"Sesshomaru, what do you think?" I look over towards my brother and his intended mate, a blank expression on my face. "You weren't listening, were you?" I silently arch an eyebrow while my brother fumes beside me.

"What the h***l's your problem?" InuYasha yells. "The least you can do is listen to my fiancee!" Said fiancee rests a hand on his arm, silently urging him to calm down.

"InuYasha, it's fine. This doesn't seem to be his thing." InuYasha huffs, crossing his arms, acting every bit the younger brother he is.

"So? Why'd he show up if he wasn't gonna help?" Kikyo rolls her eyes, a gentle smile on her lips.

"That could have something to do with the fact that you threatened to send Miroku down to his office in nothing but a tattered cardboard box if he didn't." I shuddered slightly at the image that now played itself, once again, in my head. This Sesshomaru wanted that lecherous monk nowhere near his place of work. InuYasha scoffs, slouching into his seat; this earns him another eye roll from his intended. "Sesshomaru, if you want to leave you can. We'll just meet you at the dance studio later. Sound good?" I nod and stand up, gathering my things. I'd already taken the day off for my younger brother's wedding planning, unsure of why I was needed but compliant at my father's request, I might as well spend some time to myself before that dreadful dance lesson.

"You are quite lucky, hanyou, to have this woman at your side. I do not believe I know of any women that would be capable of tolerating your attitude as well as her. Kikyo." I nod my head in her direction and take my leave. I sling my jacket over my shoulder and walk down the sidewalk, favoring the cool autumn breeze. The studio is only a few miles away and I recall seeing a restaurant not far from there. I sniff the air finding the scent of cooked meat and follow it. The halfbreed proposed to the miko ages ago. They've only just recently settled on a date and, as expected, final preparations are being made. One of these preparations, unfortunately, requires all of the groomsmen and bridesmaids to take dance lessons once a week until the wedding in four months.

My phone begins to ring in my pocket and I quickly answer it.

"Hello, Sesshomaru!" Rin, my adopted daughter yells. I hold the phone out a ways from my ear to keep my hearing intact. "How's the wedding stuff going? Rin is sure it's been wonderful! Rin was wondering if she and Mr. Jaken could order a pizza and rent a movie!" Jaken's voice could easily be heard through the phone, telling her that her father was far too busy to answer such stupid questions.

"Of course, Rin. Allow me to speak with Jaken." I reply, calmly.

"Okay, Sesshomaru! Thank you!" She hands the phone to the impish man, with a, "Sesshomaru wants to speak with you!"

"Yes, sir?" Jaken's voice, now tentative and hesitant, speaks into the receiver.

"You are to order Rin a pizza with whatever she would like on it and find a movie she would like, use the business card I gave you."

"Yes, sir! Anything to please you, sir!" I can practically see the short man bowing repeatedly.

"And Jaken? If I ever hear you speak to my daughter like that again, you will be lucky to only be in search of new employment. Do you understand me?" I hear him squawk in fear.

"Y-yes sir, a thousand apologies sir!" I nod my head and hang up the mobile device, having arrived at my destination. Walking in, I hold up one finger to the hostess and she quickly finds a table. Seeing as I am not driving and will have to endure two hours locked in a room with not only my bumbling idiot of a brother, but three of his friends as well, I indulge in a glass of wine; red, of course. Checking my watch after my meal, I pay my bill and make the brief walk to the studio. I am the first to arrive and let myself in. Inside, the floor is bamboo paneling, the front wall is covered with a large mirror while the other three are painted an off-white with several windows, a ballet bar is attached to one stretching roughly ten feet. I drape my jacket over the back of one of the chairs and sit, waiting. Within two minutes, a woman walks in who strikes me as familiar. She has long, wavy black hair that reaches her waist, porcelain skin, a nice figure with the build of a dancer, and deep blue eyes. She looks surprised to see me.

"Sesshomaru? Is that really you?" I arch an eyebrow at the girl. She smiles at me, her eyes widening in a realization I was not a part of. "Oh my god! I had no idea you were coming today! How've you been?" I stand up, my hands in my pockets.

"Have we met?" Her brow furrows in confusion and I see hurt flash across her eyes before both are replaced with an eye roll and an easy smile.

"Of course you wouldn't remember, it's been years. I'm Kagome Higurashi, a friend of InuYasha's. It's been awhile." She smiles up at me and suddenly, I recall a slender girl nearly attached to his side during their high school years. I would never have thought her a dancer.

"Ah, yes, you were in his class, were you not?" She nods. "You were fond of him, yes?" At this, she blushes and looks to the ground. Silly human.

"For a while, yeah, but I'm totally over it now. He and Kikyo are made for each other. So what's new with you? I heard you're running your dad's trading company now?" I nod. "That's great! Then again, what did I expect? We all knew you would get it. Married? Kids?" I clasp my hands behind my back and look down at the young woman, noticing she is quite different from the awkward teenager I knew her to be.

"A daughter, not by blood, a young human girl I adopted a while back." Kagome's eyes widen, once more, a smile gracing her features.

"That's wonderful! What's her name?"

"Rin."

"Beautiful. I'll have to meet her sometime if you don't mind?" I nod my head once. It would be good for her to have company other than Jaken and the occasional neighborhood child. From what I recall, short of her infatuation with my brother, the woman before me had been pleasant enough, kind-hearted, and very studious. She would be a good influence. "You always were a quiet one. God, it's been, what? Four, five years since I last saw you?" I nod again. "Jeez. Crazy isn't it?" She moves across the room and grabs a pair of three-inch heels for dancing from the corner before sitting in a chair and slipping them on.

"You have taken lessons before?" She looks up at me in confusion.

"Huh?" I gesture to the room. "Oh! InuYasha didn't tell you?" I arch an eyebrow once more. She stands and walks back over, securing her hair in a loose bun as she walks. "This is my studio. I'm going to be your teacher for the next four months." Both of my eyebrows rise this time, in surprise. She winks at me with an almost flirtatious smile. Before I can respond, the door is flung open; InuYasha's friends have arrived.