Short Author's Note… I recently realized I should also write at least one "Fan Fiction" so as to occupy my time.
A brief explanation: The story will loosely be based on Pride and Prejudice. Actually, the story could be considered Pride and Prejudice. Currently, my favorite pairing is Kagome/Sesshomaru, and thus I feel their personalities and character will fit rather well into P&P. Also, another warning in advancement, I have neither watched nor read any Inuyasha for two years. But, I have read many good fan fictions portraying several different characters. So without further adieu, enjoy the following story while skipping over the ever-annoying author's note. Not to worry though, I shall not be offended.
Chapter 1:
A gloved finger gently ran across the mantle above the brightly glowing fireplace. Slowly, the gloved finger drew in front of bright blue eyes which stared critically examining the white tip for any speck of dust.
"I swear Sango, its plain unnatural." Kagome said with a small frown marring her face after realizing no matter how much she squinted her eyes or how many odd positions she tilted her head, no dust was to be found.
"Kagome, please refrain from any embarrassing activity while we're here." Sango replied, keeping a smile plastered on her face as she noticed several others noticed Kagome's sudden… urge? Yes, her sudden urge to run a finger across the mantle and check for dust.
Kagome let her hand fall to her side, and smiled at Sango, "Sorry Sango, I forgot that we're supposed to be making a grand appearance to all these pompous idiots." Smoothing a crease in her dark blue gown, Kagome smiled at Sango and commented, "I still haven't quite figured out how to breathe properly."
"Easily answered." Sango smirked, "You don't. Now, lets go mingle. Kagome, for god's sake don't drag your hem!"
Huffing, Kagome regally lifted part of her gown, "Of course, how silly of me not to drag my hem through the not-dust covered floor of the palace. I swear, there must be servants hiding in secret passages all around this room with little peep holes to spot a mess. Then, when no ones looking, they use their demon speed and clean up the mess and return to their little hole to resume said activity."
"Sounds tedious." Sango said distractedly, scanning the crowd. Unfortunately, a young gentleman happened to walk unexpectedly in front of Sango, causing her to stumble and almost fall… If it hadn't been for the man's arms being firmly wrapped around her waist and his hands resting on her bottom, Sango's face surely would have gotten quite acquainted with the floor. Of course, Sango did not quite fancy the placement of said hands, and without thinking twice promptly slapped the man that had only been trying to help.
"Ow, what was that for?" The man said with an air of innocence, lightly rubbing the large red hand print now adorning his cheek.
Fuming, Sango quickly replied, "You know very well what it was for!"
The man laughed, "I suppose you're new to court and don't know who I am?"
Sango's face turned red, "Nothing excuses touching a woman's… a woman's… for having hands lower than they should be on a proper woman."
Smirking, the man replied, "I'm Miroku, previously a monk and currently adviser to none other than Lord Sesshomaru."
Kagome, finding the opportune moment seeing that Sango was shocked beyond words, decided to share her own two-cents. "I don't care who you are, or what Lord you serve. You should next time introduce yourself as 'Miroku, nothing but a pervert.'"
"Why, I'm deeply wounded you harbor such grievous accusations against me!" Miroku replied, gripping his robes near his heart to express his anguish and pain. "The Lord I advise happens to control this land. I usually don't give advice for free, but I advise you not to be so ignorant."
Straightening himself, Miroku smiled, "Apologies, I did not mean to upset you so. Perhaps I can learn the name of such a beautiful woman?"
Finally finding her voice, Sango narrowed her eyes and replied in a clipped tone, "Sango. And this is my younger sister, Kagome."
"Ah, I see. A pleasure to meet both you and your sister, Sango. I would, of course, love to stay and chat, but I'm needed by my Lord so if you will excuse me." Miroku bowed and walked off.
Kagome crossed her arms as she watched Miroku walk away, "And my proof Sango, all a bunch of pompous idiots."
Sighing, Sango shook her head, "Kagome, lets just get through this night. Mother wishes for us to find suitable husbands."
Kagome crinkled her nose, her expression much similar to that of a person smelling rotten milk. "At least Father wishes for us to find true love and happiness."
"Father hides in his study and leaves Mother all alone in raising children. Besides all that he hasn't worked in god knows how long so we have no dowry." Sango snapped in support of their mother. "We only have our looks going for us, no status, no connections. Mother wishes for us to find security, and with security will come comfort and a high chance of happiness."
"If my true love was nothing more than a commoner living on the streets of London, I would definitely marry him in a heart beat. Yes, it would be hard, but we would both work our hardest. Love is most assuredly the strongest emotion of the human psyche, and with our love we would overcome any problem we faced… together."
Shaking her head at her younger sister's dreamy expression and shining blue eyes, Sango said, "Kagome, one of these days you will grow up and realize fairy tales don't happen in real life."
Grinning, Kagome stuck her tongue out at Sango and said before darting off into the crowd, "Then I'll never grow up!"
Shaking her head, Sango regally lifted her skirts off the ground and followed the path Kagome had cleared.