InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sesshoumaru's Secret Life ❯ A Wedding and Goodbye ( Chapter 14 )

Chapter 14: A Wedding and Goodbye

 

Sesshoumaru and the others stopped just outside Kaede's village so the demoness could get into her disguise. She had left her castle as she normally appeared to make their way here for the wedding, stopping now so she could change so as to not alert the villagers as to who she was. She was now almost five months along, still able to hide her condition for the moment but it wouldn't be much longer when she would no longer be able to do so.

 

Inuyasha would take on her persona after the ceremony to make his way back to the castle with Jaken and Shippou while Miroku, Rin, Kagome and her left to go east. Sango, Kohaku and Kirara decided they would stay at the village so as not to raise suspicion. Shippou had had the perfect solution to Rin's leaving, he was going to take her place when needed seeing as he could transform and trick others into believing he was her with his fox magic.

 

Kagome, Sango, Rin and Sesshoumaru left the others to go further into the forest where the hotspring was. Miroku kept pacing back and forth waiting for her to come back. This would be the first time everyone would see Sesshoumaru in her disguised form except for Kagome. All they had to do now was color the demon lord's long hair.

 

“Nervous, monk?” Inuyasha teased.

 

“Not at all,” Miroku lied. He was already dressed in an elegant black kimono with a white under layer and grey hakama pants that Jaken had procured for him.

 

Inuyasha snorted at his friend watching as Miroku kept nervously picking at the edges of the long sleeves. “Well, say goodbye to your bachelorhood.” He grinned as the monk picked up his pacing steps, a drop of sweat beginning to appear on his temple.

 

“What's taking so long?” Miroku asked after thirty minutes had passed.

 

“Sit down, will ya,” Inuyasha complained. “You're going to wear a trench in the ground. Kagome said it could take awhile.”

 

A few moments later the girls returned. Sango, Rin and Kagome had already changed into their more formal kimonos but had not allowed Sesshoumaru to wear the shiro-maku yet. The long white wedding kimono would be difficult for Sesshoumaru to walk in without help and Kagome had told the demoness it would be bad luck for Miroku to see her in it too soon before the wedding.

 

Sesshoumaru had been dubious of the superstition but decided to wait until they reached the village. The girls had put up her now black hair in the bunkintakashimada, the traditional style of the bride which worked very well to hide her pointed ears. Her demonic markings were now hidden under the make-up Kagome had applied except for her eyelids which would be fine, only looking like eye shadow anyways.

 

With the contacts in place turning her gold eyes to brown, Sesshoumaru looked every bit a human woman. Inuyasha would never have recognized his sister in a million years if it wasn't for her scent. The four boys and Jaken stood staring at the undeniably beautiful female that was Sesshoumaru.

 

“What do you think?” Kagome asked excitedly.

 

“Wow,” breathed Miroku coming to Sesshoumaru's side and taking her hand. He stood staring at her making the demoness blush prettily.

 

“Are you sure that's Sesshoumaru?” questioned Inuyasha, his mouth agape. He could not believe how utterly feminine his sibling looked. Even when he had found out that Sesshoumaru was female he had had a hard time seeing her as anything but masculine.

 

“Who else would I be, do not be stupid,” Sesshoumaru returned, feeling very self conscious and wishing everyone would stop gawking at her. She got a chance to vent her aggravation when Jaken came to her teary eyed saying how lovely she was. She gave him a clout over the head and turned to walk towards the village, Rin running in circles around her and Miroku who was walking beside her.

 

“We should stay overnight in the village. The new moon is out tonight isn't it?” Sango mentioned. Everyone had almost forgotten that Inuyasha would be human for the night with all the excitement of the wedding.

 

It had been decided that Kaede would oversee the ceremony although Mushin would chant the sutras before the meal to bless the newly weds. Neither the priestess nor the elder monk knew about Sesshoumaru, only being told that Miroku had met and fallen in love with a girl from another village in the west. They had even picked out a new name for the demoness to go with her new persona. She would now be known as Rumiko.

 

When they arrived, the girls quickly escorted Sesshoumaru into the hut to finish dressing while the boys headed over to the area that the wedding was going to be taking place at. The villagers had decorated an area beside a large tree and many were already in attendance excited at the prospect of a wedding.

 

“I thought we were going to keep this simple,” Miroku said to Kaede.

 

The old miko just shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Everyone is just excited to see your mystery bride,” she told him. “It's quite a thing to see ye settle down,” Kaede teased with a grin.

 

Miroku was suddenly grabbed and picked up bodily by Mushin who had just started in on the sake. “My boy, what a sad day. To see you tied down in the prime of your youth to one woman.” He let the younger monk down and hugged him. Miroku embraced him back grinning at the teasing the older man was giving him.

 

“So where is your lovely bride?” Mushin asked looking around.

 

“Kagome and Sango are getting her ready, she'll be here soon,” Miroku replied.

 

“Miroku-sama,” Rin called out running towards him. “I brought this for you.” The little girl handed him a small branch. This was the Tamagushi, a sprig of the sacred Sakai Tree, which would be offered at the ceremony.

 

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“What is all this for?” questioned Sesshoumaru looking at the items the two girls had given her. She had been given a small purse called a hakoseko, a small encased sword called a kaiken and a fan, which Sango was tucking into the obi of her kimono.

 

“They're for good luck and a happy future,” Sango told her, she took the hakoseko and kaiken from the demoness and tucked them into the folds of the kimono.

 

Sesshoumaru thought that all this ceremony and superstition was odd, demon mating was so much simpler, but she was curious about it and she wished to make Miroku happy. “I can barely move in this thing,” she complained trying to walk in the shiro-maku.

 

Kagome giggled. “You'll manage, I've never known anyone as graceful as you so I'm sure you'll do just fine.”

 

Pretty soon everyone was seated and ready to start. Miroku's heart almost stopped in his chest as Sesshoumaru appeared with Kagome's and Sango's aid. A hush fell over the crowd as the elegant and beautiful woman came forward. Many in the crowd were certain that she had to be a princess or certainly a lady of noble birth by the way she carried herself as she walked by.

 

Sesshoumaru was hiding her nervousness very well, keeping her face neutral as she carefully made her way to her husband to be. She had to take very small steps so as not to tred on the long wedding kimono and with the wataboshi on her head, she was finding it difficult to see anywhere other than straight ahead. She had not wanted to wear the wedding hood at first but the girls complained telling her it was tradition so she had relented. She was now regretting her decision about it. Her eyes softened as she looked upon her future mate, he was smiling so hugely and looking so handsome that she figured this small amount of discomfort was worth it.

 

Sesshoumaru stood beside Miroku and they both offered the Tamagushi to Kaede. Kaede passed them one of the three nuptial cups and instructed them to each take three sips of the sake from it, doing the same with the other two cups. Because Miroku had a Buddhist background, even though he was raised in a Shinto shrine, he had combined the traditions from both religions. Mushin now stepped forward and tied a gold cord around the fifth finger of each of them and then poured water over the knot, signifying the sharing of their lives. The old monk then chanted the sutras and gave Sesshoumaru a hug to welcome her into the family before he and Kaede declared to the crowd that Miroku and `Rumiko' were now husband and wife. Everyone wished them a good life with many children and then began to eat all the wonderful food that the village women had prepared for the wedding feast. Sesshoumaru was glad to finally be able to take off the hood, being careful not to disturb her hair covering her ears as she lifted it off her head.

 

Sesshoumaru surprised herself, she had actually enjoyed the ceremony and was now looking at the food trying to find the one thing that she had been craving these last few weeks. Miroku was already on top of it and passed her a plate of cooked eel. “No raw eel?” she questioned a bit disappointed that it was cooked.

 

“Ugh, no,” he responded, grimacing at the thought. “I don't know how you can eat that.”

 

It actually had not been something that Sesshoumaru would have ever eaten but these cravings for it had broken down her resolve and now she found she just had to have it almost at the exclusion of anything else. “It is not so bad, want to try it?” she teased her new husband as they sat down.

 

“No thanks, you enjoy,” he grinned back at her, placing his hand on her belly under the table so others wouldn't see.

 

Sesshoumaru leaned forward and nipped his ear, she had lately been getting other cravings and was looking forward to the marriage bed this evening. Miroku gave a shiver, a bit nervous as to what was going to happen later. The demoness had explained that for them to be mates in her tradition they would have to share blood and he was hoping it wasn't going to be too painful when she bit him with her sharp fangs.

 

Inuyasha, Kagome and the others joined them at their table, the hanyou welcoming his new brother in law into his family, clapping him on the back with a big grin on his face. The group sat and chatted watching as the kids all ran around having fun and getting into trouble.

 

Sesshoumaru and Miroku slipped off during the festivities to the private hut the villagers had readied for them, the demoness seducing the monk easily with unspoken promises of pleasure. Inuyasha soon followed, making his way to Kaede's hut before the sun went down, Kagome, Shippou and Rin walking with him. The others stayed behind at the party, Sango keeping an eye on the very drunk older monk and toad demon as they argued in slurred tones back and forth about something or another, both of them downing cup after cup of sake as if it was water.

 

“That was a nice wedding,” Kagome sighed as she tucked in Rin and Shippou. The two kids were fairly exhausted from all the activity of the day and were soon asleep.

 

“I'm surprised that Sesshoumaru even agreed to go through with it,” he answered, “she must really love that lecherous monk.”

 

“Inuyasha, be nice. He is part of your family now,” Kagome admonished sitting down beside the hanyou as he turned human. The teen girl gave a little gasp and stared at the human boy.

 

“What?” Inuyasha questioned.

 

“It's just…you and Sesshoumaru…look so much alike now,” she said with wonder. The similarities between the two siblings were quite striking now that both of them looked human, more so than when they were in their normal forms.

 

“You think I look like a girl?” Inuyasha asked a bit huffily.

 

“No, no I just meant you can really tell you're related. You're really going to be able to fool everyone when you dress up like Sesshoumaru.” Kagome giggled when Inuyasha made a face that looked so much like his sisters disdainful glare that he had pretty well proven her point.

 

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“Sesshoumaru, no more, a man can only do so much,” Miroku groaned, not wanting to believe that he had met his match in the bedroom. He lay on the futon spread eagled and breathing hard.

 

Sesshoumaru grinned and stopped her teasing, purring deeply within her chest and snuggled up beside her naked mate. For the first time in her life totally letting down all her defences and allowing someone to see who she really was. No one other than her mate would ever see her this way. All others would only know the cold lord of the west and not the warm, caring woman that had been hiding for so many years behind the guise of a man. Even Inuyasha had only seen a small part of what she was.

 

The sun would be coming up soon so she decided to let her human get some sleep. She actually had been quite impressed with Miroku's stamina and she gently kissed the area at the base of his neck where she had taken his blood and marked him before resting her head on his chest. She had used the small sword that Sango had given her earlier to cut her own neck to allow the monk to partake of her blood. Now according to both human and demon traditions they were mated for life.

 

Miroku sighed in total contentment. Usually it was him that was left not totally satisfied, his past women unable to continue on with the love making as long as he would have liked. Not so with his quick learning wife, she would make a nymphomaniac look like a virgin. He wrapped his arms around Sesshoumaru and held her close as he began to drift off.

 

Morning came too soon and Miroku groggily got up when Inuyasha came in and literally dragged him out of bed. “Sesshoumaru's already up and waiting,” the hanyou told his brother in law. The half demon grinned broadly, “gave you quite a night did she?”

 

Miroku blushed, throwing a pillow at his friend and now family member. He started to dress himself, his muscles stiff and slightly sore causing Inuyasha to laugh teasingly at his discomfort. “I'll be right there, now get out,” the monk grumped throwing another pillow.

 

When Miroku came out the entire group made their way into the forest and watched as Inuyasha transformed himself into the lord of the west. “Do not slip up and let anyone see your left arm,” admonished Sesshoumaru.

 

“I'm not stupid you know,” Inuyasha grumbled back at his sister as he put the Tetsusaiga and the fake Toukijin into the yellow and blue obi. “Man this armour is heavy, how do you ever walk around with it all the time?”

 

“You will get used to it, I told you to practice more with it.” Sesshoumaru then grudgingly passed over her long boa. “Take good care of this,” she demanded seriously. “It is precious to me.”

 

Inuyasha folded it over his right shoulder. “I will, don't worry,” he returned.

 

Kagome put the finishing touches on the makeup on his face while Sango brushed his unruly hair flat, pinning his ears down under the white tresses. They all stood back to look at the finished results. Sesshoumaru was astonished at how much her hanyou brother looked like her, she had not been expecting the transformation to be so convincing. Inuyasha put on his sister's characteristic uncaring visage completing the illusion.

 

“Well I guess this is it then,” Kagome stated, beginning to feel sad that she would have to leave Inuyasha. The hanyou too, gave the girl who had been at his side almost constantly a long look.

 

“It's only for a few months, the time will fly by and you guys will be together again,” Miroku announced with a smile, watching his two friends.

 

“I know that,” Inuyasha blushed. Kagome face also went pink and the two teens looked away from each other.

 

“It is time we should be leaving,” stated Sesshoumaru.

 

“Take care of my sister and my soon to be nephew,” Inuyasha ordered Miroku.

 

“Or niece,” stated Sesshoumaru, “and worry about the western lands, they better still be there when I return.”

 

Inuyasha grinned when he realized his sister was teasing him. “Jaken,” he commanded in a perfect imitation of Sesshoumaru's regal tone. “It is time to leave.”

 

The toad jumped just as he would have done had the real Sesshoumaru commanded him. “Yes, my lord.” he replied and then scowled when he realized that he had given the hanyou the respect he would have shown his master.

 

The two groups parted after promising each other to keep in touch. It was going to be a long few months.