A/N: All right, this is my first attempt at a multiple-chapter fic, so if I make some mistake, I'm sorry. Now this story took me a few months to write down and I've already started the sequel, so I'll try not to mess up and put in spoilers. I would also like to thank sangokagome for helping me figure out how to do this. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been able to post this, so I lovingly dedicate this chapter to her!! Thanks a bunch!! .

An Emotional Wedding

Summary: Everyone gets emotional at weddings, right? Well, when Sango, an independent fashion designer goes back for her best friends, Kagome and Inuyasha's wedding, she discovers that her date will be Miroku, the one man she has despised since high school. But could these emotions change into something completely different?

Chapter 1: A Bad Week Gets Worse

'Damn, I'm going to be so late!' Sango thought to herself as she sat in the backseat of a taxi. She had just flown in from Osaka, away from an important meeting for her design firm, and she was on the way to a hotel on Seventh Street, so that could see her best friend, Kagome finally getting married to her fiancé, Inuyasha.

Somehow she always knew that Kagome and Inuyasha would get married, unlike her own failed relationships. She was more a workaholic than anything else. Dating just wasn't high on her priorities list. In fact, when Kagome called to tell her that she was the maid of honor at their wedding, she wasn't really looking forward to it.

-----Flashback-----

Sango was sitting at her desk at work when her cell phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hey Sango! It's Kagome! How've ya been?"

"Oh, you know…. Overworked, under-appreciated. All that jazz… it just comes with being a designer. How about you?"

"Nothing special really…." There was a long pause on the other line and Sango could hear Kagome let out a small moan. "Oh god… I can't hold it in anymore!! Me and Inuyasha are getting married!"

"WHAT?!?" Sango almost fell over in the chair she was sitting in. "When did this happen?"

"He proposed to me last week," Kagome explained. "We just now set the date."

"Well, congratulations," Sango said. "When is it?"

"June 20th. And I want you to be my maid of honor. That means that you have to be here by the 14th for rehearsals and everything. (A/N: all right, since I've got the story all worked out already, I did the math; it should be the 14th if you count backwards from the wedding. If ya'll wanna check when I finish the story, be my guest, but I think that it's right.) We'll be staying in this fancy hotel in Kyoto, on Seventh Street."

"Well book me a room there, because I will definitely be there! It's not everyday that two of my best friends get married. Anything else I need to know?" (A/N: …no comment...)

"Well, it's kind of traditional, so we made it where the person that is your date is the person you're paired with during the wedding," Kagome explained. "In your case, your date is the best man."

"So, who's my date?" Sango asked, getting curious.

Kagome giggled and said, "Not telling. You'll just have to find out when you get here! See you in June!"

---End Flashback----

'I wonder why Kagome wouldn't tell me who my date is?' Sango thought to herself. 'Maybe she thought that I couldn't handle knowing who it was six months in advance…. Oh well…' (A/N: not knowing something like that would probably drive me nuts.) She looked down at her watch: 5:52. Kagome had told her that there was a rehearsal at the church at 6:30. She was going to cut it close.

Finally the taxi pulled up to the hotel entrance. Sango quickly got out of the cab, pulled out her suitcases, paid the driver, and entered the hotel. In the lobby, she came up the front desk as the concierge said, "Welcome to the Shikon (A/N: I had a major brain-fart on this…) Hotel on Seventh St---"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sango said, cutting him off. "I'm going to be late! Sango Yamata; I'm with the wedding party."

"Ah yes, Miss Yamata! Room 418, on the fourth floor. The elevator is to your left and we hope that you enjoy your stay." He handed her a card key for her room, and she walked over to the elevator.

She pressed the button for the elevator and looked around briefly. In the lobby there was a large chandelier, and on her way to the elevator, she noticed a large and grand staircase. It was pretty amazing to say the least. Her gaze followed a guy, who walked down the stairs and towards the front doors. He looked over at her, locking their gazes for a moment, and then walked outside. He looked about her age and he was kind of cute in Sango's mind, but she still thought to herself, 'Wait… was that… no, it couldn't have been. If it was, that would just be hell. Kagome wouldn't put me through that.' (A/N: Or would she…? -insert dramatic theme music-)

She heard the 'ding' of the elevator behind her, and hastily got on. As she rode up, she looked at her watch: 5:56. "God, I'm going to be late!" she fumed.

Once she got in her room, she quickly dropped the bags onto the bed and ran back out of the room. Under her breath she cursed the airline services for making her late on a very, very important day.


Miroku woke up in his hotel room and took a moment to remember why he was there. 'Oh yeah, I'm in the wedding…' he remembered. Inuyasha had called him six months ago to tell him that he (A/N: meaning Inu…) and Kagome were getting married.

----Flashback----

Bored out of his mind at work, Miroku looked out the window into the city. His cell phone knocked him out of his daze. Looking at the caller ID, he answered, "Hello? Inuyasha?"

"Miroku, how've you been doing?"

"Alright I guess. Although, work's still a pain in the ass."

On the other line, Inuyasha chuckled. "Listen Miroku, I have something important to tell you, so you better sit down."

Sitting up a little straighter in his chair, Miroku replied, "Go ahead and tell me; I'm sitting."

"Me and Kagome are getting married."

Miroku almost dropped the phone, but managed to hold on as he said, "Wow… congratulations!! I always thought that you and her would end up together. When's the wedding?"

"June 20th, but I want you to be the best man, so you would have to be here by the 14th."

"I'll definitely be there," Miroku replied. "I can't wait to see you two finally get married. Do I need to know anything else?"

"Well, Kagome wants to do this arrangement where your date is the person you're paired up with during the wedding. In your case, it's the maid of honor."

"And that is…" Miroku urged.

Inuyasha sighed. "Well it's—"

Suddenly Miroku heard a 'smack' over the phone and Kagome's voice echoed in the background. "Don't tell him!"

"Fine," Inuyasha said to her. To Miroku he said, "Can't tell you that. You won't know until the wedding."

---End Flashback---

'I wonder who my date is,' Miroku mused. 'I guess I'll find out tonight.' He looked over at the wall clock: 5:54. Miroku jumped to his feet, put on some shoes and walked out of the room.

Even though his room was on the third floor, he went down the stairs. The elevator was too slow in his opinion. As he walked across the lobby, he looked over at the elevator and saw that a brown-haired girl was watching him. He looked at her, locking eyes for a second, then walked outside. The girl looked to be about his age and under normal circumstances, he would have gone up to her and told her that he thought she was quite beautiful. Something in his mind had stopped him though. 'Could that have possibly been… no way. I haven't seen her since high school and there's no way Inuyasha would be that mean.' He got a taxi that was about to drive away and got in.


By some miracle, Sango made it to the church at 6:20, just in time. She found all the bridesmaids and was greeted like a sister. Kagome came up to her and gave her a huge hug. Sango looked at her and said, "Wow, I can't believe that in less than a week my best friend is getting married!"

"I know, I can't believe it either," Kagome said.

"Momma!!" a little voice screamed out. Suddenly a copper-haired little boy hopped into Kagome's arms.

"Whoa!" Sango exclaimed. "You have a kid?"

"Yeah, me and Inuyasha adopted him a few months ago," Kagome explained. "His name's Shippo." She looked at the boy and said, "Shippo, this mom's friends, Sango."

"Hi Sango!" Shippo said enthusiastically, waving at Sango with the same amount of energy.

Sango waved back and smiled as Kagome put him down, letting him run off. Sango turned to her friend and smirked. "So Kagome…" she started. "I've been waiting six months to find out, so tell me; who's my date?"

Kagome cringed. "Promise not to hit me?"

Sango cocked her head in confusion and replied, "Of course. Now who is it?"

Kagome took a tentative step back. "Miroku Takura."

Sango's mouth fell open in shock. "Miroku? Miroku Takura?" she stammered, trying to mask her anger. "Kagome, you know that he and I have bad blood between us."

"That was back in high school though!" Kagome said, trying to reason. "Can't you let by-gones be by-gones?"

Defiantly, Sango raised her chin and crossed her arms over her chest. "That depends on how he acts this week," she explained in smoothed-over anger.


Miroku made it to the church at 6:15, thanks to how quick the driver was. His last ride must have been in a big hurry. (A/N: . …. Not saying anything…) He paid him and went inside. He found the other groomsmen and Inuyasha in the church annex.

He walked up to Inuyasha and placed an arm around him in a comradely fashion. "In a few days, I'll have to get used to having Kagome around with you. Again, congrats man," Miroku said to his friend.

"It's even harder of a concept for me to grasp and I'm the one getting married," Inuyasha teased.

Miroku took his arm from Inuyasha's shoulder and started to rub his hands gleefully. "Alright, I've waited six months to find this out," he said with a deviant gleam in his eye. "Who's the lucky girl who gets to be my date?"

Inuyasha flinched and paled just a bit. He looked at Miroku and stammered, "Um…don't hurt me… it was all Kagome's idea." (A/N: Oh sure… blame the girl… even if it WAS her idea… )

Miroku looked at Inuyasha, a look of confusion evident on his face and asked, "Why would I hurt you? Who is it?"

Inuyasha backed a step away from Miroku and answered, "Sango Yamata."

Shock registered in Miroku's features and he stammered the name aloud, "Sango Yamata…? Form high school?" He could still picture her face, but he still remembered that the two of them hadn't seen each other for seven years. "You do realize that she and I haven't gotten along since high school?"

Obviously, Inuyasha also remembered the two's past relationship and honestly, it got on his nerves. "Just get through this week!" he exclaimed. "This week is for me and Kagome, so you'll just have to put your little feud on hold! You and her are going to get along this week whether you like it or not. Kagome and I would never forgive you if the two of you ruined this wedding because of your own petty fight. Whatever happened to the two of you in high school, you two should be able to forget about it and move on!"

Miroku's face brought on a more stoic expression. Why was he getting yelled at when he wasn't the one who initiated the feud? "Tell that to her, not me," he replied to Inuyasha blandly.


The rehearsal was just like what the real wedding would be like, except for no dresses, tuxes, witnesses, and they skipped the vows. First, Shippo, the ring-bearer and Rin, the flower girl, would go down the aisle, followed by the four bridesmaids, then Sango as the maid of honor, and finally, Kagome.

The preacher went through a condensed version of his sermon, then stopped before the vows so they could rehearse the exit. Inuyasha and Kagome went first, followed by Miroku and Sango, and the other couples followed in suit. Sango had her arm wrapped around Miroku's, although personally… she wanted to punch him.

Miroku looked down at her and said, "This isn't so bad is it?" Sango refused to answer him. Miroku noticed her stubborn features and remarked, "What? Don't tell me you're resorting to the silent treatment? That's pretty petty Sango."

Sango scoffed at him. "I'm just getting through the fact that I have to be this close to you and can't hurt you," she said, finally sparing him a glance. Looking back down, she couldn't help but finish the rest of her thought in her mind, 'Unlike you hurt me.'

Miroku looked back down at her stubborn-set features; she always had been stubborn when she set her mind to something. "Whatever I did to you back in high school, I don't think it was so bad that I deserve to be treated like this." The hand that Sango's arm was wrapped around, slid around her waist. "Can't you forget about it and we can start over?" he asked smoothly.

Sango actually considered what he had said. Maybe she could have started over with him, she thought. That is until she felt a hand that had been on her waist slide further down her body, to a place that in her mind, was not where someone who wanted to be in her good graces should place their hand. She immediately stiffened, pushed Miroku away from her and slapped him hard across his face. "You pervert!" she screamed, absolutely infuriated. She marched ahead and out of the chapel, slamming the door behind her. Everyone else was frozen as they watched the scene.

"This is going to be a long week," Kagome said in exasperation as she looked at the frozen-to-his-place Miroku. Inuyasha simply nodded his head in agreement.


Sango walked outside to clear her head and found a small garden, hiding a small, stone bench. She went over and sat down, taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly to calm her anger. She could still feel Miroku's hand rubbing along the curve of her butt. Still a little ticked, she put her own hand on the butt of her jeans, just to rid herself of the feel of his hand. Her phone started vibrating in her pocket. She pulled it out and answered, "Hello?"

"Sango?" Kagome's voice ran over the speaker in concern. "Sango, where are you?"

"Outside in the garden," she replied flatly.

"What happened in there?" Kagome asked.

"What do you think happened?" Sango practically screamed into the phone, her anger resurfacing. "That pain-in-the-ass' hand found it's way to MY ass!" (A/N: Hands down, this is my favorite line in the story. I love it so much. . You just wish that Sango would really say that…)

"Sango, it couldn't have been that bad," Kagome replied, trying to soothe her friend.

"Not that bad?!" Sango exclaimed. "I can still feel that pervert's hand on my ass and you're calling it 'not that bad'?!"

"Calm down," Kagome replied, trying the soothing approach again. "Listen Sango, come to dinner with us, and I mean me, Inuyasha, and Miroku."

"No," Sango replied flatly.

"Sango, you need to come and talk to Miroku," Kagome reasoned. "You two need to settle whatever feud you're in. It's been seven years. Whatever happened, you should put it to rest."

"Fine," Sango gave in. "But if he touches me again, I swear, Inuyasha's going to have to find a new best man."


"God, is it just me or has she gotten feistier in the last seven years?" Miroku asked, rubbing his sore cheek.

"Well, what do you expect?" Inuyasha replied. "You two haven't seen each other for seven years, and you all didn't separate on a good note. She's hated you for all this time and the first thing you do is you start to rub her butt!"

"I was just trying to show her that I wanted to be friends," Miroku replied lamely.

"And look where that got you," Inuyasha sneered. "Maybe you should just try to talk to her."

"That wouldn't work," Miroku said.

"Has your method worked?"

"Well… no, but—"

"Exactly. Now do what I said and let's see what happens," Inuyasha chided.

Kagome, who had been talking on her cell phone, hung up, turned to Miroku and Inuyasha, and said, "Alright, this is how it's going to go. We're all going to dinner, and I mean me, Inuyasha, Miroku and Sango." She looked directly at Miroku. "Miroku, you and Sango have to talk. Whatever you are feuding about has to end. It's childish, dumb, and I'm sure it's getting really old." She softened her tone a little. "You two used to be as close as Inuyasha and I are right now. I don't know what could have caused this fight, but you need to resolve it now before you destroy each other!"

"It's not that simple," Miroku argued.

"And why's that?" Kagome asked.

"I don't even know why she's mad at me," Miroku replied.

"Wait, so you've both hated each other for the last seven years and you don't even know why?" Inuyasha clarified.

"I've never hated her," Miroku answered truthfully. "But I did notice when she stopped talking to me and I never knew why."

Kagome held her head down to think, then brought her head up, looking straight at Miroku. "You know what? I think you and her need to be alone. Inuyasha and I don't need to come. This feud is needs to end tonight and to do that, you and her need to talk this out alone."

"She won't agree to that," Miroku stated.

"Well then, we just won't tell her, will we?" Kagome said, giving him a deviant wink.


Sango was again sitting in the backseat of a taxi thinking. Kagome had told her to come to the hotel restaurant at 8:00. Seeing as she had left the church at 7:30, she couldn't go up to her room and change clothes. 'Why did I have to wear these jeans?' she thought to herself. She stretched out one leg and examined her jeans. They were tight around her thighs, but flared out below her knees. They were also tight around her butt. 'It's no wonder Miroku couldn't control himself,' she thought humorlessly. 'With these jeans on, I'm practically begging him to look, and with his perverted side, he couldn't resist a feel.'

The taxi pulled up in front of the hotel and Sango paid the driver. She walked through the front entrance and took a right towards the restaurant. Immediately she saw Miroku, walked over to the table he was at, and sat down across form him. She looked at the table, then brought herself to look at Miroku and commented, "This table's not big enough for four of us."

Casually he picked up his drink glass. "It's big enough for the two of us," he commented, taking a swig of his drink.

Sango's head shot up. "You mean the others aren't coming?" she asked in shock. At the shake of his head, she glared at him and seethingly replied, "Why you depraved little bast—"

He held up his index finger in a quieting motion. "Uh, uh, uh…. Don't you dare!" he said teasingly, as if reprimanding a child.

'Oh, so he's going to make fun of me?!' Sango thought angrily. "You planned this didn't you?" she accused. "Just another way to humiliate me." She stood up and fixed her coat, which she hadn't even removed. "I'm leaving," she said angrily.

Miroku held up a hand. "Sit down," he demanded firmly. Defiantly, Sango did so. He looked over at her sincerely and explained, "This was all Kagome's idea, not mine. So order a drink and get comfortable."

Sango leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, keeping up her look of defiance. She refused to look at him, but asked, "What are you drinking?"

"Scotch."

"Not a bad idea," she replied, as she held an arm out, getting the attention of a waiter. "I'll just have the same thing that he's having," she told the waiter, pointing to Miroku's drink. Even as the waiter left to the bar, she didn't glance at Miroku.

Tired of the silent treatment he was receiving, Miroku called to her. "Sango?" The woman in question refused to spare him a glance. He groaned in frustration. "Sango? Look at me, Sango. We need to talk."

The notion was laughable to Sango; so she laughed. Him! Saying that they needed to talk! The thought had her giggling. She turned to face him, as the waiter set her drink down in front of her. Looking Miroku straight in the eye, she put on an innocent schoolgirl act and said, "Why Miroku… are you breaking up with me?" Instantly, Miroku started to laugh and Sango took a drink. Sighing, she noted, "Wow… I can still make you laugh."

Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, he let out another chuckle. "It's just I've never heard someone take it that way before," he explained. He looked at her with a serious expression in his eyes. "But look…. All jokes aside, we do need to talk."

Catching the mood shift, Sango took another resolute drink. "Fine. What do you want to know?"

"Well…" he trailed off. "The reason you're mad at me would be good."

"Oh please," Sango sneered. "You can't possibly tell me that you don't remember."

"It's possible," Miroku sighed. "Because I don't."

"You know what? Fine," Sango said, slightly ticked. "You remember how close the two of us were? I was considering all that time that I should have told you that I had feelings for you beyond friendship, but no." She glared over at him. "Right when I got the courage to do it, you asked Koharu out and completely ignored me."

She wiped at a tear that was forming in her eyes. Her anger had melted away and the familiar heartbreak took it's place. "All that time, I always thought that you may have felt the same way for me, but those thoughts vanished, along with you, after you asked that whore to be your girlfriend."

Tears started going down her cheeks. "You broke my heart that day and then I just wanted to get away from you, but then I always thought about you, no matter where I was and always considered what I did wrong and what I could have done. Then overtime to cover the heartache, I guess anger was there. I just couldn't forget you, hate or otherwise." She turned away from Miroku, ashamed of her tears.

"Sango…" he sighed in order to process all of her thoughts. "Look, back then I was a stupid kid, but I did feel some regret for not being with you. But you should have told me what was wrong. I couldn't read your mind back then and now with us having to try to get along, you should have told me why you were pissed."

Sango turned back to face him and wiped off her cheeks. She looked deeply into his gorgeous violet eyes and sighed. His hair was still a little too longer than normal, but pulled up in the little ponytail that she always loved. Looking at him, she could still feel her heart break; it just reminded her that if she hadn't have been so stupid, she could have had him a long time ago.

She sighed, regaining her composure, but the tears of regret still came. "I was just stubborn, I guess. You know how I am and back then I always thought that you knew how much you were hurting me, so that's why I started to hate you. It was a way to cover up the heartbreak."

"Sango…" Miroku stammered, reaching across the table to grasp her hand. "Look, I'm sorry that I hurt you, but you needed to tell me what was going on in your head. I never knew that I was hurting you. Believe me, if I had known that, I would have never done it.'

He noticed Sango's gaze on him as he continued, "I wanted to tell you this so badly in high school, but I guess now's better than never." He looked into her caramel-colored eyes and noticed how her long copper hair framed her face and fell down her back. It had gotten much longer over the years.

He continued, "When I went out with Koharu, it wasn't because I liked her; it was a test. I just wanted to see if I could maintain a relationship and have the courage to ask someone out. I did liked her, but more as a younger sister, not a girlfriend. You know who the girl was I wanted to ask out?"

"Who?" Sango asked, catching a quick breath.

"You," he answered simply. "In the end, Koharu was so possessive and needy, it took me awhile to break it off from her. When I finally did, you wouldn't speak with me, so I never got to tell you how I felt. Then we graduated, and college, then work and careers, and now we're suddenly thrust back together. I understand that we had a bad past, but I want to start over. I'm sorry for what I did, but can we just start over, as friends?"

Sango gave him a small, genuine smile and squeezed his hand, which she had been holding. "I'd really like that."


"So you two settled everything?" Kagome asked over the phone.

"Yeah, pretty much," Sango said, as she walked up the staircase. After she and Miroku had finished their drinks, they separated and he went back up to his room, while she went to the bathroom to fix up her make-up. Afterwards, she'd had a sudden urge to stretch her legs, so she decided to go up the stairs to her room and that is when Kagome had called her.

"So what was the feud about anyway?" Kagome asked.

"Long story," Sango replied, not really wanting to repeat everything. "It was pretty much a big misunderstanding."

"Miroku did say that he never hated you," Kagome pointed out.

"Really?" Sango asked as she reached the third floor landing. "God, I feel like such a bitch. He's trying to make amends with me and I just treated him like shit."

"Miroku's forgiving, you know that," Kagome stated. "And he did have the courtesy to do just that."

"I think that may have been one of the reasons we were so close," Sango replied. She had now reached the fourth floor. "He was so understanding, so we contrasted perfectly. We just got each other."

"I'll agree to that," Kagome said. "You two were inseparable." There was a pause and then Kagome's voice rang through the phone in realization. "Wait a minute!! Was this about the time that he went out with Koharu???" Sango's silence said it all. "I knew it!! You liked Miroku, so when he went out with her, he broke your heart and you thought that he abandoned you!"

Sango groaned. "It's not exactly like that, but it's pretty damn close," she said as she walked down the corridor to her room.

"So what are you guys now?" Kagome asked. "Acquaintances, friends, or something else?"

Sango laughed as she took her room key out of her pocket. "Just friends… I think…"

"Do you want something else?"

"I don't know," Sango replied. "But he did say that he wanted to ask me out, so I don't really know." She opened the door and walked in. She took a step on the carpeted floor and water seeped out from it. "What the hell?"

"What's wrong?" Kagome asked.

"The carpet's soaked," Sango answered. She walked into the bathroom of her room and saw that the floor was covered in water. She looked around the room and noticed that everything looked drenched. "Shit!" she screamed in frustration.

"What's wrong?"

"A pipe must have burst in the bathroom!" Sango exclaimed. "Everything in the room is soaked!"

"What about your clothes and everything else that you unpacked?" Kagome asked.

"My plane was so late that I didn't have time to unpack before the rehearsal," Sango explained. "I just set my luggage on the bed."

"Well… are your suitcases wet?"

Sango ran over to the bed and felt her suitcases. They were dry. "No they're dry, thankfully," she said.

"That's good," Kagome replied. "Go down to the lobby and talk to the manager and get a new room. You obviously can't stay where you are."

"That's what I'll do," Sango said. "I'll talk to you later." She hung up the phone and pulled her suitcases, one by one, outside of the room. 'God, when's my luck going to get better?' she thought menacingly.

--To be continued...-

A/N: And that's the end of chapter one! Whew…. -wipes off sweat- That takes a lot out of a girl. Well, so we've introduced Miroku and Sango's past and now that they're friends, things can start moving along. Now what's Sango going to do without a room? Where's she going to stay?

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