InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of Edo High: A Modern Tale ❯ Sango's Birthday ( Chapter 27 )

CHAPTER 27: SANGO'S BIRTHDAY

Sango woke to her really annoying freakin' beeping alarm that hell had sent to her as a form of a wake up call. Oh sure, her mom said it was fine, but did she wake up to it every morning? No, set and point. When the beeping continued, Sango took one arm, picked up the clock, ripped it from the wall, and threw it somewhere into her laundry. She nuzzled into her pillow and muttered something about ten more minutes. But of course in her house, ten minutes was too little.

"Come on Onee-chan! Wake up! We have to sing you happy birthday and then you have to go to school!" Rin cheered as she burst into Sango's room, making the girl almost fall out of bed. Kohaku followed her but a bit more cautiously. Oh, he had one too many encounters with a reluctant Sango, and he really didn't want to relive that today. He had to keep some dignity.

Sango lifted her head to meet her sister's excited gaze quizzically, a brow rising. "Rin, what are you talking about?"

Rin looked shocked and Kohaku rolled his eyes. He sighed; she never did remember anything when it came to her welfare. "Today's the fourteenth, Valentine's day. You know that same day as your birthday. Is any of this ringing a bell?"

Sango sat straight as a poker, and smacked her forehead. How could she forget her own birthday?! That was ludicrous! Well, she did have a tendency of doing that ever since she turned fourteen. It just didn't really matter anymore. Even her sweet sixteen Kagome had to remind her of her birthday and they opted going to the movies and watching something Sango was dying o see. See, no big deal. Her brows crossed. But there was something about her birthday that was trying to tell her something. Hm, lets see, the only ones who knew directly were Kagome, her family, Inuyasha and Miroku. Her eyes went wide. Of course stupid! `Don't worry Sango, for your birthday, we'll do something special, something that can get me a reaction like that.' That had been Kagome's birthday when that was said, when they saw her friends too caught up in themselves to notice their friends eating all the birthday cake. She really hadn't taken it seriously then, but now things have changed. She and Miroku loved each other, what more could she ask for? But knowing Miroku, he made up this whole elaborate scheme for her. Her lips tugged. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

Sango walked the halls of Edo high, a daydreaming look to her eyes. No, his scheming may not be bad at all. She fiddled with the note in her hand, the red rose tucked behind her ear safely. When she had opened her front door that morning, she had looked down to find a full blooming red rose, a small note tied to it with a silk red ribbon. She smiled brightly as she read the note again:

`Today's a day of two, one for romance and the other for marking a year.

Though one comes everyday from me to you, the other is but once.

So romance is necessary you see my dear.

While today I pour my heart, every ounce.'

She had squealed loudly drawing the attention of a neighbor who had been leaving and danced in place. You had to love his charming ways, they had an effect. Sango reached her locker, but paused. She pulled the red envelope where it was taped to her locker and opened it, slipping a good quality paper from the pocket.

`My dearest Sango,

I'll pick you up at six o'clock. Pick out something nice, I want to show the rest of the world the treasure I have to love.

Always yours,

Miroku'

Six o'clock? What was he doing? Was he taking her out for the night? She bit her lip. My god if the boy wasn't romantic. And she loved every minute of it. It was like a dream come true. She found a guy who was completely loyal, devoted, and loved her with every bit of his heart. Good thing she loved him too.

All Computers class she was seen sighing dreamily, twirling the rose between her fingers. Her mind wandered to romantic ideas of her and Miroku. Of course she blushed when they kind of turned…let's say deep and she tried to distract herself with her work. But then her body reminded her of sensitive spots Miroku had discovered, giving her nice shiver. Of course, this didn't pass Kagome by one bit, but Kagome only smiled and decided to leave the girl to her interesting ponderings.

At the end of PE, she was a bit sweaty and panting from the game of basketball her class was forced to play. She shook her head. Ayame just had to be transferred to her class, cause now, Kouga was constantly by her side teasing her, making them lose the game. Oh don't worry, she noticed how Kouga and Ayame seemed to mysteriously disappear, but Kagome had come with a report of hearing little giggles near the locker rooms. Seems that Kouga's new nickname from now on was `Big Bad Wolf'. Or at least, that's was Ayame was calling him while being pressed against the wall. Kagome told Sango this, and Sango went over to the bleachers, sat down, and started dying.

"My, I didn't know you were so eager to see me," Miroku came out of nowhere and traced a thumb over her sweaty forehead. She shivered involuntarily.

She scowled but leaned into his embrace nonetheless. "And I didn't know you were so romantic. Thank you for the rose."

"Thank me for tonight, I'm taking you out for a wonderful night."

"I guessed as much form your note," she took his hand and led him to the cafeteria while holding their hands high over her head. "Come on, I'm starved. Trying to play game with out Kouga on your side really builds an appetite."

"Kouga wasn't playing? Where in the world was he? Basketball is his like second love."

"Well, he was with his first playing the part of the Big Bad Wolf." She grinned as she saw his face contort in surprise, eyes going wide and mouth hung open, holding a fist to his mouth laughing.

They walked in to the cafeteria and Sango immediately got something to eat, the sub being large enough for two, but of course she'd eat it herself. They chose a spot near the frosty windows for the view, and they sat in close proximity of each other, whispering and giggling occasionally. They were deep in suggestive talk when Kagome walked over and placed her hands in her hips.

"Um, excuse me?! Did you forget someone?" Kagome crossed her arms as Sango started laughing.

"Sorry Kagome, my mind was contaminated by Kouga and I really needed to see Miroku."

Kagome rolled her eyes, "whatever, but I was going to give you your birthday gift."

"You got me something?"

"Well, really me and Inuyasha. I came up with it, and Inuyasha looked for the best quality. Hey Inuyasha! Bring it in!"

"Do you realize how bulky this thing is?" Inuyasha grumbled as he walked in with something that had Sango squealing with joy. It was a giant stuffed white tiger, its eyes a glassy artic blue and a big red ribbon bow around its neck. Before Inuyasha knew what happened, Sango snatched the thing and squeezed it with all her heart. Miroku raised a brow. Kagome snorted at him and explained.

"She's always had this huge obsession with tigers, its really strange. You should see her attic, there's one section with nothing but tiger stuff."

Sango gave Inuyasha the tiger to hold and plowed into Kagome, almost bringing her to the floor. Kagome tried to pry herself from her friend's death grip, her vision getting dizzy, but Sango was stronger than she looked.

"Sango…lungs…air…" Kagome gasped and she felt her face flush with blood. Sango let go and squealed again, grabbing the tiger from Inuyasha again and squeezing the hell out of it. Inuyasha shook his head sadly. The rest of the day, Sango was seen lugging the stuffed animal around, nerve leaving her grasp. At one point, a girl wanted to hold it, but Kagome rescued her in time before Sango bit her head off. At the end of the day, Miroku gave in to having the thing put in the back of his car, giving Sango a ride home. Kagome and Inuyasha waved as they headed for the bus.

"Don't you guys want a ride?" Miroku yelled.

"No, Inuyasha's taking me clubbing, so I have to go home and change," Kagome replied. Sango shook her head.

"Kagome! It's Valentines Day for kami's sake! That's not very romantic!"

Kagome grinned and took a sultry pose around Inuyasha that had him cracking up. "I don't want romantic, I want my man!"

And with that, Kagome released her man and they got on the bus. Sango rolled her eyes at her friend and Miroku just shook his head good-naturedly. The engine purred to life when they got in the car, giant white tiger staring blankly out the back window and drove away. Sango crossed her arms in the passenger seat and clucked her tongue.

"How I got to be friends with her is beyond me. I'm a hopeless romantic and she's a party girl, what miracles of miracles set us up?"

"Oh I don't know, but its not so bad," Miroku answered at the intersection, "but it sure makes interesting conversation."

She gave him a mock glare, "you're not helping."

He shrugged and continued driving. Sango wanted to scream in delight. Under the hard exterior that was Sango, she was really a hopeless romantic. Her bookshelves were lined with romance novels, like the American author Nora Roberts, and she loved every minute of it. And right now, se was in her own romance novel. Girl meets lecher in grade school, she hates but secretly likes him, he likes her and asks her out, and he is a lecher no more. She had to admit, Miroku had changed a lot since they've been going out. He no longer looked at other girls, or flirted with them, and he was always there to pick her up form a class he doesn't have with her. He likes to cuddle with her after they kiss, and the heart sighing part of her rejoiced. He even went as far as to take down the poster of models he use to have on his bedroom wall. He had said he could out a hundred pictures and none would compare to her. And he didn't push her, he didn't rush. Hell, he had been the one to stop her at Christmas, as if it didn't matter. But it mattered to her. She couldn't help but want the damn former bouzo at times, and he didn't even realize it! She smiled though. Today was a special day in two ways and Miroku was treating her like she was the only thing that mattered.

"So, where are you taking me tonight?" she teased.

He lips tugged upward and he glanced at her. "That's for me to know and for to find out."

Sango then proceed to beg and whine to no avail.

Sango did a little dance in front of the mirror in her pink haven. She did a nice twirl and fluffed her hair. The spaghetti strap magenta dress came to her knees, the bottom cut so it slanted from her left to right. She wore a pink fish net shawl with beads about her shoulders, a black cloak waiting on her bed to protect her form the cold. Her heels matched her shawl, and she applied a light amount of make up. She let her hair down to night, and it wisped about her face smoothly. She took one more look and wiggled in place. It was five to six, and she was glowing.

When Miroku dropped her home with a promise to back at six, Sango had earned the jealousy of Rin with her tiger, which only her little sister was allowed to hold, and was greeted by a birthday cake homemade by her mother. Of course, her mother noticed the red rose in her daughter's hair, which she still had, and asked question after question (like mother like daughter). But it was all a surprise that she was dying to know. Miroku had been all mysterious and dark, and Sango was bouncing on her toes to know where they were going. She jumped when her father's voice sounded t her door.

"Sango? My I come in?" he knocked and peeked in.

"Of course Outo-san," Sango turned as he entered, a caring smile crossing his face as he laid eyes on her. She smiled back and giggled nervously.

"You look beautiful honey," he came up and kissed her forehead, "I'm sure Miroku-kun will love it too."

Sango rolled her eyes a little; a bit peeved her father was still calling him Miroku-kun. She's been going out with him for months now!

"Sango, I wanted to ask you something," he said, suddenly looking down nervously at his hands, a scowl crossing his face.

"Yes?"

"I know you and Miroku-kun have been seeing each other for some time now, and I'm happy you found someone to make you happy, but I was thinking, what will happen if he ever left…"

Sango gasped. "Don't even say that! He loves me Outo, and I love him!"

He gave her a soft look, "there's different kinds of love Sango, and some that can get you in trouble."

Her eyes went wide and she blushed, hand fidgeting nervously. Had it been that obvious how she felt? "Don't worry, please it's not like that. I can't believe you would even suggest-"

"I'm not! Gods, I really don't want to think that my daughter…that…oh never mind." He came up and took her sweaty hands. "Sango, I just want you to be happy, and I want you to stay that way, but I realize life is not all laughs and happy times. There are tears and trails we have to take, but I just don't want you to get too hurt-"

"Sango! Miroku's here!" her mother called up, making her father jump slightly.

"Okay mom!" Sango called and turned back to her father, "I promise Outo, Miroku would never hurt me on purpose. He loves me, and I…love…him."

Her father only nodded and followed when his ecstatic daughter grabbed her cloak and skipped from her room.

Miroku came in the front hall, fixing his wool coat slightly. He jerked his gloves off and smiled brightly at Sango's mother, earning him a smile. "So, where are you going?'

He grinned, "somewhere nice…"

But he trailed off as he looked past her mother and to the stairs, where in his mind a heavenly goddess was descending, her father behind her like a watchdog. He watched awed as her magenta dress flowed about her legs, and how her hair flared as she flipped it back. Her glowing maroon eyes caught his, and a nice light blush tinted her cheeks. From behind, Sango's father caught Miroku's look, and his parental instincts backed off. He smiled a little. He knew that look; he had the same face on when his wife descended the stairs the night of the prom in his senior year. That had been the day when he knew for sure he had fallen in love.

Sango blushed a bit more when she walked up to Miroku, and he wouldn't stop staring at her. Only when she pecked him on the cheek did he finally break free of her spell. He smiled warmly and took her hands in his, rubbing her knuckles with his thumbs.

"You look amazing Sango, I thought I had died and gone to heaven to see an angel walking towards me."

"And you look handsome yourself." No lie, the dark gray sweater with black slacks and jackets made him look like the man she had always knew he was. His shoes shined brightly and his hair was slicked back like usual. Unnoticed, her father slipped to her mother's side and put a loving hand around her waist, watching as unheard words of love passed between the young couple. Her father looked at the clock.

"You two should be going."

Their attention was grabbed and they blushed when they realized they had been watched. Miroku nodded and pulled Sango gently by the wrist out the door, her still managing to put on her cloak and wave to her parents at the same time. They locked arms as the walked to Miroku's Mercedes

"So are you going to tell me now?" Sango pouted.

"Nope, and you have to close your eyes before we get there, with no peeking till I say so." Miroku replied, a faint grin playing at his lips. Sango pouted more, but complied nonetheless as they drove away. On the way, Miroku kept glancing at the beauty who kept her eyes obediently closed in the passenger seat. He loved the way the streetlamps made her hair flash as they passed, and how her pale skin glowed with an unearthly beauty. He pulled up to the place with a soft small in place and turned off the car to grab her hand. She smiled and squeezed back, only letting go when he got out to open her door. She felt a hand and grabbed it as it guided her from her seat. She laughed as Miroku closed the door and came up behind her to hold his hands over her eyes.

"I'm not going to look!"

"Yeah I know, but I want to do this."

She held his wrists as he took slow steps, and she giggled when her ankle took a wrong turn down. If she could see, she'd probably look like a drunken person.

"Miroku, where are we going?"

"You'll see," he said before a he stopped a few steps later and paused. She waited patiently as Miroku still covered her eyes. Where were they? What was he doing?

Right then, Miroku was looking at her from behind, staring at her head and saw the slow smile creep on her face. She was so beautiful, so perfect; he just couldn't not look at her. Curiosity winning, Sango felt up and rubbed his hands. "Miroku? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just that I can't breathe cause I love you so much." Sango shivered as the voice whispered right in her ear, tickling it with his hot breath. One hand under an eye, but she didn't dare open it, and she tilted her head when his hand brushed her hair to the side. Cold swept up to her neck, but was quickly replaced by his lips pressing kisses down to the juncture of her shoulder. Puff of white smoke came out as she inhaled and exhaled faster, the nerves of her spine setting off fires. She was about to say screw the date, but he uncovered her other eye and held her in his arms.

"Take a look."

She did, and gasped when her eyes came upon The Little Villa, the small exclusive Italian restaurant that sat in the shade of a hill, little white lights glowing softly, and candle light shining through the big windows.