A/N: I originally read a part of this story over at Freedom of Speech, but since the site and the author are both MIA, I decided to write it myself, with some twists. If anyone can direct me to the original author of Surrendering, I would be eternally grateful. I credit the original plot to the writer, and the characters to whoever they belong.

Surrendering
Prologue

"Seriously Kurama, you didn't have to do this," Keiko insisted, her cheeks still burning as Kurama drove down the highway. It was nearly three in the morning, and after

foolishly playing a drinking game with the guys, Keiko had ended up drunk without a ride while her supposed fiancee was passed out on a floor or a toilet somewhere. Seeing as she had work the next day and Kurama was the only one rich enough to have his own car, the gentleman had offered to drive her home.

"I was going to pass by the area anyway," Kurama answered, "my mother gets quite upset when I'm not around by breakfast."

"Lucky for me you're such a Mama's boy," Keiko giggled as they continued down the street. There were very few cars in the area, so Kurama could afford to speed up a little.

Although he hadn't lived at home for at least three years now, his mother insisted he come over for breakfast, or lunch or dinner almost every day. Seeing as he worked for his stepfather's company, it was never that big a deal.

"One more stoplight and we'll be on your street," Kurama pointed out, the car puling to a stop as the red light signaled them to a pause at the intersection. Keiko sighed and leaned back on her chair.

"Good," she said. "'Cause I gotta get to work. Weddings don't pay for themselves, you know."

"I thought you and Yusuke decided to just have a small ceremony at a church," Kurama asked, looking at his near-incoherent passenger. Keiko made a very undignified noise and waved a hand.

"Puh-leaze," she said. "I only say that because I want him to start getting ready for our life together. I fully expect to get knocked up by our honeymoon, and given the fact he might have magic demon sperm-"

"Er-"

"Oooh, green light, go!" She exclaimed, slamming a hand on the dashboard as Kurama promptly stepped on the gas pedal.

He barely noticed the car careening right at them until it had already slammed against Keiko's side of the car.