Kitsunehime: W00t! I've got a new website! XD Now I get an excuse to make a whole new layout! XD

Inuyasha: . . . You. Are. A. Bonafide. Idiot.

Kitsunehime: . Soooo? I like making layouts. Bug off.

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Rin: Uhh, what's with the random box?

Kitsunehime: Because I like it. Me no own, you no sue. Have fun.







To Rule the Darkness

ch. 35: Panic, Panic, and – oh yes – PANIC!



It was bright out. It was early in the morning. Kagome was holding a lantern over her face. A perfectly normal day.

Wait a second – Kagome with a lantern?!

"Wake up, Sango!" Rin and Kagome yelled in chorus.

"Who – what – why – ?" Sango gasped, shooting up out of bed.

On the other side, another lantern flared. "Don't tell me you forget this is your wedding day," Fahleing cackled gleefully.

Sango quickly paled.

"What?! You seriously forgot?!" Rin screeched.

"Waah! I'm sorry, don't hit me!"

Fahleing grinned wolfishly. "We wouldn't dare hit the bride. I mean, what would your dear groom say?" she crooned.

"I think I see steam coming out of her ears," Sakuya observed of a now chile-pepper-red bride-to-be.

At the moment, Sango just wanted nothing more than to disappear into thin air.

"Never mind that," Kagome giggled. "Get up, we – or rather, you – have a lot to prepare for today!"

" . . . You're not serious."

"Oh yes I am. You got to fuss at my wedding, so I think it's the perfect time for revenge."

Faced with four grinning, equally stubborn (and meddling) women, Sango gulped. 'Uh oh . . . '


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"Oi, Miroku! What the Hell do you think you're doing?!"

The guilty suspect was caught. "Uhh . . . I was simply going to say good morning to my lovely bride-to-be?"

Inuyasha tapped his foot on the ground. "Yeah, when the sun shines in Hell. No males, with the exception of little kids, are allowed to see the bride until the ceremony on the day of the wedding."

"That includes you, O eager groom," Inutaishou rumbled as he sauntered down the hall. He began to snicker when he say Miroku's crestfallen face. "Disappointed, are we?"

Koryu grinned predatorily, coming up on Miroku's other side. "So you were trying to sneak a peek. Shame on you." He tsk-ed, shaking his head in mock-disapproval.

Even Sesshoumaru was beginning to catch on to the revelry. "Bad lecher," he said mildly.

"Eh-heh . . . Gentlemen, can't you all take a joke?"

All of them grinned, showing fangs. "Nope."

"Er . . . Have some mercy on a poor Warlord?"

"Not a bit. Not when it's that Warlord's wedding day."

Miroku yelped. This, ladies and gentlemen, was quickly shaping up to be a day of torture via the crazy dog-demons.


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"Hellfires!" Fahleing cursed. "Someone go get the dressmaker, we need adjustments on the kimono!"

"Couldn't one of just fix it?" Sango suggested, uncharacteristically timid.

"Nope. Only the very best is allowed for today. Because we say so."

Kagome grabbed her scarf and ran out the door. "I'll go get her!" she yelled over her shoulder.

"Watch out for – " Rin never got chance to finish. Kagome ran smack-dab straight into Sakuya, who was running back from getting the others' kimonos.

Boom, splat, and ow. You all get the picture.

"Sorry-sorry-sorry!" Kagome squeaked at top speed, taking off again. Sakuya hurriedly gathered up the fallen garments and ran into the room.

"I checked with old corpse-breath, he and the guys are 'fixing up' the groom."

Rin spared her an odd glance from rooting around in the closet for the matching shoes. "Sugar, if he's got corpse-breath, so do you."

"Pish. How's Sango coming along?"

Sango's face felt like it was burning due to the constant scrutiny and being referred to as if she were merely some large, fancy project. Though if you asked the others, they would most certainly say she was their special masterpiece.

"Not bad," Fahleing mumbled around a mouthful of pins.

"I found the shoes!" Rin crowed, throwing them into the air. "Ack! Sorry!" The shoes had landed on Fahleing's head.

"Shoes ain't for throwing," she said in an aggrieved voice, spitting out the nearly-swallowed pin. "You trying to kill us all?"

"I'm sorry!"

"What's taking Kagome so long?!"

"She isn't a demon like you, and she can't run as fast!"

"Ow!"

"Whoops, sorry," Fahleing said sheepishly. She had just jabbed Sango with a pin. "Shall I go bow and scrape to Miroku, seeing as I've scratched his beloved bride?"

"What?!"

"Just kidding. Hold still."

Sango sighed and resigned herself to their administrations. Too bad it was only just barely afternoon.


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"Get back here, Miroku!" Inuyasha yelled, pelting after the aforementioned subject. "You have to give your damned hair a trim!"

"Noooooooo! You nutcases won't touch my hair!"

"Who the Hell are you calling a nutcase?! You arsewipe!"

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Lord Miroku is afraid of getting a haircut. Surprised?

"I refuse to let you sadists come near me with scissors!"

"He isn't the Sadist, I am." Whoops, it seems Miroku-san forgot about Sesshoumaru. Sesshoumaru, who had scissors in his hand and a wicked, if rare, grin on his face. "Hold still, or I might just gouge out what little brains you have left."

"Nooooooooo!"

Shippou watched the entire spectacle from Inutaishou's shoulder. "I didn't know Miroku was afraid of that."

Inutaishou chuckled. "Neither did I. Let's keep this amongst ourselves, so we can use this highly informative happenings to our advantage later."

"Isn't that blackmail?"

The Demon Lord of the Western Lands put on his most innocent face. "What ever gave you that horrid idea?"

Shippou just gave him an odd look. "Right. I'm bored." He then jumped off in search of Kohaku and Souta.

"Noooooo!" As can be inferred, Miroku-baka is still screaming.

"Shut up, idiot! I'm done." And indeed Sesshoumaru was; every stray and wayward hair on the Warlord's head was trimmed down to size.

"Idiot is a perfect name for him," Koryu remarked.

Miroku carefully peered through his fingers into the mirror held in front of him. He sighed in relief. "Whew, you didn't botch it."

That statement was rewarded with an icy glare, courtesy of the Sadist. "I'm not so inept that I cannot trim a few paltry hairs."

And, in turn, Sesshoumaru himself was bowled over by a careening Kagome with the dressmaker in tow.

"Sorry!" she threw over her shoulder.

"Now," Inutaishou crooned in a sing-song voice. "It's time to outfit you boys properly."


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"Here's the dressmaker!" Kagome gushed breathlessly.

"Good, 'cause I thought I'd end up swallowing a pin," Fahleing commented acerbically.

"Don't let her near sharp objects," Sango pleaded in a much-aggrieved tone. "I've been scratched and stabbed at least three billion times within the last fifteen minutes!"

"Can it, bride-girl. So what if I've never learned to sew?"

"Both of you, shut up," Rin snapped. "Miss Dressmaker, can you adjust this?"

"Yes, of course. Just a moment." Afterwards, Kagome showed her out again.







Meh favorite line:

"Hold still, or I might just gouge out what little brains you have left."

Heh heh. ^_^

Ja!