InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blossoms ❯ "...and in a bet, gentlemen, anything goes..." ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Well, I was just sitting here and thinking about how bored I am, so then I thought, oh, what the hell, I might as well continue on with my NEWEST story <(^_^)> (look its Kirby!!! ^^) lol anyways, so I want to thank blackenedheart and xoxStArDuStxox for being my first 2 reviewers, appreciate it so much you two ^^.

 

* Well here's the 2nd chappie you guys!! All the main characters are pretty much introduced into this chapter! Hope ya like it!

 

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Blossoms

 

Chapter 2

 

“…and in a bet, gentlemen, anything goes…”

 

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“I can't wait to see you make a complete idiot out of yourself, Inuyasha. I can't believe you're actually gonna do this.”

 

Miroku was leaning against the wall next to the cubbies that held all the jackets of the customers and staff at Blossoms. Miroku was watching Inuyasha keenly, watching him pace up and down just a couple feet away from Miroku, with his hands in his pockets, a stern look on his face. There was no possible way that he could attract any female when he's giving off a pissed off aura.

 

“Stupid Miroku,” Inuyasha mumbled, looking up as two elderly ladies walked by, giving Inuyasha wide-dentured smiles, Inuyasha felt himself grimace inwardly. “I can't believe I'm doing this. Why the hell do I always end up doing the stupid things?” Inuyasha called to Miroku looking over his shoulder with his eyes narrowed at his long-time friend.

 

“Because you, my friend, are a complete sap when it comes to telling you what to do, because not only are you incredibly thick, but you do whatever you're told.”

 

“What???” Inuyasha raged. “I do not do what everyone tells me to!”

 

“Sure you do.”

 

“I do not!”

 

“Excuse me, but you're blocking my wives path to the door,” barked some elderly gentleman in a long trench coat, “Move please!”

 

Inuyasha stepped out of the way, with a disgruntled look dusting his face, “That doesn't count!” he shouted, watching the couple link arms and exit the building.

 

Miroku choked out a laugh and wiped away an imaginary tear, “Sad, Inuyasha. Very sad.”

 

“Oh shut up, fagot.”

 

Miroku rolled his eyes, “Stop your bitching and watch for this wonder chick, I wanna go home.”

 

Inuyasha growled at Miroku, “So what am I doing again? Asking some girl out?”

 

“No…you're gonna sweet-talk some girl and try to get her to want to go out with you. But if you fail miserably and she thinks you're a complete asshole, which she prob'ly will, then I win.”

 

“But you don't do shit though! Just `cause some chick won't go out with me doesn't mean that you're better than me, which you're not anyways!”

 

“Fine than, Inuyasha, be a baby. The next girl after your Failed Experiment that I see, I'll do the same thing to her. And if I result in getting a date, than we'll know who's better.”

 

Inuyasha tossed a silver tress over his shoulder and it fluttered and dusted the back of his rusty brown jacket. “But what if both of us get the girl to go out with us? Who's better than…a part from me?”

 

Miroku rolled his eyes, “Uh huh…well, Mr. Big Shot, I guess that'll continue the bet then. And hell, why not go on from there, and see who can lead the more successful relationship in four months.”

 

Inuyasha bore a lop-sided grin, “So, it's a competition you want, huh? Hehe. Well, you won't last more than a week, Mr. Fingers.”

 

“Wanna bet? I bet my relationship will last longer than yours. I'll make it all the way to the four month mark. And yours won't last past two,” Miroku declared, poking Inuyasha in the shoulder.

 

“Oh you think so, eh? Well, I say mine'll last longer and better than yours!”

 

“Fine, you're on!”

 

“Ha! May the best man win,” Inuyasha said sticking out his hand.

 

Miroku took Inuyasha's hand in his and gave it a tight squeeze, “Yes, may the best man win. Good luck, Inuyasha. You may now pick your girl. Remember, she has to want to go out with you, no stuttering in her answer when you ask her. And it has to last at least four months.”

 

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“Who's the new busser?”

 

“I'm not sure. But she's doing the job better than I've ever seen!”

 

“What??”

 

“Yeah, look! She's gone in that kitchen with full dishes and come out with an empty tub about 13 times so far!”

 

“Hey, sweetie, what's your name?”

 

The two lanky, brown-haired gentlemen sitting at their usual table far in the back of the dining room stared at this poor girl with nothing more but lust and entertainment in their eyes.

 

“Hey, I'm talking to you!”

 

The girl turned around from wiping a table and wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. “Is there something I can help you gentlemen with?”

 

“Damn straight there is!” one of them said.

 

The girl quickly noticed how many empty beer bottles were left scrounged around the table. She tucked an irritating piece of hair from her black bangs behind her ears and stuffed the wet cloth into an empty pocket of her apron.

 

“What can I do for you?” she asked walked over to the table.

 

The fatter of the two with the greasy mop of hair glued to his head gave her a lop-sided drunken smirk as he gave her an up and down look-over.

 

“What's a pretty thing like you bussin' tables?” the man asked, spitting out each slurred word.

 

“Yeah,” came the other, the girl was focused on the particle of food stuck in his moustache and felt queasy in the base of her throat. “Get us more to drink and we'll share some with ya.”

 

“No thank you,” the girl said, “A part from me not being your waiter or waitress, I have to refuse you gentlemen anymore to drink because I do believe you've reached your limit on the amount of alcohol you can consume.”

 

The girl was about to turn and continue cleaning the table she had abandoned when the fatter man grabbed her wrist with a drunken shout. “Hey, sweetheart! You can't refuse us! We're the highest stock holders for this god damn dump, so you can't refuse us nuthin'! So, you go get that little ass of yours to get us some more drinks,” he said giving the girl's behind a firm smack.

 

“Sir, you refrain from touching me, or I will be resulted into calling the manager!”

 

The two men laughed, “Ok, sweetie, no need to get angry, we're just complimentin' ya's all. God, Henry, can you believe she's so stern to us, what'd we do?”

 

The girl turned away from the two men and left her bin on the table she was cleaning. She bypassed the table and went straight into the back of the kitchen and leaned against the wall. She raised a hand and rested it on top of her hair and she sniffled back the tears that were fighting to fall.

 

`No, you promised Dad, you wouldn't cry. You promised you'd be strong for Kohaku.'

 

Sango took in a deep breathe and walked out of the kitchen and back to the table she was cleaning. She ignored the two men that had harassed her and finished cleaning the table and then left the dining room, not entering again until she was sure those two Stock Holders were gone.

 

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Once leaving Sakura's office, Kagome headed straight for the back of the restaurant and planned on examining the restaurant from the dining room to the front room. She wasn't too keen on working upstairs in the bar area. Finding her way around wasn't that hard. She walked by the kitchen, taking a quick peek in every now and then as busy waiters and waitresses walked in and out and thought that they had to have the best appliances she's ever seen. The latest models of everything.

 

“Who're you?”

 

Kagome stopped and turned around to find a boy who looked in his mid-teens to be looking at her with keen interest. His hair was fire and his face was heavily dusted with freckles. He wore a very nice placid blue shirt and partially tight black pants. He held several menus under his arms and looked up at Kagome with wide eyes.

 

“Oh, hi. My name's Kagome. I'm going to be a waitress here starting tomorrow. Who're you?”

 

“I'm Shippou; I'm the host here at Blossoms. I stand at the door and take people to their seats and tell them the specials of the day and -”

 

“I know what a host is,” Kagome said politely, “but thank you for informing me otherwise. I'm glad to know you know what you're doing,” she answered with a small laugh.

 

Shippou smiled, “Well, I have been here for almost a year now.”

 

“If you don't mind me asking, how old are you, Shippou?” Kagome asked.

 

“Sixteen,” he replied, “What about you?”

 

“Nineteen,” Kagome replied with a smile.

 

“You look older,” Shippou said, “but you're very pretty.”

 

“Thank you,” Kagome replied with fair shade of pink tinting her features. “Well, I'm just looking around, but it was nice meeting you Shippou,” she said. “I suppose I'll see you next time you're working.”

 

“Probably, see ya!”

 

Kagome saw Shippou head upstairs towards the bar, which was where the main entrance to Blossoms was. She headed off towards the other entrance on the first floor of the restaurant. Looking in each room left Kagome pleasantly surprised. The walls were a beautiful taupe with great chandeliers hanging in each room giving Blossoms a very sophisticated aura. The tables were thick mahogany and marble and the chairs looked more like stools with back rests than chairs, but non the less, the landscape of Blossoms was beautiful.

 

Looking towards the entrance, Kagome noticed two males just loitering there. She seems fascinated with the one with his back facing her. His hair was unlike anything she's ever seen. Silver hair? It must be dyed that colour, it couldn't possibly be natural, she thought to herself.

 

The black-haired one was very handsome. He had strong masculine features and a broad, toned body. He wore black jeans and an off-white shirt that complimented his skin colour. His mauve eyes crossed over to Kagome and their eyes locked for a moment before the man looked away towards his comrade and the silver-haired male turned around. Kagome felt paralyzed.

 

She had never seen such a handsome and attractive man. His slim yet muscular features were making her mouth water. Silver hair by the thread wound tightly to his scalp flowed freely around the middle of his back. It reflected the light and glistened like spring water. But the hypnosis of this being was due to his eyes. His beautiful amber eyes. Orbs of fire that sank into Kagome's chocolate orbs. She could feel her heartbeat in her chest and its pulse in her neck. The man was keen in his glance with her, for he didn't look away. Neither did Kagome.

 

Kagome felt her eyelids flitter when she saw the man beginning to approach her.

 

“Hi,” she said when he was within speaking distance.

 

“Hey, how's it going?”

 

“Good, how about you?”

 

The small talk was all Kagome could bear at the moment; it took her several moments for her brain to connect to her mouth. She couldn't believe such a gorgeous man had openly walked towards her.

 

“I couldn't help but notice you. Are you the new waitress that Sakura met tonight?” he asked.

 

“Yeah, my name's Kagome Higurashi.”

 

The man nodded, “Inuyasha. I'm one of the chefs in the kitchen.”

 

Kagome nodded and smiled, “A man who can cook, that's impressive.”

 

“What? You think men don't know how to cook?”

 

“Well, no, that's not what I said.”

 

“But it's what you meant,” he said sternly.

 

“Not intentionally I didn't,” Kagome responded. Inuyasha just looked at her and nodded. She could still feel his amber eyes gazing at her and suddenly she felt very awkward.

 

“Well, so what's someone like you doing in a restaurant like this?” Inuyasha asked.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well, you don't really seem like the kind of girl who fits in to high class waiting,” he answered bluntly.

 

“Oh, really!” Kagome declared severely, “well, I must say, you don't seem like a chef. You don't even look like you can cook.”

 

“What did you just say! I can cook better than any asshole in this place! What's wrong with you anyways, I didn't say anything to piss you off.”

 

“Well, let's just say I don't really like your attitude.”

 

“What's wrong with my attitude!” Inuyasha raged.

 

“Well, firstly, you don't know how to control your temper, and second of all, you don't even know me yet you've found it necessary to insult me.”

 

“I didn't say anything to insult you! I just said you look more like a normal waitress than a high class waitress.”

 

“And what's considered a normal waitress?” Kagome demanded, putting her hands on her slim hips.

 

“I dunno,” Inuyasha shrugged, “like WacDonald's, I guess.”

 

“You jerk! So you're saying I look like a fast-food girl huh? Well, you are a selfless jerk, Inuyasha.”

 

Kagome couldn't believe how such a good-looking guy could be such a creep. WacDonald's of all places, that's the lowest of the restaurant food chain. Like he could cook anything apart from Kraft Dinner or ramen.

 

Kagome fiddled with her jacket and began putting it on, heading for the door. The other good-looking gentleman with the black hair nodded his head towards her and Kagome offered him a quick smile.

 

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Inuyasha called. “Come back here!”

 

“Why should I?” Kagome asked. “You've done nothing but insult me!”

 

“Ok, ok, you don't need to be so upset, I didn't mean it. Sheesh, calm down,” he growled.

 

Kagome just rolled her eyes and began walking out the door.

 

“Oh my God, Woman, just come back, will ya??”

 

Kagome spun on her heel, “My name is not woman, it's Kagome Higurashi, thanks.”

 

Inuyasha looked quickly at Miroku who was fighting back a mouthful of laughter. Inuyasha rolled his eyes and called to Kagome again, “Look, Kagome, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. Can you please come back?”

 

Kagome stopped in her tracks, and finished buttoning up her dress coat that dangled by her calves. She took a deep breath and looked angrily at Inuyasha. Her cheeks were somewhat flushed from her aggression and Inuyasha thought she looked ravishing.

 

“I'm sorry,” Inuyasha said again, taking several steps towards her.

 

“What is it that you want?” Kagome asked, her tone had softened and Inuyasha was glad to see she wasn't as upset.

 

“I want to take you out,” Inuyasha said.

 

Kagome raised an amused eyebrow, “Out?”

 

“Yeah, out. On a date?”

 

Kagome smiled inwardly. `This guy is so clueless about how to ask out women,' Kagome thought.

 

“On a date where?”

 

“To dinner.”

 

“I already ate.”

 

“Ok then…out for coffee.”

 

“I don't drink coffee.”

 

“Fine, what about for ice cream or something?”

 

“I'm lactosintolerent…”

 

“Oh my GOD!!!” Inuyasha raged. “FINE!! What about just a ride in a car??”

 

“I'm allergic to the interior of cars,” Kagome said. Inuyasha glared at her with cross eyes. Kagome laughed, “I'm just kidding. But dessert would be ok.”

 

“Fine, dessert,” Inuyasha said.

 

“Here's my number,” Kagome said, writing her apartment number on a Kleenex from inside her purse and handing it to Inuyasha.

 

Inuyasha took it and watched Kagome close her purse and smile at him, “Nice meeting you, Inuyasha,” Kagome said.

 

“You too,” responded Inuyasha looking down at the phone number.

 

Once Kagome was gone, Inuyasha turned around and looked at Miroku, waving the tissue in the air triumphantly.

 

“Well, I'll be damned…” Miroku said in astonishment.

 

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A/N: Well, this was a pretty long chapter eh?? Haha, I love how this is going so far. I hope everyone seems pretty much in character, but the occasion OOC isn't that bad, rite? Well, I hope you guys liked it!! Next chapter coming atcha soon TTFN!!! <3