Disclaimers: I do not own Inu-Yasha . . . do you people even have to ask that?
Chapter Two: White Wedding
"M-m-m-my fi-fiancee!?" In-Yasha sputtered. He gave his parents incredulous looks. "What in the seven hells are you talking about!?"
"SON!" Inutashio's voice boomed.
"Hm-hm," someone cleared their throat before Inutashio could continue.
"Yes," Inutashio turned to the daughter.
"Sir . . . this is obviously just a surprise to him . . . it is a normal reaction for some," she spoke softly.
Inu-Yasha stood still in shock. This human . . . female human no less, had just basically told his father off. Inu-Yasha shot a glance to his nodding father and nearly went into shock again. Normally, he would've already had the girl 'escorted' off the premises. Obviously this wasn't a normal girl.
"So when is this wedding?" Inu-Yasha questioned, though was thinking other things. 'Hopefully it's so far away that I'll be able to get out of this mess.'
"On the most romantic holiday of the year," Mutsumi said, all starry-eyed with clasped hands.
"Uh . . . Valentine's . . ." Inu-Yasha guessed, rubbing the back of his head in a nervous manner.
"No silly . . . well yes . . . but your wedding is on Christmas!" She exclaimed happily; all the adults striking a pose, giving Inu-Yasha the peace sign.
'Gah . . . grown-ups shouldn't be allowed to pose.' Inu-Yasha thought with disgust. 'So the wedding is on Christmas eh? That will be something to . . . wait a minute! Christmas is . . .'
Inu-Yasha thought with disgust."What the hell!" Inu-Yasha suddenly shouted, his voice booming off the walls. "Christmas is tomorrow! Are you people fucking crazy?! You can't plan a wedding in a day!"
Inutashio was about to wring Inu-Yasha's head for his disrespect, but again, the clearing of the throat stopped him. Inutashio calmly composed himself and faced Kagome.
"Yes Kagome," he said in a calm tone, but Inu-Yasha could tell it was strained.
"Well . . . the wedding is already planned . . . everything is ready to go . . . and up until a few moments ago, I thought that you had know about this. But if you like, we could not go through with this. I would rather us call it off now then be left standing at the alter," Kagome explained in a soft tone. "So would you like to call off the wedding?"
"Um . . . ye-no," Inu-Yasha answered in an unsure tone. 'What the hell?! I was supposed to say yes!' He yelled at himself. 'What stopped me then?!'
It was a stupid to thing to ask though. He knew what stopped him. The disapproving looks the Higurashis and his mom was giving him. The warning look his father gave. But most importantly, the look that girl, Kagome, had given him. She had finally looked up, and Inu-Yasha's breath had caught in his throat when he first saw her face. It was a soft angel looking face, with a small smile gracing her rosy lips. But what really got him were her pleading brown eyes . . . something about them entranced him . . . making him want to please her. Heck, he knew that if she gave him that look while asking for the moon, then so help him god, nothing was going to stop him from getting that moon.
"That's great!" The mothers exclaimed, doing a little victory dance. The fathers were clapping his back like he had won a million dollars. But the only thing he notices was the bright smile that tugged at Kagome's lips.
"Have a drink son!" Inutashio exclaimed, pushing a glass of liquid into his hands. Inu-Yasha looked down at the coke, then back up at his father's beaming face. "Go ahead son," Inutashio egged on.
Inu-Yasha gave an indifferent shrug before he downed the glass. He closed his eyes tight as the searing liquid burned as it went down his throat. As he opened his eyes, he began to rub them as things became blurry. He laid his head in his hands as be begun to feel drowsy.
"Are you okay Inu-Yasha?" He heard Kagome ask, voice laced with concern. He wanted to answer her, but felt too out of it to reply.
"Don't worry Kagome, it's just a precaution for tomorrow," he heard his father say before he fell forward and was consumed by darkness.
x.x
"What happened?" Inu-Yasha groaned as he moved to a sitting position, rubbing the side of his head. He looked in front of him, and found that he had been asleep on a long red couch. "No . . . better question, where am I?"
"Mr. Hazuki sir, five minutes sir!" A voice called from the door.
"Wha . . ." Inu-Yasha started in a groggy tone, standing up. As he turned and looked at himself in the full-length mirror, all drowsiness was removed from his mind. "What the hell am I wearing?!" He shouted as he stared at his tuxedo-clad body.
"I see you're awake," Inu-Yasha's father's gruff tone met his ears.
Inu-Yasha turned to face him and saw him standing at the framework of the door. He was about to tell his dad off until he noticed that his dad too, was wearing a tux.
'Am I gong to some kind of party?' Inu-Yasha asked himself. 'No wait, that doesn't explain where I am . . .' He was confusing himself even more, and Inutashio watched this all with amusement. 'What the hell is going on?!'
Inu-Yasha asked himself. He was confusing himself even more, and Inutashio watched this all with amusement."Son, we have to go to your wedding now," Inutashio said as if he had read his mind. He had crossed the room and began to drag Inu-Yasha out.
"Wha . . . wedding . . .what is going on?" Inu-Yasha asked as he pulled to a stop in front of a broom closet.
"You're getting married . . . remember yesterday, meeting Kagome Higurashi," Inutashio explained in a tone as if he had said for the hundredth time that a cow went moo.
"You meant that ugly chick from yesterday?!" Inu-Yasha exclaimed. "I can't marry her! I don't want to marry her! Remember Ikaru, my very hot girlfriend? What the hell am I supposed to say to her?! Sorry, my dad said I have to get married, so sorry but we're gonna have to break up!" Inu-Yasha hissed vehemently at Inutashio.
"There are such things known as mistresses you know," Inutashio said in an indifferent tone.
"Oh, well do you have a mistress?" Inu-Yasha shot.
"No, marriage is a commitment between two people and I feel that to have one would be dishonorable."
"Exactly, so I can't have one!"
"Son, you are going to marry Kagome whether you like it or not . . . so either you have a mistress or you don't. But you will marry Kagome Higurashi, so get your act together and get your ass out in that ceremony.
"I'm not going to marry a girl I just met," Inu-Yasha stated in a determined tone.
"Too bad son. You've been promised to marry her even before you were born. So you don't have a choice," Inutashio hissed in a harsh tone, his face mere inches before Inu-Yasha's. Then before Inu-Yasha could even blink, Inutashio's hand shot out and latched onto Inu-Yasha's arm.
"I don't want to marry that ugly wench!" Inu-Yasha proclaimed as his father pulled him down the hall away fro the broom closet.
Father and son were too busy arguing and making their way towards the ceremony that they never noticed the door open. Nor did they notice the bride slip out and stare at them with a tear-streaked face.
x.x
"Bastard," Inu-Yasha mumbled as his father pushed him into the grand hall where the ceremony was taking place.
He straightened his jacket and stiffly made his way to the minister. As he walked along the line of ten men, he sent a hard glare at his best man.
"Hey Inu-Yasha," Miroku whispered in an excited tone, giving Inu-Yasha a small wave.
"You . . . I can't believe this! You knew about this and you didn't tell me," Inu-Yasha whispered harshly.
"Well . . . your mom gave me ten grand not to mention anything," Miroku explained as Inu-Yasha took his position.
"How long have you known?" Inu-Yasha muttered out of the corner of his mouth, leaning sideways.
"Two months," Miroku said bluntly. Inu-Yasha raised his fist up at the answer.
But before he could make a move, the wedding march began. Inu-Yasha turned his attention back to the ceremony to see that the bridesmaids had already come in. All wearing a long flowing white bottom that moved outward from the hips and the top part hugged the girls, each being a nice shade of baby blue.
Everyone stood up and faced the grand oak doors at the back of the room. Everyone stood in silence as the song continued to play . . . waiting for the bride to make her big entrance. When the song played mid-way through, the girl that stood at the front of the line of bridesmaid made a cutting motion with her forefinger and throat. The music stopped playing and she rushed down the aisle and out the door.
Using his demon hearing, Inu-Yasha could hear the muffled voices of an argument taking place. He frowned as he noticed one the voices belonged to Kagome.
"No!" Kagome's scream echoed throughout the hall.
Silence then overtook the hall again. After a few moments, the same girl that ended the music, came walking back to her position. She motioned to the musicians, and the wedding march began once again. This time the sight of Kagome standing next to her dad greeted the guests.
Kagome stood in a snow-white dress that hugged her perfectly. The sleeves starting just beneath her shoulders, and running into a sweetheart cut neckline. The bottom of the dress flowed outward like a hoop skirt, with swirl patterns made out of pearls. Her onyx hair hung loosely around her shoulders and veil upon it covered her face.
She walked down the aisle with dad accompanying her. Giving small nods or little smiles to the guests once in awhile. They came to a stop once they reached the minister.
"Who here gives her away?" He started in a raspy voice.
"I do!" Shinta proclaimed, before he transferred Kagome's hand from his to Inu-Yasha's. Inu-Yasha taking in her scent of roses and honey.
"Very well," Minister Yakemura nodded as Kagome took her place before Inu-Yasha. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today . . ." Was all Inu-Yasha heard before he went into his own world.
'I shouldn't be doing this! I'm twenty-one for heaven sakes! I should be able to make my own choices . . . but then again . . . what twenty-one year old in his right mind would live with his parents?' He pondered on the thought for a while before taking a look at Kagome. 'Maybe it won't be so bad being married to her.' He felt a small smile tugging at his lips before pushing it down. 'Then again, she helped play this charade! A wife shouldn't lie . . . she could've contacted me and told me!' Even that argument sounded weak to Inu-Yasha, but he held fast to it.
He pondered on the thought for a while before taking a look at Kagome. He felt a small smile tugging at his lips before pushing it down. Even that argument sounded weak to Inu-Yasha, but he held fast to it." . . . til death do you part?" Minister Yakemura faced Inu-Yasha.
"Uh, yeah," Inu-Yasha replied dumbly, having no idea what he was agreeing to.
"Do you Kagome, promise to love and cherish Inu-Yasha, stay by his side through sickness and in health til death do you part?" Minister Yakemura had turned his attention to Kagome.
"I do," she said softly.
"Is there anybody here with just cause as to why these two should not be wed? Then speak now or forever hold your peace!" The minister proclaimed to the room.
'Here's my chance!' Inu-Yasha thought, anticipation rising in him. He opened his mouth to state his objection, but Miroku's sharp kick to the back of his leg stopped him. He turned to shot a glare at Miroku while the Minister said his last words.
"Then I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Inu-Yasha Hazuki!" Inu-Yasha stared in horror as the words left the Minister's mouth. "You may now kiss the bride!" Minister Yakemura announced. Inu-Yasha wanted to walk away or just plain out punch the Minister. But a firm look from his dad made his shoulders slump and he grudgingly faced Kagome. He pulled her veil back to show her face. He bet forward and gave her a quick, light peck on the lips, ignoring the tingling sensation that he felt afterwards.
Everyone stood to and began to applaud the new couple. Inu-Yasha just stalked of down the aisle with Kagome right behind.
x.x
"Okay Inu-Yasha, your mother and I will meet you at the reception hall," Inutashio stated as he practically shoved Inu-Yasha into the limo.
"Bastard," Inu-Yasha muttered once again that day as he took a seat. As the limo started up, he looked to see his wife already sitting quietly across from him. 'At least I won't have to listen to the wench's voice.' Inu-Yasha thought resolutely. He felt that guilt of his lie hit him, as he knew that he wanted to hear her bird-like voice speak anything. He just pushed the feeling off and leaned back in his seat and took a nice deep breath.
'Wait a minute . . .' He did a double take of the smells. He stared suspiciously at his 'wife' as he breathed in her scent. 'What happened to the roses and honey.' He looked closely at her. She had pulled her hair back and had placed on a large hooded sweatshirt that covered the top of her dress and hid her face.
He did a double take of the smells. He stared suspiciously at his 'wife' as he breathed in her scent. He looked closely at her. She had pulled her hair back and had placed on a large hooded sweatshirt that covered the top of her dress and hid her face.Inu-Yasha launched himself across the car and placed a chokehold on the girl. He banged her hard against the side of the car and watched as the hood fell. It revealed that she indeed wasn't Kagome, but instead a brown-eyed girl with a firm face; that of a fighter's. She stared at him hard, daring him to tighten his grip. Inu-Yasha recognized her as the girl who ran out of the ceremony and fought with Kagome.
"Where is she?" He growled, taking the silent challenge and tightening his grip ever so slightly.
"She?" The stranger scoffed in an incredulous tone. "Man, Kagome was right that you probably didn't' know her name."
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Inu-Yasha's temper was rising. "No, forget that, answer my previous question . . . Were. Is. She?" With each word he tightened the hold on her neck.
"Kagome is getting a ride with the best man . . . Miroku I think it was. She said she needed to think about some things . . . and it would be best if you weren't with her. So she asked me to ride in the limo instead . . . didn't realize you had already knew her scent," the woman explained in a raspy voice, the lack of oxygen finally getting to her.
"She's riding with Miroku?" Inu-Yasha couldn't believe his ears. His so-called wife had rather get a ride with his best friend. 'Maybe she doesn't want to be in this marriage.'
"You know, Kagome knew about the marriage all along," the woman said breathlessly, as if she read his mind.
"Wha . . ." Inu-Yasha drew his hand back as if he had been burned. "What is that suppose to mean?!"
Before she could respond, the limo came to a halt. She quickly scrambled out of the limo and into the building. Inu-Yasha followed behind to see the girl standing next to his red faced wife and bruised best man. When Kagome saw him coming she rushed over into the ballroom.
"What happened to you?" Inu-Yasha asked in a gruff tone when he reached Miroku. "Never mind, don't tell me . . .you groped a chick?"
"Nothing that bad. I just asked your wife to have my child . . ." Miroku explained in an indifferent tone. The next thing he knew, he was kissing the floor.
"Lecher," Inu-Yasha grumbled, before going into the ballroom himself.
x.x
The reception had gone very well, with little mishaps. Inu-Yasha and Kagome had cut the cake and done the poses for pictures. They did their fist dance as a couple and sat through Miroku's best man speech, where he wished Kagome the best in putting up with her husband.
"Here we go," Inu-Yasha grumbled as he stiffly walked into the honeymoon suite; Kagome followed quietly behind. It had gotten late, so everyone decided to turn in. "Great," Inu-Yasha said, falling onto the bed.
Kagome didn't bother to look at him as she moved to a draw and pulled out an envelope. She went over to Inu-Yasha and tossed the envelope onto his chest. Inu-Yasha picked it up and gave her a curious look.
"Those are the honeymoon tickets to Hawaii . . . I know that's nothing special and all . . .but you have them," Kagome explained softly.
"Do you expect me to go with you?" Inu-Yasha asked after quite some time.
"No, I expect you to have fun, and enjoy yourself. I'm giving you both tickets . . . so you can take Ikaru for all I care," she mumbled, heading towards the bathroom, the conversation she had heard while in the closet fresh on her mind.
"How do you know about Ikaru!" Inu-Yasha shouted at her back. He was answered with the slamming of the bathroom door. "Fine wench, maybe I will go with her!" He exclaimed when he got no answer. He stayed silent for a while, listening closely to the sounds in the bathroom. When he heard sounds of running water he calmed a bit.
He fell back onto the bed, suddenly feeling tired. As soon as his head hit the pillow he went into dreamland.
x.x
Inu-Yasha awoke to the sounds of banging on the door. He groggily crossed the room and went to the door.
"What?" He barked, as he pulled the door open a little way to come meet Miroku's face.
"Dude . . . can I use your room?" Miroku whispered.
"Why?" Inu-Yasha questioned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Because my roomie took over the room. Ah, come on Inu-Yasha, I've got a girl in here," Miroku whined.
"I've got one in here," Inu-Yasha retorted without thinking.
"No you don't . . . Kagome is in there," Miroku snapped.
"You did not just call my wife a man," Inu-Yasha growled in a warning tone.
"Oh come on Inu-Yasha, this is the honeymoon suite," Miroku said, trying to distract Inu-Yasha from the previous implication.
"So?" Inu-Yasha said gruffly, taking the bait.
"The honeymoon suite man! This room expects sex! Now who is going to get laid tonight, you or me?" Miroku gave his reasoning.
"If Kagome doesn't mind," Inu-Yasha muttered, giving in.
"Well go ask her," Miroku urged, wanting to take over the room.
"She's in the bathroom . . . in fact she's been in there for quite a while," Inu-Yasha said, taking a glance at the nearest clock to find she's been in there for an hour.
"What's she doing in there?" Miroku asked with a perverted grin.
"Taking a bath."
"Ha ha ha," a girlish laugh came from behind the door next to Miroku. Inu-Yasha pulled it back to reveal one of the bridesmaids.
"And you are?" Inu-Yasha asked skeptically, giving her a curious look.
"Yuka Kamatari, at your service. I'm one of Kagome's friends. It's great to finally meet her fiancé or should I say husband," Yuka rushed out, extending her hand.
"Yeah . . ." Inu-Yasha said nervously, ignoring her outstretched hand. "So why were you laughing?"
"Well, I was just thinking about my sister's wedding where she hid in the bathroom and tried to pop the window open so she could escape," Yuka explained in a giggly tone before breaking into laughter.
Inu-Yasha and Miroku stared at her speechless before exchanging looks.
"She wouldn't!" They shouted in panic before rushing into the room and towards the door.
"Open up!" Inu-Yasha shouted, pounding on the door. "Open the damn door before I break it open!" But he was met with nothing but silence; not even water was moving. "I warned you!" He growled, standing back and raising his foot where he then placed a few well placed kicks on the door and busted it open.
Inu-Yasha, Miroku, and Yuka stared into the empty bathroom. The three entered to see a tub full of water and the gold trim curtains flowing with the wind. Inu-Yasha rushed to the window and tore the curtains right down and threw them to the floor. He was met with an open window. He looked onto the fire escape and picked up a torn white fabric caught on a corner. He smelt it and knew it was from Kagome's wedding dress. Miroku and Yuka came from behind and looked from the fabric to the open window. Yuka was the one to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Heh, look at that . . . same thing."
A/N: That's all for now. Thanks for the reviews and hopefully I'll hear from you guys again!
