Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha or the plot of Pride and Prejudice
Sorry for the massive delay! Pretty much everything's been on hold for A-levels... However, I am now footloose and fancy-free and ready to write my way through the summer!
"Goodnight Mama, Grandpa, Rin," said Kagome and Sango when they arrived home.
They hurried up the stairs to Kagome's room before anyone could ask any questions. Sango shut the door behind them and then began to pace backwards and forwards as Kagome slumped into a chair by the fire.
"I have never been so offended in all my life!" exclaimed Sango at length.
She sat down opposite Kagome upon observing how dejectedly she was looking into the flames.
"But pray, tell me, Kagome. How did Mr Inuyasha wrong you, for you to speak so angrily to him?" she asked with concern.
"It was you he was offending, he spoke disrespectfully of you and I overheard," replied Kagome, frowning at the memory and reluctant to repeat his words to Sango.
"What do they mean coming here and insulting us like this?" said Sango, rising from her seat in agitation to resume pacing. "In any case I daresay they will not stay here long, not now that they are despised by the whole neighbourhood for their disgraceful conduct."
"I doubt gentlemen such as themselves will be deterred by local opinion," interjected Kagome, with a weak smile. "At least their true character has been made known."
"Before either of us could form a serious attachment to them, you mean?" said Sango, frowning slightly.
"Yes," agreed Kagome, also frowning.
Meanwhile...
Lord Sesshoumaru strode impatiently into the principal sitting room of Mr Miroku's new home of Netherfield Park, followed by Mr and Mrs Naraku. Mr Miroku, his sister and Mr Inuyasha had decided to take a short moonlit stroll to clear their heads, and in the case of the gentlemen, to try and avoid the Lord's inevitable scolding.
"Damn tedious waste of an evening!" announced the intoxicated Mr Naraku before stumbling off to find his bedchamber.
The Lord stood straight-backed beside the fireplace as his eyes brooded unreadable over the flames. Mrs Naraku cast her own about the room as she tried to find a topic of conversation.
"So how did you find the famous Higurashi beauties?" she asked scathingly.
"I found little beauty in their breeding at all," he said decisively, without averting his gaze from the flames. "Their looks were little far removed from those of common peasant girls."
"You are too cruel, Sesshoumaru," she jeered, laughing deliciously. "I wonder what family connections they actually have?!"
Their derisions were cut short on the arrival of the walking party. Miss Kikyo sat herself on the sofa next to her sister and the two gentlemen took the opposite sofa, avoiding the icy glare of Lord Sesshoumaru. He moved as if to speak to them.
"There's no need to chide them further, my Lord," interrupted Kikyo, looking fondly for a moment on Mr Inuyasha. "I have already wrought a promise from them to behave in a more gentlemanlike manner in future."
Lord Sesshoumaru bowed curtly to her and then swept somewhat irritably from the room.
"Curse my brother! snarled Inuyasha dismissively. "Why did he come in the first place if he's going to be like that all the time?!"
"He has good reason to be furious!" exclaimed Mrs Naraku. "After that humiliating scene you two caused tonight. Honestly! I've never been so glad to leave a place in my life!"
Inuyasha stared guiltily at the floor, remembering Miss Kagome's disgusted and furious face as she defended her sister's honour. He supposed she must hate him now.
Mr Miroku, however, soon revived his good cheer.
"Ah, I confess myself quite lapsed in the art of polite society!" he conceded dramatically, with a sigh. "Will I ever win Miss Sango's heart?"
"Not if you continue to act as you did tonight," replied Kikyo sternly.
"Dear brother!" exclaimed Mrs Naraku. "Pray discover the nature of her connections before even contemplating something so rash and foolhardy!"
Miroku appeared not to hear her, he was lost in his own lecherous fantasies.