Consequences of Marriage by Gladiel

chapter 1: rude awakening

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Title: Consequences of Marriage
Author: Gladiel
Series: Inuyasha
Genre: Romance, Humor
Rating: M
Summary: AU She never dreamed of waking up one day and suddenly finding herself married to a stranger. He never thought he'd get a wife that way either. But then, the best things in life sometimes come unexpected. Sesshoumaru x Kagome

Kagome groaned, putting her hand on her forehead. Her awareness of a terrible headache cutting through her brain disturbed her previously seemingly peaceful sleep. Sunlight met her drowsy eyes and as she turned her body to the right and reached for a pillow, her hands touched something that was somewhat hard, covered with the same quilt she was using.

She suddenly became aware of a foreign masculine smell and the realization that she was sleeping on a bed from which that pleasant odor, but a man's nonetheless, came from, snapped her awake.

She sat up and upon doing so her eyes automatically looked down, facing her naked body. Instinctively she tried to cover herself with the comforter by pulling it close to her breasts, as if to hide her state of being naked from someone else. Her eyes automatically shifted to the left and the sight that greeted her forced an execration from her mouth.

"What the hell..."

A silver-haired god was lying on the bed, chest-down, obviously in a deep slumber. Kagome's eyes stayed glued on his amazingly fair skin, free of any imperfections. He had a Grecian nose and pale-pink lips that Kagome almost imagined magnificent wings sprouting from his slender back. He was breathtakingly beautiful, like an idol in a poster out to seduce countless fans, only he was real, embodied into this perfect man lying down, oblivious to her current dilemma.

Wait a minute! If he's with his shirt off then...does that mean he's naked down there? What the hell...was she doing there, sitting--no, sleeping beside this stranger? Did they do it?

She peeked under the sheets to check if she was naked all the way down.

"All the way down..." came the whispered shock, her heart pounding both in nervousness and incredulity. "Does this mean I'm no longer a virgin?" she asked no one in particular, her voice still a whisper.

Clutching the comforter close to her chest, she stood up, left the bed, and turned around, momentarily forgetting that a man was sleeping on the same set of mattresses and pillows.

Upon seeing the full nakedness of his body, a sexy butt uncovered by the quilt she was holding, she screamed him awake.

"Gods, what is it woman?" he shouted angrily, grudgingly opening his eyes, displeased by the human alarm-clock who woke him from a much-coveted sleep without permission.

"Who are you?" she shrieked, while standing in one corner like a hunted rabbit, body covered by his comforter.

"What the...what are you doing in my room?" he demanded, before groaning at the awareness of an ax-sharp headache.

"Well, you tell me! This is your room, isn't it?"

He turned around, chest-up, and frowned at his state of undress. He pulled the blanked over himself to get some decency. Where was his comforter anyway?

He glanced at the woman again. How could he forget?

He tried to grip on even just one fleeting memory of the night before but none would itself known to him. So he has a terrible hang-over, a strange woman screaming her lungs out, and was barely covered with a blanket.

So why was there a woman in his flat again?

"Oh God, please tell me you're an angel. I don't mind losing my virginity to an angel," she started rambling.

"Pardon?" he asked, looking at her as if she lost her mind. Of all the people he slept with, it was one who was newly released from a mental hospital.

"And I believed in marriage before sex! I am supposed to be a virgin until then! We did it, didn't we?" she asked, directing her grey-blue eyes at him, glassy with confusion.

"You're a virgin?" he asked in disbelief.

"Well, probably not anymore!" she almost screamed.

"How old are you anyway?" He looked at her skeptically, one brow raised. She seemed to be in her mid-twenties already, perhaps at twenty-six or seven.

"That doesn't matter!"

The woman was clearly about to go into hysterics, if she hadn't already.

"Would you please keep quiet and let us talk things over calmly. It's not as if I know what happened either," he said in frigid tones that effectively stopped her from breaking his glass windows with her voice.

Her attention was suddenly caught by a sheet of paper lying on top of the table beside her. Wordlessly she picked it up, as if she forgot his existence as she did so. He watched her every movement carefully and noticed the sudden widening of her eyes.

"Oh God..." she muttered, loud enough for him to hear. "I'm married to a stranger."