A/N: what is up with you lot, no reviews? how else am i going to keep writing without hearing some lovely feedback, constructive or just plain criticizing? anywho, aside from my miniscule rant.. enjoy the chap!

disclaimer: i don't own InuYasha; my OCs belong to me.

Chapter 05: Dream On - Sing for Tomorrow

His ears twitched as he noted that she had been silent throughout dinner.
Something was up and it didn't smell right; it made him bristle.

She wasn't her usual self, mustering up feigned politeness and kind smiles when addressed, hardly any sarcasm or wit from the ever-feisty princess that was soon to be his bride.

And now it was only less than an hour away before the wedding.
A week had gone by fast; too fast to him, but he understood her father's rush for them to wed so he let it slide.

He sighed as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, at the black groom's garb that he wore; he only could imagine the sight of his future wife in the white bride's garb and he shivered.

Of all the females he'd been courting, Getsu of the Western Wolf Clan was the only one to make him shiver; and it was the good kind of shiver he got, too.

"Milord, it's almost time," one of the servants declared as they knocked on his door from the back hall.

"Thank you, I'm on my way," he replied, looking at his reflection one last time before he sighed quietly and made his way past the door and down the hall to the main room.

The stink of lesser demons stung his nose; his gold eyes sharpened and he looked about, ears twitching.
As soon as the stink of lesser demons came it faded just as quick, surprising him.

He looked down at his hands to see his claws had grown out of instinct; he quieted and continued on his way, keeping an ear open... He only hoped he was hallucinating.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, at the white bride's garb that covered her petite body; she sighed.
"You look beautiful, onee-chan!" Her sister chirped as she poked her head into the reflection and smiled at her.

She smiled at her, briefly envying her for being able to wear a less… formal kimono –a baby blue kimono with white crescents on the left side and a silver obi, her cobalt hair done up with various silver pins—to the wedding. "Thanks, Kori-chan," she replied.

Korihime looked at her, holding her shoulders gently. "Are you still bummed about that meeting the other day?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.

Getsu met her sharp soft blue eyes and sighed quietly, nodding. "Sort of. I mean, even though Father turned him down, I still feel like there's something amiss; and it bugs me to no end!" She admitted.

She nodded and frowned a little, "well let's hope you're wrong. Today's the big day! You should be happy." She put on a light smile.

She smiled a little and nodded again; typical Kori, trying to cheer me up when she knows I'm down, she thought. "Yeah, you're right!"

Both sisters smiled lightly.

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That stink hung on the air.
His ears twitched and his gold eyes sharpened as discretely as possible; damn it, where was that stench coming from?

A murmur of awe and surprise rose up from the audience of gathered friends and family; he looked up from catching whiff of the stench of demons, gold eyes widening.

Getsu walked forward calmly, arms folded in the wide white sleeves of her kimono, the white hood of the garb partially covering the ebony locks she'd had done up with various silver hairpins; her silver eyes were on him, widening a little at seeing him look so handsome in black. Her cheeks warmed, blushing that shade of reddish pink he found suited her best and made her look beautiful.

This woman was going to be his wife, as much as he was going to be her husband.

The stench faded from his mind, reminding him why he was present in the mansion of the great Okami Daiyokai, why he was standing in the spacious and flower-covered garden awaiting his soon-to-be-bride to stand before him and say 'I Do'.

She finally came to a halt infront of him, standing a head shorter than his average-height person dressed in the traditional black garb of the groom.

Her father smiled proudly at his daughter, feeling both proud and happy that she was at last going to be married; he looked between the two young daiyokai.

Her mother had tears standing in her eyes at seeing her daughter look so beautiful; Korihime beamed and was fighting back tears of happiness she felt for her older sister.

"We are gathered here today…" Lord Kiba began to announce before something jerked his attention away.

The stench of lesser demons raged on then, the greenery around them darkening and then dying to look withered and brown; a dark purple cloud enveloped the dead garden, closing in on the crowd and main family. A loud scream was heard from the back of the audience as a large horde of lesser demons sailed at the guests, attacking the hind rows vigorously; blood stained the ground and poisoned the air.

"Getsuei, run!" Lord Kiba exclaimed, widening his eyes alertly as a sharp white-hot pain blossomed in his chest.

Getsu's eyes widened sharply as a green dragon-scaled stinger pierced through her father's chest, blood covering his chin and lower lip, silver eyes wide in horror. "F-father… PAPA!" She screamed for him as the stinger was yanked out of his chest and he fell forward.

"Getsu, let's go!" Sesshomaru shouted, grabbing her waist in his arm and sprinting away.

"Father! Mother! Mama!" She shouted as the purple cloud fogged the air, making her cough and cover her mouth with her sleeve. This stench… it's poison! She thought in horror, hurrying as fast as she could at the dog demon's side.

"Getsu-onee!" Korihime came into view, her bow and quiver slung over her shoulders, a relieving sight to her older sibling.

"Kori-chan!" Getsu grabbed her wrist, pulling her to her side; she perked up as she was handed a long cylindrical item from her sister. She looked at the item and her eyes widened again, "this is…!" She began.

"I'll explain later, let's get out of here!" She interjected.

"Both of you, hold onto me!" Sesshomaru ordered, making both sisters look at him; he started to rise into the air, making them both yelp before Getsu latched onto his neck and Korihime threw her arms around his shoulders.

The three yokai fled high into the air as fast as the wind could carry them.

Getsu looked down at her home, seeing black smoke rise up in cloud-like plumes from the mansion; she felt tears well in her eyes before she buried her face into Sesshomaru's neck, closing her eyes tightly against the feelings that consumed her.

Mourning.

Pain.

Confusion.

A/N: abrupt, i know. i wasn't entirely and still am not entirely familiar with traditional Japanese weddings so i might have to do some digging on that in the future. elsewise, compared to how i described Getsu's home being destroyed in 'We Are' i felt that this description was better and made more sense, y'know? anyway, i think that's all for now.

Sesshomaru: /winces from the bump on his head given by a certain princess ... review. thank you.. -_-