Moods

Inuyasha walked through the door to his home with a sigh, a plastic bag hanging from one hand while the other pinched the bridge of his nose. She was still going at it, muttering about the injustice of it all, thundering around their house with a perma-scowl and cursing all things male just as she'd been doing when he'd left fifteen minutes ago.

The sound of glass shattering from the kitchen made him wince and he started forward, figuring he might as well face the inevitable, when his wife stormed into the dining room, clutching a dustpan in one hand and he froze at the same time she spotted him.

"You," she snapped and he raised his brows. Kagome growled and pointed accusingly at him. "I am a woman, dammit! I do not have a penis in which I think with half my life and play with with the other and I deserve some respect, dammit!"

Inuyasha opened his mouth, faltered, and gave her a strange look. Where was she going with this…?

His ignorance seemed to infuriate her even further because suddenly the dustpan was sailing through the air and he ducked in time to miss getting struck in the face. What the—?!

"Stupid! You left the toilet seat up! Again!" Her pink fuzzy house slipper smacked him in the chest.

Oh.

"You fiend! You rascal! You—"

Without preamble Inuyasha reached into the plastic bag and presented the items to his fuming wife: a box of Tampax and her favorite chocolate.

"—magnificent, wonderful, thoughtful man." Smiling broadly, her swift change in mood not at all surprising but still making him shake his head in amazement, he watched as Kagome skipped to him and planted a big kiss on his cheek. "I knew I married you for a reason."

"And I suppose the fact that you love me has nothing at all to do with it," he deadpanned and his cheeky little wife snickered.

She grinned and patted his cheek. "Semantics, husband," she said and he snorted. Kagome snatched the chocolates and tampons and sashayed away, her earlier womanly fury a thing of the past. "I was thinking homemade ramen for dinner because I know it's your favorite, and then dessert would include chocolate syrup, whipped cream and me…"

She disappeared into the other room and Inuyasha shook his head again but a smile curled his lips upward. Five years of marriage and she still managed to throw him for a loop with her swift – and constant – mood changes.

He wouldn't trade her for anything in the world.

"Inuyasha?" His beloved's voice echoed to him from their bedroom, a huskiness to it that sent his heart racing. "I changed my mind. I'm thinking we need to indulge in some dessert first. I don't know about you, but I'm in the mood for something sweet…"

Inuyasha sighed dreamily. "God I love that woman."

And then, with a huge grin plastered on his face, Inuyasha shot off toward their room to go pounce on his magnificent, wonderful, beautiful wife.

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I thought it was cute. Haha.