Author's note: So, continuation of an old story-but with a new twist. After reading the summary, you're probably like "What? How in the world is this Cupid and Psyche?" Haha, well my dear it's based on the story. :( I didn't have enough characters to write the actual words 'based on'. But, all things aside, I absolutely love Greek Mythology, with Cupid and Psyche being my favorite myth. And so, viola! After 5 years of planning, here's Lovestruck. ;) The retelling of Cupid and Psyche, Inuyasha style with a twist of fantasy and a shot of comedy.

Lovestruck

Twenty-One

"But my dear, you don't understand," Kagome's father's voice quivered, once again having the same conversation he had with her since her 18th birthday. Now his little girl will be turning 21 when the clock strikes 12 tonight. He couldn't believe how his daughter, who all men would die to have her hand in marriage-refused all his attempts to cure her of her horrendous curse. Worried sick about how his daughter is going to find a fiancé, he could feel a migraine coming his way. Hell, he just wanted little Higurashi children running around the mansion asap.

"Dad, you'll never understand. I need a guy who has brains and a personality. Not someone who sees me as a piece of ass they can score," Kagome sat in front of the vanity as the maids equipped with curling tongs began to take strands of hair. The satin onyx colored dress her best friend and personal designer tailored it especially for the big event tonight. The sweetheart neckline gave her a hint of femininity, and the intricate handiwork tied everything together. The satin hugged her 24 inch waist perfectly, and extenuated her legs perfectly with the slit on the side.

"Why, young lady! That word shouldn't be used in your grammar!" Her father screeched, almost fainting at the thought of his daughter being a 'piece of ass'. "Please Kagome, although the curse is still present, there is still hope. I have hired-"

Before her father can finish, Kagome quickly rolled her eyes. "Another witch doctor, gypsy, medicine man?"

"A matchmaker," Mr. Higurashi smiled behind his neatly trimmed moustache.

"Dad, didn't we go over this?" Kagome sighed, looking at the maid's handiwork through the mirror. Loose waves hung over her shoulder, framing her face. Now all that's left are accessories, and shoes. Then she can finally get this party over with. "Matchmakers are just people who spend their time trying to cheat you out of your money. I can go on some cheap dating website and find someone 10x better than the pieces of trash they manage to dig up for me."

"Well then, you'll understand that this is all for your own good. Mr. Taisho will be here shortly and I would like you to treat him with the utmost respect. You will do as he say, or else I will be cutting you off financially."

"Dad, I work for my own money," Kagome sweatdropped.

"Well then!" Her father cleared his throat as he didn't know what else to say. He cursed himself for having such a smart-mouthing daughter. Ever since she was a child, Kagome never over-exploited the idea of living in a mansion and having money. After graduating highschool, she found herself a job while in college and have been supporting herself since then. All he had to do was keep a roof over her head, and she was satisfied. Exiting the master bedroom, he sighed as he crossed his fingers. Hoping that this will be the last person he'll hire to free his daughter of her misery.

It's not like Kagome wanted this 36-24-36 body. Yes, having a 36C chest does save her the trouble of waiting in line at Starbucks. The smitten coffee boy has her Ice Caramel Frappuccino ready by the time she arrives every morning for work. The 24 inch waist helps her slither into a size small without ever having to wait in the dreadful fitting room line to try things on. Being born with such a 'blessing' as some may call it comes with a price. A curse to be exact. And, the first time she had ever found out about it when she was only 17 years old, a junior in high school. After finally scoring a date with Hojo, Kagome and he dated for a good 2 years. Until, she realized that she might have feelings for him-the next day after her realization she had no recollection of the poor man. It also didn't help that she was engaged last year to 'what's-his-face', and the next day after the engagement party, she screamed when she found him laying naked next to her the day after. Good thing Ayame was a lawyer, or else Kagome would have been charged with fraud. The man called Kagome a whore, and cheated him out of his money and faked to forget him. Thankfully, she passed the lie detector test and left the man speechless. Kagome honestly didn't have a problem with staying single for the rest of her life. Even if she did get married, by the time she's 80, Alzheimer's will hit sooner or later and she'll be back at square one. And, there were perks that came with being single. No heartbreaks, tears or lying, cheating bastards.

"My, my, I knew my dress would make you look stunning," a familiar voice came from the doorway. Turning around to see who it was, there stood her best friend Sango in a crème colored gown and champagne in between her index and middle finger. "I told you black was the way to go. Now…" Taking out a bright red lipstick, she made an 'O' with her mouth hinting for her best friend to follow. Smoothly applying the lipstick on Kagome, she then capped it and placed it inside Kagome's clutch. "Just incase if you need a little touch-up," Sango winked.

"Thanks, Sango," Kagome smiled, hoping her best friend will share some champagne with her. Her nerves were starting to get the best of her. "I'm not going out there."

"Oh yes you are honey, there is no way I slaved away making the perfect dress for you not to show it off. And besides, you're now legal to do the things we used to do," Sango winked. Taking out a small bottle of Bacardi from her purse, she opened the window and threw out the champagne from her glass. Sango took some ice from the wine bucket that sat silently on top of the fancy cheese and cracker cart. Twisting the cap of the small bottle of vodka, she poured the drink into the flute and snatched the lime that sat beside the cheese as decoration and gave it a good squeeze. Swirling the flute in between her index and middle finger, she took a quick sip. "There, a margarita on the rocks-no salt. Just how you like it."

Kagome clutched her stomach as she laughed hysterically at what her best friend just did. "You know, that's one ghetto margarita," Kagome wiped a tear away.

"Do you want the drink or not? I put an extra shot in there, just for you," Sango took another sip as Kagome snatched the flute away from her.

"Thanks, hopefully this will calm my nerves," Kagome took a long swig of the drink. "That's too strong for me. How much of the Bacardi did you pour in there?"

"No big deal, 5 ounces was all the flute can hold," Sango shrugged.

"That's like 5 shots! Are you insane? I will be wearing heels while I walk down that grand staircase. I don't want to be a drunken wreck," Kagome took another swig.

"Look who's talking," Sango cocked an eye as she pointed to Kagome's drink. It was already 3/4th done. "Anyway, going onto the important business-does the word fiancé ring a bell to you?"

Kagome's sighed as the maids opened a medium sized black velvet box. Inside sat a glimmering diamond necklace; her great grandmother's to be exact. Her great-grandmother once wore it when she turned 21, and so did her grandmother and mother. And now, it was Kagome's turn. Because she is the daughter of the humble businessman who controlled half the Japan's oil relations, being 21 years of age meant that Kagome must now find a prospective husband. She knew once she stepped down into the grand ballroom, there would be many young men along with their parents who's rooting for their son to get into Kagome's pants. "I know I know, it's not like I don't want to fall in love and all that jazz. I kinda can't."

"Yeah yeah, the damn curse that has been passed down in the Higurashi's," Sango sighed, watching one of the maids help Kagome into her 4 inch killer black heels. Christain Louboutin's to be exact. "Your mother was lucky since it skipped generations. If not, she would have been knocked up by some random rich guy your parents picked out, just like your grandmother."

Kagome stuck her tongue out as she slipped on the diamond earrings that came with the necklace. Standing up to take a look at herself once more, Kagome sighed. If there was anything that she dreaded, it was talking to men who wanted her to have their babies. The first thing that comes out of their mouth is practically their resume. Where they worked, their accomplishments, who their parents are, and then they would bullshit how they could speak 4 or 5 languages.

"You look stunning!" Sango clapped her hands together. "I think tonight's the night. Who knows, maybe you'll end this dumb curse of yours."

"Yura…rumor…big…ass…party," another familiar voice stumbled inside the room. There stood a long red haired, green eyed Ayame who was clearly out of breath. Being part of the circle of friends with Kagome and Sango, Ayame was always the second most clumsy one in the group. First was Kagome.

Kagome gave Sango a 'what the fuck' face as she drank the rest of the margarita from her glass. She was already feeling the side effects of the Bacardi. "What? Slow down Ayame, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yura is downstairs, and she's spreading rumors about how you're already married. I swear I'm going to maul her ass downstairs when I get to the party," Ayame sneered, catching her breath as she held onto the silver doorknob for support.

"Oh jeez, who invited her?" Sango rolled her eyes, patting Ayame on the back. "She'll never understand that she'll always be second best," Sango winked at Kagome.

"I honestly don't give a crap anymore, ever since I moved the Hamptons she's been giving me loads of shit." Kagome pursed her lips in between a piece of white napkin and stood up. She was starting to feel the side effects of the vodka. "She legit goes batshit over every guy she sees. And because they pick me over her just makes her give me even MORE shit." Kagome started to sway to her left.

Ayame glared at Sango as she looked at the empty bottle of Bacardi on top of the cheese cart. "How many shots?"

Sango laughed sheepishly as she looked at the clock, half an hour until the party. There was definitely no way Kagome will sober up before she had to make her entrance. "8, including the extra 3 ounces she drank straight from the bottle."

"Sango!" Ayame crossed her hands over her chest as she wanted to bang her head against the wall. She should have never left the alcoholic and the lightweight together in a room. "She'll trip and fall when she goes down those stairs. And I am not letting her humiliate herself in front of everyone especially if Yura is down there. You're almost the same size as Kagome right?"

"Yeah…" Sango arched an eyebrow, not knowing where Ayame is going with this plan of hers.

"Quickly, slip into her dress. With all the chandelier and flashy lights, they won't be able to tell your hair color apart. Thank god this is a masquerade," Ayame shoved Kagome into her personal bathroom that was connected to her bedroom. "Take this off and slip into Sango's dress." Ayame ordered her best friend who was now turning bright red, thanks to the side effects of the alcohol. "Jesus Christ Sango, must you flash everyone?"

"Well, she's using the bathroom. And I only have 25 minutes to do hair and make-up, you're lucky that you're a redhead." Sango growled as she laid the dress onto the bed, after 5 minutes of waiting for Kagome to get out of the bathroom, Sango slipped into her own creation. Sitting down at the vanity, she quickly grabbed the makeup palettes and got to work.

"Are you sure this is the room?" The long silver haired, golden eyed man asked his best friend and co-worker. His black mask was starting to get in the way of his breathing. "Miroku, you know that if this is the wrong room, I'll have a lot of explaining to do to her father." Inuyasha scowled as he knocked on the door. He knew that Miroku didn't want to be here, however he knew that if Miroku wanted to keep his job-he would be a good and tag along. His job was to examine Kagome Higurashi and find a potential suitor for her tonight, while Miroku's job was to keep the ladies off him. Knowing Miroku, he was the right man for the job.

"Maybe it's not a bad idea to take off the mask. We need to let the lady see our faces," Miroku grinned, nudging his best friend. Inuyasha glared at him as Miroku quickly popped the golden mask on.

"Come in!" A panicky voice came from inside the room.

"Well, that's a chick's voice. Let's go inside and see what kind of monster she is. From what I've heard, no one had been able to get her married." Miroku chuckled as he gave Inuyasha a quick shove. Opening the big mahogany framed door, there stood three women. One with jet black hair who's in a frenzy slathering make up on her face, a redhead with curling tongs and lastly a raven haired girl who only wore a strapless bra and panties-plastered across the bed.

"Thank god you're here. Please get her into that dress, and-" Sango spoke as she stared at the two gentlemen dressed in crisp tuxedos. Before she could scream, the door slammed shut.

"What the fuck?" Inuyasha cried as he paced quickly down the hallway. "Thank god we didn't take off the masks." Taking a left, and the back staircase, the two made it back to the party.

"How would I know that she wasn't ready. Who the hell was the chick passed out drunk on the bed?" Miroku cried, hoping the two wouldn't get reported. If Kagome did report them, their reputations would have gone down the drain. New York City's most exclusive matchmaking business would be nothing once Mr. Higurashi makes a complaint against them. "You gotta admit, the chick who was passed out was pretty hot. But I still think the one who was doing her make-up was hotter."

Cursing himself for not disagreeing with Miroku about the naked chick, Inuyasha reached into his pocket for a hair band. All naked thoughts aside, he still thought the girl who was drunk off her ass was much prettier than the girl doing her makeup. "I'm going to tie my hair up and change masks with someone, you better do the same. Call me when this whole thing ends, we'll meet outside by the gate." Inuyasha groaned at Miroku. He knew he shouldn't have listened to Miroku. That should have been the last person that he should've followed orders from. Grabbing an intricately decorated black mask someone left behind on the table, Inuyasha plopped down his and quickly put the new mask on.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you Miss. Kagome Higurashi," The announcer spoke into the microphone as a girl descended from the stairs wearing a satin black dress, expensive diamond earrings completed with a diamond necklace. Her steps were light but poised, and with each step, more eyes were glued onto her.

"Ah, so that's Kagome Higurashi," Inuyasha smirked as he took a sip of his champagne. He'll have no problem finding a husband for her. She seemed like the man-eater type just by the way she walked. As she finally made it all the way to the party, he could see men slowly making their move onto her. By the way she talked and interacted with people, it was clear she was the high class type. Like other men, he could spot out Miroku-like a dog was instantly attracted to her.

Making a mental note to deduct Miroku's paycheck for this month, Inuyasha decided to step outside for fresh air. Realistically, matchmaker or not, there would be no way for him to make his way to Kagome against the raging sea of hormones that surrounded her. Making his way outside to the garden, he took a look at his watch. Four more hours until the party ended, and one more hour until he had to meet Miroku. A slight groan that came from the bushes caught Inuyasha's attention. Slowing maneuvering close to the bush, there stood the same raven haired girl. Except, she was now wearing a crème colored dress, and nude pumps. Her wave-y hair hung loosely, framing her face. And, a stench of alcohol pervaded the air. Taken back by the drunken beauty, Inuyasha couldn't believe how such a beautiful girl like her could get wasted in an party that all women would be on their best behavior in. Next to her was an poised red head, with emerald green eyes who tried to keep her friend from stumbling into the pool.

"Are you alright Kagome?" The red head whispered with a worried look on her face.

Kagome?

The last time he checked, Kagome was the girl who was back there who was sipping champagne and giving men dirty thoughts about her in bed with them.

Oh.

She must have switched places with the other girl back at the party. A smirk suddenly plastered across Inuyasha's face.

So that was Kagome.

:) Yaaay! Finally, a new beginning to Lovestruck. Haha, I should be studying for my Physics exam. BUUUUT, FF took the best of me and I decided to procrastinate. I really hope you guys liked the chapter, please drop a review and make a exam-swarmed college student happy. Feedback is love.