InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blossoms ❯ Appetizers & Entrées ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: I know, I know, before you all start yelling at me, just hear me out! Yes, I am starting another fanfiction for Inuyasha *dodges on-coming fruit and vegetables being thrown* BUT however I am happy to say that along with this fic which I say will be finished even if I have to drug myself with caffeine!!!! But yeah, other than that, I'm good, and I have my head full of ideas for this fic and my *ducks head* 3 other fics *dodges more produce*

 

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Blossoms

 

Chapter 1

 

Appetizers & Entrées

 

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“Order up for tables fifty-four and thirty-eight!”

 

“I need two side orders of mashed for twenty-six!”

 

“Can you possibly be any slower! Inuyasha, I asked you for that veal parmesan like, forty-five minutes ago! You do know that this is for customers!”

 

“I already told you, Kikyo that this bloody oven is being a fag and won't co-operate, I'm trying to share with Miroku but it's not like he's a fast chef or anything…”

 

“Hey! I too am a good chef! And a bloody good one at that!”

 

“Ugh, I don't care WHO is a good chef or not, but if I don't get those dishes in five minutes I'm going to get Sakura to fire both of you!”

 

Kikyo stormed through the swinging doors, leaving nothing but her anger adding pressure in the already hot and steamy kitchen occupied with twenty-some-odd chefs.

 

“Did you hear that! God, all I get is attitude since her and I broke up! Sheesh, women can be such bitches,” Inuyasha groaned as he hip-checked Miroku away from the oven and took his veal parmesan out of it.

 

“Bitches? Yes. Sluts? Usually. Perfect? I'd like to dream…” Miroku stated adding some finishing touches to the cream of onion soup. “You haven't seen the basil and chive powder have you?”

 

Inuyasha shook his head. “But what I'm saying is, she breaks up with me to be with some asshole named Naraku and totally breaks my heart and then she expects me to at least be nice to her at work!”

 

“Well, what do you expect?” Miroku asked, grabbing the salt from Inuyasha's hand. “Order up! It's your fault for going out with a girl from work.”

 

“Oh, don't you start that one again, Miroku,” Inuyasha growled adding pepper and basil to the final plate for Kikyo and hit the bell. “Order up! You've been on my case ever since she broke up with me. Ok, ok, so I fucked up with the whole “work” thing, just live and let live, ok? Kikyo, holy crap, I said order fucking up!”

 

“I heard you, Inuyasha. Must you be an asshole all the time!” Kikyo walked over, glared at Inuyasha then grabbed the plate and walked through the double doors.

 

Miroku wiped the sweat away from the bridge of his nose and rolled up his sleeves just above his elbows, “Wow, she really doesn't like you…”

 

“Oh, ladies! You think you could stop the chattin' and hurry up and fix my meals, I do have to keep up my server of the month.”

 

“Shut up, Kouga, at least we're not waiting on people hand of foot and sucking up to every stupid bastard that walks into this place,” Inuyasha quipped.

 

“Those stupid bastards, Inuyasha, are what keep Blossoms open for business,” Sakura, the restaurant owner, stated appearing in front of the counter and looked at both Inuyasha and Miroku in amusement. “How you boys holding up? I did tell you this is a tricky business.”

 

“We're doin' just fine, Sakura,” Miroku said, smiling and winking at a waitress that walked by. “I think we've gotten the hang of it already, how `bout you Inuyasha?”

 

Inuyasha glared at Kouga as he handed him a plate of fries and then began cutting up an onion, “Just dandy,” he commented with a roll of his eyes.

 

“Well, there should be a new girl coming in to start today, so I want you both to be nice, you hear me?”

 

“Cooking or waiting?” Miroku asked eagerly, Inuyasha just rolled his eyes and placed a cup of raw pasta noodles into boiling water.

 

“Waiting,” Sakura said smirking at Miroku then heading off to the back where her office was to meet with this new waitress.

 

“Ooh, don't you just love new waitresses Inuyasha?” Miroku inquired, tossing a hand-towel over his shoulder. “I hope she's a hotty; nice legs, good figure, nice ra…rack of ribs coming up!” Miroku replied quickly when he saw Sakura pass by and give him an aggravated look.

 

“Nice cover,” Inuyasha joked, throwing some diced tomato at him. Several pieces hit Miroku in the face and in return, he got a handful of mashed potato and rubbed it into Inuyasha's face.

 

“Ah, the look of satisfying potato-y revenge.”

 

“You know your ass is mine the second our shift is over, Asshole,” Inuyasha growled, grabbing the tea towel off Miroku's shoulder and using it to wipe the potato off his face.

 

“My ass is yours? Inuyasha, just because you can't get a girl since Kikyo dumped you six months ago, doesn't mean you should result to my ass being the best you can get.”

 

“Oh yeah! Like you're any better, you perverted douchebag! The last girlfriend you had lasted four days! You stuck your hand up her skirt every chance you got!”

 

“Ok, so I was a little horny…”

 

“A LITTLE?? My ass you were a little horny. You were so horny even fags dressed up like chicks looked hot to you.”

 

“Don't bring that up! I didn't know it was a Drag Queen!! Just drop it!”

 

“Drop it like her pants, eh Miroku?” Inuyasha laughed.

 

Miroku got a spoonful of mixed peas and carrots and shot them at Inuyasha who meanwhile was laughing so hard he didn't realize the tomato sauce was burning.

 

“Oh, shut up and cook your stupid food. I'm surprised no one's died `cause of your cooking yet.”

 

“I'm a good cook, better than you, obviously. If anybody's food kills anyone it's gonna be yours. Hands down.”

 

Miroku rolled his eyes and finished adding tomatoes to the appetizer size garlic cheese bread. “Well excuse me for getting a Masters' at Culinary School.”

 

Inuyasha slammed his hand down on Miroku's back making Miroku's head bob viciously forward. “You're excused,” Inuyasha replied childishly.

 

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“So, that's really all there is to it. I don't think you should have any problems with anything. You seem to come very highly recommended with a lot of experience in this atmosphere.”

 

“You make me sound so professional,” the girl replied bashfully.

 

Sakura laughed, “Well, your previous employer seemed very anxious to give you more culinary experience. You've apparently traveled here from a school in America, is that correct?”

 

“Yes, actually. I was ecstatic to get a chance to travel overseas to have an education, because I heard that one school in Central America came highly recommended with a professional Cooking Education.”

 

“Well, you've got me impressed,” Sakura stated chuckling, crossing her legs, “If you liked a tour now, I'd be happy to get one of my managers to assist you?”

 

“No, that's alright,” the girl verbalized, “I wouldn't want to trouble anyone and take them away from their work, it is a busy Friday night tonight. But, would it be possible for me to just explore the area myself? I won't get in the way or anything.”

 

“I don't see a problem with that,” Sakura said, tucking a loose brown strand behind one of her ears. “Just be careful if you enter the kitchen, the floors can be slippery and the chefs can be, well, not all that courteous at times.”

 

The girl laughed, “Oh, I know what you mean. But, I guess it can get stressful with so much pressure and then how demanding it can be. Well, I won't take up anymore of your time. You do have an establishment to supervise.”

 

“Thank you, and I do believe you'll be a great addition to our little family here at Blossoms.”

 

The girl laughed once again, “I've never thought of it that way before, but a family, yeah. I can see how it resembles one.” The girl outstretched her hand to Sakura, “Thank you so much, Ms. Kotsu, I -”

 

“Sakura, please, we're family now,” Sakura said with a laugh and a smile.

 

“Sakura,” the girl said smiling warmly, “Thanks so much.”

 

Sakura took the girls hand in both of her hands and gave a warm squeeze, “Welcome to Blossoms, Kagome.”

 

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“Well,” sighed Miroku who untied his apron and tossed it over his shoulder, “I'm out for the night.”

 

“Same,” Inuyasha agreed, “I hate Fridays. We always have to have the crazy shift from two to eight. And on Fridays even, like holy shit.”

 

Miroku laughed, “I know what you mean, and we've been here for what? Only three weeks now and every night when I go home my arms are killing me.”

 

“Pussy,” Inuyasha chortled, walking with Miroku into the Men's Washroom and changed out of their uniforms.

 

“I am not a pussy,” Miroku argued.

 

“My ass, you're not.”

 

“You seem to be obsessed with asses tonight, Inuyasha. You've been talking about them non-stop; something you've forgotten to tell me?”

 

Inuyasha pulled Miroku into a headlock and started ruffling his hair, “Yeah, how queer this new haircut makes you looked. What's with the stub?”

 

“It's not a stub! It's a ponytail. And I hear ladies like a bit of femininity in a male.”

 

“Yeah, I'll bet that stub makes you look real fat in your dress.”

 

“Oh, shut up Inuyasha. You just don't understand what the ladies like too, obviously,” Miroku quarreled.

 

“Sure, I do!” Inuyasha argued, walking beside Miroku towards the lobby to retrieve their coats.

 

“You think you know girls, Inuyasha? Oh, please, you can't even get your mother, let alone some girl.”

 

“I understand girls better than you do, you stupid pervert, you. All you do is grope. Girls hate that shit.”

 

“Some like it,” Miroku quipped grabbing his jacket and putting it on.

 

“Yeah,” Inuyasha said rolling his eyes, “whores.”

 

Miroku rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well at least I can talk nicely to girls. Sweet-talking is what all girls love.”

 

“Oh, please,” Inuyasha gagged buttoning up two of the middle buttons on his leather jacket. “You? Sweet-talking? Don't make me sick? All you do is sex-talk. Boob-this, ass-this, pussy-this, like you know anything about sweet-talking a girl.”

 

“I know more than you do.”

 

“Oh, you think so, huh? Well, Mr. Hot Shit, I bet I could sweet-talk any girl better than you could.”

 

“Ha!” Miroku chortled, “I'd like to see that happen!”

 

“Yeah?!”

 

“Yeah!”

 

“Well, I'll prove it!” Inuyasha shouted, “The next girl that comes around this corner that can walk and still has her original teeth, I'll sweet-talk her better than I'm sure you can.”

 

“Oh, I'm shaking in my sneakers, Inuyasha. If you think you're so hot, sweet-talk this girl so well that she'll actually enjoy talking to you.”

 

“I can do better than that, Asswipe,” Inuyasha squabbled, “I'll sweet-talk her so good that she'll wanna go out with me!”

 

“Like you could do that…” Miroku stated rolling his eyes and putting his hands in his pockets.

 

“I will!”

 

“Ok, I'd like to see it.”

 

“Oh, you will!”

 

“Oh, I can't wait,” Miroku responded sarcastically.

 

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A/N: Soooooo, watcha think….????? For some reason I have high hopes for this fic, higher than my others. And I SWEAR on my hamsters grave *sheds quick tear* that I will update my other fics soon. I have ideas for all 3 of them. I SWEAR!!!! R/R plz & thnk you ^^