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Title: In Pursuit of Happiness
Author: Gladiel
Series: Inuyasha
Genre: Romance, Humor
Pairing: Sesshoumaru x Kagome
Rating: M
Chapter Summary: Hazy memories piece together to complete a part of the puzzle. Old friends - or enemies - visit uninvited. When in-laws come like enraged bulls (or so it seems) charging at your door, married life can't get any better.

Please note the rating above. It applies to this chapter now. :)

IN PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS
chapter nine
an unexpected interlude

"Oi, Sesshoumaru! What did you do this time? Father seems furious. Says he's coming home at the next flight from New York. All the while you were the smart brother figure and I have no idea what you did that made him want to hop on the very first plane available. Sesshoumaru? Oi! Say something, you asshole!"

Sesshoumaru's brother? Kagome's heart beat wildly. Father coming home. An ass calling over the phone. Her brain repeated the same words over and over, like a broken recorder. Father coming home. An ass calling over the phone. If she weren't in such a situation, an unclear position with an unexpected call to handle, she would've laughed at the obvious differences between their characters. The man on the other end of the line was rough and loud, not to mention he uses a most interesting language. Sesshoumaru, on the other hand, was cool, composed, collected, unruffled, and silent – traits that would best describe a hunter of the night.

Sesshoumaru would never say "asshole". Probably. His form of insult would be, "You're nothing but a second-rate posterior to the hips." His voice would be icy – no, deadly. And he wouldn't say ass. Kagome has never heard him utter the word "ass." He was the sort of intellectual individual who'd use posterior to the hips; something fancy that would drive confusion into a person, rather than insult. But his looks, his eyes and his expression, will force his victim to acknowledge the point – or to get the message across.

Wait. Something's terribly wrong with that picture.

"Call me an ass when you've grown a better head." Was that something he'd rather say?

Kagome took a deep breath. Something about Sesshoumaru rubbed off on her, she supposed, since if she answered the call, say, three weeks ago, she would've slammed it down angrily, cursing words in the process.

With Sesshoumaru, all she was able to say was 'bastard' at most, despite the fact that she knew more. That was something she was superior in Sesshoumaru, she mused. But it wasn't exactly something that made her feel accomplished.

Kagome shook her head.

Sesshoumaru cooties. Ugh.

"May I know who this is?" Kagome finally asked, after what seemed to be a minute-long pause.

"Ha?" a baffled voice over the line asked. "Sesshoumaru?"

Kagome arched an eyebrow. "Yes. I recently had a vocal chord surgery. What a success, don't you think? I sound like a girl now."

"Bitch! You think I'm goddamn stupid?"

"From your earlier, er, message, I assume you're his brother? How can sarcasm be an alien concept for you?"

"Hell, what's a woman doing there?"

He doesn't know. Good gods. Was she supposed to break the story? No, she should leave family matters to family.

"Are you the cleaner lady?" he asked in a dubious tone.

Bingo. "Er, yes! Yes sir!" She's not explaining things to Sesshoumaru's immediate family. That problem was his and his to handle.

The man grumbled from the other line. "You have that kind of attitude? For a cleaner, you've got no manners, bitch."

Alright. Kagome took another deep breath. She'd let that pass. Giving away to emotion would most likely complicate the situation. "Should I simply pass the message to Sesshoumaru-sama?" she asked calmly.

"Tell him his brother called." He was annoyed, Kagome assumed from the sound of his voice. Let him be. He hung up. No 'thank you'. No 'good byes'.

As soon as the line went busy, Kagome dialed Sesshoumaru's number. She bit her lip while waiting. Sesshoumaru's brother just said that their father was coming home, right? Dammit. How many hours does it take for a plane from New York to arrive in Japan? She'd never been to the US. The farthest she went to was China. It was farther than Okinawa.

"The number you have dialed cannot be reached."

She pressed redial. "The number you have dialed cannot be reached." No, she shouldn't give up. Kagome tried to call again but she received the same message. The third try gave her hope: his phone rang. Yes!

However, much to her disappointment, the person she needed to pass on an immediate message to did not pick up the phone. Damn Sesshoumaru. What the hell did he have a mobile phone for?

But still. There must be hope. There must, Kagome said to herself firmly. Else, she'd go crazy.

She kept dialing until she gave up on what seemed to be the twentieth time. "Damn," she cussed, slamming the phone down with nearly all her force, momentarily forgetting that she probably should've have done that. "What do I do now?" Kagome checked the time on her wristwatch. It was 7.00 pm.

She stared at the phone and picked it up. It was still working.

She sighed. How late would Sesshoumaru possibly be? Maybe he'd have a meeting that could last for three hours. He'd have dinner someplace for another hour. Then he'd be home at about 11.00 pm. That wasn't too long for her, right?

BUT DAMMIT. HIS DAD MIGHT BE COMING ANY HOUR NOW.

She could take a nap. That's it, Kagome decided. That'll be the perfect way to calm herself, recompose herself, and to enable herself to think rationally and carefully. She didn't live with Souta anymore; she wasn't with her little brother who reminded her not to act upon impulses, not to charge on unsuspecting individuals deserving of a good shout on the ear.

Kagome gathered the used bowl and spoon and washed it before dumping it inside the dishwasher to dry. It was too late before it occurred to her that she could've put it in soon after she used the eating utensils.

Stupid Kagome!

After brushing her teeth and doing her nightly toiletries, she crawled under the soft and warm covers of her bed. Exhaustion conquered worry and sleep came without difficulty.

Being rich was an extremely tedious life, was her last thought before drifting off to sleep.


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Sesshoumaru rubbed his forehead and rested his elbow on the side of the car. The deals and talks with Hideki Industries were becoming strained. Naraku wanted a merging of the two companies or, if not, for the Yokoba family to sell it.

Sesshoumaru received a copy of the accounts of Hideki Industries and it was far from being pleasant. The group had ugly strings tied to the underground Mafia and he suspected that Naraku unearthed information regarding the current projects of the Yokoba Group of Companies and there was an unmistakable desire in him to gain control of it. If he did, an ugly picture between the Asian countries, especially China, would arise.

He knew that Naraku was a very passionate man. Sesshoumaru had been trying to keep the relationship between the two companies smooth and peaceful but if Naraku resorts to something drastic, he'd be prepared. The Hideki's would never give hollow threats but Sesshoumaru wasn't an easy man to defeat. Although Naraku was affiliated with yakuza, Sesshoumaru kept strings with the Chinese and the Chinese mafia. It was a long-standing connection between the two families for generations. But he'd rather not involve others, foreigners especially. Sesshoumaru did not trust them. Time may have held the two families together but loyalty can be washed away with it, for ambition and greed would always have the stronger knot.

He pulled out his cell phone and checked for messages. Eighteen missed calls. It came from home. What was wrong now? He sat staring at the device with distaste.

Problems and trouble were starting to pile on his doorstep that Sesshoumaru found the thought infuriating. He returned the call but no one answered the phone. Was she asleep? At ten o'clock? Never mind. He'd ask when he arrived home.

He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He didn't say anything to the woman but he was starting to remember things. And those things were connected to how they came to their present situation. He remembered the exclusive club. He faintly remembered saying something to the woman. He saw a smile. He couldn't decipher fact from fiction but Higurashi said something about…


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His father really never gave up. That infuriated him. He had done everything his father told him to do ever since he was a child. He respected his father and when he decided to bring Inuyasha and his mom into the family, Sesshoumaru did not rebel. He didn't openly go against his new 'mother'. When she passed away He accepted the event as it was. He attended the schools his father carefully selected for him and majored at the courses his father wanted him to. But to force Sesshoumaru to marry – to the point of threatening to disown him – that was unacceptable.

Did that make him ungrateful? No, he didn't think so. Sesshoumaru grew up to be a good son. He helped his father with the company and even made contracts with the Military. Their company flourished. Their status rose and their connections broadened. Sesshoumaru was the obedient son.

However, Sesshoumaru knew his father well. He was serious. After Sesshoumaru turned down every marriage proposal his father made, his father decided to mend his will, just in case, and firmly told Sesshoumaru that he'd disown his son if wedding plans weren't made before autumn. He was giving his son merely a few months to get engaged.

Sesshoumaru ordered for another drink. "Another glass, please."

"Sir," said the man over the counter before giving him a refilled glass. Sesshoumaru took it and drank while wishing that the brown envelope before him would miraculously catch flames. His father had a marriage paper sent just to taunt him.

He did not have time for women. He was still thirty and his current ambitions did not include a wife and family. If he, Sesshoumaru, would fake a wedding arrangement, would it work? He finished the glass of alcohol, slamming it down in anger. No, it probably wouldn't. Even if he was an accomplished and powerful man, he was still a cub as compared to the alpha male that was his father.

He realized he was independent and yet dependent at the same time. He'd live without the approval of his father but he'd die without it as well.

"So, you have problems as well, huh?"

It was a voice of a woman. Sesshoumaru twisted his head to the left and saw her sitting down cross-legged. She was wearing a beige top, its edges laced with an old-rose color and patterned with tiny russet flowers, and aquamarine pants that fit well with her slender legs. Her long black hair flowed in dark waves behind her back and her face was painted a saturnine expression.

She, too, was drinking like there was no tomorrow. It was as if five glasses of alcohol would be enough to wash all her troubles away.

"What is it? Work? A woman? Family?" she inquired.

Sesshoumaru grunted. "All of them."

She winced. "Ahh…you have it ba-a-ad." She said, drawling on the 'a' and soon halved the glass with one go while eying him. "You look rich."

He regarded her coolly. "This is an exclusive club." What did she expect? Of course he'd have the money.

She returned her attention to her glass. "I have a rich friend. His family owns a hospital. I have access to this 'exclusive' place. I'm not rich." Sesshoumaru wasn't sure if the woman was being proud about it or she was feeling pitiful or indebted with every word she added. "So…you have problems with work?"

"Humph. A woman like you wouldn't understand."

She smiled. It was a curve that emanated bitterness. "Tell me about it."

Something about the woman pricked his curiosity. "Why are you drinking to death, woman?"

"I'd ask the same about you, you cold jack-ass." She was playing with the glass, sliding it left and right on the counter. "No, I'd guess. Give me three chances."

Sesshoumaru was amused. He ignored the pretty name she called him. "Go ahead."

"If you're rich and you have woman problems, family problems, and work problems, the first possibility is…you can't marry the woman you love because she's beneath you. Your family are against the match and they have forced you away from each other." She looked at him expectantly.

He arched an eyebrow. It sounded exactly like a soap opera. "Try again."

"No?" the woman sighed. "Your woman left you for your older brother because she learned that he's the one to inherit the company. Broken hearted, you did something rash," she shook her head, "and resigned. But now you regret it because aside from having no woman, you're jobless as well."

"And from which drama was that?"

"What? Still not it?" The woman shrugged.

"I'm the eldest brother. And I have no woman."

"There's one reason left, then."

She said it with confidence that Sesshoumaru was captivated. "Well? What's the last reason?"

"You're being forced to marry by your family and they've threatened to disown you if you didn't."

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes. A grin stretched wide on her face. "I got it, didn't I?"

"Woman, you watch too many dramas."

"Japanese drama's good but I prefer Korean. Their romances usually have that flair of extremes. First time I've met someone in a similar predicament in real life though," she said before sticking her tongue out. "I've no job, no boyfriend…" she started to ramble. "And a brother to send to college." She glanced teasingly at him. "I'm a virgin too," she whispered.

He turned sharply to look at her. She was fair, he assessed, but there were traces of maturity in there, tinged with the faded vigor of youth. The mood she was in probably affected her physical features at that moment, but she seemed like a woman neither too young nor too old but burdened with what life had to pile over her shoulders.

"What? It's rude to stare, you know."

"How old are you?" he was forced to ask. She seemed to be in her mid-twenties but her actions made him doubt. She was playful and teasing, but he wondered if it was caused by a number of drinks. Something about her day made her look quite haggard, but as he first assessed she seemed to be somewhere in between.

She winked. "It's a secret." She sighed before returning to her drink, hiding beneath a web of silence. She was staring at an unknown distance, her eyes lost in a world he did not touch. He scrutinized her more closely now, slipping past the first-glance exterior. Her lips were full and red; her skin seemed smooth and fair. He wondered how long the legs were beneath the pants; how sweet her lips would taste; and beneath the shirt that kept her clad…

She was also unconsciously seductive.

The woman caught him staring. Her eyes glowed with curiosity and, for a few seconds, excitement. She knew what he was thinking. It was evident in his expression. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was desperation that they both felt. They have repressed a want for freedom, change, and passion. They fulfilled roles that other people around them wanted them to; they have been what others expect. Temptation flung its charm; the forbidden fruit sat on its throne alluring.

Sesshoumaru felt the impulse to plant her a kiss, attraction tugging him like a magnet. He leaned forward, tipped her head towards him with his fingers, pressed his lips on her own and urged her to open them to respond. The woman was caught unexpected but she, too, soon gave in to the invitation. Passion tied the two strangers into a knot and at that moment they both shared the desire to be someone else, to release the Phoenix that resided in every man and woman. Despite the driving force of lust, however, the kisses remained harsh and cold, forceful and domineering. As if it was their outlet for comfort, a substitute for anger, and the fulfillment of want.

"There are rooms upstairs," he suggested between kisses.

She pushed him gently forward, rationality filtering against the haze of instinct. "No, I promised myself not to do this until I'm married," she said, panting.

He looked at her with disbelief. "People like you still exist?" Nevertheless, he handed her the brown envelope. "And if I say a marriage contract's inside?" Without further adieu, she pulled it from his hands. "Give me a pen," she demanded. He swiftly took one from his coat pocket and handed it to her. Although dizzy, she was able to recognize the blanks that required her signature and information, filled it out, then returned the pen to him. Sesshoumaru did the same.


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Did he ask Ah-Un to drive them to the registration office after that, or straight home? But the marriage was registered, as he checked a few days before, so someone must have dropped it there. His memories stopped at the club's counter and everything else was hazy. But now he was sure that he signed it. Which meant that Higurashi was telling the truth. It was as if fate played them a prank that everything they needed to get 'married' was with their reach that night. How many glasses of alcohol did he have, exactly? Sesshoumaru could not find the rational side of his that usually kept him from making disastrous mistakes.

It would be amusing to observe Higurashi while she tried to remember the events from that night. Her concern over those related subjects kept him from boredom that Sesshoumaru had already decided that he'd keep his memories to himself for the time being. An angry Higurashi, a bitter Higurashi, a confused Higurashi – she had twisted and turned his once monotonous life.

When he arrived at the flat, the lights were off. He remembered the seemingly urgent phone calls. He decided to check on Kagome and, true enough, the woman was already asleep. If she could sleep then whatever it was, it probably was something to be told in the morning instead. As he passed by the kitchen to get a glass of water, he saw the box of cereals resting on top of the counter. There weren't any recently cleaned pans or pots either. He opened the rice cooker. It was empty.

Didn't she know how to cook? Yes, he vaguely remembered it was an anti-stress drug of hers. Did she eat cereals for dinner? Yes. The evidence in the kitchen was enough to reach that conclusion. Was the woman going on a diet? No, it can't be. There were potato chips in the pantry, bought by no one else but her. She indulged herself with chocolates and, from experience, never starved herself to slimness.

He furrowed his eyebrows. Higurashi Kagome was, no doubt, an enigma.


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He woke up because of a loud rapping on the door accompanied by a voice in urgency. "Sesshoumaru! Wake up!"

He pulled the pillow underneath him and put it over his head, trying to keep the noise away. The woman was too loud at an early hour, he thought irritably. The sun wasn't even up yet.

"Sesshoumaru! If you aren't up by five seconds, I'm going in! This is important, alright?"

He grudgingly pulled the covers of the bed. "Gods, woman, what is it?"

She opened the door and turned on the light. He blinked, trying to adjust to the room's sudden brightness.

"Your brother called last night! Your father—" she stopped when she saw his half-undressed form, his elbow on the bed, carrying the weight of his body. His silver-like hair, strands obviously smooth, fell in different directions. Some covered the left side of his face while others just fell on his back.

She just woke him up, no doubt about that. But it was so frustrating that even in that disordered state of his, he can be as beautiful as than the award-winning Korean actor in The King and the Clown (whose picture that she kept inside her wallet to admire when she had nothing to do - but Kagome will never reveal that to anyone. Least of all her husband. Her brother said it was childish. She thought it was normal. Wasn't it?). And Lee Junki was most definitely one of the hottest men in the world. If not for his legs. But that wasn't the point.

How could she even be comparing him to a metrosexual idol in the situation they were in?

"Put a shirt on," she demanded.

Sesshoumaru ignored her request. "Just tell me, what is it?" He glanced at the digital clock that rested on his side-table. 5.48 a.m.

Sesshoumaru was appalled. Good god, it wasn't even six.

"Well, see, I received a phone call yesterday. It was your brother!" Kagome explained frantically. "He said he thought you were the good brother figure but then he asked what's up with your father hopping on the next flight to Japan from New York. Saying something about you. Whatdoifuckingdo?" Kagome stopped, breathless. "Did you get what I said?"

He stepped out of the covers and out of the bed within a few seconds, his expression hard. "Perfectly."

"How long before your father gets here?"

Sesshoumaru knew why his father was mad. He had a so-called wedding and he wasn't invited. He of all people. His father. It's not as if Sesshoumaru had it planned, did he? But things had to be explained to the Patriarch of the family, for Yokoba Sesshoumaru never acted rashly. His father had set expectations and he expected that there would be a wedding wherein he was going to be part of its planning and its execution (how could he think otherwise? Sesshoumaru, as Inuyasha would probably describe, was a 'perfect son'.), and his expectations were always met. But, as things turned out, Sesshoumaru and Kagome jumped into matrimony without anyone knowing. And their rational selves where one of those who "knew nothing."

"I'll call my brother," he said as he marched towards his desk. Kagome stood by the door, staring dumbly. There were no signs of panic or fear in this man that she called her husband. Kagome had to admit; Sesshoumaru was a man to be admired.

"There is no time to be complaining, you idiot," he was saying over the phone. Kagome could imagine a grumbling guy on the other line, probably saying something in the lines of, "It's not even six in the morning, you jack-ass!"

"Tell me, what exactly did father say?" Sesshoumaru asked in a strong, frigid voice. "Don't even try my patience, brother."

Kagome strained to hear Sesshoumaru's reply to the report of his brother.

"What flight did he say he was going on? You don't know? I've overestimated you," he said scathingly. "I've miscalculated, once again."

Kagome cringed. That has got to hurt. So he was losing his composure? If she wasn't mistaken, there was a hint of anger in Sesshoumaru's voice.

He ended their conversation with an unfriendly apology, more forced than polite, for waking his brother up. He strode towards the bathroom.

"What should I do?" Kagome, asked, confused and lost without a command from him as to what she should do.

"Call Jaken and tell him to know which flight my father took. Take a shower; get dressed."

"A—alright." That was easy enough.

"Remember your dramas," he added in what seemed to be an afterthought. "And how it was to fall in love."

Well, that should be easy too, she hoped. "Hey, am I the only one to do the 'falling-in-love' thing?" she asked, eye brows creased.

"Yes."

"That's unfair!" she folded her arms in protest.

"Whom do you think this Sesshoumaru loves best?" he asked, pausing just a few inches away from the bathroom door.

Kagome sighed, answering wearily. "Himself."

He nodded, his face straight and silently grim. "Then we have nothing to argue about."

"Yessir," Kagome muttered in gritted teeth.


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An hour and a half passed before Sesshoumaru received a call from Jaken. Privately, Jaken was grateful for his employer's level of influence. He never would've received exact information regarding Yokoba-sama's flight.

"Thank you, Jaken. That shall be enough. And please inform Enju that I will not be going to the office today." Sesshoumaru put the phone back to the receiver.

"What time?" Kagome asked, dread and nervousness burst into butterflies in her stomach. "Did he get the time?"

"My father will be here this afternoon. However, he'd most likely drop us a personal visit this evening," he explained as he arranged the books he returned to his study. "He won't call. He doesn't like handling family matters over the phone."

"And I should find that reassuring?" Kagome took in deep breaths. "Meeting your father up close and personal is something I really wouldn't choose over a ballistic parent over the phone."

His eyes looked at her sharply. "You're hyperventilating."

She was walking around in a small circle, taking in deep breaths, pounding the palm of her hand on her chest in a continual rhythm. She shook her head. "I'm just nervous. Extremely nervous."

He marched towards her, put his hands on her shoulders, and forced her to a stop. "Higurashi, the last thing I need is a wife in the hospital. Breathe through your nose slowly – and deep. Go on, breathe."

"I'm—I'm doing it."

"Good. I need you to keep your head together, please."

Kagome paused, mouth wide open, in the middle of breathing. Please? Now she was hearing things? Unfortunately she was never able to confirm its validity because at that second the doorbell rang.

And it rang again continuously for four times.

"Shit. Who's that idiot at the door?" Kagome muttered to herself as she trudged ever so slowly just to keep whoever was behind it waiting. "Wait there, you ass."

Sesshoumaru kept his position, watching Kagome turn right at the corridor, amusement hidden behind his eyes. He knew she was purposely keeping the person waiting by taking slow steps to the door. It was, in his point of view, ridiculously childish.

"HOLY KING OF BASTARDS!"

Thinking there was a problem, since the woman's outburst didn't seem to be exactly called for, Sesshoumaru rushed to the door.

"It's been ten years and you're still wearing that hideous hairstyle!" he heard Kagome continue. Who was at the door?

To Sesshoumaru's confusion, there was his brother standing on the doorway.

Inuyasha, with a confused expression, stared in disbelief. "Damn it to hell, what's wrong with my hair? What the fuck are you doing here?" He backed off a few steps, twisting his head to the left and right of the hall, as if to check if he was in the wrong floor. "Is this a stupid apparition or what?" He stared at Kagome. "Came to haunt me from the dead?"

"What is your business here, Inuyasha?" Sesshoumaru asked, confirming Inuyasha's uncertainty in his present location. "And tone down your morning greeting. You'll scare the neighbors into thinking there's a terrorist."

Inuyasha let the insult pass – he couldn't grasp the situation in its entirety. "Sesshoumaru? What are you doing with this woman?"

"I have a name, damn you. And I'm fully alive and healthy, thank you very much."

Inuyasha's forehead wrinkled. "Kagome? The Higurashi Kagome? Oh Holy Queen of Bitches?"

"Haha," Kagome said scornfully before closing the door on the face of whom she considered an invader.

"Oi, open up!" Inuyasha shouted from outside, pounding at the door. "Damn you, Kagome, this is ridiculous!"

"Do you know him, Sesshoumaru?" she asked with a bored tone.

"Do you—" he began, but Kagome continued without waiting for his answer. "No? Nor do I. I guess it's some stranger who lost his way."

Sesshoumaru regarded the situation coolly. So they knew each other. Ten years ago. And it seemed that it wasn't on the best terms either. That he understood for he couldn't think of anyone who could be able to keep a civil relationship with a man like Inuyasha. There were more important things in hand, however, and all the noise Inuyasha's pounding was making was starting to irritate him.

"Open the door, Higurashi."

Kagome pouted, like a kid being forced to eat her vegetables. Wordlessly she opened the door. "What do you want?"

Inuyasha was fuming. "What the hell are you and my brother doing in the same freaking room?"

"'Brother'? What do you mean brother?" Kagome repeated.

"We need to talk," Sesshoumaru said to Inuyasha.

"Hell, you've got some explaining to do, Sesshoumaru."



to be continued…

REVIEW REPLIES

"I dont really like how Kgomes character is shes so freking anoying I stop reading this fanfic after chapter 2 because her character got on my goddam nerves.And how can she be ok. with just loosing her virginity like that!"

A: That's a rather closed-minded view of cultures, in my humble opinion. Cultures vary from country to country. If at the west they are more open about sex, a few Asian countries and other cultures still hold a conservative view on the subject itself (not that I'm saying that Japan as a whole would be one of those.). The country where I live would be a perfect example, but it isn't limited only to that. People also has their individual principles they try to live out. If you'd get annoyed with Kagome's reaction then you most probably won't be able to survive my country's culture. : )

If Kagome's upbringing was slightly different from most Japanese girls today (considering the Japanese's sex culture), you won't understand her if you simply look at her character in one point of view. Try to understand the varieties in upbringing, traditional and contemporary practices, as well as the environment she possibly lived in.

But of course, we're all entitled to our own opinions.

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"but i think you should just say god instead of "gooses" or whatever. not many ppl would fingd it offensive."

A: I wasn't trying to make the expression sound offensive. It was merely an…expression. : )

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"Lol but will the issue of how they were both married over night with no memories over be resolved?"

A: I covered a big part of it in this chapter.

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I'm also a bit confused, did they, or didn't they, or do they just not know... if they consumated the marriage? I seem to remember there is conflicting information on this in different chapters.

A: It seems that both Kagome and Sesshoumaru's attention got waylaid. I've started to tackle the issue. I hope it clears a few things up.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Finals are over and the results aren't too bad - except for Economics and Philosophy, which were my lowest marks. --;; Otherwise, I'd say my test results were good. I'm leaving for a five-day retreat in Baguio next week so I don't know if I'll be writing then. Probably not. ; This chapter had been half-written a month ago already, actually, but I was never quite sure how to finish it or end it, until today. Heh. :P

Comments and reviews are always welcome.

Edited on: December 9, 2006