Summary: He has been a wedding dress designer for years, and he's seen them all; Pushy, kind, rich, poor- And he's seen all the dresses as well. He's made dress of silk, velvet, duct tape, diamonds- Even glass. But not only is Rin very cheerful, she's also a bit eccentric, and really doesn't want to get married. Oh yeah- And she also wants a wedding dress made out of chocolate.

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Chapter One

A Dress Made of Chocolate

The woman sat there for a good four hours, for which Sesshomaru was regretful. It was vital that he keep his customers happy. But the woman was patient and looked somewhat cheerful, despite the fact that sadness permeated off of her like heat from an oven.

She was doll-like. A porcelain figure with soft, cream-colored skin and her hands all twisted together. A simple ring shone on her ring finger, and she constantly toyed with it, pulling on, off, twisting it around. Her dark hair fell in thick, lustrous waves. Clearly, she was someone who was slowly progressing towards wedding day- She'd already begun to make preparations. Sesshomaru saw, everyday, another glowing bride whose hair would fall in a frizz-free waterfall, whose lips would be glossy and shaped, whose nails were painted sparkly golden and white.

This woman did not glow. She just sat there, looking tired and somewhat bored. She checked her watch, an ornate piece of jewelry that clashed with the rest of her professional ensemble. Her eyes, doe-brown and chocolate, were calm, too calm, almost to the point where she looked very tired. Sesshomaru finally finished the woman he was working on and headed over to the other, extending his hand in greeting.

"Hello," he said in a soothing, velvety voice. "I apologize for the wait. I am Sesshomaru Takahashi, owner of this establishment. What can I do for you today?" Her grip was soft, but firm, and she was smiling despite the wait. Sesshomaru noticed she was clutching a white paper bag in her grip, one with the name of a familiar sounding chocolate shop on the front.

She laughed, and when she did, her whole face seemed to light up a little brighter. Her smile touched her eyes, something he rarely saw in the demanding women that came by. "That's okay. Aren't you charming? Well," she stood up, her lovely dark eyes earnest, "My name is Rin Yorozoku."

"Soon to be?"

"No," she said carefully, her eyes sharpening for a minute. "That's my maiden name." She released his hand, and Sesshomaru suddenly knew this woman was not going, completely consensually, into this wedding.

"I apologize," he said smoothly, covering his mistake. "Do come with me. Shall we figure out your dress?"

"Actually," Rin followed him to the back room and set down the paper he'd just noticed she was holding. "I already know what I want."

A woman who knew what she wanted. That was surprising. Sesshomaru got looks from engaged women- heck, even mothers, so he thought he knew what to expect. Every woman wanted a dress specially designed by Sesshomaru Takahashi- After all, he was considered to have a taste that was considered unachievable. He knew what a woman looked good in, and what she could do without. He gently took the paper from Rin and sat down.

As Sesshomaru looked over the design, Rin looked in awe at the gorgeous designs and intricate lace patterns. He watched her twirl around and the corner of his mouth twitched a little bit.

Sesshomaru himself was a tad bit impressed. Although she was no artist, the dress was sketchy and elegant. It was simple but beautiful; Sesshomaru could imagine folds of chiffon for the skirt, the silk white bodice draped with tiny little pearl beads. Rin was very small and delicate, so he could picture making the dress small and delicate as well. She was like a fairy, and the dress would emphasize her well. But then, every dress he made emphasized any body structure.

As he pictured it, Rin was in the back, admiring the dresses. She found delicate, princess like ones, and very posh ones teeming with large silk flowers. There were dressed that wrapped around and hugged the body, and there were loose ones that flowed outwards in rivers.

She felt beautiful just standing there.

Sesshomaru clearing his throat brought her back. She headed over to him- goodness, he was incredibly good-looking, like some kind of Greek god. He had a white silk suit and a lavender tie with ruffles framing the button lines. He offered her a hand, elevating her to the pedestal.

He measured her waist, around the chest, and around the head for her veil, and then turned to write some measurements.

"This looks like a lovely dress," he said calmly. "I have some ideas for the material, so-"

"Um," Rin said abruptly. She looked embarrassed with herself, and he urged her to keep talking, amber eyes curious. "Um, I have a specific material and color I thought of..."

"That's okay too," he said cautiously. In these events, when he considered his opinion better than the customers, (which was 99.9% of the time), he had to carefully convince them that no, a lilac, bright orange, and mustard yellow dress with spontaneous red shoes was not really a good idea. He hoped Rin was not one of those people.

"My mother," Rin said quietly, "was a pâtissier and a high class chocolatier." Sesshomaru didn't know where this was going, until he saw Rin take out the huge box of white chocolate that had been nestled into the bottom of the bag she'd been carrying earlier.

What the...

"Can you please make my wedding dress out of chocolate?"

He just stared at her, surprised for once. His jaw dropped a little and he pulled himself together and cleared his throat. "Ch-Chocolate?"

"Mm," Rin nodded. "This is the last full box of handmade white chocolate she made, and she was really crafty. So I... Wanted to preserve it into a dress and take a picture." Sesshomaru was changing his mind- this woman was absolutely nuts.

She began to look crestfallen, as she took in his less-than-enthusiastic face. "I-I see..." She slowly stood up, retracting the box of chocolate. "I'll... Try to find someone else, then." She turned, holding the box tightly in her arms, and he noticed that she was walking rather uncomfortably in the light brown heels. Had she been walking around all day, trying to find someone who would comply to her crazy request?

He was about to turn away, but suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration. He was a dress designer, right at the top with the other extremely well-known designers. If he could make a dress from duct tape and Pokémon cards, he could definitely attempt to make Rin a dress out of chocolate, even though it was an absolutely … eccentric idea.

It was going to be difficult. He had never been one to turn down a challenge, though. He went after her, catching up just as she was leaving. The bell danced for a minute, and Rin paused, turning to him.

"Listen." he said quickly. "I looked over the dress, and... I want to try it, okay?" Now she was glowing. Her face brightened, and a brilliant smile crossed her face. It was like her face just lit up. Dimples adorned her cheeks and she just continued grinning. "I'm going to call you later today, or later this week. I can't be positive because I have a lot of customers, but I really do want to try it out."

"Oh," she said, "Thank you so much, you have no idea what this means for me." She handed him the box and bounced on the balls of her feet with renewed enthusiasm. "Thank you thank you thank you."

He raised a hand, stilling her display of enthusiasm. "We'll see how it goes, Ms. Yorozoku."

"Please," she grinned, writing her number down and handing it to him as she held open the glass door. "Call me Rin."

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That's part one, guys! ^^ I hope you like this one, it's my first step away from my usual comfort zone of Vocaloids O.o Please review! The rest will be longer, I promise!