Can't Forget You

My Darkest Days

Is everything you see, reminding you of me?
Does it hurt when you breathe too?
Cause it does when I do, cause it does when I do.
When anybody says your name I wanna run away,
I keep remembering I can't forget you

It was the day of Sango's bachelorette party and Kagome wasn't feeling up to doing much partying that night.

The priestess was now staying with the engaged couple at Miroku's place. It was a decent sized penthouse atop one of the taller buildings in Tokyo. Miroku was a rather wealthy business man who owned a company that focused on buying old warehouses and remodeling them into night clubs.

Kagome had her own room and bathroom, though she might as well have had the whole place to herself. Miroku was at work most of the time, readying things for when he left on his honey moon and Sango was out doing last minute wedding preparations and working still at her family gym.

It seemed that no matter how Kagome preoccupied herself, her thoughts drifted back to him. It had been a week, and though it was easier, she still found it hard to breathe or listen to certain songs without spontaneously bursting into tears.

Sango's name flashed on Kagome's phone and she picked it up when it started to ring. "Hello?"

Her bestfriend's voice was cheery on the other end of the line. "Hey Kagome, whatcha up to?"

Kagome looked down at her pajama bottoms and stained tank-top. How long exactly had she been in the same outfit and when was the last time she showered? There were empty cartons of ice-cream and bottles of soda littering her bedroom floor. "Uh, just watching some T.V."

It wasn't a lie, for on the screen was The Notebook. There was also a smudge of melted cookies and cream ice-cream on the screen and a matching carton on the ground right under the entertainment center, and Kagome had 'no clue' how either got there.

"Well you better get your ass up and start getting ready, we've got a party to go to tonight and you're the guest of honor!"

Kagome rolled her eyes as if Sango could see her. "You're the bride, not me."

"Yeah, but you're my bridesmaid of honor, so you're important too." Sango responded, as if it were the most logical thing ever.

"I don't even know what I'm going to wear, or how I'll do my hair."

There was a sigh. "Look, Kagome, I know this whole thing with Inuyasha," Kagome visibly flinched. "has gotten you pretty down. And everyone understands why, but you can't let it stop you from going on with your life. "

Kagome didn't respond. Sango's words were the truth, but they didn't hurt any less because of it. In fact, they probably hurt worse.

"Tonight is something you were planning to do since before anything happened, and it's my one and only bachelorette party. Please promise me that you'll at least try to have fun. For me?"

The heartbroken girl nodded more to herself than in an answer. "Okay, I'll try."

"Thanks. I'll be home in an hour and we can start getting ready, okay?"

"Sounds good."

Tonight was gonna be a test for Kagome, she could already feel it. Either she was going to actually have a good time and forget about Inuyasha for a night, or she was going to end up running to the bathroom to have a mental breakdown in semi-privacy.

***That Night***

Miroku had gone all out for Sango and her posse of bridesmaids. The group of seven ladies, including Sango's mother, took a party bus to one of Miroku's clubs in downtown.

However, before they were able to step foot off the bus a police officer boarded, flashing a badge quickly at the driver who looked absolutely confused.

"Ladies, I'm going to have to as everyone to take a seat." He spoke authoritatively.

Everyone complied, though Sango spoke up once she was seated. "What is going on?"

Sango's mother quickly butted in. "Sango, dear. Let the man do his job."

The officer turned to Sango before removing a pair of handcuffs from behind his back. "You, Sango, are under arrest."

A number of gasps erupted from the group. "What are you talking about!? For what?"

Oddly enough, he placed her hands in front of her while cuffing Sango and allowed her to remain seated.

"I hereby place you, Miss Sango Houshi, under arrest for being one naughty bride."

As if on cue, techno music filled the bus. Sango stared, open-mouthed, as the 'officer' in front of her began to lowly unbutton his shirt while pelvic thrusting in time with the music. Soon his shirt was lying over Kagome's lap, and upon closer inspection she saw that his name tag read 'Officer Boner.' How charming.

Sango squealed when the policeman-gone-stripper placed her cuffed hands around his neck and started to grind his pelvis into hers.

The other women in the bus began to whoop and holler as Sango received her teasing from the man. Sango couldn't help but scream when the man picked her up and placed her knees over his shoulders so she could hang from them. Her dress fell over her face and Sango's mother ran forward.

Kagome thought the older woman was going to return her daughter's decency. But, instead, Sango's mother tucked a dollar into Sango's underwear, which the man retrieved via his mouth.

Sango kicked her legs futilely. "I'm going to kill Miroku for doing this!"

"Oh don't kill him, honey, this was all my idea!" The elder of the women laughed at Sango's gaping stare. "What? You only have a bachelorette party once; I figured this would lighten things up a bit."

For the next hour and a half everyone watched and received attention from the muscular, half-naked man. Kagome was blushing the whole time Officer Boner focused on her. Sango's mother made the bride almost faint with embarrassment when she proceeded to slap him on the butt.

After he left, underwear full of ones, the group moved to the club. There was Sango, her mother, Kagome, one of her coworkers, and one of Miroku's cousins.

All drank and danced to their hearts desires, having a VIP booth roped off and free bottles all night delivered to the table. Kagome, much to Sango's relief, was enjoying herself rather nicely and even allowed herself to get drunk, which Kagome never did.

Whenever they were ready to go, everyone was taken back to their homes. Sango and Kagome walked through the front door, leaning on each other for support since neither had taken off their six-inch heels.

Sango let out a bubbly giggle when Kagome toppled over the back of the couch and onto the cushions. Before Sango could even ask if she was okay, a light snore stopped her.

Kagome was asleep before she had even hit the couch. The bride-to-be put a blanket over her best friend, glad that Kagome had gotten a night to unwind, before heading off to her own bedroom.

Tomorrow was the wedding.