A/N: This is my first Naraku/Kagome, and was spawned via a plunnie that Sugar0o stuck onto me years ago. So r0o, here's to you, and I hope you like it! The story will be published in drabble form, each chapter ranging between 100 and 300 words.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Many thanks to TheSorrowfulVampress, my lovely beta!
Undo top three buttons.
Get the bedhead look.
Swill smelly whiskey in mouth and spit it out.
Drive over to shrine with rock music disturbing every neighbor in the neighborhood.
Very well, not disturbing. Entertaining. They had all seen her do this about once a week for the past year. Not precisely this, she comforted herself, but something or the other along the lines of this anyway. There was old Kobayata-san nodding approvingly at her as she flashed past his store, now. He ought to, she griped mentally. The last grapevine regurgitation had told her in no uncertain terms that he was pegging five thousand yen on exactly five minutes.
Personally, Kagome thought he'd do better on three. Honest, upright people with a family reputation to maintain would take about that long to hightail it out of the shrine in their haste to avoid getting an unrepentant alcoholic skank for a daughter-in-law, she guessed.
Of course, Higurashi Kagome was as much a woman of questionable morals as she was a dope-eating dreadlocked monkey, pregnant with an illegitimate child, a walking swearword vending machine and other charming creatures in the same vein.
Screeching to a halt in front of the shrine steps, she checked her reflection in the rearview mirror one last time. Too straightforward, she decided, and added a sleepy, sultry look to the clear blue eyes that stared back at her. Then she sashayed up the stairs and into her childhood home, ready to slay the matrimonial demon of the day.
Fifteen minutes later, she huddled in her old room with clothes buttoned to the neck, hair approaching prime realty for homeless birds and a bottle of smelly whiskey rapidly disappearing down her throat. She was engaged. To be married. To a Furusawa-san.
A Furusawa Naraku-san.
Review, please! It acts as fodder for my muse, and makes me very happy!