Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and characters. But boy do they own me!
This story was inspired by the manga Nanaco Robin. I will not be following the story exactly.
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At 3pm on a lazy Sunday afternoon, a wedding was disrupted.
The cacophony of church doors crashing open and hastened footsteps reverberated through the echoey hall, signalling the presence of their uninvited guest.
The priest halted in mid benediction. The hanyou turned away from the woman whom he would soon call wife. Someone dropped their pamphlet and swore softly.
All eyes watched with disbelief, frozen in stupefied silence, as the rude interloper stalked up to the groom and snatched his arm.
"Let's go!" The stranger yelled, dragging the dumbfounded groom down the aisle.
After a few sluggish steps, the groom startled out of his stunned reverie. Digging in his heels, he frantically sought the eyes of his future bride.
"I'm sorry," he said earnestly, "I can't do this."
With a last apologetic nod, the hanyou fled the church, hand in hand with the anxious wedding crasher.
Astonished guests grew uneasy at the unnatural stillness that followed the couple's dramatic departure, and the silence became punctuated with awkward coughs and whispers.
"I'm going to kill him!" The piercing cry cut through the air, a high keening lament of a woman's unbound fury.
Everyone gaped at the jilted bride as she ran from the altar, arms thrown wide, to draw the raving, distraught mother of the groom into a soothing hug.
The chapel exploded into a uproar as family members, guests and wedding staff stirred simultaneously into action. Tongues wagged in hushed tones, knowing looks were exchanged and condolences murmured for the surprisingly composed bride.
From the safety of his podium, the priest hid a smile, merriment shining in lavender eyes as he surveyed the chaos before him.
Never before in all the weddings he had officiated, had Miroku been so entertained, then at the almost marriage of Inuyasha Tashio and Sango Satsugai.
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She was the vision of tragic beauty; a melancholy picture of long luxurious dark locks, white skin and mournful doe eyes. The woman gazed unseeingly into the crowded platform, heart broken and bleeding, ears straining against the noise of the trains, hoping for the voice of her beloved.
"Onee-san!"
Startled, the woman hurriedly brushed away the tears that clung to her lashes. It wouldn't do to let Kagome see her cry. Her tenacious twin might just strong-arm her into going home (to a hot bath, comfy slippers and momma's udon) and that would defeat the whole purpose of running away.
Looking up with an excuse ready on her lips, she gasped.
It was him. The insufferable, rude, brash, headstrong, captivating, wonderful him. Her chest constricted painfully; he was still wearing his wedding tux.
With an impatient nudge from Kagome - 'hurry up you dope!' she urged - Inuyasha went to his lover's side.
"I'm sorry," he sighed, sinking to his knees, hands reaching out to envelop her trembling fists. "Forgive me. I was so stupid."
She shook her head, trying valiantly to fight off the heady joy and happiness that overwhelmed her senses. No, this couldn't be happening. He had been ready to marry that girl. She had been prepared to let him go. So why was he here, grovelling before her, when life had already torn them apart?
"Forgive me, please?" Inuyasha pleaded, pressing urgent kisses to her knuckles, her palms, her wrist. "I should've never - I'm sorry. Please. I love you."
A strangled sob burst from her lips. Hope and despair, forgiveness and pride warred within her heart.
It was sight of his adorable puppy ears, flattened in dismay at the tears carousing down her cheeks, that finally ended the tumultuous battle.
Hiccupping madly with a small wobbly smile growing on her lips, Kikiyou fell into his arms, responding with her own declaration of love.
Kagome hastily adverted her eyes as the reconciled couple proceeded to reaffirm their devotion to each other with a very (and highly inappropriate) public display of affection.
"Onee-san?" She queried, shuddering at the sounds of her sister tonguing it with the hanyou. "Inuyasha?"
A loud horn sounded and the train conductor called out for last boarders; the lovers were too engrossed to notice.
"Guys!" Kagome shouted.
Kikiyou pulled away first, lips red and swollen from Inuyasha's kisses. "Oh, right, the train."
"Yes, can't you guys just elope already? You can do all that," Kagome gestured to Inuyasha's possessive hands upon her twin's waist, "once you're safely on the train."
Extricating herself from the hanyou's clasp, Kikiyou embraced her other brave, incredible half. "Thank you Kagome."
Strong arms engulfed both women in a bone-crushing hug.
"Thank you too," Inuyasha grunted, "we owe ya."
Kagome grinned at her two precious people, "You're welcome. Now get going!"
At 5pm on a lazy Sunday afternoon, a laughing, happy couple left on a train.
Though finally free from all the forces and authorities that would pull them apart, their future was still uncertain with many obstacles yet to be faced. But they had each other. And that was all that mattered.