AN: I'm so glad you all enjoyed the first chapter! Hope you like where it goes…;) By the way, anyone know any neato Japanese wedding traditions? I'm obviously using a Shinto wedding format for our heroes, but since this is all new stuff to me (as a Western writer, I only know Western weddings!) I'd love to learn more!

Disclaimer—I don't own Inuyasha.

"What do you think, Lady Sango?"

Sango shifted uncomfortably. "It's a little tight. And heavy." The pure white kimono was beautiful—it had silver and gold cranes and flowers embroidered in the silk. It was soft and luxurious, if not constricting about the hips. She'd yet to try on the uchikake—which was even more elaborate than the kimono itself—and was quite frankly hoping to skip that part right now.

"Loosen the obi a little bit," Kaede instructed the dressmaker. The dressmaker gave a toothless smile and obeyed.

"Can I go yet?" Sango asked, trying hard not to whine. Kirara mewed in agreement.

"Just a few moments more, Sango," Kaede replied patiently. "We just want to get it right."

"Really, it's fine," Sango said desperately. She eyed the matching headdress waiting in Akane's arms with trepidation. "I am set to go."

"Don't be shy, Lady Sango!" Akane chirped. "Don't you want to look beautiful for Lord Miroku?"

"It'll take a lot more than a fancy kimono and hat to do that," Sango said peevishly.

"I don't know, sis, I think you're being awfully hard on yourself,"

Sango whipped around in delight. "Kohaku!" She cried out, hopping down from low stool and embracing her brother.

Kohaku accepted the hug graciously and smiled. "I think you look pretty good in that, personally."

"Ugh," Sango replied, immediately stripping off the kimono. She pulled on her normal white and red outfit and hugged her brother again.

"Lady Sango, we're not finished," the dressmaker protested.

"I'll be back later," Sango promised though she already was planning on avoiding them for the rest of the day. She took her brother's arm and strolled out the door.

"I'm so glad you're here," She said to him happily. "Will you be here long?"

"Well of course, Miroku sent for me," Kohaku said cheerfully. "I wouldn't miss your wedding."

"Miroku…?" Sango asked, slightly stunned. She'd planned on sending for her brother herself but had gotten too caught up in the preparations. A warm smile formed on her face and her cheeks went pink.

Kohaku noticed. "I'm guessing that's a nice surprise," He teased.

She elbowed him in the ribs, causing him to grunt and feign injury. They laughed together.

"So it's next week, right?" Kohaku said conversationally. "Are you excited?"

"Oh yes!" Sango said in a falsely bright voice. Kohaku frowned at the obviously fake tone. Sango sighed, realizing her brother wasn't fooled at all.

"What's the problem?" He wanted to know.

"Nothing!" Sango insisted. "It's nothing."

"With women, it's never nothing," Kohaku said sagely causing his sister to raise an eyebrow. "Come on, spit it out. I can tell when you're troubled about something."

"I'm not troubled," Sango said automatically. "It's just…"

Kohaku gave her a sidelong glance. "You love him, don't you?"

Sango colored. "Well, yes…"

"You want to marry him, don't you?"

"Of course."

"You want to have his babies, right?"

"Kohaku!" Sango said outraged.

"You want to lie on a pallet at night and wait for him to—"

"Kohaku!" Sango shrieked. Kohaku grinned unabashed, rather enjoying his elder sister's reaction.

"You'd be surprised, sister," He said pleasantly. "How bawdy Totosai is."

Totosai had taken Kohaku under his tutelage. But now Sango was beginning to wonder whether that was a good idea at all.

"Enough," She told him sternly. "You shouldn't even know about…that. Anyway, it's none of the above. I just can't help but wonder if…it's even fair to him."

"Fair to him?" Kohaku's brow furrowed.

"If it's even fair for him to marry me," Sango clarified. "He's never had an interest in being with one woman and if he ever…strayed, I'd…I don't know what I'd do." She twisted her fingers anxiously. Kohaku stopped walking and hugged her.

"Honestly, sister," He smiled at her. "I wouldn't worry. He loves you. He's a flirt, yes, but he's lost all interest in other women. I think he's wanted to be with you from the beginning."

Sango rolled her eyes. "Lost all interest in other women—ha!"

"No, really," Kohaku continued. "The only reason he flirts nowadays is to get a reaction out of you."

"What?" Sango demanded and Kohaku grinned again mischievously. "How do you know?"

"He told me," Kohaku began to laugh. "Aw, sis, you should see your face!"

Sango attempted to smack him but he dodged her, still laughing. "I think I've had enough of you hanging around Miroku and Totosai!" She huffed.

Kohaku snickered and then paused. "Seriously, sis," He kissed her cheek. "Don't worry. Be happy. Now that Naraku's dead, it's freed up your time to worry about silly things. Just be glad that this is your biggest concern nowadays."

Sango smiled, he had a point. Kohaku expressed a wish to visit Inuyasha, so she let him go, feeling much lighter than she had.

Kohaku was right. She had nothing to fear. Miroku was hers, and hers alone. She decided to look for him, seeing as she hadn't seen him all day. She noticed him speaking to Kaede. Her heart warmed slightly. He glanced at her and smiled, beginning to walk towards her. She smiled back, her stomach already beginning to flip. She opened her mouth to call out to him—

When a large-breasted woman with far too much perfume pummeled into his side, hugging him tightly.

"Miroku!" The woman cried out. "I'm so glad to see you!"

Miroku stared at her in shock. "Misao?" He said dumbfounded. "What—what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" The woman pouted. "Isn't it obvious, my dear sweet Miroku? Why did you not send for me? Muushin told me that you were to be married! Oh Miroku, how could you?"

"Well, I…" Miroku stammered and at this point, Sango had had enough. She stormed over, fist clenched and ready to pound something, most likely her itinerant fiancé.

"Miroku," She said through gritted teeth. "Who is this?" She glared at the woman called Misao with open hatred, as she clung to Miroku's sleeve.

Miroku sighed. "Sango, I'd like you to meet my mother."

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