Worst Birthday Ever!!!

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Hello my dear readers!!!! I am sooo sorry for all the really late updates and one of the chapters i made the one that looks really jacked up and no can read< if you can read that mess then you are amazing> was actually a accident it is the exact same as one of the other chapters I have. so yes I apologize again. and this may be my last chapter because I'm not sure how to continue this story. well anyway this to all my kind patient viewers that have read this story and wanted me to continue. provided by viewers like you. Thank you! XD

Anyhow I dont own Inuyasha or the characters just the plot and maybe some oc characters. enjoy~

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Previously on Inuyasha the confession~

..."Man thank god he left now I can get ready!" after a few minutes I'm finally ready and I get in my car and head towards the restraunt. I had just pulled into the parking lot when I see the worst thing I could ever see on my birthday. Miroku ....

NOW~

Sango's POV

Miroku was groping the waitress's(sorry if spelled that wrong) bum!

'Miroku just had to do that TODAY of all days did't he?! That IDIOT!!!!!!!!'

' well atleast he came and wasn't late this time' yes but he's being a pervert and probably flirting with the waitress's!!'

' yes but look he has a gift with him probrably for you' 'what side are you on?! Like seriously your my brain you should be on my side here!!!'

' I am on the side that shows you the major positives of situations concerning Miroku.'

" Whatever, I can't believe that I'm having a conversation with my head anyway."

'because you know I'm right and you are wrong'

"SHUT UP!!!" Suddenly there was a knock on my window. I turned around see who it was.

"Miroku!?" I rolled down my window about to give him a piece of my mind when grabbed my wrist and looked me in the eyes. "Now , now Sango. It's your birthday you should be happy and smiling instead of sitting in your car and looking sad.

"You want to know why I look sad?! It's because I just saw you grope the waitress !! Why couldn't you at least TRY not to do that on my birthday?!"

'Damn it Miroku why do you always do this? I wish we hadn't most so that I don't have deal with the pain!!' I screamed in my head as I gave him a death glare. Unfortunately for me I think I might have actually yelled that out loud because he let go of wrists and took a step back with a saddened look in his eyes.

"Did I just ...?" He just noded and looked up at me clearly hurt by my outburst " I truly am sorry Sango.I just wanted you to have good birthday and anniversary but I guess I messed that up for you (again)" saying the last part barely above a whisper. And with that he turned and walked away.

I just sat there, crying. 'Why!?' Repeating the same question over and over again. Sobbing in my own self pity and mourning over the lose of the only guy I had ever loved, the only guy that treated me like a lady and wasn't afraid of me.

~time skip~

I was in my dorm lying face down in the pillow, with the music blaring (sorry if this is unrealistic for college I'm only a middle schooler and going by imagination) I was listening to 'The worst of them' by Issues

~Funny how every time you push me away, 
You turn around and you beg me to stay
Cut down by the things you say, 
It's the beating of a broken drum

One of these days you'll push me away, 
Turn around it'll be too late

Your love is addictive, I'm trying hard just to quit it
But you're drowning yourself you won't catch a breath until you admit it
Is anybody out there, I'm dying in a nightmare
You got third degree burns and now it's your turn to feel what I feel
And if it don't hurt then you know what we got ain't real

Funny how every time you push me away, 
You turn around and you beg me to stay
Cut down by the things you say, 
It's the beating of a broken drum

One of these days you'll push me away, 
Turn around it'll be too late

This love is a monster, it's eating me alive
Let go of my hand you don't give a damn and it's killing me inside
You show me no mercy, did God make a mistake
Put a hole in your heart and then you will start to feel what I feel
And if it don't hurt then you know what we got ain't real

Funny how every time you push me away, 
You turn around and you beg me to stay
Cut down by the things you say, 
It's the beating of a broken drum

One of these days you'll push me away, 
Turn around it'll be too late

Where will you go when you've refused my benevolence?

It's funny how every time you push me away, 
You turn around and you beg me to stay
Every time you push me away 
You turn around and you beg me to stay 
Cut down by the things you say 
I've had enough

Where will you go when you've refused my benevolence?

Funny how every time you push me away, 
You turn around and you beg me to stay
Cut down by the things you say, 
It's the beating of a broken drum

One of these days you'll push me away, 
Turn around it'll be too late

(Turn around it'll be too late)
(Turn around it'll be too...)
(Turn around it'll be...)
(Turn around now)

(Turn around and you beg me to stay)
(Cut down by the things you say)
(Turn around it'll be too late)

 ..........I'm to late.....

~*Miroku's P.O.V*~

..........I'm to late.....

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Well thats it guys!!! hope you enjoyed and i might continue but Ireally am not sure. I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters just the plot. I also do not own the song i used it belongs to the wonderful band known as Issues and those are their lyrics.

plz comment/vote or just give your input on the story.  If you think I should make another story or if I should continue then plz tell me. 

P.S.  last thing!!... I apologize if this story semms to to be more based Miroku and Sango then Inuyasha and Kagome but hang in there there will be more of the beloved InuKags!!  :D (>/v/<) 

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