Marry You
by
paizley
disclaimer: all that you recognize, i do not own.
because meeting the parents just makes things official.
Sesshomaru growled as he sat in the backseat of the Landrover, crossing his arms stubbornly over his small frame. He glared at his younger brother who had just opened his bag of crisps, the pickled scent overpowering the clean woody smell of the vehicle.
Inuyasha popped a chip into his mouth unabashed, shrugging as he held the bag out to Sesshomaru, "Want some?"
"No," he replied, his tone clipped with ice. Idiot.
"So," Izayoi turned around in the passenger seat, her face bright, "How was your first day of school boys?" She asked, clapping her hands together.
"Enh," Inuyasha shrugged, "'Roku and I kicked the third-grade's butt at soccer."
"Yash," she gave him a stern expression, "Language."
"Keh," Inuyasha flopped his head against the headrest, "Whatever. We won, k?"
"How about you Sesshomaru?" She asked sweetly to the moody eight-year old, "Meet anyone new?" She looked to her husband who playfully shook his head, "Any girls per-chance?"
Sesshomaru's gaze lifted to meet his step-mother's and shook his head, "No."
"No?" Inuyasha snorted, bits of chewed up chip spewing out of his mouth as he spoke, "How about that girl who was following you around like a lost puppy?"
Sesshomaru snarled at his brother, "She's... leave her out of this!"
"Why?" Inuyasha taunted him, "You in love with her or something?"
"No!" He struggled to calm himself down, "She's an annoying, stupid girl. This Sesshomaru hates her."
"Oh my," Izayoi held a hand to her heart, "What's her name sweetie?"
Sesshomaru sighed, spitting it out in disgust, "Rin."
"Rin," Izayoi smiled, her name means companion. She laid her hand on her husband's arm, how lovely! "Well it seems like she's got a crush on you."
Sesshomaru huffed, finding her proclamation utterly absurd, "She wants to marry me."
"She must be stupid then," Inuyasha concluded, picking his nose with his pinkie finger, "Only a stupid-head would want to marry you."
Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, "Please Inuyasha, try to be more sophisticated."
"Yash, don't pick your nose dear." Izayoi handed him a tissue from her purse, "Well Sesshomaru, I'm delighted you've finally made a friend."
Sesshomaru frowned, "She's not my friend," he muttered, looking out of the tinted windows. Rin. Even her name was stupid. Just like those stupid bows she wore in her hair. And those stupid big baby eyes. Stupid Rin.
The next morning Rin waited by the front doors of Shikon West elementary, having dragged her brother and father out of their apartment by seven in the morning to ensure that they would be here first. Miroku yawned as he laid against the stone walls of the building, waiting for his own friends to arrive. He glanced up at his sister and shook his head, "Rin, did we really have to be here so early? No one's here yet."
"Of course!" Rin bounced up on her heels eagerly, "Rin has to say good morning to her husband, silly."
"Oh," Miroku shrugged, looking at the long driveway. "Well I think that's their car."
Rin's eyes widened as a sleek black car pulled up to the school. A tall man exited the driver's side, his long silver hair tied back. He wore an expensive suit, his tie a deep purple, and his shoes black leather. Rin gasped as she caught sight of his face as he bent down slightly to open the doors to the back. "Wh-who's that?" Rin asked, her breath taken away. He was so handsome... plus he looked so much like Sesshomaru! Maybe that was what Sesshomaru would look like when he was older...
"I think that's their dad," Miroku took his sister's hand and dragged her over to meet the Takahashi family. "Hey Yash, Mr. Takahashi" Miroku greeted them as the young boy exited the vehicle, "You up for some soccer?"
"Keh, hell yeah," Inuyasha hiked his backpack on his shoulder, "We're going to kick some ass."
"Eloquent," Sesshomaru muttered sarcastically as he got out of the car, stunned to find himself face to face with that five-year old horror. Not again.
"Sesshy-maru!" Rin ran to hug him, her face burying itself into his maroon sweater. How she loved his smell. Laundry and shampoo. "Did Sesshy-chan miss Rin? Cause Rin missed Sesshy-maru."
Sesshomaru sighed as he struggled to push her off of him, "Release me Rin," he ordered, willing himself to not shove her. I will not hurt a girl. I will not hurt a girl. I will NOT hurt a girl.
"Otay," Rin reluctantly pulled back and smiled, "Rin's glad to see you again!"
"Sesshomaru," the tall man spoke, his voice rich and smooth, "I don't think I've met your little friend before."
"Oh," Rin grinned at the man, "Hello! Rin is Rin. Rin is sorry for being im-po-lite and not introduce-sa-sing herself. Rin is going to be Sesshy-maru's wife one day. I thinks when Rin's 12 we'll get married, ne Sesshy-maru?"
"Ah," the tall man's eyes sparkled with cheer, highly amused by this little girl, "The infamous Rin. A pleasure," he held out his hand, to which Rin shyly took and shook. "Tell me Rin, has my boy been treating you well?"
Rin glanced up at Sesshomaru who was pinching the arch of his nose, "Well... Sesshy-maru could be nicer to Rin, but that's ok! Rin will make sure that Sesshy-maru is good to her!"
"My, my, a woman who knows what she wants. I'm surprised you have such a fine taste in women Sesshomaru," he teased his son, who he knew was wishing he could walk off a cliff. "Well I have to go to work, do play nice won't you boys?" His sons nodded obediently. "Good. It was nice to meet you Rin." He hid a smile, "I look forward to the wedding."
Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, gritting through his teeth, "Father." He sighed as Rin took his hand and led him to the playground, her small feet skipping on the concrete.
"Rin thinks your daddy's really nice Sesshy-maru. Rin thinks that he's really handsome too, don't you think?"
Sesshomaru shot her a look, "No." Why did she think her father was handsome? Absurd. He growled, not that he was jealous or anything. He looked at her disdainfully, stupid girl.
Rin giggled, "Otay. Today, Sesshy-maru, Rin wants to play house. Sesshy-maru will be the daddy and Rin will be the mommy and then we can makes Miroku-kun be the baby! That will be fun, right? And then we can plays on the jungle jim again and then the teeter totter and then..."
Sesshomaru groaned as he looked up the sky, Kami, what did he do to deserve this punishment?
After school Rin waited with Miroku and the Takahashi boys for their parents to pick them up. Rin still stubbornly held onto Sesshomaru's hand and Sesshomaru had long given up trying to get her to stop.
"Daddy!" Rin bounced up on her tiptoes as she spotted her father walking towards the school. He wore a simple blue sweater and grey jeans, his glasses perched on top of his head. She released her hold on Sesshomaru and ran to her dad, who picked her up and twirled her around. She laughed, utterly delighted, kissing her father's cheek as he set her down on the sidewalk. "Daddy," she grabbed his hand and led her to Sesshomaru, "This is Sesshy-maru!"
"Sesshomaru, actually," he replied dryly, eyeing the man up and down.
"Oh," Rin's dad suddenly became very protective of his little girl, tucking her behind his body, "You're Sesshomaru eh?" Kami, he thought he would have at least a solid decade until he would have to deal with boys who wanted to touch his baby with their grubby little hands.
"Yes! Rin's going to marry him and be his wifes!" Rin grinned, latching onto her father's side, "Will daddy miss Rin when she marries Sesshy-maru?"
"I..." He looked down to his daughter and groaned, damn puppy dog eyes, Rin's father knelt onto the sidewalk, "Course I will." His eyes softened, "You're my little jelly bean." My little baby girl. "You're growing up already, aren't you? I'm already meeting your fiancé and everything, aren't I? What's next, cake testing?"
Rin laughed, shaking her head, "Silly daddy, daddy should know I want a chocolate wedding cake!"
"Of course, silly me." He sighed, feeling nostalgic as he kissed her forehead, "Don't forget about ol' pops when you get married, ok?"
"Kay," Rin giggled as he tapped her nose, "Rin won't forget you daddy. Rin loves daddy!" She hugged him tight, "Rin wants daddy and Sesshy-maru to be friends, ok? Just like in the movies, right?"
"Right," Rin's father sighed as he stood up, rubbing his neck as he extended his hand, "Sesshy-maru, it's nice to meet you."
"Sesshomaru," he muttered darkly, Kami, he hated that stupid nickname. Reluctantly he took the man's hand and shook it. He ignored the look on Inuyasha's face and the movement he was making with his hand that looked like a whip being cracked.
"Right. Sesshomaru. So..." he stood awkwardly, searching for conversation ideas. Kami, what do you talk about to an eight-year old kid that wanted to marry your daughter? "Uh, you're going to marry my daughter?"
"I..." Sesshomaru glanced at Rin who was clapping her hands eagerly at their exchange. For some goddamn reason he couldn't say no, "I guess."
"Well... ok." Rin's father gave him a stern look, "But if Rin ever comes home crying because of you, I swear to Kami that I will take my gun and shoot you in the foot, then your other foot, and then your heart, you got it?"
Sesshomaru blinked, terrified, "Y-yes sir," he stuttered, rooted to the ground. Kami, is it even legal to utter death threats to eight-year olds?
"Glad we're on the same page," he smirked, fluffing the stunned boy's impeccably placed hair before picking Rin up and set her on his hip. "Come on 'Roku, let's head home." He held his son's hand and led them to their apartment, "Unless you have some future wife to introduce me to." He snickered at his own joke, glancing at Rin who was waving furiously at her little boyfriend.
"Well I did ask one girl to marry me today, but she just yelled at me and ran away," Miroku shrugged, "I don't know how you did it Rin."
"Simple!" Rin laid her head on her father's shoulder, "Rin's much cuter than onii-san."
Miroku made a face, "What! Come on! I'm so good looking! I could have any girl on this planet! In this galaxy! I could get an alien to marry me!"
Rin and her father laughed, "Then why does Rin-chan have a boyfriend and Miroku only has girls running away from him?"
"Err," Miroku frowned, his ego deflating, "Well... whatever." His face was sullen, scuffing his heels, "I don't need a stupid girlfriend anyways."
1, 2, 3... awwwww, poor Miroku :P
