Never Meant It

A/N: Yea yea, this is the sequel. I was actually hesitant to make one, partially because I'm not really into my fics right about now and partially because you usually shouldn't, but I decided that my ending just wasn't acceptable, and I already promised you all one.

Now keep in mind that when I wrote this, I've never actually been to one in my life, so I'm basing it on what I read here and on FP. So if it's off, gomen nasai.

Here it is.

Sequel: Till death do us part, I'll love you.

Clothes littered the floor. Shoes were strewn everywhere. And yet…no one was to be found. At least, not in bathroom.

"OW! Can you be any less thoughtless about my head! Really Sa-OW! Okay, that time was on purpose, wasn't i-OW! Saaaaangoooo! You're supposed to be nice today!"

Kagome's pain could be felt from the mother's bedroom as Amaye winced in sync with her daughter. 'It'll all be over soon, dear, it'll all be over soon, and then you'll be grateful for the pain.' She reassured. To herself or to her daughter she wasn't sure.

In the other bedroom down the hallway and to the left, makeup objects were thrown on the floor next to the hair products and the other clothes. In the middle of the mess stood Sango, currently styling Kagome's hair.

"OW!" Kagome cried out again as Sango (brutally) took another strand of hair to add to the not-yet-finished hairdo. "You don't have to pull that hard!"

"Oh for goodness sakes, Kags, I'm not pulling that hard! Talk about sensitive head." She replied as she smirked just a tiny bit, taking another strand and pulling harder than necessary, adding it to the going-to-be-awesomely-beautiful hairdo.

Kagome just growled, still not believing her best friend. "OOOOWWWW!"

Sango just laughed. "There! All done!"

"Yea, and with a weeks worth of pain, no less. Wow, you're right, it is good." She turned around to get a view of the back of her head and rolled her eyes. "But not that good, Sango, so you can wipe that Ha-I'm-good-and-I-told-you-so grin off your face."

"Shut up. Now hurry up, oldie. I still gotta do your makeup and stuff! We only have three hours left!"

"Yea, only. How long do you need? A century! Seriously! AND I'M NOT OLD! Just cuz-"

"Blahblahblah. Just hurry up and stop blowing a gasket!" She pulled the girl back down into the chair and bent down to examine which eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara to use along with what color lipstick and picking up the blush.

"It shouldn't take too long, right Sango? I told you: light makeup only."

"Yea yea." She waved it off with her hand, already decided on what she was going to do. "Now, I'm going to do the lipstick first." Taking the tube, she twisted it out while Kagome prepared for the next layer of doom.

He growled a low and sinister growl.

"Goddamn it! Why do they have to keep us separated till the actual thing! You know, I never actually thought about it, but now that I do, I think that that's a really stupid tradition!"

Inuyasha rolled his eyes at the pacing man. "Just chill will you? Besides, think of it this way, it'll only make seeing her a bigger surprise." Didn't help. Oh well, he tried. "Why don't you sit down or something instead of wearing a hole in the floor?"

Miroku just shot him a glare.

"Or not. Just CHILL. Nothing's going to happen to her or what have you, and it's not like she's going to change her mind; she's had over two months to do that. Just relax and make the most of the rest of the time you have-"

"Oh please, Inuyasha. You'd be the only person to do that."

"Not really. Sango'd skin me alive if I ever did. And says the pervert that kept on groping-"

"Oh for goodness sakes, Inuyasha, just shut up. Now's not exactly the time to be funny."

Inuyasha just sighed. He looked at his watch. 4:45. Only one hour and fifteen more minutes of having to sit in a room with this.

"Oi, how about we go get drunk?"

Miroku just shot him another glare.

"…Just kidding."

"Are you done yet, Sango? I swear, you've spent twenty hours on my makeup! How much is there!"

"Oh please, Kagsy, don't be silly. We don't even have twenty hours. Geez, it's been like what? Ten minutes? Really. And it's light."

"Light in whose standards? A whore's or mine? And no way could it have been ten minutes."

"Mine. Now sit still, I'm almost done. And yes, it has. Well, technically it's been twelve now."

"I meant mine as in mine, not yours. And are you being cocky with me, little missy?" Kagome glared, well, tried to glare (Sango was applying her mascara so it wasn't smart to actually glare) at Sango, who finally finished.

"Oh please, Kagsy. Who are you calling "little missy" miss two-months-younger-than-me? Just cuz-"

"Yea yea. Whatever. Come on, my mom wants to talk to us before we finish."

"Alright." Sango stood up and brushed her hands. Kagome looked at her weird (there was nothing on her hands to brush off) and stood up as well. The ventured off to the parent's bedroom and found Kagome's mother.

"Oh…Kagome…you look so beautiful!" Kagome's mom ran up to Kagome and held her. "Oh…my baby's growing up!"

"Mom, you said that when I wore my first skirt."

"Well…yes…but this time you really are growing up. Kagome, this is a very big step in your life." She waved off her daughter's statement and willed herself not to cry. "And to think, I never thought that you and Roku…oh…!" Amaye squeezed her daughter (not too hard though, didn't want to mess up Sango's artwork) and decided that it was time to be serious. "Now, Kagome, I know it will be…tempting to…well, I'm sure you know what I'm saying, and I'm almost positive that you and Roku have already done so, but…well…just don't have sex until you two leave tomorrow."

Kagome's face turned red. "Mooom! Don't saaaay that!"

Amaye only waved off her daughter's embarrassment. "Honey, I know, you know, and I'm quite positive that Sango knows as well, that you and Roku can't really keep off each other. So, I'm only putting this one rule. After all, I'd like to sleep tonight. And think about it! Tomorrow you'll have all week to…do whatever you want!" Kagome burned some more, as did Sango. "Well, anyways, you two should probably head back and get Sango ready; the-well one hour now-is going to pass more quickly than you think!" Amaye winked at the two and all but pushed them out of the room. "I'm expecting the best!" And she shut the door, going to prepare herself as well.

And just like Kagome's mother, Amaye said, one hour did indeed pass quickly. So quickly, in fact, that it had Miroku and Kagome begging for more time.

"Oh my god, it's time already! You're kidding me! I'm not ready-"

"-At all! What if I mess up my lines? What if she says no last minute? What if-"

"-He decides that I'm not good enough for him anymore and just walks out of the building? I mean come on-"

"-Why would she love me? I'm just a stupid pervert and player who doesn't deserve love. Besides-"

"-What's so great about me? There are so many other girls out there who he can choose from-"

"-Why me?" Low and high ended on this note.

Sango rolled her eyes. "Do you really want me to explain again? Come on, Kagome, this is the fifth time you've asked this "rhetorical" question. If it weren't for the fact that this is your big day, I'd think that you were looking for praise." She joked to no avail. She sighed.

"Yea, sure, you've been an idiot in the past, and you've flirted with other, and yea, sure you're a pervert, but come on. I can't be the only one-hell, I'm not the only one-to say this, but ever since you and Kags started dating-for real, not that bet-date, that doesn't count since it was only for the bet-you haven't really been as player-ey. You haven't really looked at any girls since you two started going out. Even when you two broke up with each other for those-excruciatingly long and horrible-two months during college. I mean, I could tell that you weren't in love. Not like with you and Kagome."

"Besides, if he really extrememly wanted to change his mind, he could have called this off so many times before. I mean, this has been out in the open for…almost three months, Kags. In those three months, he could have noticed just how horrible you were-I'm only quoting you, Kags-and decided that he didn't want to go through with this! And he didn't! So that can only mean that he wants to go through with this!"

"So stop whining and get out there!" Sango and Inuyasha ended with a roll of their eyes, a look of encouragement, and went out of their respective rooms.

Guests littered the benches, both of them filled to the brim; just the way Kagome wanted it. Miroku and Sango's parents sat next to Inuyasha's brother, Sesshoumaru, and Sesshoumaru's wife, Kagura. Their daughter, Rin, was part of the ceremony and standing in the back, eager for it to begin. Souta stood next to her just as eager, albeit uncomfortable in the tux. He had complained (many times) earlier, but Inuyasha just spit out that if he had to suffer in his tux then Souta would too. Kagome's mother sat next to Sango's mother, and both had tissues out. Inuyasha was standing at the front of the room as was Sango, and Miroku fidgeted next to Inuyasha. Finally, the organ struck a note, and another note followed until the tune was ringing throughout the whole church.

Kagome's friends throughout her schooling career came, all in bridesmaid dresses, leading the way for Rin who was dancing happily and throwing flower petals everywhere. Then, when Kagome came in all her glory, Miroku looked up and took in her appearance. She looked beautiful in her light pink wedding dress. It was simplistic; no frills, puffs, or train, just a normal dress that went all the way down to the floor. It was slightly tighter at the bosom and flowed freely at the feet with a cut that was square-ish and didn't really show all that much cleavage (Miroku frowned slightly at that). Sango had done a wonderful job with her makeup-as Kagome wished, it was light; just a touch of eye shadow, mascara, and a light lipstick job. A small tiara was situated on the top of her head holding the veil in place. Miroku's breath hitched and all doubt fled his head.

Stepping up the one step, Kagome smiled shyly at Miroku and felt his hand take hers for confidence. They turned back to the front as the priest started talking.

"I do."

"I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

The crowd cheered as Miroku swooped down smoothly and kissed Kagome, even adding a little twist and making her bend backwards. "To the reception!" He cried, and, after picking up his bride bride-style, ran out the church and into the awaiting limo to bring them to Kagome's residence.

When they got in the car, Miroku shrugged off his tie and coat. "Ugh, finally." Kagome giggled.

"See, that's why I picked something more…reasonable, instead of those other wedding dresses that have everything complete with the train." She leaned to her right and snuggled into Miroku. "Finally…we're married…wow…" She unknowingly thought out loud.

Miroku chuckled. "Yea…I suppose I'm going to have to thank Inuyasha now for making that bet." He smiled and kissed his newly-pronouced wife.