I wrote this chapter in five hours filled with ignoring homework and sleep deprivation. I will never write a chapter this fast. Don't get your hopes up.

What would she say?

Komori sighed in defeat brushing his hair from his face. Looking over his hard work, he thought how others may have been impressed but it just wasn't enough for Tashiko. She was so intellectual, solicitous, and had many other magnificent tributes that other girls just didn't have. Why would he care what they had to say?

The green kimono stuck to his sweaty skin from the hard day of work. The only thing he had done was dig, shovel, dig some more and the whole thing left him feeling frustrated.

He leaned on his shovel as he gazed over the field in front of him. There only a few daisies left, there had been more that morning before he dug them up. The rest spelled out 'Will you marry me?'; each letter nearly as big as he was.

The yellow daisy's blew in the soft wind which gave Komori some relief from the beating red sun. The grass was green enough from all the digging that he had done, only leaving a few brown spots here and there. It didn't look too bad.

Maybe Tashiko would like it.

Maybe she would say no.

Komori sat down in defeat letting the shovel fall over. He looked at his bruised up hands in frustration. What was wrong with him? Tashiko hardly talked to other boys, never looked at other girls in envy and spent her days following him around. Of course, she would say yes, she had to. If she didn't, he didn't know what he would do. He had spent the last year wooing her, working for her father's favor, memorizing her family's tradition and holding back his sarcastic comments at her siblings. So much work was done, just like what was in front of him. Tears prickled behind his eyes just thinking about it. She had to say yes.

Komori leaned back and let the breeze waved through his clothes. His muscles relaxed as they finally realized that he wasn't working them so intensely. The relief felt nice.

His face scrunched up as he tried to think about happy thoughts. Maybe if she said yes they could have their wedding during the summer festival. She always liked going. There were games, dancing and mostly stars. She loved pointing out to him the constellations and teaching him the history behind them. She was such a smart and generous woman. She would make a wonderful mother.

Komori smiled at the thought. How amazing would it be to have children with her? He could raise them, teach them and come home to a perfect wife. Only she could raise the perfect children. Nothing like his siblings.

He rolled over and pushed himself off the ground. He brushed the dirt off his clothes and stood up straight. The only way to know if she would marry him was for him to ask her. No more evasiveness. Though the idea sounded really nice.

He sighed in hopelessness. It was going to be a long day.

She couldn't stand this. Her father had been ranting about how great Komori was, it was unusual for a man to be so eager to get rid of his daughter. Wasn't he suppose to keep her in a steel tight grip with her mother prying his fingers off of her? He was so protective of her older sister, refusing every man who came looking. She frowned at this thought. No, father wouldn't favor her sister over her. Komori was just a gentleman, that's all.

Her father made some gesture that snapped her attention back to him. He didn't noticed her not paying attention because he was far too deep in his rant. She was looking over at him from the stoop of her house while he worked in the small amount of space between the dirt road and working men. In her hands she held some of the tools he needed for whatever it was he was building.

She sat a bit straighter. She ought to be a proper lady and not slouch, also it was bad for posture.

She was a carpenter's daughter. It was a wonderful status for society, though a demon-slayer's wife would be much higher. There wouldn't be as much money, but it didn't matter. What did matter was when it would happen, if it would happen. The poor girl-shy boy.

She resisted shaking her head in disapproval. Her father would think that it was aimed at him. Being disrespectful was something she was not about to do. Something Komori's brother, Shouta, needed to learn.

"-home; Don't you think? Tashiko?"

She had no clue what he just asked her. A big smile went across her face as she said, "Of course, father."

He gave her an approving smile and he went back to hammering at whatever it was that was in front of him. She really should have been listening. Even if he had given the same rant three times that week it was still rude to pretend to listen. But, she was so bored with his repetitive behavior.

"Father?" she interrupted him.

He looked at her for a moment giving her silent permission to speak.

"May I leave? I would like to find Komori."

A smile broke out on him. He really did like Komori, even if Komori really didn't like him. "Of course, just leave those tools right there and you go find him, alright?"

Tashiko smiled and gently put down the tools. Father made it sound like it was his idea for her to leave. How Mother met him she would never know.

She gently brushed off the invisible dirt from her silk Kimono. It was an expensive one that her father bought her. It was bought for the sole purpose of showing off to Komori. No point in sitting around and not doing that, it was so pretty.

She smiled at how Komori would stare at her. The thought of seeing him always made her energized and happy. A single touch would send shivers up her fingers and down her back. Maybe he would call her a complicated word for beautiful or something poetic and give her compliments, like he always did. She felt her heart tingle at the thought as she made her way down the dusty, busy road.

Finding him was a different story. As a demon slayer, he knew all the little hiding spots in the village and forest. He had shown them all to her, but getting to all of them would take too much time. She would have to settle with asking his family.

Children busied down the houses playing and yelling at each other. A few birds dashed away from humans. Things were dropped, things were picked up and the horses carried it all. Food was collected and given. Everything was just normal.

The hut where Komori lived came into view.

Tashiko turned away from the house suddenly self conscious. A bucket of water was placed near their house. She walked over and gazed into it. It reflected back an uneasy girl. She squinted at all of the flaws that she had such as the single strand that held out of place with her tied hair. The petal of the white flower that withered in her bun. The bumped in her cheeks from teenage acne. Or some of the wrinkles and unevenness in her Kimono.

'If these flaws are apart of you, how could I not love them as I have loved you?'

Komori's voice rang in her head. How could she looked upon these flaws and hate them when Komori loved them? How could she not love anything Komori loved?

"Tashiko!"

She panicked and quickly turned towards the voice. There, in her demeaning posture, was Komori's frightening older sister. Haruna.

The girls face held a scowl which could only mean that her wrath would be targeted on the nearest person. Tashiko's heart sped up hoping for any God with any mercy that it wasn't her. Tashiko adverted her eyes and shakily tugged on the sleeves of her kimono.

"Yes, Haruna?"

She only heard a chuckle. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

"Have you heard the news?"

Tashiko tensed her shoulders. She dared to look up at Haruna. She had that horrible smirk that Komori told her about. Softly, she squeaked out, "What news?"

This was bad. Komori came over for Tashiko just to hear the she went looking for him. That in itself wasn't bad, what was bad was the fact that Tashiko's sister, who unbeknownst to Tashiko absolutely hated her, dragged him inside and was talking to him.

'It's no big deal, it's no big deal, it's no big deal,' he kept chanting to himself but his shoulders remained tight and his teeth pressed together. It was just a girl talking to him, but this girl was Tashiko's sister. Whenever he talked to girls he thought something bad would happen. Something bad always did happen, so he should have been used to it. The problem was that he wanted to ask Tashiko to marry him, and he was terrified that he might say or do something to offend the girl. If she became offended then Tashiko might become offended too. What if he never got another chance?

"I honestly don't get it." She droned on about whatever it was she was talking about.

Tashiko respected her older sister, even if she wasn't really a good older sister. He understood, but, just, well...what if?

He clenched his teeth tighter and resisted saying anything.

The women was giving him an odd look. "Yeah." he replied which got her droning on again. Good thing he was known for being quiet. He almost let out a sigh of relief, almost. If he did, then she might think something was up. She was intimidating. Why was she so intimidating? With all the years of practice being around Haruna, this girl should have been a rat challenging a lion.

It was just a sitting for tea.

The women reached over to grab a bag of nuts and handed him a few while making hand gestures to emphasize whatever point she was trying to make. Shakily, he grabbed a few of the nuts. Grasping the nuts seemed nearly impossible, cracking them opened was harder.

SNAP!

Komori slightly jumped spilling his nuts over the floor. He hesitantly turned his head towards the women who was giving him an irritated look. He mumbled out a few apologies as he got on his hands and knees to clean up the mess. They only rolled away from his hand. He swallowed the lump in throat feeling discouraged. Maybe after he married Tashiko this incredulous behavior would stop.

'It was just her opening a nut.' He tried to reassure himself. It really didn't help.

After gathering them into his hands he gently put them back onto the table. He scooted over carefully hoping not to break anything. With his luck he would, even though there really wasn't anything to break.

"What a shame." She finally said making jerk his head towards her. He stared at her with a hepatic look waiting for her to continue. "A bad nut. It's a bad omen, you know." She casually said as she placed it on the table.

It was like the very being of the nut sucked him into a dark hole. His throat felt dry and his head started to hurt. It really was a bad omen. He prayed it was for her, not him. This couldn't happen to him, not on that day at least. He worked too hard. He did everything perfectly. It couldn't come crashing down. Nothing would be the same. She just had to say yes. This couldn't really mean anything, could it?

The room started to look fuzzy and blue all over. Just a little. Okay, maybe a lot. The blood flushed into his face and his body became very cold and clammy.

She took notice of him. "You look pale. Are you-"

He slammed into the floor with a thud.

Haruna groaned and rubbed her temples just a little too harshly. Why was it Komori always doing this? Komori! Not jerk face Shouta, or awkward Hikaru, not even I'm-secretly-a -murder Hinata. Okay, Hinata was actually the nicest person in the world, but why Komori? He was so composed, full of discipline, the best she had ever seen from anyone. Fighting alongside many comrades, she had seen many warriors. None of them as disciplined as Komori. Why him?

Tashiko's older sister, Chinatsu, was waving a fan in his face trying to cool him off. At least the girl was smart enough to put a pillow beneath his head. Tashiko had taken a rag and started to wipe the sweat from his face and neck. Haruna obviously noticed the look Tashiko was giving Komori as she went farther down his neck.

"Enough." Haruna snapped giving both the girls a fright as they turned with shocked expressions. Haruna couldn't help but roll her eyes, she wasn't that bad. She looked to Tashiko and said, "You'll have plenty of time to feel him up on your wedding night."

The girl immediately blushed while her sister giggled. Tashiko placed the rag back into the bucket of water and sat with her hand on her lap. Maybe, she shouldn't have been so hard on the girl, after all, she just found her lover passed out at her house. That had to be worry some.

This whole mess was just another reason for Haruna to assume control. Like always.

Haruna sighed. Taking in a deep breath, she relaxed herself. No need to get worked up over something so little. She flipped back her long, black her in her little gesture of dominance.

"Let's just wake him up shall we?" Haruna suggested as the girls back away from the passed out boy.

Haruna sat by her younger brother and looked over him in disapproval. Poor boy, just wanted to get his girl and had to put up with the harpie bitch. What did she do this time? She placed a hand on her brother's face in her rare gesture of love. Slowly she rubbed her thumb across her rough skin. Too many fights.

She frowned. Maybe she should have protected him better.

"Komori." She soothed in a voice no one thought she could pull off. "Wake up, sweety." Only Hinata called any of them sweety.

Komori's eyes twitched.

"Komori." She tried again with a little bit more assertiveness. "Wake up, honey." Only Mom called any them honey.

Komori groaned but remained unconscious.

"GOD DAMN IT!" She screamed that sent the other two girl flying away from her. "IF YOU DON'T WAKE UP I'M GONNA PUT MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS!"

Komori rolled over and put his hands over his ears. "I get it." He softly told her.

Haruna huffed out in annoyance and looked to the other girls. They were on opposite sides of the room giving her horrified looks. She looked back over to her cowering brother who was probably waiting for her to leave before facing the demon of, whatever, Chinatsu was. He would probably apologize and run but that was his problem.

Chinatsu cautiously stood up and her sister followed. They returned to Komori's side looking over the poor boy in confusion.

"Oh yeah, Komori. Your sugar baby is here."

Komori jumped up and faced the girl. He backed into the wall and he gave his sister a horrified stare then turned to Tashiko. Tashiko gave him a confused stare as Komori looked ready to faint again.

"Well," Chinatsu tried to put in her opinion but was cut off by Haruna grabbing her hair and pulling her out of the hut with the girl screaming threats the whole way. Even she knew when to leave a couple alone, but this spoiled brat couldn't even get that.

Poor Komori really did work hard for Tashiko. Even she had to respect him for putting up with the screaming girl. As his older sister, she wasn't about to let a little shit ruin all his hard work. She couldn't help but smile as her little brother was growing up. He really was a man that any women should have wanted.

She was in front of him smiling. Smiling! After he had fainted in front of her sister and had made a fool out himself. Why? Why would she ever waste her time with someone as embarrassing as him? She always stayed by him even when he would mess up or do stupid things. Why?

She took a step forward and he took a step back. She frowned at him. She gently reached out and grasped his sleeve which sent shivers up his arm. "Komori." She grumbled out in disappointment. His heart sank at her tone.

He refused to look at her, instead he noticed her kimono. It was a silk kimono. It started pink at the top and slowly faded to a beautiful, bright violet with many beautiful white flowers that showed the pure soul that she had. It just wrapped around her fragile frame that he could so easily break with his years of training.

It was carefully placed together with a wonderful red obi that tightly showed off the curves that he always wondered if she had. The top of her kimono showed off a little of her pale and flawless neck that had him reeling.

And her hair, it was put up in a bun that let a few strands fall out in all the right places. It all was placed together with her child-like face. Her small pink lips, beautiful hazel eyes, and small pig-like nose that fit together in her cute face. She always had him breathless.

A large smile broke over her plum, little lips. "You like it?" Her voice rang with excitement.

He took back his arm and tried to shrink himself. Slowly, and with a blush, he nodded. Her face glowed with pride as her smile brightened. "I thought you would."

Her eyes scanned over the brightened room. She looked deep in thought for moment before asking, "Would you like some nuts?"

It came crashing back. It was that bad omen that caused him to faint in the first place. His hands clammed up again as he tried to force his feelings down. The last thing he wanted to do was for Haruna to come back with him fainted, again! She would throw such a hissy fit.

"N-no, no, no. It, I , no. I'm good." He staggered out as he tried walking around her in exasperation. He held himself a little tighter trying to keep calm. "I'm not hungry."

Luck, as usual, was on his side. He didn't watch he was going and stubbed his toe on the table. He hissed back in pain amazed how a table had him beat but not a demon. He grabbed his foot hoping around trying to grab a hold of it.

Tashiko, with her loving nature, tried to grab him to balance him out but instead was pulled into the table where the unfinished cups of tea were. It ended with him falling on the ground and her crashing a second later.

Komori flinched back not daring to look at his lover.

Finally he took a glance.

Tashiko was whimpering as she tried to smooth out some of the rips that the glass had caused and picked at the stains that the tea had left behind. The stains wouldn't come out and both of them knew it. Stitching up the kimono would make it loose it's value and it would be so noticeable that she might get mocked for it. He didn't want that for her.

Tashiko looked on the verge of tears. That's when Komori, sort of, well, flipped out.

"I'm so sorry, Tashiko!" Komori nearly shouted.

Only when he panicked did he get loud. He just ruined her expensive kimono that must have taken weeks to sew. It must have been worth so much and the one time he sees it he went and destroyed it. He daren't get any closer in fear that he would somehow make it disintegrate from his touch.

"I'm sorry, you know; This isn't the first time I ruined a kimono." He grabbed his head in exasperation. "There was once I ruined my mother's."

Tashiko looked up to her distressed boyfriend.

"I was like, maybe four, I don't know. I kind of remember it. I was half asleep, or something." He quickly rambled making exaggerated hand motions as if that helped his case. "I had to use the bathroom so I kind of soiled her Kimono in the middle of the night."

He stopped and stared at her in disbelief. How could he blabber out something like that?! What would she think of him after hearing it?

So this was the bad omen. He slumped his shoulder in defeated and bowed his head in shame. The floor was the only thing he could look at. He tugged on the ends of his sleeve waiting for her response.

She giggled a light hearted giggle. A huge smile was plastered on her face as her laughs grew louder and echoed across the room. He looked up to her with new found hope. What exactly was she laughing at? Was it good, bad or laughing at his embarrassing story? He looked back to the ground, regretfully.

He felt her soft hand on his cheek as she urged him to look at her. Her smiled remained wide and her pearly white teeth showed. His heart fluttered realizing that she wasn't upset with him.

"I wore it for you, so if you ruined it then it's all the better. And, my answer is yes."

"What?" He tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"Haruna took me to that field you were working on." Tears started to glimmer in her eyes as she glowed with veneration. "It's the most romantic thing any girl could ever ask for." She slightly leaned into him, comfortable touching him.

A smile slowly appear on Komori's lips. His body tensed as the information settled in and took form. He broke out in laughter and grabbed her holding her high in the air. Her hands strapped on his shoulders and he held her with a new found confidence. He placed her down and pulled her into a hug letting his chin rest on her shoulder.

"Truly?" he asked her. He just had to hear it again.

"Truly." She replied leaning her head against his own shoulder.

Komori pulled away from her to stare into those pools of brown that he would be able to see everyday from then on. He tilted her chin and went in for a kiss. She gladly complied and leaned in closer to him. Their skin brushed together as one in a new found happiness and togetherness.

They pulled apart only for Komori to continue to kiss the side of her head and along her temples.

"Let's get married now." She mumbled through his kisses.

He took of breath of excitement and tugged her hands into his. "We'll ask Lady Keade to marry us."

A laughter escaped her lips as he ran out the door with him avoiding irritated people. They didn't care. None of the villagers knew their breathtaking moment. He knew that it wasn't exactly an elopement with her father's high approval, but it felt rebellious all the same.

Maybe it was just an omen, after all.

"My baby's growing up." Sango cried into the cloth that was handed to her. She sniffed and wiped her tears. Haruna could only stare in amazement hoping that in all the seven hells that if, IF, she ever had children, she wouldn't be so emotional like her mother.

Miroku grabbed Sango holding her close and wiped the tears from her eyes. He really didn't know how to handle the situation. He would expect himself to have mournful emotions at his daughters' weddings, but weren't women supposed to encourage marriage?

"Don't worry, I probably won't cry like this at your wedding, Haruna."

Miroku held her tighter. "The only crying anyone would do at Haruna's wedding would be for her husband because he would die soon."

That got a glare and a scoff out of Haruna. Miroku only replied with a sarcastic grin. She rolled her eyes and turned her nose in the air. It was too much like Inuyasha's.

"Not funny." Haruna growled.

Miroku let go of his emotional wife and pulled his less than happy daughter into an embrace. "At your wedding I'll give your husband a sword and tell him it's to protect himself when he irritates you."

Haruna growled some more. Why did everyone always tell her how horrible she was? She understood it as a joke but it was really getting tiresome and it was really getting to her. Sure, she wasn't gentle, soft-spoken, or lady-like, but that didn't mean she was this horrible monster that everyone made her out to be. Well, if everyone kept insisting, then they were either right or they were idiots, right?

"Miroku," Sango sniffed getting her husbands attention.

"Hmm?" Miroku turned towards her.

"If I get pregnant again, I'm going to castrate you."

Haruna burst out laughing and rolled on the ground. Miroku could only stare in disbelief and scratch the back of his neck in awkwardness.

"Come now, Sango, why would you want to do that?"

"I refuse to have children younger than my grandchildren."

Miroku gave a nervous laugh as his daughter's laughter continued to ring through out the hut.

"What's a sugar baby?"

Komori choked on his breath and stared at his fiance in disbelief. She was only a year younger than him! Haruna and her horrible profanities.

"Nothing."

What a fluffy chapter filled with romantic bullshit. Oh, well.

For some reason I imagined her kimono a bright, lime-green. Weird, huh?

So Keade would be like 70, I wonder if she would be able to live that long in the feudal era. Maybe, I don't see why not, besides the disease, demons, bandits, famine, heatstroke, horrible winters and too much physical labor. But in my fanfic she's still alive damn it! I like her too much.