Possessed

I don't own Inuyasha

There was no doubt in his mind that he would be marrying the sweetest, most perfect woman in the world. But when that ring went on her finger and she started planning the wedding, he realized he had created a monster.

A/N: This is a random thought inspired by a friend's woes in the wedding planning process combined with a few inspiring shows that I love. The initial thought on this is was a one shot. That being said, I don't know if I'll add to this but I'm leaving it open if I decide to do so. It's short but please Enjoy :-)

Trapped in the Closet

"Oh, Sesshoumaru, it's beautiful!" She'd gushed again as she admired the diamond sitting on her finger.

She'd said yes. He patted himself on the back. It was the perfect romantic setup. Rin had walked into the restaurant and collected the red roses to create a bouquet from each of the waiters and waitresses who directed her on her way. He'd taken her hand without a word and seated her at their private table on the rooftop overlooking the city. A sunset dinner was served and just before the stars came out to play, he'd gotten down on bended knee, took her hand, gave the most romantic speech known to man, and popped the question. The moment she'd said yes, the first star was shining bright and the fireworks went off. They'd danced as the music had seemingly started from nowhere. She'd never suspected a thing. She was a quiet, beautiful soul. A perfect match.

…

The minute he'd walked through the door he knew he'd forgotten something.

"Sesshoumaru is that you? Did you pick up the samples…?"

'The samples!' His eyes grew wide as his heart made the ultimate effort to continue beating. He'd forgotten to pick up the sample invitations for her to look at. There was no doubt the print shop was closed. It was past six.

He could hear her calling from one of the back rooms. She was in the midst of a new Taibo workout and had stopped. She would be pumped for destruction! He looked around frantic. Maybe if she couldn't find him, she'd think he hadn't come in.

"Sesshoumaru!"

He was running out of time. She'd already gone off on him about his lack of interest in helping her set up a gift registry and then he'd tried to set a budget and she'd treed him faster than a mama grizzly bear. He could hear her foot steps coming down the hall.

'Think man! The closet!' He'd turned the knob slowly, anger building as the creak threatened to give him away. He should've fixed it when she told him to.

"Sesshoumaru!" He dove in with the stealth of a black ops soldier. Creeping back into the darkness he prepared himself. If he had to go, it was a good day to die.

Her shadow passed by the bottom of the door. He took in a breath, slow, calm, quiet. He could tell she was picking up the scent of a wounded man. The shadow passed back by and he relaxed. He tensed again, the knob suddenly turning and he looked up in prayer, only to see the evil known as lace runners she'd picked out last week. He didn't even know their purpose. They were going to end up being a waste of money like all the other crap she had stored in this closet.

"Sesshoumaru what…?!"

"Rin, these lace runners you picked out are such a beautiful addition."

"Aw, you really think so?" Her eyes were melting into pools of chocolate.

"You have impeccable taste love." He kissed her cheek as he stepped out of the closet coolly.

"What were you doing in the closet?"

"I just had to start envisioning it, you know…how everything would fit together on the big day. I just…can't wait."

"Aww, I love you so much." She wrapped her arms around him. Now this was the woman he was marrying. He didn't know where the other one had come from but he hoped she wouldn't resurface.

"I can't wait to see the samples. Oh, I just loved the one with the little fuchsia bow at the top don't you?" She sighed

"That's the one. We don't even need to look at the samples." He didn't have a clue about what the invitation looked like but as long as he agreed, he'd stay out of hot water.

"No, I want to see them all. We can't be biased."

"We won't hurt their feelings."

"Oh, but we will. All of them have such nice details."

"They're just samples Rin."

She pulled out of his arms as the smile turned down. He could have sworn he saw horns beginning to grow out this woman's head as shadows began to creep under her eyes. Her nose was starting to flare like a bull about to charge and her petite arms crossed her body showing the definition of daintily tensed muscle.

"Where are the samples Sesshoumaru?" Her voice was deep and rigid matching her body.

He took a step back, afraid for his life. Sesshoumaru swallowed in an effort to find an out.

"You forgot them, didn't you?"

"No."

Her lips began to curl and he had to think of something.

"I…went to the shop and…I pulled into the parking lot and there was smoke…a lot of smoke and fire. I ran in…and it felt a lot like it does right now…and…I wish I had have stayed there."

The woman simply turned and walked away.

He lay on the couch that night, waiting, wondering when this would all be over. When he would get back the quiet, docile, good-natured woman he'd proposed to. What exactly about planning this wedding had caused this woman to lose her mind. Maybe it would come to him in a dream because this was a nightmare.

A/N: Sessh and Rin are OOC but I couldn't help it this time :-)

Let me know if you have any ideas. Thanks!