If there was such a thing as perfection, Inuyasha thought to himself contentedly, this was it. He was lounging in a large oak tree, enjoying the spring breeze and the warm golden sunlight that filtered through the branches. Kagome—who had finally returned from her time—rested comfortably in his arms. The heavenly scent of her hair and the feel of her body curled against his completed the picture. Everything was perfect...but then Kagome let out a long sigh.

He stiffened automatically. His experience with the opposite sex had taught him that sighing was almost never a good sign.

"What's wrong?" he asked warily.

"Nothing." She sighed again, setting him further on edge. "I just wish we could have a real wedding, that's all."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "A...wetting?"

"Wedding," she corrected. "It's a special ceremony where two people get married. It's usually in a church, and all your friends and family come to watch. There's flowers and the girl wears a special dress, and, well...it's magical."

A faint memory niggled at the back of his mind. "I think I saw something like that once...in the little box at your house."

"On the TV?"

"Yeah, that," he said absently, the wheels on his head already starting to turn. "Hey...Kagome?"

"Yes?"

"What if we had a wedding...you know, here?"

"Could we really?" The hope in her voice made up his mind once and for all.

"Of course," he said. "I'll plan everything, just leave it to me."

He swiftly gathered up his friends, calling them for a meeting in Kaede's humble home. "Alright, listen up," he began. "We're going to plan a wedding for Kagome." And then he explained everything while the others listened attentively.

"Kagome-sama's country certainly has some strange customs," Miroku said at length, shaking his head.

"Will you help or not?" he asked impatiently.

"For Kagome-chan, I'll do it," Sango said, while the rest nodded their agreement.

"Great, then let's get to work."

The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear. The villagers had generously lent them the council building to use for the event. It wasn't a church, but it was the most impressive building in the rural village. The flowers that Shippo and Kirara had picked adorned the room, and all of the attendees were dressed in their finest black clothes. Miroku stood solemnly at the front of the room, looking over his script one final time. And at the center of it all was the box—built and carefully carved through hours of his hard labor. It wasn't nearly as fancy as the one he had seen in Kagome's time, but he was proud of the result, nonetheless.

The doors swung open and Kagome entered, looking breathtaking in a black kimono with a pale cherry blossom print. Her eyes swept the room and he thought he saw confusion, but he quickly discarded the idea. She was probably so overwhelmed with amazement that she didn't know how to react. Yes, that must be it.

She walked down the center of the room, skirting awkwardly around the box, and came to stand beside him.

"Inuyasha," she said in a low voice, "why—?"

Her question cut off in a yelp as he scooped her up and plopped her into the box. As he thought, she was a perfect fit. He had worked hard to get the measurements just right.

"Inuyasha." She spoke louder this time. "What is this?"

"It's the box for your wedding, obviously. Now lay down and close your eyes like you're supposed to. Oh, and don't forget to put your arms like this." He crossed his arms across his chest to show her.

She stared at him blankly. "Inuyasha...could it be that what you saw on the TV wasn't a wedding, but a funeral?"

"A fwoonroll?" The word felt strange on his tongue. "What's that? Is it a type of wedding?"

He froze when she suddenly covered her eyes with her hands and doubled over, her shoulders shaking violently.

Uh-oh. Not good.

"Kagome?" He bent down, trying to see her face. "Are you, uh, crying?"

"I'm sorry." She looked up and he saw, with mingled relief and confusion, that she was laughing, not crying. "It's just so absurd...I couldn't help it. But it's...it's so like you, Inuyasha." She burst into giggles once more.

"Did I mess something up?" he asked, ears drooping slightly in disappointment.

She shook her head, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. "No, it's perfect. Really. But can you get me out of this...box, please?"

Not knowing what else to do, he lifted her out and set her on her feet.

"Well then," Miroku said in a loud voice, "let's begin the ceremony, shall we?" He cleared his throat. "We are gathered here today to pay tribute to Kagome-sama—beloved daughter, sister, and friend—and to commit her into God's hands. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."

Inuyasha listened approvingly. It was all exactly as he remembered. He had somehow messed up the part with box, but surely this would please Kagome.

He was startled when Kagome put up a hand to stop Miroku. Her face was oddly contorted, and he realized that she was once again holding back peals of laughter. "You know what?" she said in a strained voice. "How about we just kiss and call it a day?"

"Are you really fine with that, Kagome? I thought—"

She stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips against his, immediately silencing any further protests.

The newlyweds exited the building hand in hand—Kagome still dissolving into occasional bouts of giggles and Inuyasha still very, very confused. But as long as Kagome was happy, that was enough for him.

Author's Note: I've been re-watching Inuyasha, and this idea hit me like a truck a few nights ago and all but demanded to be written. From conception to final edits, I've never completed any story so fast. My Big Fat Feudal Wedding has had me laughing from start to finish, and I hope it amused you as well. Please leave a review to let me know what you think!