InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Complex ❯ Enter Sango ( Chapter 1 )

The Complex

Dea Mariella

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha in any way, shape, or form.

 

Chapter 1: Enter Sango

Chapter Rating: G

 

This would never have started if I hadn't has such a…well…frigid ex-boyfriend. I don't even know if you can USE frigid to describe a boy. Anyways, Takano was the living description of it. I feel bad for his current girlfriend; but then again, she's a supermodel. Yup, 5'8”, blond and blue-eyed…she can get enough on the side to more than WELL make up for Takano's “shyness”.

 

What am I doing? I'm supposed to be describing my problem…not other peoples' problems. ESPECIALLY not my ex's and his current's.

 

It all started late one rainy Friday afternoon…

 

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“I'm sorry miss, but we're closed right now.”

 

“Could you please let me in just for a sec? Just to get out of the rain?”

 

Yup, that was me all right…begging for what it was worth. You see, I'd spent the entire day job-hunting…and being unsuccessful. Did I mention that I didn't have a car? So there I was, walking the streets of Tokyo in the rain…does that sound like a blues song or what? Anyways, I wound up at this little Italian restaurant…who in their right mind would go to this section of town for what probably wasn't even GOOD Italian food…not that I like it, either.

 

The lady at the door was trying to tell me off in the politest language, but she was lying through her teeth. Did she think I was blind? I could see the customers inside.

 

Ok, so I wasn't looking so hot right then, but who would after walking in the rain for 5 or 6 hours? And, I will be the first to admit; my clothes are not the best. I hadn't had a job in ages! But rent needed to be paid and food needed to be bought. (food…what a strange concept…you mean most people bring these foreign substances in their homes of which to eat? Preposterous!)

 

That brings me of course to my (then) present circumstance…begging for entry at a cheesy Italian restaurant.

 

From amidst the random babble of humanity in the restaurant, I heard a loud voice saying something in a foreign language…Italian? The woman in front of me dropped her pleasant smile for a sec and appeared to be arguing with the disembodied voice. I silently watched, cheering on the unknown speaker; if the woman in front of me did not like the conversation, I probably would. Sure enough, the woman turned with an unpleasant look on her face, the kind that pretends to be pleasant; and spoke, this time in Japanese.

 

“Please come in miss, I am sorry for my rudeness earlier.”

 

“No problem.”

 

After my breezy statement, I kinda waltzed right on into the place. The hostess (as I now assume her to be) followed me like a sulky shadow.

 

I surveyed the room, looking at the mock-Italian atmosphere, and sighed. My shadow, ever so politely, requested that I sit down. I complied, much more gracefully than she could ever manage on a good day. My gracefulness was like a slap in the face, for it was a tad overdone. But, as I was just following the dictates of good manners, the hostess could not call me on it. I just smirked to myself at her discomfiture. The hostess contained herself, and jerkily walked back to the front of the room, distaste in every step.

 

I couldn't resist; I laughed.

 

“Is there anything you need miss?”

 

I jumped, not having realized that someone was standing next to me. I almost jumped again, at the appearance of the person. There stood a rather large man, in a strange white shirt; apparently the body to the disembodied voice.

 

“Oh…uh…sorry, I didn't see you there.” I managed to stammer out.

 

“If I may ask, just why would a young lady be wandering the streets in the rain?”

 

I was a little out of my depth.

 

“Well…I was actually looking for a job.”

 

“Really? And what were you looking for?”

 

I was more than a little suspicious at this point.

 

“Something that's fairly active, I don't want to get out of shape.”

 

That was true, for up until my father died recently, I had been fairly competitive in martial arts; he had been one of the main instructors at a large dojo nearby. Unfortunately, times had changed, and so had luxuries. I now had to find someway to support myself AND my little brother.

 

Lost in reminiscing the days before my father's death, I had almost forgotten that there was someone in front of me.

 

“I'm sorry, I'm afraid I missed that. What were you saying?”

 

“I had asked if you had thought about waitressing.”

 

I wasn't about to mention that I was not overjoyed at the thought of working with unpleasant people like the hostess. I could see where this conversation was headed.

 

“Actually, I hadn't really. I hadn't thought it was that active.”

 

At that statement, the man in front of me laughed. Just what was so funny with that? I was soon to find out, much to my chagrin.

 

“Well, if you are interested, I could use another waitress.”

 

Oh yippity skippity. I was practically jumping for joy; in a totally sarcastic manner of course.

 

“Oh, really?”

 

Ok, so maybe I was laying on the enthusiasm a little much, but the big man didn't notice.

 

“Yeah, why don't you come on in tomorrow? My name's Jio, by the way.”

 

I didn't have to think real hard about it. Job=money=safety=YIPPEE!!

 

“Sure, nice to meet you. The name's Sango.”

 

 

 

A.N. Ok…how's the beginning? I know that my other fics aren't done (Into the woods is on permanent hiatus), but I just had to get this one onto paper. For those who are interested, the `Jio' is my japalian nickname for Giovanni. As a random note, this fic is based loosely upon real life.

 

Dea-chan

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