Joyous Day
It was a joyous day, they all agreed. That day, the younger brother of the head slayer had been married, to a beautiful, laughing girl who had been raised in the wilderness by a demon lord.
It was, they all agreed, a strange match.
The groom, nervous, stuttering, blushing; and the bride, breath-taking in a beautiful, silk wedding kimono…and bare feet.
Later, they all gathered around, eating and drinking sake and showering the blushing couple with congratulations.
One of the villagers, drinking sake, took a look around. "Heh. I see that demon left, thank the gods."
Kiare and Inuyasha exchange glances.
"He's not big on crowds," Kiare says dryly.
"He's not big on people," Inuyasha adds.
"Prefers the company of his own kind, probably," the man says.
There's a pause.
"No, he doesn't like them much, either," Kiare replies. She leans over to Inuyasha and whispers. "What does he think we are? Does he think the ears are part of our hairstyles, or what?"
Inuyasha shrugs.
"You should be more careful of your words, young man," Priestess Kaede says. "That demon ye speak of his the father of the bride."
The man spits sake all over her.
End
A/N – Hee.