Does this Belong to You? by DancesWithWolvesandStuff

This calls for hard liquor

I do not own InuYasha, Breaking Benjamin, Breaking Benjamin's song "Evil Angel", Ford, any Liquor Brands mentioned, Victoria Secret, the hokey poky or Niagra Falls. I posted a simialar story with Kag/Bank on FF.net, so if it sounds familiar... that's why.       

          Rose petals lay in a thin layer above the silk covers and pillows, causing a sweet fragrance to stay with her as she walked from room to room. Candles were lit throughout the house, causing a hazy glow, which set the mood for the planned romantic evening. The smell of spaghetti slipped out of the kitchen, filling the apartment with its alluring aroma. The hostess of that evening’s activities quickly checked the boiling spaghetti and the baking garlic bread. She smiled softly as she tasted the spaghetti sauce, “Perfect” she murmured.

            She quickly checked all the rooms in the apartment for decoration perfection. A banner hung in the kitchen, reading “Surprise!” and a picture of the day they were married had been set on the coffee table.

            It had been three years to the day that her husband, Miroku, had stood in front of Niagara Fallsand exchanged their vows. A romantic dinner should set the mood for a romantic night. She adjusted her apron, the only thing she was wearing, besides a smile. “Tonight is going to be amazing,” she thought excitedly and her hazel eyes twinkled with delight. She could picture his strong arms picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom as she ran her fingers through his short black hair. Kissing his neck softly, and… “Tonight is going to be amazing,” Sango Tanaka reassured herself.

            Half an Hour Later…

         “He should be home any minute…” she scolded herself as she quickly finished writing a love note. Then she would turn off all the lights, and leaving the note by the table. It spoke of sweet nothings and her plans for the evening, and to meet her in the kitchen for his surprise. She smiled to herself as she wrote. She placed the letter were he would easily see it, she usually worked evenings and would leave notes for him, but she hoped he’d actually read this one.

            As she set the letter down, then her cell phone rang.

           “Hello?” she answered.

           “Hey Sweetie, how’s work going?” He asked, not knowing she’s stayed home to prepare a surprise for him.

           “Alright, can’t wait to see you baby.” she said smiling as she twisted her apron strings.

           “Just wanted to let you know you’ll probably beat me home tonight. After work I’m going out for drinks with some people from work.” He explained.

           “Oh,” she said disappointed. “But that’s not until 9:00, why do you need 3 hours to drink?”

           “You’re not home, and I hate being home alone.” He replied.

           She wanted to keep the surprise a secret, but he was making it so damn difficult. “But, baby…”

          “Come on, I never go out!” he said getting irritated by her possessive attitude. “You can trust me.”

          “It’s not that, I, uhh, just needed you to do some stuff at home for me.” She replied.

          “Sango, I can do those when I get home... later” He replied.

          “Fine, just do it when you get home!” Sango said getting irate.

          “Hey…” Miroku Tanaka began, but Sango had already hung up the phone. She tended to have a short fuse sometimes, so Miroku just brushed off her attitude, blaming it on some lady problem. They’d only been married about three years and apparently she’d gone insane.

          “He forgot…that Bastard! I go to all this trouble and he’d rather go to a filthy fucking bar!” She snarled as she threw cups full of water at the lit candles. Then she jumped on the bed, ruining her beautiful arrangement of rose petals. She then moved to the kitchen, grabbing the food and throwing it at the trashcan. Most hit the wall and landed on the floor but she didn’t care, he could handle it when he got home. That thought just fueled the fire more. She grabbed the love letter and ripped it up, leaving the shreds on the couch. She took off her apron and flung it at a picture of them on the coffee table. “Asshole!” she shouted. She knew she was being childish, but she hadn’t had the opportunity to spend more then five hours at a time with her husband for the past three weeks, and this was going to be their one real night together, no interruptions. Now, he forgot their wedding anniversary… this called for hard liquor.