A/N: Yay, this is the eighth chapter! Thanks for the reviews, and this chapter is dedicated to my OC Perceise of Germany and Inuyasha. Don't forget to review please!

Chapter 8:

"No way in hell am I going to marry!" spat the half dog demon, his nose twitching in disgust

"You have no choice," said Sesshomaru rather plainly. "And besides, it's about time you settled. Read this"

Inuyasha snatched the paper from his step-brother and skipped quickly through lines.

"…Princess…Germany…Protestant…yeah, yeah. I don't have time for all this rubbish"

"Did you happen to forget about father's will? He said you must marry within 80 years" he gulped. "I say it's a good thing to get it over with" he added

"Just because you lost your mind all of a sudden doesn't mean I will too"

"You do not seem to grasp the point at all, Inuyasha-" he was cut of

"I have no intention to! I don't wish to marry; not you, nobody is making me marry that German wench!"

"Stop being an idiot. You are unreasonable. You're whole life you have lived like a regular person…which is disgraceful. And like I said, you have no choice. Oh, and did I mention she's a half demon?"

Inuyasha's ears twitched in surprise.

Perceise had arrived. She felt out of place.

First of all, she wore her traditional Dutch fashioned dresses and gowns, and here in Japan they didn't look too becoming. She thanked god at least, she had learned English, which they spoke. Second, her groom seemed uncomfortable around her, but she couldn't help that she just loved him from the moment she saw him: the fluffy ears, a strange and extremely big outfit and that wayward attitude.

At least she knew that her arranged marriage might survive because she did love him and hopefully he would learn to love her back in due time.

Right now she was getting ready to see him again. Her ladies in waiting were fixing her into those simple and yet beautiful kimonos, as they called those gowns here. Her hair loose, but just to remind herself that she must be given the due respect, she wore a big ruby about her neck.

When they met outside, he looked more willing than before. Maybe it was because they were alone this time.

"I see you took that helmet off" he said looking at her. She wasn't gorgeous, her appearance was rather dull. He figured she looked less so in the Japanese clothing.

She blushed.

Did men see headdresses as helmets? (A/N:if you want to see what a headress looks like go to google images and look up Anne Boleyn or Catharine of Aragon and the things on their heads are headresses, but the type of fashion of headresses in Germany in like the one of Anne of Cleves.)

"Yes, my Lord Inuyasha." She replied coolly. Perceise sat by his side in the grass.

"So I guess I am getting married off to you, Lady"

Her hand found its way to the red stone hanging down her neck. She pressed it tightly, hoping to all of a sudden be stronger. But the German girl did nothing. Lord Inuyasha was so hopelessly rude to her…no, to everyone, she knew.

Why in the world was she clutching that stupid necklace now? It was definitely not helping.

Perceise stood up and made a run back to the castle.

He didn't even bother to follow her, thank god, because she looked uncontrollably pathetic. And even Inuyasha knew that princesses weren't supposed to cry. So he spared her the shame of being seen that way.

"I told Sesshomaru it wasn't gonna work out anyway" he said attempting to rid himself of the guilt his conscience was reminding him of quite often now. Inuyasha turned around and saw Sesshomaru's soon to be Queen. She was clearly with child. For some reason she had developed a little moon in her forehead like Sesshomaru, but he didn't really want to now how that came to be. He just lifted his eyes up to her in a way that suggested the explanation of her unrequited visit.

"You had better go apologize" said Ayame friendly

"Oh, I don't think so"

"I do. I'll just let you know that a princess is in your best interest right now, Inuyasha. We don't have strong relationships with Europe. Germany is not a Catholic country, and that makes it all the better." She stopped and realized that he had actually listened to her. He turned wondering why she had stopped.

She picked right back where she left off.

"You see, she is young and has a history in her family of all the females having fruitful marriages every time, always over five living children. That is a good omen…and she is already in Japan. She cannot go back to Germany in disgrace…she is a half demon and perfect for you. Such a pretty creature; surely you do not seriously refuse such a wonderful proposition"

He didn't seem any different than before but at least he listened, she thought. A little progress.

"Ugh, you leave me no choice, but to do this" she said nonchalantly, trying to mimic Sesshomaru. "I Ayame will grant you…"

Bloody Hell…she thought

"The Tetsusaiga, my husband's former sword" said the wolf demon untying a ribbon from her waist and stretching her hands out for him to take the prize.

He stared.

'How in the world did she end up with that? How did Sesshomaru give his sword to a woman? But I am not insane…that sword brings the dead back to life and protects the holder…I can just marry the woman and keep the sword. No big deal …'

"Give me that" he took it from her.

"So it's settled. You will be wedding within two weeks. I'll be sure to let her family know!" she yelled. Hoping he would her from such a distance, having run away like that.

A/N: I have been so busy. I at last, got to type up this chapter. Thank you for all the reviews so far everybody.