the air almost clinging to the bright sun that was the street light, the specks of dust in the air, the star blinking as it desperately holds on to its last seconds of life, he could see it all. How did he expect this to end? Fairy tales were proven worthless countless times and yet he still holds on to the hope that maybe, just maybe, she'll come back. Many years have passed and the deaths of his companions, leaving him alone by himself, can change a person.

He sighed and looked up at the starry night sky.

This is ridiculous, he thought to himself.

Nothing can change the past, he thought. Nothing. What has passed is history.

The annual Masquerade Ball was to be held that night and him being Sesshomaru Taisho, the richest company owner in Tokyo, was invited. He never liked the ball in the first place so why should he start now?

His limo had driven him from his mansion to the richest part in Tokyo. He walked casually towards the large building ignoring the paparazzi that swarmed the place. As he entered he noticed that the theme for the ball was different this year.

The walls were covered in white creamy paint, with vices and flowers lacing every inch of the wallpaper. Dark red satin drapes hung among the ceiling, certain parts pinned to the top, letting portions of it flowing down. Each roll of satin started from corners of the room and all met towards the center of the ceiling, where the chandelier was. The spotless marble floor was echoing off the heels that came in contact with it. Off to the side were tables made of mahogany which were covered with white fabric to keep food stains off the rich wood material.

Sesshomaru looked around the room, watching people dance getting drunk with joy as they please. Countless women wore red, black, and white dress while the men dressed in either white or black tuxedos. The sound of music filled their ears as though it was hypnotizing them to keep dancing. The sizzling of food being cooked in the back kitchen could be heard.

Looking through the masks of some people, Seshomaru had noticed a few demons that he had known some centuries ago, mildly suprised that they were still alive. As Sesshomaru was looking among the crowd the sudden pause in steps and breaths had caught his attention and looked in the direction of where many people were staring.

A young woman, perhaps in her early twenties, made an entrance while standing in the corner of the room. She wore a white dress that flowed down her body ending just inches above her knees. Every inch of the dress hugged her body perfectly, showing off her lovely curves and the flatness of her stomach. It was a one shoulder dress that was bedazzled with jewels and at the top where it met her shoulder was a red rose that stood out from the white color of her dress. Her mask was black with red exotic designs with white diamonds encircling the designs.

As beautiful and stunning as she was, Sesshomaru was looking at her eyes. They were very familiar with a particular witch he remembered. Though they weren't the same shade as hers, it was indeed an uncommon color for a human. Was it really her?

He watched her as she looked around the room.

Maybe she too is looking for someone, he thought. He continued to watch and she scanned the room many, many times before she finally met eye-to-eye contact with him.

He lost focus of the real world and everything suddenly didn't care. His company could go down in shreds and he wouldn't give a damn. Golden colored eyes met with crimson.

Before he knew it he was walking towards her, as she did the same. His heartbeat had steadily rose with each step that brought him closer to her and he hated himself for feeling this way. The adoring glances that women had passed his way were now glowing with fury and anger at the one lady in white.

Now they stood a foot away from each other, both carefully observing the other and smelling the scent their aura brought. The lingering smell of lilies and jasmine had combined with his, sending his body into overdrive with impatience and uncertainty.

While watching her face Sesshomaru lifted his left hand, signaling for her to take it. She looked at his hand and followed suit, silently accepting the invitation. The slight tingle that shuddered through him once their hands came in contact was indescribable. The warmth of her hand touching his soothed him to no end, though he would never admit it. He then raised his other hand to her waist as she placed her left on his shoulder.

The first step was taken when the music changed.

This will be very interesting, he thought, Let's see if she could keep up with me.

He started out by stepping gently to the right and then to the left with a slight twist of his waist. She copied his movements but with a slight roll of her hips, causing Sesshomaru to lift an eyebrow. She sent him a smirk. Let the fun begin.

He stayed still as she lifted her right leg and let it cirlce around his hip before bringing it back. Not once had she broken eye contact and he took notice of this. She was searching for something as was he.

He let go of her waist and raised his left arm slightly above his head, her hand of course did the same as they had not let go. Their left hands still slightly touching as they circled each other slowly, each step was exactly the same.

The music was just barely starting and was played in a gentle tune.

It was when the sound of the guitar had stared did they reconnect their hands, lining up with the other as they had before. Sesshomaru looked to the side and saw that they had an audience but focused back on the woman in front of him. He noticed that she too looked around them and he growled, bringing his right hand to her back and pulled her closer to him, breaking her contact with the audience. They stood there for a second, chest to chest.

He ever so fainlty smirked as he brought her in even closer before twirling her outwards away from him, still keeping their hands together. The bottom of her dress spun around like the wind, moving without a sound and very gracefully.

She spun towards him, resting her back against his chest as she laced her fingers with his. Sesshomaru took a few steps backwards guiding her carefully to make sure she didn't falter before taking those steps forward again. He spun her around and slid his left leg back a small distance while at the same time she moved her right leg forward, filling in the gap. She turned to the side, lifting her left leg around his waist again and leaned against him. He wrapped his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling. As he did that she lifted her other leg in the air with grace before letting it connect with the floor again.

The room had gone quiet with the spotlight having only room for the two of them. The beauty of their moves were indescribable. One would simply say that they were letting their bodies do the work.

The brightness of the spotlight had brought out her skin as though she were made of diamonds. It wasn't too pale and it made her even more perfect. Her hair that was previously in a bun, had come loose and framed her face. She was the image of a goddess.

Together they repeated move after move and step after step. Each second that passed made them dance quicker and faster, neither of them losing their finesse.

The song was coming to a close and Sesshomaru decided to make the end worthwhile. He brought both hands to her waist and gently lifted her into the air. He looked up at her as a smile formed on her face as though she were flying. He brought her down slowly just as the song had ended.

At this point the audience had started to clap in awe and joy, but the pair paid no mind. Soon another song had started and the audience went back to their business, leaving the two in peace.

Sesshomaru continued to gaze at her and saw that she smirked once again.

"Some dance huh?" She teased, breaking the silence between them. It wasn't a bad silence, but it was too quiet for her own good.

Sesshomaru didn't say anything and took off his mask that had covered his face. She did as well, but reluctantly.

"Kagura..." He forced her name out, the sound very peculiar on his tongue.

"Indeed it is." She smiled.

"How much do you remember?" He asked softly...too softly if you ask.

Kagura paused for a long moment. "Everything. I haven't been alive that long. Just a few weeks ago I emerged from the wind and have been walking around since. I was lost and very confused for the first few days."

For a moment Sesshomaru felt pity for Kagura. How could one adjust to a world that they no longer took part in? One they didn't belong in anymore?

She opened her mouth to speak again when he brought a hand to her back and led her to the dining tables that were on the other side of the ballroom. He took out a chair for her and waited til she was sitting comfortably in it before moving to his own seat.

"Anyway, as I was saying, I don't know why I changed back. It was like being born again. The rush of emotions and excitement at the chance of a new life. A new chance. I tried looking for anyone I knew. Many of them I found out were dead. Then I searched..." Kagura stopped there wondering if she should keep going. She looked up and saw Sesshomaru staring intently at her and nodded his head for her to go on.

"I searched for you." She said shakily. "I never lost that hope because I knew you were tough." She smiled again.

Sesshomaru almost caught himself doing the same thing but this time allowed a small smile instead. He rose up from the chair and extended his hand to her, another invitation to dance. Kagura gladly accepted it and together they danced to softer music this time.