Perfection Broken
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Category:
InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,503
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Temple of Choice
IMPORTANT A/N: Just a notice to all who have recognized--yes, this is an adaptation from Kuzuremasu with permission from Khemet. Email her if you don't believe me. We thought it would be interesting to see if the story still flowed as well with fanfiction names, hence this result. A repeat for some readers, but new for many. Thanks for being so observant, but please read the A/N's in the future.
Chpt 2 Temple of Choice
Sango barrelled down the street in the tiny rental car, scaring pedestrians and pigeons alike in what Kagome like to call her “wild haze of mechanical destruction.” She knew better than to speak to her when she was like this, and instead held on for dear life.
“Damn, we're going to be late.”
Kagome stayed silent as they took a sharp curve going fifty, counting to three before she lost her lunch all over the burgundy red dress that Sango had insisted she wear. Damned if she cared—she just wanted to arrive in one piece. Sango continued talking, completely oblivious to her passenger's distress.
“But it's so strange—a betrothal ceremony is so...old-fashioned. I mean, only the really wealthy and royalty even go through anything like that anymore. Maybe this guy is...I dunno... Don't you think it's a little strange?”
“Um...yeah...”
Kagome clamped down on her throat as they took another curve and then crossed four lanes of traffic to make a sharp left. She didn't honestly know—her company had sent her to Tokyo due to her proficiency in languages, and each time she had tried to explain that moving to a big city was completely different from dealing with the small shrines that she knew so well, they just slapped he on her back and said—“Oh we know you'll do fine...”
So here she was, in the car with the obviously mentally unstable co-worker that the company had assigned to her in order to get her acclimated to living in one of the largest cities in the world. Truth be told, she really liked Sango, and was more than happy for the company since she missed home so terribly.
Except at times like these.
Sango careened into one final right turn before abruptly stopping mere centimeters away from the car parked in front of them. Kagome got out on wobbly legs and turned around to a shell-shocked Sango who was in front of the car staring heavensward, mouth agape.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Kagome looked up to see a massive temple that seemed to rise out of thin air, the awnings so large that they were lost in the etheral mist of the mountainside. It was odd—a castle in the middle of nowhere leading into the shrouded heavens. And beautiful—almost like a Japanese fairy tale castle. No one had to tell her that the groom was very well off—in Japan the older the temple, the wealthier the family and if the current one jutting out of the face of a small mountain was any indication, Sango's friend had hit the jackpot.
Damn.
Wealthy or not, there had to be at least two hundred steps up to the first floor, and Kagome could tell that her pantyhose would give in by the time they reached the top step. She looked at Sango and could tell that she was thinking the same thing, but they'd come too far to turn around now.
“Come on, Sango. We're already late...”
***
“Shimatta!”
Sesshomaru felt trapped, strained as if someone had tied a noose around his neck and tightened suddenly. He grunted towards Inuyasha, who only sighed and helped him adjust the ceremonial garb. It felt too tight.
“The suit won't grow any, so stop jerking it.”
Sesshomaru glared at his brother of over twenty years, pissed that it wasn't Inuyasha in the ceremonial garb and he adjusting the measurements. But this is what he wanted, wasn't it? What he desired—a wife and child in order to be considered “mature” enough to take over Taisho Enterprises and solidify his position as the head of the company and Taisho estate. So, an arranged marriage. Perfect, thought-out, flawless.
Love was for women and romance novels, not business or marriage.
“Fine. Let's just get this overwith.”
The doors slid open noiselessly and Sesshomaru stepped out like royalty, waiting as the members of both families bowed before the groom-to-be and heir to the Taisho fortune, his gaze cold and steely even as he regarded the woman whom he would marry, with whom he would spend the remainder of his life...
Sesshomaru felt a gust of air and the gravity of the moment was broken as the entry doors of the great hall creaked open, spilling cool outside light into the stagnant space.
Two women were standing in the doorway, and Sesshomaru looked up for a moment...
...a fraction of a moment...
...and saw a pair of eyes that stopped his heart cold.
~TBC~
Chpt 2 Temple of Choice
Sango barrelled down the street in the tiny rental car, scaring pedestrians and pigeons alike in what Kagome like to call her “wild haze of mechanical destruction.” She knew better than to speak to her when she was like this, and instead held on for dear life.
“Damn, we're going to be late.”
Kagome stayed silent as they took a sharp curve going fifty, counting to three before she lost her lunch all over the burgundy red dress that Sango had insisted she wear. Damned if she cared—she just wanted to arrive in one piece. Sango continued talking, completely oblivious to her passenger's distress.
“But it's so strange—a betrothal ceremony is so...old-fashioned. I mean, only the really wealthy and royalty even go through anything like that anymore. Maybe this guy is...I dunno... Don't you think it's a little strange?”
“Um...yeah...”
Kagome clamped down on her throat as they took another curve and then crossed four lanes of traffic to make a sharp left. She didn't honestly know—her company had sent her to Tokyo due to her proficiency in languages, and each time she had tried to explain that moving to a big city was completely different from dealing with the small shrines that she knew so well, they just slapped he on her back and said—“Oh we know you'll do fine...”
So here she was, in the car with the obviously mentally unstable co-worker that the company had assigned to her in order to get her acclimated to living in one of the largest cities in the world. Truth be told, she really liked Sango, and was more than happy for the company since she missed home so terribly.
Except at times like these.
Sango careened into one final right turn before abruptly stopping mere centimeters away from the car parked in front of them. Kagome got out on wobbly legs and turned around to a shell-shocked Sango who was in front of the car staring heavensward, mouth agape.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Kagome looked up to see a massive temple that seemed to rise out of thin air, the awnings so large that they were lost in the etheral mist of the mountainside. It was odd—a castle in the middle of nowhere leading into the shrouded heavens. And beautiful—almost like a Japanese fairy tale castle. No one had to tell her that the groom was very well off—in Japan the older the temple, the wealthier the family and if the current one jutting out of the face of a small mountain was any indication, Sango's friend had hit the jackpot.
Damn.
Wealthy or not, there had to be at least two hundred steps up to the first floor, and Kagome could tell that her pantyhose would give in by the time they reached the top step. She looked at Sango and could tell that she was thinking the same thing, but they'd come too far to turn around now.
“Come on, Sango. We're already late...”
***
“Shimatta!”
Sesshomaru felt trapped, strained as if someone had tied a noose around his neck and tightened suddenly. He grunted towards Inuyasha, who only sighed and helped him adjust the ceremonial garb. It felt too tight.
“The suit won't grow any, so stop jerking it.”
Sesshomaru glared at his brother of over twenty years, pissed that it wasn't Inuyasha in the ceremonial garb and he adjusting the measurements. But this is what he wanted, wasn't it? What he desired—a wife and child in order to be considered “mature” enough to take over Taisho Enterprises and solidify his position as the head of the company and Taisho estate. So, an arranged marriage. Perfect, thought-out, flawless.
Love was for women and romance novels, not business or marriage.
“Fine. Let's just get this overwith.”
The doors slid open noiselessly and Sesshomaru stepped out like royalty, waiting as the members of both families bowed before the groom-to-be and heir to the Taisho fortune, his gaze cold and steely even as he regarded the woman whom he would marry, with whom he would spend the remainder of his life...
Sesshomaru felt a gust of air and the gravity of the moment was broken as the entry doors of the great hall creaked open, spilling cool outside light into the stagnant space.
Two women were standing in the doorway, and Sesshomaru looked up for a moment...
...a fraction of a moment...
...and saw a pair of eyes that stopped his heart cold.
~TBC~