InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Complex ❯ Enter Inuyasha ( Chapter 4 )

The Complex

 

Dea Mariella

 

Disclaimer: Yes! I DO own Inuyasha! (runs from rabid horde of lawyers…)

 

Chapter 4: Enter Inuyasha

 

Chapter Rating: PG-13 (I have a potty mouth, ok?)

 

Alright, I could do this! It was a dangerous situation, but I could handle it! People's lives rested upon my decision.

 

Which pants to wear?

 

I could wear the flowy gauzy looking ones, but I didn't think they would be good for waitressing; they'd get dirty fast. I could wear the same ones as yesterday, but they had already proved to show off my behind too much. Hey! What is this? Nice straight wide-legged pants? Yes! Victory was mine! Who found the happy medium? Who found the happy medium?

 

My happy dance was interrupted by the phone. I stopped short, feeling kinda silly. This was why I live alone.

 

“Hey sis, you gonna get that?”

 

Oh yeah, I didn't, did I?

 

“Hold your horses, I'm coming!”

 

I gathered what remained of my dignity and answered the phone.

 

“Moshi moshi.”

 

“And would this be the lovely Miss Sango?”

 

Ahhhhhhhhh! It's HIM! I know it, it's him! The letch from the kitchen! Run for your lives!!!!!!!

 

“Ummmmmmmmm…it might be…why?”

 

“We were just double checking that you were coming in.”

 

Double checking…? I glanced at the clock. AAHHHHHH!!! I should have been there five minutes ago!

 

“I'll be there in like three minutes!”

 

“Certainly.”

 

Click. Oh my gods, how did I manage THIS one? The nice happy medium pants were supposed to help, not hinder me! Oh, second day of work, and I was already late! This was NOT my life!

 

Anyone walking the streets of Tokyo just then would have seen a red and black blur flying by them. No, it was not some strange aircraft; it was me, running my ass off.

 

`I can make it, I can make it, I can make it…'

 

My mantra was interrupted by the actual building. I stopped just short of hitting the wall.

 

Phew! Made it! I walked inside as if nothing was the matter. This worked very well until I saw the hordes of dirty dishes on the wait station. Goddamn it, even the dinner crew was afraid of going in the kitchen? What was with this? Did my life hate me or something? That's it, this day officially sucked. With nothing else to do, I was forced to bring them in.

 

“That was four and a half minutes.”

 

I whipped around, not having noticed his approach.

 

“So sue me, ok? I was going as fast as I can. It's generally a 15 minute walk. You're lucky I cut down the time as much as I did!”

 

What is this, the Spanish inquisition? Ok, so they say `no one expects a Spanish inquisition', but this guy is Japanese…in an ITALIAN restaurant! Certainly not Spanish…I don't think…

 

“Are you Spanish?”

 

Whoops…didn't mean for that to come out.

 

“Why would it matter if I'm Spanish or not? You have a thing for Spanish guys? If so, I am!”

 

Great. What a LOVELY pick-up line, if you can call it that. Having answered my question anyways, I then made the mistake of turning to leave. Miroku was fast, let me tell you. Luckily for me (unluckily for him) I could slap him three times in the time it takes to grope me once.

 

`Rub'

 

`Slap slap slap'

 

Our final comments being said, I paraded out of the kitchen; happy to have won this battle. My rejoicement stopped when I saw all of the people sitting down with menus. My death glare to the hostess just received a smile in return. Forcing a smile on my face, I went to the first customer.

 

“Good morning sir!”

 

“What's so good about it?”

 

Oh a wise guy, eh? Before I knew what I was doing, words just kinda jumped out of my mouth.

 

“Obviously everything excepting you!”

 

Oops…not supposed to insult the guests…but he just smirked and said most distinctly…

 

“Feh!”

 

I just knew that this would be a bad day.

 

 

_-_-_-

 

A/N/: it's kinda weird, when I mentioned getting interrupted by the phone, the phone rang. I was like `wtf mate'? (yes, that was intentional, it's a quote, yet again…) As for the kinda severe rating, apparently fanfiction.net has been cracking on people who aren't appropriate for their ratings. So, I'll just say pg-13 and leave it at that. Bonus points to anyone who picks up the random quotes thrown in…(ok, so one's a give away…it's IN quotes…) I'll give…uh…chocolate! Yeah…I'll find some way to send it through the phone wires…

 

Dea-chan