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SANGO'S WEDDING

Ch.1-My Chauffeur is Geographically Challenged

A/N: This was supposed to be a One-Shot...but it got worse than with

Sorely Nerdy.

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"You are getting married?"

Sango nodded frantically, barely holding in her sounds of excitement.

"Oh my gosh! Sango, congratulations!"

I glanced at Sango's shinning diamond, resting on a simple golden band, as I engulfed her in a big bear hug.

"Do you have anything planned out yet? A date?"

Sango laughed, telling me of a secret I already knew. "Miroku was so sure that I would say yes that he started preparations long before I was ever aware. And here I thought he was cheating on me or something since he was always so busy."

I smiled. I had been helping Miroku since January to get everything ready. He told me Sango didn't need any more stress to pile up with her current project, which she just finished this past month, so he wanted to hold on proposing but instead start preparations without her consent.

Quite a bit of people were in on it, so we secretly dropped in topics of wedding arrangements without her knowing anything was going on.

As for her dress, I took the responsibility of designing it and making it myself, aware of what Sango's dream dress would be like.

"I know you already knew, so just to make it official, it's on the seventh of August. And as everybody presumed, Kagome, you are going to be my maid of honor. Oh…I cannot believe I'm going to have such a stress-less wedding in two months."

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I sighed, looking at the over-decorated little square for the seventh of August in my boy-band calendar. At the moment I didn't know what hurt me the most, the fact that my expensive calendar was written on or the fact that my best friend was getting married while I am currently single.

Everything was going as perfect as usual. Miroku and Sango were doing the last preparations, with invitations being sent and dresses fitted.

As Miroku and I presumed, in contrast to what everyone else thought, Sango wanted a wedding back home in Matsue, so with a lot of difficulty and influences the day was booked. That left relatives lamenting the fact that their excuse to travel to Tokyo was thwarted. For me, it was perfect since I had wanted to take my boyfriend home and present him to my family for a long time, yet I hadn't had the chance to do so.

From there everything went wrong. My plans to have a fun road trip with Hojo were ruined when I found out a very important thing about himself that he had kept quiet about.

That he was gay and that I was just used to keep up appearances. I would have never guessed, but people always said he was too sweet. So we broke up.

I was then faced with two decisions. I either had to book a last minute flight to city close to my town, then get home through a taxi. That would take the least time, but take up a lot of unnecessary money since the flight was last minute.

I could also take a train there, but that would also require a last-minute ticket.

My only other option included leaving with a friend or even Sango, but Sango was leaving a week before the wedding, and every other friend had chosen my other options, much earlier.

I was actually debating on driving there on my own, despite the fact that traveling on my own for long distances made me queasy, when Sango called me with a live-saving option.

I should've listened to what she was saying before I said yes.

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"I have found you a ride to Matsue, at the same time you had preciously scheduled. The only-"

"Stop there. I'm desperate for any type of transportation at the moment, even if it is with someone like Kikyo. I don't care; I'll take it as long as you are sure I won't get there in a black bag chopped into little pieces."

Sango laughed, and behind her laughter I could faintly hear another voice.

"Okay, let me tell him that you said yes, and I'll tell you at what time to be ready."

"Oh? The person is there with you? Thank him on my behalf."

The line was quiet as Sango talked with my ride.

"Sure. He said to be ready on the fifth at noon."

"Roger. And thank him again, say, what did you say his name was?"

"I didn't. Just wait until Wednesday and you'll be surprised, I assure you."

After that, Sango hung up. I walked over to my boy band calendar, circling the fifth of August with a red marker.

"Well, at least I have a ride, and since he knows Sango, it must be someone trustful."

Oh, I had no idea of how wrong I was.

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August the fifth arrived. I had already had breakfast, my luggage was by the door, and my apartment was clean and awaiting my return.

All I was waiting for was for this trust-worthy person to arrive; yet I didn't know how trustworthy he was, since he was already half an hour late.

I was staring at the faces of six smiling 20-some-year-olds as they posed for August, twirling the fake marriage ring on my finger. I'd put it on for an appointment I had with a rather young man who wanted a lavish dress for his daughter. Every single one of his type tried hitting on me, so I would wear it to discourage them. Serving its purpose, the wedding ring always made them change their attitude. I stopped twirling it and was about to take it off and put it away when my doorbell rang.

I walked over to my door and opened it slowly, feeling my jaw drop open as I saw the individual standing in my doorway with a piece of paper in his hand.

"InuYasha?"

"Kagome?"

I stayed standing in my doorway, shell-shocked to see the silver-haired, doggie-eared individual standing there. The last time I had seen him was at Sango's get-together for Christmas, but just like on every other occasion, I avoided him as best as possible.

At first, I wanted to slam the door in InuYasha's face, but after I thought things over and realized the he was my ride, I decided to be polite and let him in.

I decided to treat him as best as possible, but I was either not trying hard enough or it really couldn't be helped.

"You were more than half an hour late!"

"I was only late because your crummy apartment was so hard to find."

"What? Now you are going to insult my apartment just because I wasn't born with a gold spoon in my mouth?"

"No, you could've gotten any other crummy apartment was a lot easier to find!"

"Well, excuse me for choosing a crummy apartment that too difficult for a moron like you to find!"

InuYasha opened his mouth, ready to yell something back at me, but the ring of his cell phone stopped him.

"Hello?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at InuYasha as he equally glared at me.

"You could've told me it was her."

If it was possible, my glare turned darker at the sound of how he said 'her'.

"No! I am not going to--what? You asshole! I'm not…keh…fine."

InuYasha shoved the cell phone on my face, telling me Sango wanted to talk to me.

Taking it, I said, "Sango, I'm going to kill you."

Sango laughed nervously, possibly counting to ten before she spoke to me.

"Come on Kagome, it was the only person that we can trust that is driving there, plus, it is only five hours. I told him to be nice to you, so you don't have to worry."

"Are you freaking kidding me?! It's five hours!"

"Kagome, don't tell me you are still holding that ridiculous grudge?"

"No!" I practically screamed. Measuring my voice, I said in a lower tone, "I'm not."

"Well? Then just think of him as an old friend and endure these pathetic five hours. We did it together countless times in the bus, you can do it once with InuYasha. Just act like the adult you are. If you do so, I promise I'll buy you a train ticket back to Tokyo."

I grumbled, trying not to be too immature about this. Okay, so yeah, maybe I was still resentful towards InuYasha, but it is his entire fault. He made my last year of High School miserable, because he…no. I will not think about it.

"Fine."

"Perfect. See you tonight. Bye."

Sango hung up, and holding out the cell phone to InuYasha, I said without looking at him, "Thank you for giving me a ride. I will try to make it as painless as possible for you. I'll ride in the back seat and not say anything at all for the five hours."

InuYasha looked at me in surprise before he said "Whatever."

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When I walked with InuYasha to the parking lot of my apartment building, it didn't take me long to spot his car. It was a small but comfy-looking Audi, most likely a year model. It almost seemed too girly-looking for him, with its bright red paint job.

"Are you sure you didn't accidentally bring your girlfriend's car?"

InuYasha ignored me as he opened the small trunk of the car, putting as much of my things in it as it was possible.

I was about to sit in the back with the things that didn't fit in the trunk when InuYasha stopped me.

"Sit in the front. I don't want to look like your chauffeur."

I obeyed his orders and tried not to make any teasing comments, but while I was rummaging through the open glove compartment, I couldn't help it.

I stared silently at the bright red lipstick tube and the unopened pad that rested between the car's manual and insurance papers.

When InuYasha was comfortably seated in the driver's seat, he turned to look at me, following my gaze as it landed on the opened glove compartment.

"A lipstick and a pad? Are you sure this is your car?"

InuYasha grumbled, angrily shutting the glove compartment.

"I never said this was my car. It's Kagura's."

"Kagura's? Why would you have her car?"

InuYasha turned on the engine, pulling out of the parking lot.

"It's all Sesshomaru's fault. He said he didn't want me killing myself on the road since I have work to do once I get back. So he made me use Kagura's car, which he said is a lot safer than mine."

I nodded, now understanding the feminine items in the glove compartment as we turned into the midday traffic in Tokyo. InuYasha relaxed in his seat, letting go of the steering wheel.

"Might as well get comfortable. We are going to be here for a while."

There was a long pause before either one of us said anything. It was InuYasha who broke the silence by speaking.

"So, what do you do for a living?"

I turned to look at InuYasha, surprised that he would ask me something like that, since my name was everywhere these days and that question was just…weird. Plus he was talking to me, and expected me to talk back.

"Uh, I design clothes and make them, well, only special orders. I have people who work making my designs. But I'm sure you already knew that."

"Really? I didn't know, actually. These past few months, heck, years I've spent just working."

"So you are a workaholic?"

InuYasha grumbled. "Not by choice. I figured, if I don't have anything else to do, then might as well work."

"Whatever happened to the wild life you said you'd lead?"

"Keh. When you are young you think anything is possible. By the time we graduated I kinda figured that my life would be the complete opposite of what I'd imagined."

"You make yourself sound so old…"

I tried to ignore the wild jump my heart gave at the thought of our high school years. Everything had been so perfect…

"Are you kidding? Right now is the age when you are not young like some child but not too old…yet I feel like a 50-some year old man who wasted his life and is doomed to just work work and work."

"InuYasha, we're 25, act like it."

InuYasha ignored my comment as he moved on to another topic.

"Did you ever imagine that Sango and Miroku would get married at 25?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I figured they could live in 'free union' until they were littered with children and figured that they should probably marry."

"InuYasha! How could you say that? You know Sango has secretly always wanted a fairy tale wedding."

"If you say so. She doesn't talk to me about that crap. All she ever tells me when she occasionally sees me is that--never mind."

I raised an eyebrow at InuYasha's comment. Tells him what?

"So, InuYasha, did you ever realize your dream of following Lost Gate all over Japan?"

"What do you think? I have so much work these days I don't get any time off. This week that I'm taking off is supposed to be a much needed vacation, or so Sesshomaru says."

"Oh? You really are a workaholic aren't you?"

InuYasha mumbled something under his breath while his head turned to look over to the slowly moving cars next to us.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Just talking to myself."

I looked at the features of the brand new Audi due to lack of a better thing to do after silence fell.

"What's that?"

InuYasha looked down to where my finger pointed. "…The radio."

"What's that for?"

"I think that's where you connect your mp3 player."

"Hm. Do you have the connection?"

"I don't even know what the thing looks like. Look in the glove compartment."

I opened the glove compartment, moving the things inside until I found the connection. I dug through my purse, getting out my mp3 player out.

I put all of my songs on shuffle and waited as the first song out of thousands began. I smiled slightly as the tune of a song by my favorite boy band began. My smile got even bigger when InuYasha turned to look at me, eyes wide.

"You're kidding me, right?"

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We had been in the traffic for almost an hour when InuYasha got fed up. I had pity on him and skipped any more songs by the infamous boy band, which I learned that InuYasha detested thanks to his adoptive niece.

"Are you hungry?"

When I turned to look at InuYasha I was faced with the sight of him rubbing his stomach as if trying to emphasize the fact that he was hungry.

"Um…not really."

"That's too bad because we'll be stopping to eat once we get out of this horrible traffic."

A couple of minutes afterwards we were in a shopping center, running through the different aisles, looking for good munchies.

"Is this your idea of a good meal?"

I stared at the potato chips, cookies, chocolate, candy and pocky that was in the shopping car.

"No, but this is what is going to get you through these five hours so start piling the food, and don't worry, you haven't bothered me as of yet, so it'll be my treat."

I decided to trust in his word and got my share of junk food. I was surprised at InuYasha's good behavior, especially towards me, so I decided to mirror his behavior and be just as polite.

When we were done paying, we stepped out into the scarcely populated outskirt of Tokyo and once inside the car, InuYasha turned to look at me as I was surrounded by the shopping bags containing the food we had just bought.

"What?"

InuYasha opened his mouth as if to say something, then he thought better of it and shaking his head he turned on the car as we continued our drive already two hours behind schedule.

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"I think you are supposed to turn right here."

"No, I'm telling you it's left."

"Are you sure?"

"Keh, does it matter? I'm the one driving. Right or not, we are going left."

"Okay…I mean what's the worst that can happen? We have a tank full of gas and we still have daylight to guide us."

"Well, we could be assaulted by someone, and then murdered. Or we could get horribly lost and then run out of gasoline. Or-"

"I get the point, don't be so optimistic."

"Glad you see it my way."

There was a pause as we entered a secluded area of roads.

"Kagome, have you ever driven with anyone back home, or the other way around?"

"What?"

"Have you?"

"Of course I have." Duh. How else would I have gotten to Tokyo?

"I don't mean on a bus or a train, stupid. I mean actually driven."

"No…I hyperventilate and creep out if I drive for more than an hour."

InuYasha turned to look at me briefly, a dark brow rising in disbelief.

"Why the question?"

"Just asking."

I let the conversation end as I reached down by my feet and grabbed one of the bag of potato chips that InuYasha had bought. I had barely put one in my mouth before I saw InuYasha reaching out to grab one from the bag.

After he failed miserably, he took his eyes of the road to find the bag.

"Hey! Eyes on the road."

I reached out and pushed InuYasha's face with my hand, making sure he was looking at the road.

"I'm hungry. I have to eat too!"

"That's too bad, you have to drive using both of your hands and keeping your eyes on the road."

"Come on, I ate a light breakfast today."

"Well…I could, no. Never mind."

"You could what?"

InuYasha glanced at me briefly, trying to figure out what I was going to say. After he realized I was not going to say anymore or give in, he continued driving silently as I slowly chewed on the potato chips.

I was perfectly dealing with the small bit of guilt over not letting InuYasha eat until his stomach gave a big growl.

"See? Come on, I can drive with only one hand really fast as I eat."

"Kagome, could you pass me one of those delicious riceballs?"

"Dad! Hands on the wheel!"

"It's just a minute, come on, pass the riceball over."

"Kagome?"

"What?"

InuYasha gave me a weird look, turning back quickly, as he asked me if something was wrong.

"No, I was just thinking."

"Must have been one hell of a thought. Your hand was frozen midway to your mouth. Anyways, could you pass me a bag of those chips?"

"No. Both hands on the wheel and eyes on the road."

"How the hell am I supposed to eat?"

Hm. I guess I have no choice…

"I could feed you."

InuYasha looked from the road back at me, giving me another weird look. I reached out and pushed his head back, making him look forward.

"Eyes on the road."

I opened another bag of chips and held the round chip close to InuYasha's mouth. It took a couple of minutes and a fourth of the bag of chips before we got the hang of things.

I would hold a chip out, he would get it in his mouth and chew, and meanwhile I would have another one ready. There were awkward moments in which his lips or teeth touched my fingers, but I tried my best to ignore them and the jolt that spread through my body.

When the bag of chips was done, I wiped my fingers with a napkin and held a bottle of water for InuYasha to grab.

"Are you sure I can let one hand off the steering wheel now?"

I followed along with InuYasha's playful tone, saying, "Only if your eyes remain on the road."

Next Chapter: Yes We Are, We're Lost

A/N: This was actually written two years ago. It'll be short (like 5 chapters), so enjoy!