InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Resurgence ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

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Chapter 12

The wedding was only a few short days away. The venue had been decided, and the plans had been set out.

All maidens were jealous that Kouga and I were to be wed. I had the perfect dress, white lace with only the finest silk. I saw many younger girls ogling my dress. I could see the desire in there eyes for my gown, and as far as I was concerned they could have it. The wedding was just a protocol to a life I did not want. A life I did not wish to live.

I was the perfect bride for all the men. The virgin bride is what was all going around, and it was something that was sought after. Men wanted an untarnished woman. They wanted a woman in which no other man had been with, but I really do not think that mattered to Kouga. He knew, as well as I, that that wish was not true.

I let out a long breath as I had to go through the wedding plans once more with my aunt, also known as the Queen. She was hell-bent on setting up this wedding, and although many did not like the idea of the queen doing labor, my aunt would hear none of it. This was something she loved to do, and I was also her favorite niece. No matter of begging or pleading could get her out of my hair.

“It does not matter to me,” I replied with as much patience as I could muster. For the past hour and a half we were trying to go over whether or not the tables should have white lace to cover them or if they should be covered in purple, showing all that attended the wedding of my royal heritage.

My aunt let in a quick intake of breath, “Kagome,” she admonished, “this is to be your biggest day. I would think that you would be rather ecstatic,” she replied as she turned her kind hazel eyes on me.

No matter how much annoyance I had gathered on the matter, one soft look from my aunt and I could not help but feel remorseful, “It is not the day that is made me uncaring,” I told her honestly.

The day had nothing to do with it. I had always envisioned my wedding. In my head the wedding was always so perfect. Violins and a full orchestra by candle light for the reception. Of course I would have it by the little river that runs up from our estate. With the way the flowers were in full bloom, the multiple colors would lend something that no matter of dress or design could bring.

The weather would be perfect as well. Cool, warm, summer air would breeze through everyone's hair - bringing the best smells of all the joys of the season.

I would ride up on one of my fathers Indian canoes they learned how to make from the New World. The water would flow gently beneath me as one of the servants brought me to my knight in shining armor.

Candles would adorn all sides of my walk way, as I made my way out of the little boat, my long white flowing dress swaying gently behind me as I started my graceful approach to my love.

I would finally look up at him then. His amber orbs penetrating my own. I felt a small blush dust my cheeks as I met his loving gaze, but I could never look away.

This was the moment that I had always waited for. The moment in which my love and I would be united for eternity, so with his dark hair swaying gently in the midsummer night, I would make my way up that walkway and into his waiting arms. Forever enchanted by his beautiful golden gaze.

“Kagome.”

I shook my head as I heard the urgency in her calling my name.

I blinked my eyes a couple of times as I turned my head towards my aunt. She had a very confused look on her face, “Are you all right?” She asked me once we made eye contact.

I let out a small breath, “of course,” I replied with a smile on my face.

She looked deeply into my orbs. She was just like my father in that regard, no matter how hard I tried, they could always see through any farce I was trying to play.

I had to shift my eyes down as I looked over the piles of paper that were flowing in my hands. I never noticed there were this many.

I heard her let out a long sigh, “as long as you say so,” she finally replied.

I was grateful that she did not wish to pry.

I had too many people trying to figure out the immediate cause for me finally accepting Kougas' advances, but it did not matter, soon enough everyone would know that I was with child. There was no way that an eight month old infant could have the same weight as a nine month old, but I was not really interested in that minor detail either.

People could say what they wanted. No one would guess the truth. Yes, it might be Kouga's child, but that child was in no way consensual.

I had to quickly turn my head the other way as I felt tears brimming on my orbs. I could not let my aunt see me cry.

I pulled my hand over my face, trying to make it look like I was just stressing over the papers in my hands instead of covering up my regrets. Apparently she bought it.

“I am with you, too,” she joked as she shuffled the papers around. Her joyous laugh escaped her prime red painted lips as she set the papers on the cheery desk in front of her.

I quickly dabbed at my eyes.

She turned towards me, “Shall we take a break from this for awhile,” she asked with a kind smile gracing her features. It was always so hard to say no to her.

I gave her a weak smile back, “I would like that, but could you give me a moment?” I asked as I made my way to stand.

Her smile quickly gave way to understanding, “Of course. I will just meet you in the tea room,” and with that she left.

I quickly turned down my hall towards the wash room.

Once inside, I took a deep breath. I needed to get my emotions under control, but as I thought that, I began to feel tears gathering around my orbs once more.

I could never blame the child for any of this. This would never be its fault, and even though I never wanted to go through what I had to in order to receive the child, that would not make me ungrateful for the little gift inside me.

I would love this child for as long as I lived. The precious thing was not at fault for the sins of its father. It was not at fault for causing its mother heartache. None of that was the little ones fault, so with this child, I could at least move forward with my life. I could, at least, make an attempt to live my life for it. I owed the child at least that much, if nothing more.

I took one more deep breath, as I was certain that my emotions were now under control, and I was not on the verge of a break down, I left the wash room and headed towards my aunt, so we could begin, what would no doubt be, a discussion on her husbands rule.

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