InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Complex ❯ Enter Kagome ( Chapter 2 )

The Complex

Dea Mariella

 

Disclaimer: *sigh…I do not own Inuyasha, though I wish to…

Chapter 2: Enter Kagome

Chapter Rating: PG

 

Yet again, I found myself in front of the cheesy Italian restaurant. This time however, I was a girl on a mission.

 

*duh duh duuh da duh duh duuh da da da daaaaaa da da daaaa…*

 

My foray into the land of mission impossible was curtailed by the presence of Jio.

 

“Good morning sir!”

 

He all but swept me into his office. I hadn't realized that there was a room there.

 

“Do you remember the gist of what I told you last night?”

 

I nodded, and began to relive it…

 

(*the night before)

 

“I'd like to see you here at 9 o'clock tomorrow, I'll start you on the lunch shift, it makes it easier to learn the ropes. You haven't served before?”

 

At my negation, Jio continued.

 

“You'll need to wear black pants and shoes, and a red shirt. I can supply the shirt if you need one, but you'll need to buy it. I am both the cook and the owner of this establishment, so I know what should be happening here. You'll get a little leeway until you are properly trained, but I want you to be pleasant to all customers, quick on your feet, and to do your own work. I don't want you passing off your work to the bussers; they have enough to do. Now, you'll be paid $20 per night, but tips aren't counted in that. [A/N: I don't know the conversion for yen, so I'm using American dollars.] Any questions?”

 

My head was spinning, but I managed to give a straight answer of `no'.

 

“Good, then I'll see you tomorrow!”

 

(*the proverbial tomorrow, a while after arrival)

 

I couldn't believe so much had happened in the past hour and a half. I was swooped into Jio's office, and he reiterated much of what he had said yesterday. I needed to buy a shirt, so I gave him the money for that. He then all but threw me into the lion's den. Said that I would be fine.

 

Well, fine is relative, let me tell you. I think it's the whole speedy thing that was the problem. Do you realize how much footwork a waitress has? You are practically running a marathon! I hadn't had to work so hard for anything in a long time…probably not since my first day of training; and I had run around the dojo 20 times, and was knocked out on the first spar.

 

And then there's the friendly thing…maybe that was my problem. I'm not that mean, but I'm not the most sunshine-y person in the world. You just don't know how I'm going to react to anything…but there, the reactions had all got to be good. It was my new-found job on the line there.

 

Ahh…I have it figured out, it's the “do your own work” mantra that had me slipping up. I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DOING!!!! Oh well…I'd manage eventually.

 

I was running some dirty dishes into the kitchen, when I felt it. A HAND on my butt! I quickly spun around and slapped the offender.

 

“Watch it buddy! This is not a free show!”

 

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted them. Sure enough, the man in front of me pounced on them.

 

“So if I slipped you some bills, it makes it all better?”

 

I just ground my teeth, and stalked out of the kitchen; the sound of the entire kitchen erupting in laughter behind me ringing in my ears.

 

`Someday, I'll get you for that one' I vowed. Then I sighed. I didn't know anybody's name yet, and already I was on the warpath? There had to be something wrong with me, what normal person would be that dysfunctional?

 

As I scanned the room, I noticed something; one of my customers was quietly crying to herself. I mentally slapped myself for my negligence, and ran over to see what was wrong.

 

“Umm…miss?”

 

My only response was a slightly louder sob. As of right then, no one (except me) had noticed the problem. But that was fast changing.

 

I quickly sat down so that I wasn't so noticeable. The girl wasn't even aware of that.

 

I reached out to touch her shoulder, and she jumped. As she saw me, her tears almost immediately dried up.

 

“Yes?”

 

I was dumbfounded. How could she regain her composure like that? I was immediately jealous of her talent.

 

“Are you ok? I mean, I don't mean to pry…”

 

The girl rebounded with a reply that was both quick and perky. I was amazed. How does she do that? Then I noticed that her eyes weren't quite as happy as the rest of her face. I decided then, that I would try to help this girl. Making a quick plan, I also spoke quickly.

 

“To tell you the truth, you don't look ok. Don't deny it, something's wrong. If there is anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask. Even if it's just a sympathetic ear, I might be able to help. Ok? Now, unfortunately, I cannot chat now; my boss would probably kill me. I get off shift at 3 o'clock, if you are willing to accept my help, you can meet me then. If not, I hope that whatever is bothering you, ceases.”

 

The girl just stared at me amazed. Her mask of perkiness was gone. I saw an incredibly strong and beautiful woman, just with something out of her control. She silently nodded. I stood up to go, when she grabbed my hand.

 

“My name's…Kagome.”

 

“And I am Sango.”

 

With that message imparted, I went back to work; vowing to work harder than ever. The beautiful girl…Kagome…left shortly afterwards. I wondered if she would show up at three. Who knows? Life is unpredictable most of the time. With someone calling for the waitress, I stopped my thought process, and scurried on my way.

 

 

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A/N: Well now, how was that? I think it's kinda rushed, but it should be ok…so far the only person that has read it is my sis, and she thinks it's ok…(*cough REVIEW cough*) I will have Sango formally meet Miroku (in case you couldn't tell who the guy in the kitchen was) next chappie. I give a shout out to the one who is living through this with me, the Kagome to my Sango (to use the references from the story). You know who you are…and no, this fic is not all fiction, just mostly.

Dea-chan =^..^=