Our Subway Time by Smittee

Our Subway Time

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 hearing 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 the subway scene in it and this story. This is being written to share. I do not write this for a profit.

This has been edited.

Italics-Thoughts, Memories, Etc.

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Every night, I board the Subway. The seemingly soundless darkness, with bits of lights flashing passed, is seen. I silently start to fall to sleep. 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 my day. Perhaps we would discuss where we would like to go, or what we'd like to do. He would always speak very little; every so often he’d flip his hair back. Sometimes, he’d even show a soft smile. He hardly ever smiles. He merely sits passive, only his eyes flickering with the soft glow of calm feelings within them.

He would always be dressed in different style of clothes. The best style I'd ever laid eyes on though was his dark purple turtle neck and black slacks. No mater what he wore though, he always wore dress shoes or penny loafers. One time I asked about the penny loafers, only to get a short shrug and told they were comfortable. His skin was pale, and he had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They reminded me of light shining off 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. He never really did anything, but spoke and listened 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. This was 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 or the like. In fact, I was content that he was there with me. We sat there quietly, and soon the Subway came to a stop. It was his stop. I turned my face to look towards him, seeing him looking back.

The look in his eyes...was it sadness? Being so close, I noticed he wore some sort of powder on his face. It was the same fairness as the skin on his hands and neck. A soft, sad smile was on his face. He slowly slid his knuckles down the side of my face, and I could feel myself blush. My eyes close at his touch. My hand found his; and, I slowly reopened my eyes.

Happiness flickered within his golden orbs, and his smile seemed more pleasant. He pulled his hand away, the first time I noticed his neatly even nails, as he took off his headphones. The ends were placed in my ears. Moving my stray hair out of my face, he kissed my forehead softly and caused me to close my eyes once more. When I reopened them, he was gone. I was left alone again. My heart was racing a bit from the whole situation. My breath slowly began to pace at the right speed, as the realization he had left for home hit me. I ran my fingers from my forehead, to the side of my face, and last to where he placed my stray hair. I believe I was still blushing, as I looked down at the music player.

I pressed play after 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 want."

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

I analyze and I verify and I quantify enough

one hundred percentile

no errors, no miss

I synchronize and I specialize and I classify so much

don't worry 'bout dreaming

because I don't sleep

I wish I could at least 30 percent

maybe 50 for pleasure

then skip all the rest

if I only was more human

I would count every single second the rest of my life

if I just could be more human

I'd have so many little babies and maybe a wife

I'd roll around the mud

and have lots of fun

then when I was done

build bubble bath towers and swim in the tub

sand castles on the beach

frolic in the sea

get a broken knee

be scared of the dark and I'd sing out of key

cuss when I lost a fight

kiss and reunite

scratch a spider bite

be happy with wrinkles I got when I smiled

pet kittens til they purred

maybe keep a bird

always keep my word

I'd cry at sad movies

I'd laugh til it hurt

I'd buy a big bike

and ride by the lake

and I'd have lots of friends

and I'd stay out late

if I could just be more human

I would see every little thing with a gleam in my eye

if only I was more human

I'd embrace every single feeling that came in my life

would I care and be forgiving?

would I be sentimental and would I feel loneliness?

would I doubt and have misgivings?

would I cause someone sorrow, too?

would I know what to do?

will I cry when it's all over?

when I die will I see heaven

A tear fell from my eye, as a smile spread over my face. I realized what he was telling me was that I made him want to live, just like everyone else. He wanted to express himself, and do things that would make him smile. Instead of doing his normal routine and showing very little of what he felt, he said little of what he wanted to. It had made me happy, just thinking that I had that affect on him. I wiped wetness from my face. 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, I sung it softly to myself. Hopefully, I would be able to tell him what I felt the next day..