InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hotel Takahashi ❯ Save some for me, it's what I like. ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Come on!

Save some for me, it's what I like.
I wanna play, you know it's time.

Something is calling, I can't keep from falling.

Come on!

It's on!

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.16.2007 | Pages: 11 | Words: 8.3K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Work In Progress

Disclaimer: Inuyasha & co. belong to the great Rumiko Takahashi and I am just borrowing them for my own enjoyment.

Hotel Takahashi

Chapter Two: Save some for me, it's what I like

Come on!

Save some for me, it's what I like.

I wanna play, you know it's time.

Something is calling, I can't keep from falling.

Come on!

It's on!

KORN “It's On”

~*~

Surprised…confused…Kagome stood there with no idea about what was going on. “Wha…what?”

A broad grin spread across Kagura's face as she wiped away a tear that had formed in her eye. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. But man, you were just too easy. If only you could have seen your face.”

Standing up from her chair, she gave Kagome a small salute, “Kagura Harada, at your service. However if you want, you can call me bitch like I know at least half the staff here does. Don't they, Sango…Ayame?” She yelled out to the two women standing outside the room.

The door opened to reveal the receptionist from the front lobby and Sango smiling widely.

“As if we would ever risk calling you that, Kagura?” Sango answered, walking in carrying a tray with several cups of coffee.

“We value our lives far too much to risk it.” The receptionist, now known as Ayame, spoke up.

Sango turned towards Kagome, “I'm sorry for not telling you, Kagome, I really am. You have no idea how hard it's been to keep a straight face this morning.” She placed the tray down on the desk, “But it's this hotel's tradition to play the `your fired' prank to fellow employees on their first day.”

Reaching out and taking one of the cups of coffee, Kagura let out a small chuckle, “If it makes you feel any better, Ayame cried when I did it to her.”

“Hey, that's a lie!!” the said woman exclaimed, grabbing her own coffee mug and taking a sip, “My eyes were merely watering because I stubbed my toe.”

Sango and Kagura both rolled their eyes.

“Sure…that must be it.”

Kagome couldn't believe how easily sidetracked the three women in front of her were getting.

“Uhh…excuse me?” she waved her hand to get their attention. “So are you saying that I'm not getting fired?”

Kagura waved her hand dismissedly. “Of course not. I mean, have you met any of the other employees here?

“Hey!” Ayame and Sango argued, “We're not all that bad.”

“True…but you have to admit,” She turned her attention back to Kagome, “Some of us here are a little, would you say…strange?”

Kagome gave the woman a weak smile, “…Really? I would have never guessed…”

~*~

A hand reached out and grasped the arm of the man standing up. “Please Inuyasha, don't leave just yet.” The demon heiress whispered seductively, letting the sheets covering her body blatantly fall to the bed.

“Aren't you tired yet, Yura?” The inu-hanyou asked, pulling his arm out of the woman's grasp and returning back to readjusting his work uniform, not even sparing a second glance to the woman behind him.

“As if I could ever tire of you.”

Yura crawled towards the edge of the mattress and went to place her arms around Inuyasha's waist, only to have him push her back to the bed and walk across the room to retrieve his belt.

“Well too bad. I'm done with you.” He replied coldly, making his way to the door.

The demon heiress's eyes widened in shock. “You mean you're leaving?” she exclaimed, her voice breaking slightly, “Just like that?”

“You can't tell me you honestly expected anything less.”

Using his demon senses, Inuyasha swiftly ducked as an empty wineglass was suddenly hurled at his head.

“You bloody creep.” Yura yelled, “You egotistical man-whore!!”

Glancing between the fuming woman and the now shattered wineglass on the floor, Inuyasha laughed. “Now, now, Yura.” He tsked, waving his finger from side to side. “I wouldn't yell too loud if I were you. Wouldn't want daddy to find out his sweet, innocent daughter isn't the virgin he thinks she is.”

The inu-hanyou smirked as Yura continued ranting obscenities and started to once again hurl various pieces of glassware at him.

“Oh…and by the way” he spoke up, ducking a particularly large ceramic bowl while pulling out a small polaroid camera from his pocket. “Say cheese.”

“You ASSHOLE!! You swine!! I fucking hate y-”

Inuyasha closed the door firmly behind him before the demon heiress could finish her rant and let out a small chuckle.

“And they say I'm losing my touch.” He murmured to himself, glancing down at the fine handy work in his hand. “This ought to shut them up.”

Placing the photograph in his pocket, Inuyasha gave Yura's door one last glance before heading down the corridor.

“Time to see what that perverted chef is up too.”

~*~

“Well…now that introductions are out of the way,” Sango spoke up, “I reckon it's time I give you a full scale tour of the hotel.”

Following behind her, Kagome raised an eyebrow “You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm sure I can find my own way around this place.”

Sango waved the comment off, “Don't worry about it, besides,” she shot Kagome a wide smile, “It gets me off having to actually do any real work for a little while.”

“So in other words you're just using me?” Kagome joked.

“Pretty much, yeah. Now…I have to warn you, the first place I'm going to take you isn't that flashy, but I figure it's probably best if we just start from the bottom and work our way up—so as to not confuse you any more then necessary once we're finished.”

“But what could there be to show me besides the car-park down on the ground floor?”

“You'll see.”

Both walking in companionable silence for a few minutes, Kagome suddenly cast a questioning glance towards her best friend as they walked past the elevator and instead headed towards a flight of stairs.

“Why aren't we using the elevator?” she asked.

Sango shrugged, “I can't be bothered waiting for it to come down to our level, and besides, the fire-escape stairs are faster. I want to be able to get this tour finished quickly before it actually starts to get busy around here.”

“But I thought you said you wanted to be able to get off having to do any real work for a while?”

“Yeah, but if we take too long Kagura will kick our arses.”

“Oh, well in that case…We'd better speed things up a notch.” Kagome grinned and broke out into a run. “Race ya to the ground floor!”

Eyes widening in surprise, Sango stood there in shock for a moment before chasing after her, “Hey wait Kagome, that's not fair!!”

“You're the one who said you wanted this tour to be quick” Kagome retorted over her shoulder racing madly down the flight of stairs, using the railing to jump over every second step.

“You didn't have to take it so literally!”

A young man who couldn't have been any older than seventeen was walking towards the staff room only to suddenly find himself being shoved to the floor as two women made their way out from the fire-escape stairs and barrelled right past him.

“Sorry Shippo!” Sango apologised over her shoulder.

Hoisting himself off the ground, the teenager watched as the two women raced each other to the end of the corridor.

“I don't think I'll ever understand girls.” He muttered, continuing on his way.

“Yes!” Kagome exclaimed, reaching their destination first, “I won! I won!”

Sango shot the woman a small scowl. “You didn't win. You cheated!”

“But you said we had to hurry,” Kagome said innocently.

Leaning against the wall for support, Sango let out an irritated sigh. “I didn't mean that way. And anyway, since when did you learn to run so fast? I feel as if I've been in a marathon,” she complained, completely out of breath.

“That's just because you're unfit, Sango.”

“I'll have you know that I am very fit, thank you very much. I was a professional boxer you know!”

“How could I forget?” Kagome chuckled. “You use it against me as a threat every time I ask you to do the washing up.”

Sango shrugged, “Hey, it works doesn't it?” Straightening herself up and smoothing out the wrinkles in her suit, she glanced around at her surroundings before turning her attention back to Kagome. “Well, as fun as all this running has all been, shall I give you your tour of the ground floor now?”

Kagome simply smiled, “Sure. Unless you want another race.”

“As tempting as that is, I'll have to decline for now.”

Both women started walking back down the corridor they just raced through. “This here is the employee's lounge area,” Sango explained as they walked past a fairly large room filled with several tables, chairs and a couple of TV's.

“And this,” she paused as they passed another room further down, “Is the smoke room.”

Kagome shot the woman an inquisitive glance. “Is there any particular reason why these rooms are on the level beneath the hotel?”

Sango shrugged, “Customer's were complaining over the noise factor.”

“The noise factor?”

“Yeah,” the woman smiled, “Our poker nights usually end up getting pretty vocal—especially on Friday's. And anyways,” she added in, “Sesshomaru and Kagura prefer all of us lowly employees to be kept out of sight while we're not working.”

Stepping into the room, both women raised an eyebrow as they noticed the young man from before was in the room.

“I didn't know you had an eyebrow ring, Shippo.” Sango spoke up.

The teenaged fox-demon lit up a cigarette and smiled. “That's probably because I only got it on Saturday night.”

“Let me guess, you were drunk?”

His smile widened, “Yeah, you could say that.” He then noticed Kagome standing next to her. “Who's she?”

“Oh, where are my manners.” Sango turned towards her best friend, “Kagome, I'd like you to meet one of our weekday bell-boy's, Shippo. Shippo, meet Kagome, our new customer service manager.”

Shippo nodded in greeting and held out the hand that wasn't currently holding a cigarette. “Pleased to meet you. I'm glad to see that this time they at least hired someone that isn't the same age as my grandmother.” He smiled, “Not to mention the fact that you're pretty easy on the eyes too.”

Kagome shook his hand, not really certain what the correct response to that comment should be. “Er…thanks. Pleased to meet you too...”

He looked her up and down, “So tell me Kagome, do you mind if I ask you a few questions.”

“Uh sure…I guess.” She answered hesitantly.

“What's you're favourite food?”

“Pizza.”

“Genre of movie?”

“Horror or comedy, but I do like the occasional chick flick if I can get away with it.”

“Do you appose of tattoos?”

“No.”

“Piercings?”

“As long as they are above the waist, then no.”

Shippo nodded, “Okay, and the most important question of all; favourite alcoholic drink?”

“Bourbon and coke.”

This caused Shippo's eyes to widen, “Wow…You and Sango have to be the only girls who ever pick that as their favourite.”

Kagome shrugged, “Maybe you just haven't asked the right girls.”

“True, very true. In any case, all your answers, apart from liking the occasional chick flick, were just what I wanted to hear.” The teenager smiled and gave

Kagome a look of approval, “From now on, you're one of us.”

“One of us?” Kagome glanced across at Sango.

She merely rolled her eyes, “It's a teenage guy thing.”

Sango then turned her attention back to Shippo, “Oi Shippo, now that you're done interrogating my friend, give me your cigarette.”

Kagome shook her head as she watched Sango snatch the cigarette away from Shippo then take a drag.

“You do realise that'll eventually kill you, right?”

Both Sango and Shippo simply shrugged, “We're all killing ourselves in one way or another.” Shippo spoke up. “And besides, I'm a full blooded fox demon so it hardly affects me at all.”

Giving the cigarette back to the teenager, Sango let out a small sigh, “If only that were true for the rest of us mere mortals.”

She then turned back towards Kagome, “You ready to see the rest of this place?”

“Oh sorry, is staying here watching me smoke not entertaining enough for you?” Shippo joked, taking another long drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray.

“Well, actually…yeah. And anyway, aren't you a little young to smoke?” Sango asked teasingly.

“Aren't you a little old to play tag?”

~*~

Weaving his way through empty tables, Inuyasha hopped over the rope barrier barring hotel guests from the kitchen and pushed open the two western-styled salon doors with a loud thud.

“Oi Miroku, you lecher! You in here?”

A deafening crash suddenly echoed throughout the large kitchen followed by a loud “Fuck!!”

Following the sound of the noise, Inuyasha let out a small chuckle as he came across a now flour covered chef sprawled out on the floor surrounded by several pots

and pans.

“Had a bit of an accident did we, Miroku?”

“No, I just thought I'd take a little break on the floor.” An irritated frown etched it way across Miroku's face, Did you have to yell so loud?”

The inu-hanyou held his hands up innocently, “Keh, this place is huge. How was I supposed to know you were nearby?”

“Oh I don't know…” Miroku hoisted himself up off the ground and began dusting himself off, “Maybe by actually looking around before screaming down the place?”

“Geez, what is it with people giving me lectures today?”

The chef raised an eyebrow, “I'm surprised you're not use to it by now.”

“Shut up.”

Bending down and picking up the three or four pots and pans off the floor, Miroku made his way over to one of the kitchen counters. “So what is it that you want, anyway?”

Inuyasha smirked, “I have another addition for the book.”

“And you call me a pervert? Didn't you put two in yesterday?”

“What can I say? The ladies can't resist me.” Watching his friend make his way over to the walk-in refrigerator, the inu-hanyou shrugged, “Besides, I can remember quite a few times where you've managed to get three in one day.”

Miroku grabbed some ingredients out of the fridge, “So, who was it this time?” he asked.

“You remember that demon heiress who's staying here at the hotel for the week while her father does some campaigning around the city?”

Making his way back over and dumping what was contained in his arms on the counter, the chef shot a questioning glance towards the half demon. “You mean the one with the great rack but has that really weird hair obsession?”

Inuyasha grinned as he leaned against the wall, “Yep.”

“And you're not at all worried that her father might have a slight objection about you deflowering his one and only daughter?”

“Keh, trust me—that flower was plucked well before I ever got there.”

Looking up from his chopping, Miroku wiped his hands on his apron, “Well?”

Inuyasha looked at him strangely, “Well what?”

The chef rolled his eyes, “Let's see the picture.”

“Oh…” he searched through his pockets till he found what he was looking for, “Here you go.”

Miroku whistled, “Damn, that's one pissed off demon. What the hell did you do to make her that angry?”

The inu-hanyou smirked, “I left.”

Shaking his head, the chef went back to preparing the lunch special. “Knowing you there's more to it then that.”

“Well…I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.” Inuyasha pushed himself off the wall and walked over to where his friend was cooking, “So, what's the lunch

special today for our lovely hotel guests?”

“Well…I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.”

“Ha, ha, like you could hurt me.”

Not even looking up, Miroku simply chuckled. “Maybe not physically, but I know were you keep your hidden stash of ramen, not to mention the fact that only I know how to make your coffee exactly the way you like it.”

Inuyasha rested his elbows on the counter, “Yeah, well I know were you keep your porn collection. And besides, you're not the only one who knows how to make coffee exactly the way I like it. Sango does too.”

At the mention of Sango's name, Miroku suddenly raised his head. “Ah Sango, the woman who got away.”

“How could she have gotten away if you never had her to begin with?”

The chef shook his head, “My poor, poor delusional friend. The lovely Sango and I have spiritually connected in a way that far surpasses that of which you can achieve through sex.”

“Miroku,” Inuyasha shot his friend a sceptical glance, “Sango knocking you unconscious every time you touch her arse hardly classifies as a `spiritual connection'.”

The inu-hanyou ducked as yet again someone attempted to hurl an object at his head.

“Did you just chuck a carrot at me?”

Miroku frowned, “You're distracting me from my work. I have to prepare enough food to last six hours once the restaurant opens up for lunch and you're not helping matters.”

“Speaking of which,” Inuyasha glanced around the large kitchen. “Where is the rest of your staff?”

“Three have called in sick and Souten and Shiori are both running late.”

Wiping his hands on his apron yet again, Miroku walked over towards a small cupboard and unlocked it. Pulling out a large, black leather book, he and flipped it open. “Well…It seems that right at this moment you're beating both Koga and I by five counts. Six if you include the one you're about to add now.”

“And that bastard wolf had the nerve to tell me I'm losing my touch.”

“You know he only does it because it gets you so riled up.”

“Hence why he's a bastard.” Inuyasha repeated, grabbing the book out of Miroku's hands and turning to the next blank page. He raised an eyebrow, “You got a pen?”

“Why do you never bring your own?”

“I always forget.”

Taking his own out of his apron pocket, Miroku slid it across the counter. “Don't forget to give it back this time. You're always borrowing my pens and then never return them.”

Inuyasha waved his hand dismissedly, “Yeah, yeah, I won't forget.” He muttered, sticking in the photo of his latest conquest and then adding a comment or two.

“There,” He closed the book shut, “All done.”

Grabbing the book off Inuyasha, Miroku walked over towards the cupboard and put it away, “Well…as fun as this little chat has been, I think it would probably be best if you actually did something worthwhile like oh…I don't know” he pretends to think for a moment, “Actually work. You don't want to leave Shippo to have to cover for you again.”

“Yeah, that's true. Somehow after last time I made him cover a shift for me he wouldn't be too happy with me if I made it a repeat occurrence. But in my defence” Inuyasha shrugged his shoulders, “How was I supposed to know a bus-load of `I love Lucy' fans would arrive and try to cut of his red hair while I was gone? Besides, it was an emergency.”

Miroku raised an eyebrow as he watched his friend leave, “Inuyasha, ducking out on the job to have sex with a washed-up television actress is not usually classified as an `emergency'.”

“Shows what you know.”

The perverted chef shot his friend a sceptical look. “Well answer me this then oh wise and knowledgeable one. If you know everything then perhaps you'd like to tell me all about the new employee who's starting here today?”

“There's a new employee starting today?”

“Case in point.”

Inuyasha turned around and let out an unamused sigh. “Alright, so I don't know who this new employee is? Big deal! It's probably some bored daddy's girl or some power hungry asshole. I really couldn't give a shit.”

Letting out a small chuckle, the chef searched through his pockets for a minute before pulling out a photo of his own. “Well I can tell you now you might change your tune after seeing what she looks like.”

This caught the inu-hanyou's interest. “So it's a woman, hey? She hot?”

“Oh yeah.”

Raising an eyebrow, a slight smirk formed its way across Inuyasha's lips, “And does Koga know about this new employee yet?” he asked.

Miroku smiled. “Nope. Well…at least not yet. Why? Want to get a head start on this one, Inu?”

“Of course. Anything to beat that mangy wolf. What can you tell me about her?”

“Well one; she's a friend of Sango's, and two; she's also going to be Kaede's replacement here at this hotel.”

“Sounds interesting…especially if she's a friend of Sango's.” Inuyasha shot Miroku a questioning glance, “What's her name?”

“Kagome Higurashi.”

The inu-hanyou froze, sure he had miss-heard Miroku. “What was that?”

Curious as to why Inuyasha was suddenly acting so strange, Miroku handed him the photo he was holding and repeated himself. “Her name's Kagome Higurashi.”

“No way…” Inuyasha glanced down at the photo, certain it was just a coincidence.

It wasn't.

“Hey, Inuyasha…mate? You okay?”

The reaction was almost instant. Angry at himself for letting his mask slip if only for a second, Inuyasha immediately set his face blank, his emotions once more in place. “Everything's fine, Miroku.” He glanced across at the perverted chef, “You say she's starting today?”

Noticing his friend's reaction to the photo, Miroku knew something was up. However, he also knew that pushing it would not be the smart way to go. “Yeah. I saw her in the lobby with Sango when I arrived here this morning.”

“Koga working today?”

Miroku chuckled, “Nope. You should know by now that Koga has medical school on weekdays. He only works here at the hotel bar Friday, Saturday and

Sunday nights. ” He raised an eyebrow, “Why? Gonna go and get a head-start on this one?”

Glancing down, Inuyasha took one last look at the familiar face staring up at him before clenching his hand around the photo, scrunching it into a ball.

“Something like that.”

TBC

~*~

Now come on, who didn't see that one coming? But trust me, this story does actually have a deeper plot. I can assure you that this story is headed for far greater things.

…The two of them working together simply makes things interesting.

In the next few chapters we find out more about Kagome's father (yes, unlike the anime/manga she does have one that is actually present), so stick around and watch the story start to really progress.

Cya all next chappie.

Cheers!!

Jess