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Waking Up In Vegas	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 23764 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 11: 8:00 P.M.
Demon Embassy Suite
The top floor suites
Aimaru sat on the couch shaking his head. This was ri-fucking-diculous. Ridiculous, he said. For the last few minutes, after finally finding them, Sesshoumaru was attempting to console his miko who had…how many did that make then? Her 20^th, 23^rd, maybe 26^th bridezilla breakdown? Over what? No wedding dress?!
He had eagerly suggested they postpone the ceremony so she could actually take her time having a nice dress made for her. And by then, he counted on the fact that they would be sober and sane enough to call off this crazy wedding and be well on their way home ready to put this all behind them. At least that’s what he had hoped to do. But that only ended up upsetting Kagome even more. She bawled her pretty little eyes out while accusing him of trying to ruin her Special Night.
Well duh…of course he was!
A knock at the door signaled the arrival of…them, The Psychotic Squad. The Unholy Twins, The Amazon, and their ring leader Jaboora or Jaboka; whatever his name was.
“Oh we’re here boo, we’re here. Stop all that blubberin’.” The small male rushed in and plucked her right out of the demon lord’s arms and ushered her into her room. His three pack mates were close behind, still scantily clad in their strippers outfits.
When the ‘bride to be’ left, Aimaru felt his headache lessen considerably.
Sesshoumaru watched the strippers march his hysterical miko into her room then turned to glare at Aimaru. After what seemed like quite a few minutes, the bastard finally spoke. “You…”
Aimaru sighed. “Is it so hard to call me by my name, dearest brother?”
“…open the door and retrieve my suite from the bellhop then come to my room.” He was such a rude asshole; simply rude.
He watched the man disappear into his room just as someone knocked on the door. Aimaru stared at it for a long moment before finally getting up to answer it. The bellhop was standing there grinning ear to ear when Aimaru snatched the suite out of his hand and promptly slammed the door in the boy’s face. He thought he may have crushed the poor boy’s fingers with the door but then shrugged. The little prat shouldn’t have been so presumptuous.
Entering his brother’s bedroom, he found Sesshoumaru standing in his window looking - don’t ask him how- menacing in nothing but his briefs.
“Place it on my bed.”
Oh, Aimaru wanted to place it somewhere alright. But that would have been an unpleasant experience for the both of them. So instead, he threw it across the room on the bed and turn to leave when his brother stopped him. “I didn’t say you could leave.”
Gritting his teeth, Aimaru slowly turned to glare darkly at his brother. Never would he have thought that he would miss his sober and much crueler brother. At least then the bastard wouldn’t bother with talking to him at all. Hell…an attempt to take his life would be welcomed right about now.
Sesshoumaru put on his suite and dressed quietly. The atmosphere of the room had become awkward to say the least.
Aimaru crossed his arms and waited. Something bothered the drunk idiot and he wanted him to come out with it already. Someone like his brother didn’t ask people to keep him company while he dressed. In fact, he didn’t let anyone stand idly around him unless they were of some use. He was man who always known to have ulterior motives; always. So tonight, Aimaru knew for a fact that the demon lord had demands. And whatever demands Sesshoumaru had will be something ridiculous. He could put money on it. “Out with it brother. What’s bothering you?”
His brother stayed silent for another moment then finally spoke. “I want to finalize this wedding with an official demon mating ceremony.”
Yep, Aimaru was right. It was fucking ridiculous. And even if his brother was serious, the man was drunk; seriously drunk, which made him even more seriously out his fucking mind.
Their only saving grace was that a mating ceremony must be done in the presence of your pack’s elders. Who, thank the heavens above, are miles and miles away.
Sesshoumaru adjusted his suite as he said casually, “It was brought to my attention that there was a demoness here who was planning and directing all the last minute preparations for our human wedding ceremony. I was told that she also plans and directs demon ceremonies as well.”
“We don’t need a…”
“I’ve already called her and made arrangements for her to start planning our Mating Ceremony as soon as possible. I gave her most of the details of what suites my wife’s and I tastes as well as a list of who to invite.”
Damn him and his efficient planning. “Of course you have.” Aimaru sneered.
Here he added yet another problem to add to the already mounting heap of shit to clean up later.
“I called mother…”
And another it seemed. Adding his mother to this mess is like throwing a lit stick of dynamite into an ocean of liquid nitrogen. Not an exaggeration, mind you. “You called mother?”
“Left her a message. She didn’t seem inclined to answer my first three calls.”
Thank the lucky stars. Wait he left a message…damn. Aimaru cursed inwardly. “She is in Paris. It has to be around 3 or 4 am, if not earlier. These are the hours that she would consider ‘ungodly’.”
Aimaru watched his brother pause in adjusting his genuine diamond cuffs to look in his direction. “A week should be substantial time for the elders and all necessary attendees to prepare for and attend the ceremony.”
Aimaru regarded his brother carefully. Perhaps it wasn’t right to write this off as a mere drunken wish since many have said that a drunken mind vomits true thoughts. Did his brother really want to marry the miko? He already knew the miko was head over heels in love with the ice-hearted prick…but was she so in love with him that she’d mate this bastard for life? Unlike marriage, there was NO divorce in a mating; unless death is considered a form of divorce. So while this bastard may be serious, the miko may not be. But of course, it was a painfully high probability that she was. She practically married and mated the bastard by not quitting the first week of employment. Commitment like that is serious.
Aimaru sighed in exasperation. “Tell me brother, why are you so hell-bent on marrying Kagome? Do you love her that much? Or is this merely out of convenience or benefit?”
Flicking his hair over his shoulder, Sesshoumaru looked out of his window across the city and shrugged. “Kagome is a loyal woman.” He started quietly. “Devotion, determination, and benevolence makes up her very core. Who wouldn’t want such woman at their side?”
“Any man I suppose.” Aimaru agreed. “But then if there were a vast number of girls who possessed those qualities, would you tie them to your side as easily as you have Kagome?”
That seemed to make the demon lord ponder hard for a moment. He turned in his direction to frown slightly. “No…for some unexplainable reason, it has to be Kagome.”
“Is it really so unexplainable? The fact that you would choose Kagome over any other female?”
“Hn.”
“Don’t ‘Hn’ me brother. Just as you value Kagome as a wife, I value her as a friend. A close friend. People with hearts like hers aren’t people to tie at your side out of a sense of security. How is that fair to her?”
Sesshoumaru looked oddly at Aimaru and hummed thoughtfully. “I never would have thought that one such as you could be so moralistic.”
Aimaru shrugged. “I am whenever it suits me. So enlighten me…where will Kagome stand in your life as a woman?”
“This one admits that I consider her as a means of security.” He paused as looked to Aimaru with a serious expression. “And this one also acknowledges that there is no other quite like her and it would be foolish to take her for granted. I happen to value her for more than her beauty, perseverance, and intellect. I value her as a whole, as the woman that she is. ” He said then finally turned away to stare out the window again.
A sense of relief washed over Aimaru at those words. It appears that he may not have to worry about Kagome’s happiness after all. Even under these circumstances, it was safe to say that there may be a happy ending to this chaos.
“And another thing…” Sesshoumaru started, interrupting Aimaru’s thoughts. “...Kagome wishes for me to provide employment to her newly acquired associates.”
Aimaru blinked then turned on his heel and walked out. He figured if he didn’t engage his brother in any of his ridiculous ramblings, there’s a possible chance that he will dismiss them. Yes…come tomorrow morning he will forget about all this. Wishful thinking, wishful thinking.
Outside the room, Aimaru stopped dead in his tracks and blinked again. He looked around at everyone in horror then back at the spectacle twirling around in a swirl of feathers, sequins and giggles. Pointing and the monstrosity, he asked no one in particular, “What the Alpha-Fuck is that?”
Jabora immediately attached himself to his arm and chuckled. “She wanted her wedding to capture the Las Vegas spirit. So what better way to do that than getting married dressed as a showgirl? Believe me, I tried to talk her out of it but that helfa got nasty, and compared to me…that’s sayin something. ”
“Is that what that is?” He thought for sure she was dressed as something spawned by Big Bird and Elmo. He never had seen so many red feathers…that big and fluffy. Where the hell did she get such a ridiculous outfit? “You just had to supply her with a means to look ridiculous.” He accused with a whisper as he smiled pleasantly at the miko while she modeled her ‘wedding dress’ proudly.
The tiny man beside him shrugged. “She’s happy.” Jabora looked up at him. “Well now what? What church yall getting married in?”
Hmmm. Good question. He looked to his brother who too looked at his future miko with equal horror. Poor bastard, he’s the one who have to marry that mess of feathers. “Well?”
The poor big bastard shrugged. Oh, now he’s out of ideas?!
“Here!” The miko shouted startling everyone in the room. Her feathers dancing about with every move she made. “Can’t we have it here? I know plenty of people who have their weddings in a hotel so why can’t we?” Everyone looked around at each other.
It was doable but…at the Primal Embassy?
Finally Aimaru answered her. “Because it’s ridiculously expensive in Embassy Suites and they want at least a week in advance to…”
“Done” The demon lord hung up his phone then walked over to his miko to kiss her softly on her cheek. “They said they’ll be ready within a few minutes and all we need to do is supply the priest.”
Well alright then…whatever. Aimaru crossed his arms. It wasn’t his finances that were taking a nosedive, so he didn’t really care.
“Oh.” Kagome said then looked around at everyone while pushing the huge feather up from her forehead.
At that moment everyone looked to Aimaru who paled and backed up. He knew damn well they couldn’t be talking about him. He never read a bible in his life. How the hell was he going to perform the ceremony?
“Oh hell no.” he shook his head then looked around amongst the insane strippers, whatever be their names. If he remembered correctly one of them was an avid believer of god. “Which one of you unholy harlots is the zealot?” they all promptly pointed to the one called Nay, or was it Shay?
Nay shrugged and cocked a hip, looking all types of haughty. Not what he would call a devoted Christian but whatever. “What do you know about wedding ceremonies?”
“Everything. I performed a few Vegas style weddings and plenty of nicer ones.”
“So you’ve done it all? From exchanging vows and blessing unholy unified couples and what have you?”
“Hey.” The miko smacked his arm. “There’s nothing unholy about my union with Sesshoumaru.”
Aimaru snorted, “Oh my mistake precious. A miko dressed as the Sin City’s mascot rushing to sign her life away to the demon lord of Japan isn’t unholy at all. No doubt the Kami favors your union.”
She nodded in agreement, the sarcasm completely lost on her. “Damn straight. Now we have our preacher, our place to get married, and our witnesses, guests…You got my rings Aimaru?” With a sigh, he held up the velvet boxes and she nodded. “Good. Now let get this show in the road.” She suddenly gasped.
Aimaru moaned in dread at the sight of horror on her face. By all that’s holy and evil, what now?!
“W-who will give me away?” she gasped again and pointed an accusing finger at Sesshoumaru. “And you’re not supposed to see me in my wedding dress before the ceremony. Oh my god, it’s ruined. My wedding is RUINED!!”
If anything was going to ruin this wedding it would’ve been that dress. But he surely wasn’t going to point that out. She was hysterical enough. “Good Kami almighty.” Aimaru spun on his heel and left the room leaving the strippers to console the once again hysterical miko as he dragged his confused brother out. “We’ll meet you all downstairs.”

“Okay boo!” Jabora called after him and he shuddered. He couldn’t wait to get on that jet and head back home. Just a few more hours, reminded himself; just a few more bloody hours.
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Present-Time : 7:38 A.M
Demon Embassy Suite
The top floor suites
Kagome looked at everyone and frowned in confusion when no one said another word. That couldn’t be it could it? There was so much more left unexplained. “Is that it? What about the ceremony?” she urged anxiously.
Aimaru shrugged and ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “Besides having a few more bridezilla tantrums, you became a sobbing mess when you walked down the isle. We had to chase you down twice when you got skittish…”

“Aimaru…” Kagome warned glaring at him through narrowed eyes.
“It was nice. Believe it or not, it was a pleasant ceremony even with a contradicting zealot for a priest.” He looked pointedly at Nay who glared ominously at him then rolled his eyes.
“Right.” Kagome looked to Sesshoumaru as something dawned on her. “But wait!! What about marriage licenses. A marriage isn’t legit without one.”
Aimaru snorted. “Nay conveniently had blank marriage licenses on him already signed by an actual judge.”
Sesshoumaru and Kagome looked at Nay who shrugged carelessly. He tossed his curly hair over his shoulder. “My daddy is a judge in Chicago. To keep me quiet about my illegitimate birth, he provided me with…stuff.” He looked away nervously.
“That helfa comes in handy when you get a misdemeanor or a felony you need expunged. My name is cleaner than a nun’s.” Jabora offered with a smirk.
Eying her friend warily, Kagome was sure that wasn’t something to brag about.
Okay so their wedding was somewhat legit and already done and over with. But there was still something bothering her. “What happened after we said our ‘I do’s’?” She looked around at the room she woke up in. The curtains were shredded, wine stains were everywhere, and lover’s lane bag littered the floor. Some stuff even looked opened.
Aimaru, Rhonda, Jabora and his pack mates looked among each other and shrugged. Aimaru spoke up first. “Whatever happened in here…” he looked around said room pointedly. “…is beyond us. All I know is that Sesshoumaru tossed you over his shoulder like a cave man and brought you here to do Kami only knows. No one was getting between a man and his bride. Least of all that one.” He gestured towards Sesshoumaru who glared icily at his brother.
Jabora looked around and chuckled. “Looks like yall had a good time though.” Everyone looked over at him. He looked around. “What?”
Shaking her head, Kagome stood and stretched. “Okay we’re married, I get that.” She looked over at Sesshoumaru who was also standing. “Besides the obvious disapproval of your mother and harassment by paparazzi, what other problems will we be facing when we leave this room?”
“None that you need to worry your pretty little head about.” Aimaru smiled charmingly before turning and leaving the room. Rhonda and Jabora and his gang right behind him. “Everything we came with is packed up and ready to go, the hotel staff will have whatever you can’t take now shipped to your home later. We’ll be downstairs waiting for you two.” He called back.
Standing there alone with Sesshoumaru, her husband and future mate, Kagome felt awkward. There was no after wedding bliss, no congrats, no romantic cooing or after honeymoon affection. Instead there was awkwardness; weird, painful, unsure awkwardness. She looked around the destroyed room, anywhere but at the man who was as confused as she was.
“Do you still wish to work as my secretary miko?” his voice startled her. Its curious tone forced her to look over at him.
“Y-yes.” She muttered then looked away again. “Yes I do.”
“I will call Mr. Nagasaki and cancel our meeting this morning. It’s imperative that we return to Chicago and assuage this situation as quickly as possible. Get dressed miko.”
“Yes sir.” She said out of habit then blushed as she looked shyly at Sesshoumaru.
He regarded her blankly before heading to the bathroom stepping awkwardly over turned-over bags with its x-rated contents spilled on the floor to change leaving her standing there feeling more awkward.
She watched him leave the room. How will she manage to carry on like she normally has? They’re married now so a lot of things have changed.
“Miko bring me my black suit and tie.” Her husband called out from the opened door of the bathroom.
Well, perhaps not. His attitude certainly hasn’t changed a gosh darn bit. “Yes honey.” She sneered as she gathered his suit from his closet and reached in the door with her face turned away to pass her husband his suit. He may be her husband, but now that she was sober, she still found it weird to look at her boss in nothing but his briefs…no matter how good she was sure he looked.
She felt him grab his suit and stepped back to head for her room to dress. Shaking her head, she leaned against the door to sigh in anguish. What on earth was she going to tell her friends? As if answering her question, her phone vibrated across her dresser. Dread weighed down on her shoulders she walked over to it to see Inu Yasha’s name blinking across the screen with his scowling mug beneath it. Steeling herself, she answered it.
“Hello?” she had to snatch the phone away from her ear when the man started ripping her a new one. Listening to her friend bellowing a lung out, she wondered if she could talk Sesshoumaru into staying there in Las Vegas. Open up a remote office, get a nice condo, and possibly change their names so no one could find them. That wasn’t an unreasonable wish for a wife to make right? Right?
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Overseas, on her balcony overlooking the bustling city of Japan, a woman snarled as she read the large white characters of the headlines. “Japan Most Sought After Bachelor, Married?!” The word ‘married’ that was in italics illustrated her disbelief perfectly. She glared murderously at the image of some slut dressed in a red showgirls outfit attached to his arm with a goofy grin on her face. If she didn’t know any better, she would say that bitch look plastered.
“That dog.” She seethed. “That betraying backstabbing dog! Jonathan!” She screamed for her butler at the top of her lungs.
How dare he do this to her? She had a bone to pick with his mother the minute her foot touched American soil. A BIG bone. She inwardly ranted as she crumpled the newspaper in her fist.
Standing within the balcony door, her butler asked her nervously, “Is every alright milady?”He gulped when the woman spun on her heel to glare at him. Her red eyes glowed menacingly.
“Pack my things and have my car ready downstairs. I’m leaving NOW!” she bellowed and tossed the newspaper into the wind over the balcony. The papers flew every which way.
She was going to confront that bastard herself. Years of waiting for him to finally man up and marry her- his intended, his betrothed- and this…this is what he awards her patience with. Oh, there will be hell to pay. She promised as she stormed off her balcony. There will be hell, and she means hell, to pay.
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