I know this idea has probably been done to death, but I wanted to have a go myself. Enjoy.
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7am, In a small, two bedroom flat in Barnet, London:
Kagome awoke to the shrill beeping of her alarm clock. She groaned and rolled over, fumbling sleepily with the buttons until she managed to hit 'off'. Lying back on her pillows, she slowly opened her eyes as they adjusted to the morning light. The walls of her room were painted a cheerful light yellow and a small ray of sun was peaking through the blue curtains. Kagome watched its progress dreamily, not thinking about anything, enjoying the quiet for as long as she could, until the click of the front door closing told her she would have to get up.
"Kagome!" Her flatmate's voice sounded outside her bedroom door as footsteps echoed through the house. "Time to get up, Kagome!"
The girl sighed, closed her eyes and counted to four, then threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. The air was chilly and she wasted no time in grabbing her clothes and heading for the shower. When she was fully dressed with her black hair brushed back tidily, she headed for the kitchen.
Her flatmate Sango was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a hot cup of tea. She was wearing a tank top and shorts, indicating that she had just returned from her morning run. Kagome glanced down at her own clothes - a blue jacket and jeans - and shivered.
"How are you not freezing?" She demanded, going over to the window to peer out at the weather. Her ray of sunshine had been swallowed up into a great mass of grey clouds that hung like a depressing blanket over the city.
Sango just gave her an amused glance, having heard this complaint many times before and being well acquainted with Kagome's dislike of getting out of bed. Said girl proceeded to make herself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table to eat.
Knowing better than to try starting any kind of conversation until Kagome had finished her breakfast, Sango drank down the last swallow of her tea and went to take a quick shower. When she returned, dressed in warmer clothes and carrying her backpack in one hand, Kagome offered her a smile and a belated 'good morning'.
"So what's on the agenda for today?" Sango sat down beside her friend and prepared to eat her own breakfast.
"Oh you know, the usual." Kagome replied, a little sulkily. "Except that it's not."
Sango glanced up in surprise, but nodded as she remembered what Kagome had been complaining about for the last week. "Right, your sister's engagement party."
"It's not the actual engagement party," Kagome corrected her. "I still have that pleasure to look forward to. This is just a lunch do, so that her family can meet his."
"So it might be fun." Sango suggested.
"It might be, if we weren't going to be swamped by media all the time." Kagome sighed. "They don't know where I live, so you haven't seen it yet. But when they first announced the engagement, you couldn't leave my Mum's house without being jumped on by one reporter or another."
"What's the fiance's name again?"
"Inuyasha Taishou."
"That's right," Sango said, "His father used to run the MI5, didn't he? I remember him retiring a couple of years ago."
"Yeah." Kagome agreed. "Then the elder brother took over. Sesshomaru or something."
"So what does Inuyasha do?"
"I'm not sure," Kagome admitted. "I think he works for his brother, but I could be wrong."
Sango giggled. "Wow. A whole family of spies - you'd better be careful, Kagome. I imagine Mr Taishou would do a pretty thorough background check on any family that his son intends to marry into."
"Oh definitely." Kagome laughed. "I'll have to make sure that body in the back yard is removed before they go digging around." She glanced at her watch.
"Come on Sango, we'll miss the train if we don't leave now."
Sango grabbed her empty bowl and cup and deposited them in the sink.
"Coming!"
10am, The Taishou Manor:
"...you will be present, and you will conduct yourself with civility!"
The effect of those commanding words was somewhat ruined when the door was slammed shut in a childish outburst of anger. Mr Taishou strode out of his study, pocketing his mobile phone, metaphorical steam pouring from his ears. His wife was sitting comfortably on the lounge suite, reading the latest fashion magazine. She gave her husband a sympathetic smile as he collapsed into the chair next to her. She didn't need to ask who he'd been talking to - there were only two person who would dare to talk back to him, let alone make him this angry.
"Can I assume, dearest, that we will all be present for the occasion today?" Izayoi asked her husband placidly, not really doubting that he would be able to exact obedience from his son.
"We had better be." He replied grimly. "I am not yet so old that I can be disrespected by my children with impunity."
She laughed gently, and looked up as another figure entered the room. Her son Inuyasha strode through the doorway with a can of coke in hand, and slumped into a chair. Underneath a cap, his long unruly white hair draped over the shoulders of his red jacket.
"Aren't you working today, Inuyasha?" His father asked him curiously.
"Nah." Inuyasha told him. "I took the day off for this thing today."
"A pity your brother couldn't have done the same." Mr Taishou replied wryly.
"Isn't Sesshomaru coming?"
"I have told him to."
"Pity." Inuyasha huffed. "It'd be much more enjoyable without him."
"Inuyasha!" Izayoi exclaimed. "Don't talk that way about your brother."
"That's nothing," he retorted. "You should hear the way he talks about me! And you, and.."
"Inuyasha." His father reprimanded him. Inuyasha subsided into sulky silence.
"I am looking forward to meeting your young lady today." Izayoi said, trying to change the subject.
Inuyasha brightened immediately, and sat up a little straighter. "You'll love her. Kikyo is so lovely, so graceful, so, so..." He trailed off, apparently lost for words. His mother laughed.
"She must be a paragon indeed."
"But why haven't we met her before?" Mr Taishou teased gently. "Normally boys bring girls home to meet their parents before getting engaged, not afterward."
His son looked a little embarrassed. "Well, it happened so quickly - and it was in Paris. I couldn't exactly fly her back here just so she could meet you first."
"I don't think you said exactly what she was doing in Paris?" Izayoi asked curiously.
"Some sort of academy class - I don't know." Inuyasha waved his hand to signal his disinterest in whatever his fiancee happened to be doing. "I think she was perfecting her French or something."
"Have you met her family?"
"No - that is, I met her mother briefly when I took her home one day. But I think she has a younger sister and brother." Inuyasha twirled the drink in his hand. His mother laid down her magazine and rose gracefully from the couch. Her son and husband looked up and her inquiringly.
"I have an appointment with my hair dresser." She responded to the unasked question. "I have to look my best for your fiancee, darling."
"You need three hours?" Inuyasha asked her incredulously.
"Never underestimate the time a woman needs to prepare herself for these sort of things." His father told him, a teasing grin flickering at the edge of his solemn tone. Izayoi just gave him a long suffering look and swept out of the room.
9am, Higurashi Residence:
"Mum!"
A young teenaged boy dressed in Spiderman pyjamas with a woolen dressing gown wrapped around him thundered down the wooden stairs and into the kitchen where his mother was making breakfast.
"Mum, have you seen my t-shirt?"
Mrs Higurashi looked up from the pancake batter she was mixing. "Which t-shirt, Souta?"
"The orange one, of course." He said impatiently.
"I think it's in the wash, dear."
"But Mum..." Souta whined. "I wanted to wear that today."
"Nonsense, dear." His mother told him firmly. "You'll wear your good shirt, the dark blue one. You have to look nice for your sister."
"Do I have to go?"
"For the last time, Souta.." Mrs Higurashi said in exasperation.
"Will Kagome be there?" He asked, interrupting her.
"Yes, Kagome will be there. Now hurry up and get dressed so you can have some pancakes."
"Ok!" He yelled, already half way up the stairs again.
His mother shook her head and returned to her cooking, pouring batter into a heated frying pan. A few minutes later her eldest daughter Kikyo wandered in, also in her dressing gown, her normally immaculate black hair tousled from sleep. Her brown eyes were hazy with sleep.
"Mum?" She asked groggily. "Was that Souta?"
"It was indeed." Her mother replied, amusement colouring her tone. "Did he wake you up? Poor thing, you haven't recovered from your trip yet."
"Yeah." Kikyo agreed. "Are you making pancakes?"
"I am." Mrs Higurashi tossed a finished pancake onto a plate and poured new batter into the frying pan. "Why don't you go and have a shower, dear? You'll feel much better and breakfast will be ready by the time you finish. Don't forget, it's the big day today."
Kikyo's eyes lit up at the mention of it. "You're going to love Inuyasha, Mum. He's so sweet."
"I have met him." Her mother reminded her. "He seemed like a very nice young man."
"Yeah, but that was just 'hello' and 'goodbye'. You haven't had a chance to get to know him."
"And I'm sure I will have every chance this afternoon."
"Yes." Kikyo turned around to leave, then hesitated. "Do you think his family will like me?"
Her mother smiled comfortingly. "I don't see how they couldn't. You're such a lovely girl, and with the polish that school gave you - I must say it was the best choice we could have made for you. They certainly do keep their promise when they say they give you every opportunity to attract rich husbands! Why, the Taishous are one of the richest families in England!"
"I know, and Inuyasha is so handsome!" Kikyo cooed excitedly.
"Wasn't he voted the country's handsomest man in Vogue and Look magazine?" Mrs Higurashi asked.
Kikyo's good mood dimmed slightly. "No, I think that was his brother. But Inuyasha has been in plenty of magazines." She added.
"I'm sure he has." She removed another pancake. "I don't suppose Kagome could be persuaded to give Miss Yura's a chance?"
Kikyo laughed. "I think a husband is the last thing Kagome is interested in at the moment."
Her mother sighed. "I guess you're right."
A thundering on the stairs above them indicated that Souta was dressed and coming downstairs for breakfast. Kikyo headed to the bathroom for a shower.
Outside, their grandfather finished his morning routine watering the garden and opened the door to the house, catching the smell of freshly cooked pancakes as he entered. It was fortunate that Mrs Higurashi knew her family's appetite, and had made plenty of batter.
10am, MI5 headquarters:
A phone was slammed into its receiver, causing the young man working at the secretary's desk to jump in fright. He peered nervously into the nearby office, wondering what had angered his young employer this time, and hoping that he was not about to feel the brunt of the man's wrath. Not that his employer wasn't brilliant in every respect - it was just that he had a very short temper when dealing with members of his own family.
"Mr Taishou?" He asked tentatively, waiting for the storm to break.
"Jaken!" Came the imperative command. The young man sat up straighter and smoothed his tie nervously. Firm footsteps sounded, and then the young head of MI5 appeared in the doorway of his office. With his long silver hair and golden eyes, he was very handsome; however just now his brow was clouded in fury and and his eyes were snapping daggers at anyone foolish enough to look twice at him.
"Ye.. yes sir?" Jaken asked timidly.
"I will be leaving here at 12:50. My father insists that I must meet my soon-to-be-new relations for a 1pm lunch." He spat, disgust written on his face. "Apparently my father also considers planning this in the middle of a working day to be a good idea."
"Yes sir." Jaken scribbled this down hurriedly. "What time will you be returning, sir?"
"The lunch is from 1pm to 3pm, at my father's manor. I can assure you I will not be staying one minute longer. You will have to cancel any meetings I have during that time."
"Yes sir." The secretary finished taking notes and turned to check his employer's diary. "Ah, sir - it does take longer than ten minutes to get from here to your father's manor -"
Sesshomaru Taishou fixed him with a death glare. "Your point?"
Jaken shivered. "No point, sir..."