Not So Holy Matrimony

How in this crazy, ironic world did I end up like this?

That's all she could think as she sat on the steps of the aged cathedral, leaning forward on her knees and holding up her head with her hand for support.

She never expected in all of her glamorous life that she would be in the situation she was in or feeling the emotions she felt.

She fingered the silky white lace that lay upon her lap and gazed up into the cloudy sky.

How did I not see any of this coming? With my great looks and all the money I could ever want… how couldn't I have predicted…

With a sign, she leaned back, only a little, to pull the veil off her head and lay it next to her, not caring in the least about the vile sludge she had placed it in. She ran her slender fingers through the loose curls that once covered her head and pulled one of her caramel high-lighted locks to the front of her face to examine it.

So… does this mean he's my father now? How disgusting is that?

She grimaced and slouched again, cradling her chin and cherubim cheeks in both hands.

All my planning, all my work, and the food tasting and table settings… the hair appointments and dresses… wasted. Well, not completely wasted. I guess they could still have the reception. I wonder if she'll ask me to speak for them. I refuse to celebrate my mother getting married to HIM.

She leaned back again to pull up the halter top to her elegant white dress. Then, she reached down to pull of the Cinderella heels that adorned her feet.

Who knew? Who knew I'd be sitting outside of this church while my mother, purple dress and all, marries the man whose last name was supposed to be mine?

She giggled and smiled up into the clouds again.

And who knew I'd be so… overjoyed about it?!

"Kagome?" a velvety, baritone voice called behind her. She felt his footsteps approach her and didn't move to get up.

"Hey, baby." She said grinning as she watched him sit down.

"So… you okay? I mean, this is-"

"I'm fine, Inuyasha. A little freaked out, but fine… I hope she enjoys my wedding!" She laughed.

He let out a chuckle and scooted closer to her.

A comfortable silence overtook them as they basked in the breezing air of their favorite weather: just after a storm.

"You know…" the young man began, breaking the peace. "That could be us one day. That is… if you still want to. You have every reason in the world to hate me. But, I'm not going to give up on you that easily."

Kagome turned to him, a gentle smile on her face, "You know I don't hate you. You're part of the reason I'm not with that man in there and my mother is. If he hadn't caught us together that day… well, there is a good chance he'd still be head over heels for my mom. Goodness… that's still freaks me out to say…"

Inuyasha let out a good natured laugh and she joined in, both of the still a little shocked by their current circumstances.

After they had their fill, the hazel-eyed gentleman gestured towards the steeple doors, "Well, we should probably get in there. People are beginning to wonder if you were putting on a show when you said you were happy for them. We can discuss our future another time."

He helped her to her feet and held her hand as she put her shoes back on. He kept hold of her hand as he led her to the door. He didn't let go when she stopped abruptly and turned to him.

"Thank you," she said meekly, a tone she only held in the privacy of his presence and his alone. She appeared to be studying her French manicured toes.

He raised an eyebrow in her direction. "And, what could I have possibly done to receive such a pleasure as your thanks?"

Kagome's face shot up, smiling. Recognizing his mocking Sesshomaru voice anywhere, she lightly punched his arm out of reflex for making fun of her new step-father.

"Thank you…" she began again, patiently. She held up their still linked hands and kissed his knuckles. "Thank you for always holding my hand."

Inuyasha's eyes softened as he thought back to their childhood. He smiled and kissed her cheek lovingly. He pulled back a little, but only to get closer to her rosy lips to cover them with his own. She clutched his jacket to pull him closer, but was disappointed when he ended the kiss shortly after.

"Thanks for letting me, kid," he replied, grinning.

Kagome twisted her face into a fake scowl and yanked her hand from his possession.

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?"She said crossing her arms in front of her. "How would you feel if I called you puppy boy for the next 500 years?"

"Privileged to have you speaking to me for so long," he replied, honesty in his eyes but that wide grin still on his face.

I smile broke threw Kagome's scowl and her relented. "Whatever…"

"Come on, prima donna." He grabbed her hand again. "Your audience awaits."

Yeah, I know I said no more stories. But the idea was in my mind and I thought… what the hay? Who's to say a critic can't spit out a few one-shots here and there?

Tell me what you think…

Mew…