Disclaimer: All characters of Inuyasha belong to Rumiko Takahashi.




"Life is a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up…"



Session One- Dance of Life



Sango Takahashi had never been one for these types of places. She would usually spend her free nights at home. She felt out of place here, but she was tired, and the only thing waiting for her at home was a stack of papers from the office. The thought alone would bring a migraine to surface.

She was young, barely out of her teens, yet she had one of the highest paying jobs there were. She was still in medical school, her fourth year since she had graduated high school early. Normally they wouldn't let interns work in the hospital until their sixth or seventh year, but they were low on doctors and interns were cheap.

Brown eyes scanned the room. It was a classy place, smooth jazz and R&B playing throughout the nightclub. Dancers danced, drinkers drank, players played, lovers loved- all in an unconscious rhythm unknown to them. What was fast was slow, what was rough was smooth, what was brutal was peaceful. She had almost forgotten what the nightlife was like- dark, with a faint glow. Everyone was the same here- doctors and dealers, rich and poor, bad and good. No one asked, no one cared, they only cared about the present, yesterday and tomorrow faded away once the melody began.

It was one of the few things she found comfort in.

She leaned against the bar, closing her eyes as she took in the atmosphere. Anything away from work was comforting, where the most exciting thing was usually negative. One thing she learned: the only happy place in a hospital was maternity. One had to have a high level of emotional and mental strength to deal with such things- doctor or patient.

Slowly growing impatient she fiddled with the hem of her dress- not to casual, not to formal. An inconspicuous amount of make-up dotted her face, her deep brown tresses tied up. 'Where is he?'



Takeda Kuranosuke- A wealthy man with a handsome smile. He was the man everyone expected her to be with. She couldn't tell them otherwise- she was with him.

She took his outstretched hand as he led her to the dance floor. He held her close- closer than she'd like. His confidence- though charming- was often annoying at times. The hardest thing in life he would ever have to deal with was a wrist cramp from sliding too many credit cards. She held back a snort. 'Of course, I'd love to dance with you. I SO enjoy getting my feet stepped on.'

The only thing good that she could find was the music. A soft song played on a single guitar. It soothed her, and she relaxed against her beau. Closing her eyes, she sighed.

A soft ringing interrupted her reverie. They pulled away from each other, Kuranosuke reaching into his pocket for his phone. "Yes… I'll be there as soon as possible."

Sango sighed, this time out of aggravation. He turned towards her and she nodded silently. He mouthed an apology before moving in to kiss her, but was refused as she turned away. "Go."

She sat down at a nearby table, closing her eyes and fuming to herself. 'I shouldn't have agreed, he always stands me up…'

"Excuse me? Do you mind if I sit here?"

She didn't even bother to turn around to face the other side of the table. "Yeah, sure, whatever."

From the corner of her eyes, she made out a long trench coat. From the voice and build, the stranger was obviously male. A fine-crafted guitar lay across the table.

"Were you the one playing?" she asked.

"For a little extra money, yes," he replied, "and I like it here."

"Watching people getting drunk and make fools of themselves?"

"Human beings have been dancing since the beginning of our time," he said, "this is us at our most primitive state. It's almost instinct, human nature. It doesn't matter if we're in the savannas of Africa or in a nightclub in Tokyo, we will always dance."

"Insightful, aren't you?" Sango replied, "I've never really looked at it that way before."

"Very few people looked at things deeply anymore. Six billion people in this world, each with a different story, yet we still care more about what's on television than what's actually happening in the world."

"And what about the news?"

"The news only tells so much."

Closing her eyes, she let the music calm her nerves. "It's nice, I rarely go out anymore. I'm always working."

"You shouldn't let those things control you. Stress only shortens your life."

"And sometimes not stressing can shorten your life too," Sango replied, standing up, "it was nice talking to you."

'And sometimes not stressing can shorten your life too.' The stranger smiled, watching the woman as she walked out. "I wouldn't say that."





Redid the first chapter. I like it MUCH better, the first version was sort of… eh. Tell me if you like it better.

First version posted 1/11/04

Second version psoted 3/1/05

A fanfiction by Lil'Lyn713