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Devotion that Withstands Time	By : RougeFugitive Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Part Seven
Frustration

On a cool February, Monday morning after a rushed, sleepy, and mostly coffee supported ride to the airport, several long hours on the plane, a nearly two hour ride on the high speed train from Paris to Dijon, you finally made it to Mandi’s home. Only to be redirected to an inn because Mandi’s relatives had already arrived and took up all the free rooms in Mandi’s house. So, you and your husband were set up in the small cozy inn near the edge of town.

Once finally, in the bedroom without any other thought, you both fell into bed and went to sleep. You both could only hope that you could sleep in for the rest of the day… But that hope was quickly put to rest at the abrupt pounding on the door.

Minutes later, after several yawns, grunts, and groans, the door swings open and Inuyasha grumpily glares at the two unexpected people that had the courage to knock on his door at such a time.

Miroku grins and a woman, appearing to be a near perfect mirror image of you frowns at Inuyasha’s disheveled state and grumpy glare. Several moments of glaring, frowning, and grinning later, Miroku coughs and breaks the silence. “Long time-“

Inuyasha curtly shuts the door, but Miroku shoves his foot in the doorway, holding the door open by just a crack. Inuyasha, nonetheless keeps on pressing the door shut, against Miroku’s own force to open the door.

“-no see, Inuyasha. This is sort of familiar, don’t you think?” Miroku grits through the crack of the door.

“Go away.” He growls and kicks Miroku’s foot back through the crack and shuts and locks the door firmly.

Behind him, draped in the warmth of the inn’s blanket, you yawn and rub your eyes. “Who was at the door?”
~------~

“I didn’t even know you were coming! I thought you hated Mandi.” You say, surprised and perplexed of your twin’s appearance in Dijon, France.

“I still can’t stand her, but I got an invitation, and I decided to come anyway.” (Your twin) responds casually and sips her coffee.

“That’s great, but why did you come with him?”

You both turn and glance towards the brunet seeming to be flirting with the cashier at the counter smoothly in French. A bead of sweat forms at (Your twin)’s temple, and she sighs. Still the same Miroku…

Miroku was and probably always will be a flirt (or maybe the-man-who-throws-himself-at-every-attractive-female-he-sees, is the correct term). Seeing Miroku openly flirting with another woman in front of his own ‘date’ was fair proof that the man had not changed at all from the same sexual harassing man who you had met in your earlier years of college. Without him, you and Inuyasha wouldn’t have met the way you did.

“It was his idea, actually. I didn’t have a date to come with and I didn’t want to be impolite by turning him down.” (Your twin) replies.

You frown, more than a little confused and doubtful with of your double. Now that sounded like something that you would have done once, to accept a date out of politeness. (Your twin), on the other hand, is extra strong, creamless coffee, to your vanilla milkshake. Not that she would refuse a date out of impoliteness; it was more that she would not accept one or a potential lover without a reason or motive. Despite that, the aggressive graduate student would never seriously date a guy like Miroku if it just wasn’t for sex or another particular reason.

You give her a disapproving frown, “Right.”

Beside you, Inuyasha tiredly eats his breakfast, not entirely paying attention to the conversation. From the giggling at the counter, you could only assume that the cashier liked Miroku’s advances, but at Miroku’s polite departure, the poor cashier now sees just how serious he was in his advances despite his words. Miroku sits, and hands a croissant to his date, smiling easily as if the last few minutes when he was practically asking the cashier to have his children didn’t happen. You glare at him.

At the jingle of the entrance, Koga and Ayame walk into the small restaurant and with a cry of hellos, you and your twin get up to take part in a short, near tearful reunion. Koga walks pass the three of you to join the other two guys that were also strung along for the celebration.

Kouga pulls up a chair nearby the table and exchanges grunts with his fellow men. The three of you return to the table and Ayame pulls up another chair.

“Ah, Ayame, you look as beautiful as you did the last time we met.” Miroku says, eyeing the young wolf woman appreciatively.

Ayame giggles, “Thank you, Miroku.”

“Isn’t he charming?” (Your twin) smiles prettily at Miroku.

“Yes, he’s very charming.” Ayame agrees and you roll your eyes.
~----------------~

Now, of course the bridesmaids have an important part in prepping the bride for the ceremony, and her new life with her husband. However, in Mandi’s case, the bridesmaids only had to show up for the ceremony and rehearsals to fit the roles. The outspoken French woman was quite meticulous about everything pertaining to her wedding from the way the flowers are arranged to the way the flower girl sprinkles her petals. The groom was set aside as a detail that the bride had carefully picked out from a long assortment of men for the perfection that Mandi needed for her dream wedding.

Standing between another bridesmaid and Ayame in the large, old Cathedral that would be the setting of the ceremony, you could only wonder if Mandi had shortchanged herself in the acceptance of Ryo’s proposal. You had been asked the same question on the announcement of yourr marriage. Sure, Inuyasha and Ryo’s attitudes could be compared. When you first met Inuyasha, he did come off as sort of jerk, but Ryo came off as a different sort of a jerk, perhaps a prick.

At a slow, timed rhythm dictated by a musician’s gentle fingers on the piano, Mandi glides down the aisle. She holds a water bottle tightly in her hands, in the place of a fresh bouquet of roses, which would be present in her hands in a matter of hours. Despite the obvious fake in her grip, she beams as she walks down the aisle and it is clear to all of the onlookers that her joy made up for the lack of her wedding dress and the beautiful flowers that would soon be decorating the room. From your place on the platform, you could see that Mandi’s sunshine is directly shining upon Ryo, and from a glance to the groom, you could see that it’s returned with a smile. You shudder as your memories of your own ceremony resurface in your mind, the sunshine, the sweaty palms, and the anxiety…

You didn’t envy Mandi, despite how easy it would be to do so. You had a traditional Japanese wedding in a smaller temple, your mother’s old wedding kimonos fit you well, and although, it would seem different since you and Inuyasha had just got out of college at the time, money wasn’t a problem. You just feel content with what you have. If Ryo makes her happy, then they were not the couple to analyze, or Ryo was not the groom to criticize.

Mandi eagerly hops into Ryo’s arms, and with careful steps, Ryo carries her down the aisle and out of the church. The occupants in the room loudly disperse, hailing catcalls to the wannabe newlywed couple. You break from your thoughts, glance over the numerous heads of the thinning crowd, and quickly spot Inuyasha standing at the back of the church near the doors.

He didn’t have to come, since he wasn’t involved in the ceremony. He could have stayed in the inn to sleep, but for some reason he decided to come and watch the rehearsal. He meets your gaze, and you descend the stairs of the platform and follow the crowd to the exit of the church. On meeting, he hands you your coat and you both exit the church and enter the cool air of the noonday.

Before the church, a group stands, some that you could recognize as Mandi’s relatives, and others unfamiliar, cheering on a passing car. You smirk and tighten your scarf around your neck, walking down the street in the opposite direction of the group. Mandi and Ryo were probably going off to have their rehearsal honeymoon. It didn’t make sense to have so many rehearsals, especially since all the papers were filled out and they were already legally married. The only benefit for the guests that were present at the rehearsal would be the pretty pictures and the food at the reception after the real ceremony the following day.

You both agree that you could use some brunch now and enter the bistro that you ate at the past day. You take seats and immediately grab the menus. Inuyasha frowns at the onslaught of French that he couldn’t comprehend in the small menu; you went through the menu yesterday, but he couldn’t remember anything.

“That’s a crepe. It’s like a pancake, but folded with filling in the middle.” You reply to his question. Your familiarity with the language reached back to the courses that you took back in middle school, and high school, along with the summers that you spent in Mandi’s home years ago. “That one’s a croque-monsieur; it’s a grilled ham and cheese sandwich.”

You look up as another woman, appearing to be a few years older than you approach the table. Her plump, red lips curve into a friendly smile when she reaches the table. In cheerful, smooth French words, she begins to take your order, but pauses when she notices something crucial and fairly obvious about you and your husband.

“Oh! You’re Japanese! We don’t see Japanese tourists very often here.” She states, and her Japanese is as fluent as her French is. Her short, black hair bounces and seems to shine green in the light as she turns and directs her attention to Inuyasha. “And not so much attractive tourists either. Hello, my name is Misao, and I’ll be your waitress.”

You roll your eyes at how easily this Misao’s tone had gone from friendly to alluring. “I would like-“

“What would you like, sir?” She smoothly asks to Inuyasha. Inuyasha, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to take notice of her allure as he continues to muddle through the menu.

She notices and leans toward his menu. “Oh, there are so many delicious meals on menu, take all the time you need.” He only acknowledges her presence at the appearance of her low cut shirt and her ample breasts near his face. “Oh my, you have such nice, silky hair -“

You abruptly smack the edge of your menu on the waitress’s hand, which you had suddenly found boldly creeping up Inuyasha’s arm. She withdraws her hand with a startled hiss of pain.

“Excuse me, I’m ready to order.” You smile as her attention finally sets upon you.

The annoyed frown passes from her face, and the friendly smile that you assume she’s being paid for reappears. “Of course, what would you like, Miss?”

You frown at the waitress’s back as she walks away with your menus after taking your orders. Inuyasha stares out the window disinterestedly, not appearing to notice your change of mood, or just not commenting. You follow his stare to the window and quietly watch the snow sprinkle down onto the sidewalk outside of the restaurant.

You glance back to the half demon curiously. Normally, he only quieted down like this if he had down something wrong. However, this was not the same guilty, apologetic silence that you had become used to, nor did you remember him doing anything wrong in the past few hours. Did you do anything wrong? But he didn’t look mad. Noticing your eyes upon him, he turns and watches you out of the side of his eye. You pause in your scrutiny; he almost seems to be contemplative…

“Inuyasha-“

“Here you go!” Once again, Misao takes that moment to interrupt you as she stops at the table, and sets down your drinks. Her attention returns to Inuyasha. “Is this your first visit to Dijon? If you’d like, I could give you a tour around the town.”

“Actually, my husband and I are here for a friend’s wedding, and we don’t have much time to have a good tour of the town. If we ever visit again, maybe you could give us a tour. Wouldn’t that be nice, Inuyasha?” You turn and smile sweetly at the half demon across from you, and then to the waitress.

“Perhaps.” She frowns, annoyed at the sudden hitch in her plans, and turns walks to another table. “Your meal will be served shortly.”

From your expression, he could easily tell that you were calling the waitress dirty names with your eyes. At his scoff, you turn your attention back to him.

“Do you remember the first time we met? I was in her position, but a lot less desperate.” You say, as a wry smile that usually appears on his mouth forms on yours.

“Sure, except that you gave Miroku your number, and then called him later.”

“Hey, I didn’t give him my phone number, I took his, and that’s only because I wanted to sue him for sexual harassment.” You glance down at the salt and peppershakers. That was only half the truth, since you did try to go out with him, but ended up with his roommate instead.

“I wasn’t desperate, I was just lonely, why do you think I came over? But, I heard you, on the other hand, was having quite a dry spell before me. I put sunshine into your life.” You add, hoping to start a light banter with him.

You notice the slight twitch of the corners of his mouth at your words, but in response, he grunts and turns his attention back to the window. You frown, confused with him altogether now. You turn your gaze back to the window, deciding to leave the half demon to his thoughts for the moment.
~-----------------~

That night, in Mandi’s home, few hours away from the real wedding ceremony, Mandi made up for the hours spent thoroughly planning her ceremony with a bachelorette party.

From your place, standing guard near the bar, you aren’t at all surprised at how easily two old arch rivals can be brought together by the mere presence of alcohol and friends. It isn’t a normal sight, to see your sister and Mandi chatting it up and being friendly. It would appear almost normal to you if you could image the two whispering death threats to each other and laughing under the loud music.

In the years past, when you were all still in school, Mandi and your sister held a natural distaste for each other. It wasn’t until your sister first became interested in the opposite sex, much later than Mandi, that their rivalry started. Your sister bested Mandi in academics, but Mandi bested your sister in popularity, which didn’t make a difference because the true competition was boys. Who had or could get the cuter boyfriend? They had once literally fought over one guy. If it wasn’t boys they were fighting over, it was looks. If a guy didn’t want Mandi’s gorgeous body, and tempting ways, than he would definitely want your sister’s captivating smile and pretty eyes behind her flattering eyeglasses.

You look away from the pair sitting not far from you on the couches beside the bar. Those were the years where you and your sister had grown so far apart, and Mandi had easily taken your place as your sister’s new rival and best friend. You lay your head on the hard, smooth surface of the bar top and watch the male strippers in the other room sway and strip to the beat of the music while grinding against a pole. Why did Mandi have a pole in her living room?

Mandi laughs and sits down on the stool next to you. “Enjoying yourself, mon amie?”

“Yeah,” You giggle, watching your twin groping and dancing with a stripper.

“Come, come, let’s go play with the stripper men!” Mandi says eagerly, and tugging your arm.

“No, no, drunkenness and naked men don’t mix well with me.” You reply tilting your head up to take a sip of your drink. “And I don’t think Inuyasha would like it if I did. He has a tendency to get mad about that kind of stuff.”

“That’s no fun. Besides, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Probably, but it’ll hurt me.” You snigger, turning your head over the table to face the French woman. “Don’t you know, Mandi? After tomorrow, there will never be any more fun, stripper men time… Unless you divorce him, of course.”

“But then, there’ll be times like these… During your friend’s weddings where you can just watch. Though, I don’t think Ayame’s going to get married any time soon, or if she would even have strippers, and sister will definitely have strippers at her party, but I’m sure that that would be many years from now. Your stripper man time is numbered, Mandi.”

She laughs and pours herself a drink into one of the clean, crystal glasses from the bar top. “You make it sound dreadful.”

“But it is, Mandi.” You reply, settling your serious eyes on her. “It’s very dreadful. There’ll be no other men, and no other fun. You’ll wake up to the same face every day, with the same morning breath, that is if he remembers to or not to brush his teeth the night before. The same guy who you’ll be stuck to for the rest of your life, linked to by a ball and chain.”

Ice cubes clink and crackle against the bottom of her glass after she drops a few cubes in. Mandi brings the glass to her lips and takes a sip.

“And to me, the ball is commitment and the chains are love. If the ball’s too heavy for the chain’s, then they’re going to break. I don’t like Ryo, but if you really love him, you should ask yourself if you’re ready to give up what you have now. Remember, there’ll always be another stripper man, but a husband is permanent.” You say, and pick your glass up to drink, but notice the sudden emptiness of the glass and set it aside. You smile at your longtime friend and close your eyes.

Mandi returns the smile. “Thank you, mon amie.”

“You’re welcome; we’re friends after all…” You sigh and easily fall asleep resting your head on the bar top. Mandi blinks, and laughs softly when she notices.
~----------------------~

Later that night, after being dragged to Ryo’s bachelor party by Miroku, Inuyasha fishes his keys out of his pocket and shoves it into the keyhole of the door of his hotel room. The door unlocks with a click and he pushes it open and pauses when he hears a faint moan from the inside the room. He shuts the door quietly behind him and flicks on the lights.

Before him, your sister kneels over your sleeping form on the plushy couch of the inn. Not appearing to be bothered by his sudden entrance, she presses her lips firmly against yours, tilting your cheek towards her gently. Still standing at the door, Inuyasha watches as his eyes triple their size in shock.

“W-what the hell?”

Your sister breaks the one-sided kiss, stands, and smirks and winks at the stunned half demon. “Oh, you’re back already? Sister didn’t want you to find out about us this way, but… You could always join?”

At the sudden silence in the room, along with your soft breathing in the background, your twin laughs at his expression.

“Do you really believe that?” She smiles and walks closer to him. “You know, back in middle school, we used to practice on each other all the time. I guess you could say that I taught her everything she knows…”

At a loss, Inuyasha frowns at your flushing twin as a wave of images suddenly pop into his mind along with his confusion. “Since when are you a lesbian?”

She rolls her eyes. “No lesbian, I was just curious. You can’t say you’ve never thought about it either.” She walks around him smoothly, opens the door, and steps out of the room. “You take care of her!”

Clearing his mind, he shuts and locks the door behind her and turns back to your sleeping form on the couch. After flicking the lights back off, he approaches and lifts you from the couch and carries you to the bed. He strips down and lies down next to you.

You wake, and yawn softly as your eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. You glance to your bedmate and roll over on top of him after kicking off your shoes.

“Hey,” You kiss him gently, and smile in the dark. "It's funny, I was just at Mandi's having a drink and now we're in bed. I don't even remember being that drunk... Nothing happened, right?"

He glances up at you briefly before looking to the side. "No.... Your sister brought you here before I got here."

"Oh..." You reach over to the bedside table, turn on the lamp, and look back down at the half demon. "You're..."

“Yeah.”

You touch the top of his head where his dog-ears used to be, and slip your fingers through his now black hair to his human ears. You lean down, lick the shell of his ear, and nibble on the lobe.

“I love it when you're like this." You whisper, lightly blowing your breath over his ear. You smile pleased at the slight flinch in response.

Inuyasha frowns, "It's not a mood."

"I know, because you can be grumpy-yasha no matter what time of the month. You're only black-hair-yasha once a month, it's special."

"What?"

"Different, but the same."

He closes his eyes. "... You're drunk."

“I am not.” You slip your hand underneath his t-shirt, pushing it up and rubbing his chest slowly, nibbling on his ear.

He shifts underneath you. “What happened to ‘no sex’?”

“I lied.” You nip on his neck, sliding your fingers over his stiffening nipple, and pinching it lightly between your fingers.

“Well, I don’t feel like it.” He smirks. “And I’d rather sleep.”

You pause and blink confused and surprised at his decline. Inuyasha not ‘feel like it’? Sleep? Tired? You lean back and look at him perplexed. “Sleep?

Easily holding back laughter at your expression, he nods. “I’m tired.”

You frown. He either is having fun right now, or is just genuine tired, which would mean that black-hair-yasha is a lot less horny, and has a lot less stamina than regular-yasha. In the end, that would also mean that he’s a lot less horny and has a lot less stamina than you. You inwardly snigger.

You sit up straddling his hips, and pull off your shirt and toss it to the floor. “That doesn’t matter. You can just lay back and sleep and I’ll be gentle and try not to wake you up.” You dip your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tug at them.

Inuyasha grabs your hands, stopping you from tugging at his boxers. “No.”

“Fine, I’ll wait until you fall asleep.” You stand up, pull off your pants/skirt, and toss it to the floor near your shirt. You smile at him, catching his eyes trailing over your body. “Are you sure you’re tired?”

“Yeah, and by sleep I meant just sleep.”

“Right,” You glance down at his boxers, and sit back down on top of him. “It doesn’t look like all of you agree with that.”

“I’m serious, I want to sleep. Get off me.”

You ignore his request and turn your attention back to tugging down his boxers. Frowning, he meets your tugs with pulls, becoming irritated with your persistence.

“Damn it, woman, no means no!”

“What’s your problem? You’re never too tired!”

He growls as his patience begins to wear thin. “I am now!”

You sigh irritably, grab, and squeeze the crotch of his pants to prove your point. “It’s obvious that you’re not-“

You grunt when your back hits and bounces against the mattress and Inuyasha leans over you, holding you down tightly.

He glares down at you. “Sleep.”

You return his stare, matching all of his annoyance and frustration with your own before looking away. He rolls off you and switches off the lamp.

You roll onto your side, frowning at the wall.
~-------------------~

The ceremony had gone on beautifully and without a hitch. Besides the unforgettable moment that while walking down the aisle, Mandi tripped and landed flat on her face, and burst into embarrassed tears. Besides that, and the small rip at the bottom of her dress that was snagged, everything went well.

After the ceremony, the reception is held in Mandi’s father’s home.

You stand, eating a slice of wedding cake, and watching the newlywed couple, and other couples dance. You’re still miffed at the rejection you received from your husband that night, but still very happy for your friend. Said husband had wandered off to find a restroom a minute or so ago. You find yourself torn between thinking about how cute he looks in his suit, and just how you would revenge your rejection.

You snap away from your thoughts when a hand suddenly grabs your ass. You turn and smack the pervert.

Miroku smiles despite his stinging, red cheek. “Ah! Ms. ____, I thought you were your sister!”

You glare at him, unimpressed with his excuse. “We’re wearing different dress, dumbass. How can you?”

He blinks surprised, and quite new to your use of vulgar language. Well, he shouldn’t be too surprised, look at who you’re married to. “My apologies. Where is Inuyasha anyway?”

You stab your fork into the thicker side of your slice of cake. “He went to the restroom.”

“Well, I can’t find your sister around here anywhere, would you like to dance?” He suggests smoothly holding a hand out to you.

“…I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” You set your saucer of cake down onto a table and accept his hand.

Miroku leads you out onto the dance floor and wraps his arms around your waist loosely, just as the music changes to a slower song. Ignoring your hesitation, he pulls you closer to him and begins to sway to the music.

You frown at the brunette haired man and carefully adjust the space between the two of you. You glance over his shoulder to the other couples dancing slowly on the floor and spot Mandi dancing with her father.

“Ms. ____, do you remember when we met?”

“Yeah,” You look back to him remembering the event. “You and Inuyasha were ordering lunch at that restaurant, and I happened to be your waitress.”

He nods, smiling at the thought. “And the image of the cute mini skirt and low cut shirt you wore is still fresh in my mind.”

“Hey, go take a cold shower! That was my uniform.” You say blushing in embarrassment at the memory. “And then you grabbed my ass and asked me to be your bride.”

“It’s ironic that you would end up becoming the bride of the other person at the table.” Miroku smirks, meeting your eyes. “But if we did go out on that date then, do you think things would be different now? Me instead of Inuyasha?”

You pause, thinking about his question shortly. “Nope, not at all. I would have just used you for a free dinner, and at the time, I got the same from Inuyasha without having to give anything in return afterwards, so I think we both know who the better deal was… And is.”

Miroku looks down broodingly. “You can be so blunt and cruel when we’re alone…”

“When you insinuate things like that you give me no choice.”

He looks up, seeming to be recovering from your last blow. “It’s only harmless flirting, Ms. ___, don’t take it personally.”

You glance away annoyed with the man entirely. He clearly must have forgotten to tell all of the women he’s been with that it was only harmless, and not to take all of the dates and sex personally. If he didn’t ditch you with Inuyasha those few years ago, you would have probably fell into that same group of women, and he had the nerve to ask…

“Geez, I can’t even go away for a minute without something like this happening. Stop touching her there.” Inuyasha says, approaching Miroku and you.

“As you can see, my hands are above her waist and Ms. ___ willingly agreed to dance with me.” Miroku responds, defending his hands.

“That’s what I meant. Stop.”

Miroku tightens his arms around you, pulling you closer and closing the distance between the two of you. “But after having this dance together we’ve become so attached. I don’t think I can let go. Don’t you feel the same, Ms. ____?”

You struggle in Miroku’s tight hold. “Actually, I’m not comfortable dancing this close to you, so…”

“Back off,” Inuyasha finishes, taking a menacing step towards Miroku. Miroku releases you and steps away with a laugh.

“I’m only kidding. I’d hate to be the man to get between the two of you.” Miroku says and spots another lonely bridesmaid across the room. “My services are needed elsewhere, I’ll be off.”

You sigh and wrap your arms around Inuyasha’s neck, and he easily takes Miroku’s place. You frown, watching Miroku walk across the room to harass the unsuspecting woman. “He needs a woman and some handcuffs.”

Inuyasha raises a brow and looks down at you strangely. “…”

“…In a non-bondage way, you know what I mean.”

“Right.”

“He’s supposed to be sister’s date, but he’s getting around the room better than the wine. Where is sister anyway?” You wonder irritably looking around the room.

“In the restroom getting cozy with a waiter,” Inuyasha answers casually.

“What?”

“I’m kidding, they’re outside.”

“Inuyasha, stop joking.” You frown at him. “Is she really?”

“Yeah, I’m not joking.”

You glance away worriedly, “I’m-“

“Don’t.” He cuts you off, as if sensing your need to intervene with your sister. “She’s not going to listen, and you can’t make her. You’re walking proof, look at yourself.”

You pause, thinking over his words. “But that wasn’t a mistake. She’s with a wedding waiter, who she just met.”

“Don’t you hear what you’re saying? She hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you. She told me she likes you!”

“I bet she did.” He mutters, glancing away. “She hates that I’m with you, and if she really got with that guy, you’d feel the same way. It’s simple; let her do what she wants.”

“But…” You’re still bothered by all of the possible faults you’re finding in the waiter that you have yet to meet.

He scoffs. “You should leave all of the worrying to your mom, and be happy that she hasn’t pitched a tent outside of our apartment with a pair of binoculars or isn’t trying to deep fry me in our gasoline drizzled car.”

You arch a brow, and smile at him amused. “That’s some imagination you have there.”

“Yeah, vivid, isn’t it?” He mutters dryly.

“…By cozy, just how cozy do you mean?”

“Get ready; it’s time for the toss of the bouquet and garter!” The announcer/bridesmaid/sister of Mandi, yells into a microphone.

At once, the single, young and old, men, and women of the dancing crowd disperse and regroup on opposite sides of the room. The band stops playing and you and Inuyasha stand and watch a safe distance away from the oncoming chaos. Mandi stands in the center of the two groups, beaming prettily in her wedding dress. With no hesitation, she hurls her bouquet over the heads of the gathered single women.

You gasp, “Ayame’s going to-“ And wince. “Ouch.”

Inuyasha grimaces, “That old lady’s got bite.”

“Poor Ayame…” You watch as a smug old woman walks away with the bouquet.

"I bet old lady Shouga had to snatch a ton of those before getting Myoga to marry her." Inuyasha comments, reminded of the old couple.

Back in the center of the crowd, Mandi sits and, giggles as Ryo lifts and crawls underneath her dress earning catcalls, and shouts from their audience. He reappears with Mandi's garter in hand and tosses it over his shoulder. The garter sails by the snatching hands of single men and to the back of the group.

Miroku blinks when the garter smacks him on the side of his head and falls into his wine glass.

You and Inuyasha sit back down at your table, you stare down fondly at your wedding ring, and Inuyasha finishes the remains of his wedding cake. Seconds later, a ticked off Ayame and Koga join the table.

"That old woman, that wasn't an accident! She shoved me on purpose!" Ayame fumes.

"Now, Ayame, it's just a bunch of stupid flowers. It doesn't control when you get married. Whether or not you caught it, you could get married today or tomorrow," Koga states, indifferent to the toss. "But from the looks of that grandma..."

“Really?” Ayame turns her hopeful emerald eyes to Koga.

Koga's calmness seems to spike in the different direction under Ayame's gaze and he stammers. "Y-yes, anyone could, but it doesn't matter!"

"Koga's right, I never caught a bouquet. Don't worry Ayame." You add helpfully.

Ayame sighs and pokes at her cake with her fork. You inwardly snigger when Koga sighs in relief and glares at Inuyasha.

You smile and glance to Inuyasha. "That seemed like fun, I wish we did it after our ceremony."

Inuyasha looks to you, after returning Koga's glare. "But we did. You remember, in the backseat of the limo..."

You look away from the half demon, blushing brightly. "Not what I meant." You frown, suddenly reminded of the past night. That bastard...

"Alright, it's time for the ladies dance!" The announcer/bridesmaid/sister of Mandi announces.

"Come on, ____, let’s dance together!" Ayame says, and pulls you back to the dance floor.

"You're killing me; you know that, dog-shit?"

"The hell are you talking about?" Inuyasha asks Koga irritably.

"Every time Ayame sees how happy ___ is, even more pressure is dropped on me." Koga complains, pretty much finding Inuyasha to blame for it all.

"Oh, I see." Inuyasha smirks at the wolf demon. "Frankly, I don't give a shit about how much 'pressure' you're under, but why don't you just do what she wants?"

"Why don't you do me a favor and piss your wife off, so you stop making me look like an asshole?"

"Why don't you do me and you both a favor and shut the hell up? I'm not responsible for your stupidity."

Koga releases a frustrated sigh and looks away. He glances back to the half demon out of the side of his eye. "... The sex...?”

Inuyasha's smirk deepens. "What about it?"

"I've heard some things from Ayame... But is it really true?"

"Just name the day of the week, and I'll tell you how many times." Inuyasha answers smugly.

Koga quirks a brow, interested in the statement.

"I even have to fight for a break sometimes, it's ridiculous." He sighs, and has a drink of wine.

Koga ponders his confession momentarily. "I might have to rethink this marriage stuff."
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It just keeps on getting longer and longer every chapter, doesn’t it? 5,977 words, I think, and I really meant to add a lemon in this chapter… And who guessed that Miroku would make an appearance, and that he’d be dating your twin? Imagine that. If anyone would like to see it that way, there’s just a little bit Miroku/You.
Plus, there was in an OC in this chapter, who was really an original character, an Inuyasha. Guess who?
Thank you guys for reviewing, too, it really helped me to concentrate more on this chapter to the end. And while, I’ve been not working on this chapter I’ve been trying to control the overflow of ideas for Sesshoumaru/You fics that I’ve gotten, I hope some of you are Sessho fans, too. Then there’s the Naruto/You one-shots.
Thanks again for reading. ^.^
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