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Chapter 1- Betrothed
InuYasha's p.o.v.
The soft wind sweeps across my calm blue room as a tall black haired, purple eyed, and perverted teenage boy yells, "WHAT? YOU'RE BETROTHED!" In a more silent voice the boy, Miroku continues, "InuYasha, I hope you weren't so rash into agreeing to this, like always. But did you actually think of what this means? I mean, it's a big commitment! You can't just walk out of this sort of thing. Do you even know what is being asked of you?"
"I know, but it's not like I have a choice, my father has been making preparations for weeks. I know it's not what I want, but this girl, Kikyo, there's something about her…" I say knowing that secretly it's not just that. If I had wanted to I could have hunted her down and slaughtered her right then and there. But when I saw her face… I knew she was going to lead me to something great. "I'm going to see her tomorrow at some little restaurant called Fate."
Cough, cough, cough, "InuYasha surely you know that that little restaurant is over one of the most profitable pieces of land in the country. What exactly does your father have planned for you marriage?"
Creak
I hear footsteps approaching my door. Ugg it must be that cocky pig Shessimoru. What the hell is he doing here? I thought I told him never to come here again!
"InuYasha," he smirks, "don't screw this up or you won't have anything to screw up next."
"Why you little piece of dirt! Come on. I'll take you on right now!"
"I'm afraid InuYasha; you wouldn't be worth the time. Last time our little fight ended in what... three minutes? And if I recall right you landed up in the hospital while I ended up with a scratch!"
"Why you."
"Save it," he says in that despicable voice while walking out the door.
The next day at 2:00pm inside the restaurant called Fate.
"Uck no wonder its going out of business. There are hardly any curtains; the ones they did I wish they wouldn't. There are five little tables of rotting wood, and old fabric. But the paint job is different; there are angels on the walls but instead of being in heaven they're here on Earth, just helping those in need, and then there are some that are cooking. I guess that means their food is pretty good.
Huh... there she is with black wavy hair, big brown eyes, milky white skin, and this smile. I don't think I've ever seen a prettier smile. Huh, she's coming this way.' Sniff, sniff, sniff.
'Wait this isn't Kikyo! This is an imposter! Do they really think that I wouldn't know the difference? How lowly do they think of me? It's just because I'm a half demon.'
"Hi," the imposter starts, "you must be InuYasha. Kikyo has told me so much about you, well she doesn't really know you so it was more like she mentioned you… but still, I've heard of you."
"So you admit it, you are the ugly and smelly imposter!"
"What I'm no imposter! And I do NOT smell!"
"How would you know if you smell? It's you!" I can see her ugly mouth opening to retort; but just as her thins lips start forming a word, Kikyo approaches us.
"I see you two have met," she says happily.
"Hn," I snort knowing that whatever comes out of her voice or the imposters' voice would be worthless to me. "Let's go," I say as I walk towards a stupid table with one lit candle on it.
At the table Kikyo starts telling me about her pathetic life and it's boring me to the point where I'm talking notice of that imposter. I never did get her name, oh well. I wonder what she's doing with two suits. She seems distressed.'
"Do you have the release papers?" one of the black suits in cheep black sunglasses inquires.
"What release papers?" the imposter replies sweetly while looking closely at her feet.
'Oh she looks kind of cute... wait what am I saying?'
"Misse we gave them to you last week, the week before then, and the week before that! We know you have them!" the other ugly suit says roughly.
"Alright," she sighs, "I'll go get them," she finishes while walking towards the kitchen dejectedly.
"InuYasha. InuYasha. Inuyasha!" Kikyo starts.
"Oh sorry, I got distracted. So what's going on here? Why are those ugly suits here?
"Oh, that. Well you see since business hasn't been very good lately those two men have been coming every week; trying to make Kagome hand over her restaurant- not to mention her dream."
'I hear a scream and someone being pulled away. Oh it's the imposter.'
"No my dream, my dream," she screams while being dragged across the floor.
'I can't believe how long she's been able to hang onto those sheets of papers!' Finally she falls.
A couple of minutes later the suits come back, and throw down the sheets of paper she gave them.
"Is there a problem?" she asks sweetly.
"These are picture of you in a chef's uniform," one of the suits spats through gritted teeth.
"Ha-ha, got you there," the imposter says slyly while pointing her index finger at them.
A piece of paper floats by our table. Quickly I snatch it only to see the imposter smiling in a white apron and a big white chef's hat holding up a spatula with her right arm. I guess she must be a cook. Probably a bad cook if anything- why else would the restaurant be failing? For some unknown reason I fold up the picture and stick it in my pocket.
"We told you, you can't keep the restaurant without a sponsor," yells one of the ugly suits as he chases the imposter around the room!
The imposter is running waving her arms like an idiot while she yells, "No my dream! You can't crush my dream!"
While rounding our table Kikyo stops her talking to monitor the weird behavior happening around us. When the imposter is right by my chair the suit with the sunglasses grabs her shoulder hard, and spins her around so she is within three inches form his face, and says through gritted teeth, "I told you, you need a sponsor to keep this place running."
"I'm her sponsor," I say, "InuYasha."
Open mouthed all turn to face me while the imposter exclaims, "you are? Ah you are!" Then she looks at the suits, points her index finger at them, and says, "Ha-ha, I got you again!"
