I OWN NOTHING- RUMIKO TAKAHASI DOES.
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Sesshoumaru sat fuming in the dark, alone. She said she would be there..she had promised. He went to such lengths to make dinner for the both of them, something he rarely did. He was a busy Daiyouki for gods' sake and barely had time to think but he had managed to clear his schedule and be there to make her her favorite dinner to mark the anniversary of their first date...and yet she was not there.
Did the woman not know how to use a phone ? Whatever was keeping her could not have prevented her from using the shiny pearl colored cell phone he gave her for Christmas, that was why he gave it to her . He growled in his growing frustration, and she called him inconsiderate?
Ever since the infuriating miko informed him that he was so self absorbed and it was driving her away , he put forth an effort to make it up to her, to prove he could be the male she needed..wanted . How does she reward his efforts? Not bothering to show up for the dinner he made for her...with his own two hands. He could have called a resturaunt and had it delivered but nooo, he thought she would appreciate that he made the chicken fettucine himself.
He spent forever grating the cheese by hand...slicing the mushrooms just how she like them [ okay, so he did enjoy that - he loved cutting things up ] , and he even made the bread. He cringed at the memory of that damned bread machine spewing flour every where..including his hair. It had not been pretty.
She was always complaining he could never be on time for nothing, having muttered he'd be late for his own damned funeral..if he was to ever die. So what if he nearly missed his brothers' wedding..he did not like the bride [ she was a whining little whelp] and his favorite movie was on ..bad example.
He downed a glass of wine, meant for her but- she was not there so he would just have to enjoy it without her. Served her right. If he did not love her as much as he did, he would just give up and move on, but ..he did love the miko. With all his heart he loved her and would do anything to keep her.
The door opened and he heard her put her keys down on the hall table as she always did.He waited as she walked through the house..he did not move a muscle. He knew she saw it..the wilted salad - the burned out candles...the ice cold main dish he had poured all over the mahogany table in his fit , and he knew she was coming to where he was. He felt her approach, his anger not subsiding. It wasn't long and he felt her eyes on him.
" You are late." he replied evenly, darkly.
" Yes...Sesshoumaru." she seemed remorseful..good.It would not work though.It would take more than that to make it up to him.
" Are you aware of the date ? "
" Of course I am." her voice was shaky.
" I will no longer tolerate you going on about just how self absorbed this Sesshoumaru is..you gave me your word and you broke it ." he was not playing around. He would hold this against her for some time to come.
" I have a good reason.."
He laughed sarcastically, " And that is?"
" I'm late."
He gave a look of annoyance, " I already know that."
Kagome took a breath, and spoke more slowly " No Sesshou, I'm Late.."
His glass fell to the floor.