Um, Annul This?

Full Summary: Two strangers meet, resulting in the occurrence of the two waking up the next morning married. It was a mistake, something that could be easily fixed right? If only they didn't get hitched in the middle of nowhere, with no hope of getting an annulment anytime soon. ….as if that was all that's stopping them -_-.

A/N: Hey everyone! Here we are, with a brand-new story for you guys! We're just as excited for this one as we were for the last. Anyway, hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: We do not own InuYasha or any accompanying characters from the manga/anime. All of which were created by Rumiko Takahashi.

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Prologue

How did I get myself into this mess?

Kagome sighed from her seat at the bar, her form leaning against forearms that rested upon a counter. Her whole state of mind was at a disarray, and she could not believe that she, within two days of arriving in a new country in hopes of mending a broken heart, had become one of the girls she would often characterize as promiscuous, without shame, or class.

The twenty-six-year-old turned her head slightly upward, and glanced at the glass cabinet before her, which reflected her mirrored image.

It seemed that her inner workings were not the only mess, seeing that her outer appearance seemed to follow suit. Kagome frowned as she took note of the bags under her eyes, disarrayed hair, and rumpled clothes.

It's no wonder why he didn't want me.

She placed her head, once again upon her arms, listening to heavy footsteps draw near—the bartender made his way towards her from the far end of his station, "Do you plan on gettin' any sleep?"

Kagome lifted her head to give the man before her a leveled stare, his accent heavy. Apparently, here in the nook and cranny of Eastern Europe, they found it rude for one to make themselves comfortable at the bar, when a drink had not been ordered within the last hour. "Honestly, can't you see I'm trying to?"

The man only scoffed, "Not on dis counter you won't."

Kagome abruptly dug into her pockets and just as quickly placed a ten-dollar American bill on said counter, beyond irritated. "Here, give me a shot."

The bartender arched a brow, keeping a pointed stare at the currency placed before him, eyes then drifting to her, "Do you reely wont one?" he questioned, rolling his dark green eyes, "I believe it is what got you in this predicament in the very first place. You—"

"Can mind your own business. I didn't pay you to be my shrink, just get me the damn drink," she abruptly stated, cutting the man off. A frown quickly formed upon the bartender's face, before he grabbed the bill, walking away to make her the drink.

Kagome sighed in relief, yet could not shake the guilt pulling at her insides for her rudeness. The man had been pestering her beyond belief about her presence and current situation. But she found it against her character to lash out at others, just because a nerve was picked—no matter how irksome the individual.

Kagome recounted his words and figured he was right, alcohol was the cause of her current mess, but she wasn't so sure what got her into the first one. She could not help but think of what prompted her to request for a paid vacation sooner rather than later, hop on a plane to vacation in a small region in Eastern Europe (which she had never heard of) at a newly built resort. Kagome knew that the word hurt didn't begin to describe how she felt just a few days ago, upon finding out that her—their life, was not as wonderful as it seemed.

At least, not to him.

"Bye you guys," Kagome called out, as she opened her car door, simultaneously waving to a co-worker from across the parking lot of the train station. She soon found herself driving down the street on which her home resided, onwards a road that despite the many times she's traveled on its pavement, always managed to appear differently at night than during its lit days.

It was a little after 2 A.M., and she had just arrived from a business trip from D.C., for a librarian's convention. The convention composed of various new ways to file information on books through digital means, rather than the regular paper format. There was latent information stored at the library she worked, with archives from the early 1940s when the building was first built, that were in dire need of new formatting.

As efficient and informative as the convention was, it ended a day early, which to her surprise did not upset her. She could recall how excited she was, before embarking on her trip to Washington, D.C.—it being her first, and could not help but curse her luck to arrive at the nation's capital during a week of continuous rain. The unfortunate weather made it impossible to roam the streets of D.C., visit the National Mall and its monuments, or stroll through the halls of its many museums. She was only able to sit through long meetings, speeches, and workshops—while during what little free time given, peruse through the DC traveling guides to see what she was missing.

It was, to say the least, depressing.

But all the more, she was happy to escape the rain of the DMV, to the clear night sky of New Jersey, born and raised. She was not homesick, not in the least, but merely missed a constant that was usually marked in her daily life, all while sporting a fanged grin.

Her boyfriend, Kouga.

Kagome smiled as she parked her car in the parking lot of their condominium establishment, which was not too far from the train station. Closing the door subsequent to exiting and grabbing her purse, she walked towards the rear of her car. Kagome paused, just before opening her trunk to gather her luggage, but thought against it, figuring it was almost two o'clock in the morning, and she could always have Kouga get it for her later. Kagome walked up towards the building and scanned her key to enter, and promptly took the stairs to the third floor.

As she neared the door to her home, she frowned upon hearing the faint noises of the television, and merely rolled her eyes, turning the door knob after unlocking it with her keys. With the door closed behind her, she placed her bag upon the kitchen table. She had often, on many occasions, asked Kouga not to leave the television on, especially when he knew he was on the verge of falling asleep.

She could not help the sigh that escaped her lips as she exited the kitchen and walked through the small living room towards their bedroom, ready to get into bed after what felt like a strenuous train ride. Her back felt sore, as did her shoulders, and she had every intention of having Kouga massage them for her. Even after five years of dating, she had yet to grow tired of his hands as they worked the knots and kinks of her muscles when needed.

Kagome passed the bathroom in the small hallway leading to their bedroom, and readied herself to turn off the lights, when she paused. She instinctively strained her ears to hear an almost inaudible noise make its way towards her, sounds she originally believed were resonating from the television. She turned towards the direction of the sound, now almost certain what she was hearing was coming from a different source. Her gaze wondered over to the door of her bedroom that was slightly ajar, emitting a dimmed light through its opening into the dark hallway she now stood. As the noise increased in volume, so did her heartbeat, following suit in a rhythm that left no room for distraction. She steadily walked towards the light, each step doubling her dread. As she neared the door, her hand reached for the door knob, silently pushing forward. It was no sooner did her eyes widen, her orbs confirming what her ears conveyed less than twenty-seconds ago.

Her boyfriend of five years in bed…with another woman.

For she had heard this before seeing it; moans that did not sound like Kouga's traveled past the doorway to her reluctant ears.

Her body stilled, watching as her boyfriend's toned form moved against another female, who voiced her appreciation, his erratic yet swift movements against her merely spurred her moans.

Consequently, Kagome's heart stilled, tightening at her chest as she leaned against the door frame for support. She did not want to believe the sight before her. She watched as the woman took what was supposed to be hers into themselves with pleasure, certainly enjoying the comfort of her pillow as they laid, legs spread in the air with her boyfriend on top of their form.

She placed her hand over her mouth, as if to stifle a sob that never came, but only met the caress of hot air. An anger washed over her, stifling any sadness she once felt.

Was this what she had been saving herself for?

"You bastard!"

She watched as her boyfriend stilled before removing himself from the girl under him, turning to stare at her with wide eyes, his form exuding an uneasiness she had never seen the likes of, his breathing seemingly increasing.

Nevertheless, she knew there was no lapse where his surprise was concerned, considering he was not expecting her until tomorrow. "Ka…Kagome I can explain, I—"

"I can't believe you would do this to me!" Kagome found herself no longer leaning against the door frame, her hands forming fist at her sides. "You—I can't…" she paused as she watched him grab one of the blankets on their bed and wrap it around his form. "And in my bed!"

"Kagome, calm down, I—"

"Calm down? Calm down!" she yelled, her boyfriend wincing, "I am calm you fucking bastard, if I wasn't you wouldn't still be fucking standing with that penis you're trying to so desperately cover with our sheets!" Her eyes wondered over to the now silent accomplice who had the covers over her head, the dimmed light aiding her in her efforts to hide. Kagome reached over, and flicked the lights on, watching as the bright light helped reveal red hair which she automatically recognized.

The said girl was in college, and worked as a waitress at the nearby restaurant they loved to go to. She was seemingly nice, all smiles, and always sported a blush whenever she would take Kouga's order. Kagome recalled always teasing Kouga of the girl's presumed crush on him, but the twenty-nine-year-old would merely laugh and state she probably didn't like him, joining her in laughter, as he'd question what he'd do with such a young thing.

For she was only nineteen, but apparently age was but a number.

She watched as the girl steadily lowered the sheets, confirming Kagome's thoughts.

Ayame.

Kagome shook her head, holding at bay any feelings of sadness and betrayal, and instead sported a cynical glare, "For someone who claimed he wouldn't know what to do with such a young thing, you certainly found it," gesturing over to the girl's naked form.

"Kagome," Kouga frowned, "I…I never meant for you to find out like this."

Kagome turned her sights on him, "Oh really? Then how did you foresee this happening, over a cup of damn green tea!" She turned her gaze over to Ayame, as the girl let loose a set of tears, an apologetic look upon her face. Kagome soon frowned, her anger building as she watched Ayame, following the look of concern Kouga placed upon the red head from the corner of his eyes.

She'd be damned if she let the girl spill tears that were hers to shed, and be the reason of worry for a man whose concern was only to be garnered for her, "Shut the hell up! Don't think those tears are fooling anyone."

"Ka-Ka-Kagome, I'm sorry, I-I-I, didn't mean to, I'm—" she said through sobs, her hand wiping away at tears that would not cease to spill.

Kagome's frown deepened, as she placed unbelieving eyes towards the girl, "No you aren't. If you were capable of feeling such and had an ounce of guilt, you would have never slept with him, let alone in my house, in my bed, while I was gone!"

She observed as the girl's sobs increased, and turned to see anger placed upon Kouga's face, "Don't you dare Kagome, this is between me and you!"

"Me and you?" Kagome questioned, her anger taking on a new form, "No, it would have been just between you and I if she were some random girl, but due to the fact that I know her, and she knew that we were in a relationship but still let you have your way with her, leads me to believe she knew exactly what she was getting into. So, I'll be damned if I let you think it's just between you and I!"

"Kagome," Kouga started, letting out a steady breath as he neared her, "Did you honestly think we were happy?"

Kagome gave him an incredulous look, "Yes Kouga, I honestly did! But…" she paused as she observed his continued trek towards her, "But apparently not!"

"I wasn't happy Kagome."

"And we couldn't talk about it?" Kagome's hand rose to her collarbone, a lone finger stroking the angle of her jaw, her pulse quickening under her fingertip, "People just don't sleep with other people when they're not happy, Kouga! If two people care enough, it can be handled through words of understanding; we could have talked about it."

Kouga shook his head, as if not believing the words coming from her mouth, "You just don't get it!" he began, again attempting to secure the sheet around his hips, his eyes still holding her own, "You just don't."

"Please then, elaborate, because I don't understand. What about our plans? Our future? Did you not care about my fe—"

"How long did you think I was going to go without having sex, Kagome?!"

Kagome froze mid-sentence, as she stared at him in astonishment, her eyebrows lowering, a forlorn expression making its way to her face, "You told me you could wait until I was ready...that if waiting was important to me, then you'd wait for me as long as you had to. You—"

"I couldn't Kagome!" He yelled, cutting her off, "I'm a man with fucking needs, did you honestly think I could wait any longer? What about me? Did you ever consider I needed that part of the relationship?"

Kagome's eyes hardened, "You? I did everything but actual intercourse with you, which went against what I believed, for you, and you have the nerve to pull that shit on me?! I asked you repeatedly, to make sure you were alright with waiting, going as far as suggesting we take a break if you felt like this was too much.

I always asked you to be honest with me about your feelings, for some transparency, so that we were always on the same page. What kind of girlfriend does that? One that cares about your supposed needs. " Kagome then gave a dry laugh, one that left Kouga slightly stunned, "You know, and here I thought you inadvertently stopped loving me, and had fallen for her, which I could understand, I of all people know that you sometimes can't help who you fall for." her barren laugh steadily decreased in sound, "But here I am finding out you only did this because you had needs?"

She watched as a scowl appeared on his handsome face.

Kagome shook her head, her teeth catching her bottom lip momentarily before releasing it. A cheerless look appeared upon her face, as her eyes softened, "Kouga, I loved you...did that mean anything?"

Her eyes stayed upon him, waiting for a change in his expression, but as his eyes bore into hers, it gave her all the answer she needed. Kagome swiftly turned, leaving out the open door and into the hallway. She grabbed her bag from the kitchen table and reached for the door, opening it with little effort. She was about to step out, but found herself caught by the arm.

"Kagome wait, I care about you, please, don't be like this," he pleaded. Kagome stared at him, looking into the eyes of the man that claimed he'd do anything for her, loved her unconditionally, and was adamant about waiting for her till marriage .

Kagome gave him a small smile, one that held no emotion but perhaps a bit of sadness, "I'll be back tomorrow to get my things, which should sound familiar since it was, after all, when you were expecting me back." She observed as his mouth opened slightly, then just as gently as he grabbed her, he let her go, and none too soon stared after her. Steady legs made their way down the hall, disappearing down the stairwell.

Kagome walked down the first few set of steps then paused, listening and waiting, her hand firmly gripping the banister. It was not until she heard her apartment door close did she let out a shaky breath and slid down to the floor, releasing the dam of tears she had long since been suppressing.

Kagome bit her bottom lip, thinking about what had taken place almost a week ago. After leaving her condo, she drove over to her mother's place, and was thankful to find the occupants as silent as the house. She felt it was better to deal with the questions she knew were to come later in the morning and all to soon found herself in her old bedroom. The following day she, with the help of some friends, went back to the condo to retrieve all of her things. They packed her clothes and placed all of the furniture (most of which were hers) in storage, leaving only their bed and his old leather couch.

She was thankful to find Kouga not present during the entire move.

Once she gathered all her belongings, she remembered looking around her old home one last time, and sadly took note of the woman's jacket that lay across Kouga's lone couch, that most certainly did not belong to her.

Kagome lifted her head from her forearms. Thinking about how, as sad as she had been, Kouga was not the reason for her present distress. After a mere two days of being at the resort, she was able to turn her life into a more rusty and inconceivable shamble than it originally was. She recalled almost an hour ago, being told by her companion to wait in the lobby, while he took care of some business, but she decided it best she let it be known early, she was not a submissive female, not in the least.

"What the fuck! Didn't I tell your ass to wait for me in the lobby?!"

Kagome lifted herself from the counter, to see said individual make his way towards her from several yards away, his silver hair shifting behind him, wearing a white button down shirt and black slacks, he looked every bit the business man he undoubtedly was and every bit as handsome. The shades he wore added a nice touch, and covered eyes that more than likely mirrored her own and harbored dark circles she wished were formed solely through lack of sleep.

Kagome turned towards the counter to see the drink the bartender without fail, placed before her some time ago. She spared the man coming towards her a glance, as she watched his black brows furrow. She steadily turned expressionless eyes to her shot glass.

"It seems as eef yer husband is calling," the bartender spared, wiping a glass down with a towel, a nonchalant look upon his face.

It was none too soon after hearing his words, did Kagome down her drink.

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