InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Complex ❯ Enter Reprieve ( Chapter 5 )

The Complex

 

Dea Mariella

 

Disclaimer: (sight of Dea tied to a chair) YES! I will deny it! I do not own Inuyasha! (the lawyers currently torturing the answer out, left.) Help?

 

A.N. For those who read my other stories, they are permanently closed…at least on ff.net. There has been muchas cracking down upon “non-stories” and both Lifestyles and Into the Woods would be considered as such. The only reason they stay upon ff.net is that they are lost in the archives of the world wide web. So long as they are not updated and made current, they will remain on sufferance. Both Yuki-chan (co-author of Lifestyles) and I feel this is the best option for these fics. I will (hopefully) be starting a website, and the stories will have a more permanent home. And now, on with the story.

 

Chapter 5: Enter Reprieve

 

I had been working at Jio's for over a week now; I'm practically family…not. Actually, you'd be surprised how often I'm asked if I AM related…yeah, I'm only 100% Japanese…and he's probably 100% Italian…real close there. I have now perfected the extra-special-working-girl-technique…the ability to keep smiling, no matter what you feel like.

 

Let me tell you, life throws some mean curve balls sometimes, but the customers don't give a shit! So, you just smile, and become the nameless, faceless, smiling, pleasant person that brings food.

 

I'm not supposed to bring food, but the runner, Kouga, always chatting with the bartender, Kagura…'fuck you and the horse you rode in on…' [A.N. random Porky's quote…] And then the next problem is the bar itself. We never have glasses, the drinks are always slow, and the bartender's never where you need them. The bussers…? But I'm not here to complain. I'm here to do my job, collect my money, and weasel good tips out of people. So I end up doing most of the work for my tables myself.

 

I discovered, much to my dismay, that the ever-so-pleasant man who was in one of my first nights…the “feh” guy…practically lives at the place. Well…afterhours, anyways. I think he's Miroku's ride, or something. They appear to be fairly close. I just wish the guy wasn't always like he got out of the wrong side of the bed!

 

Which brings me to my final problem…Miroku himself. I never know what to do with the man. I know what HE'D like me to do to him…As much as he's a sweetie, and a sweet talker, he just can't control his hands! We'll be in a fairly interesting conversation during a lull or after work, when he'll have to find himself prone on the floor! How can he allow himself to do that? He might find it easier to get a little “something something” from a girl (not me of course!) if he'd exercise a little self-control!

 

As I am ruminating, I am circulating the floor, surreptitiously checking on my table; I don't like to be a nuisance. Table 12 received their check, and that's the last of them. Gods, Tuesdays are always slow. I bring their dessert plates into the kitchen and start scraping them, when I sense it.

 

“Miroku, if you're going to be a pain in the ass today, leave before you receive a severe beating; I'm not making much money today, so it's not worth my while to stand it!”

 

The presence retreated.

 

“M'lady, have I ever been anything but highly courteous and honor your divine presence and appearance?”

 

I giggled…that's just WAY to pompous for words! He, of course, looked mildly affronted.

 

“That is the thanks I receive for being polite? Thank you very much indeed!”

 

He turned to walk away, but I caught his arm.

 

“Hey hon', don't be getting all mad now, that's MY job! Just, could you please, for once, forget about the `honoring' and all that bull? Please? Pretty please? With sugar on top?”

 

He laughed.

 

“You still use that phrase? That was soooo middle school!”

 

Now the both of us were laughing.

 

“Are we agreed then? I won't ask anything I don't think you can handle, which is why I'm not addressing your permanent, uh…ailment.”

 

A strange look fleeted across his face at the mention of a disease, but he smiled his little half smile and promised that he would try.

 

As I walked out of the kitchen, I wondered at his reaction to my mention of his hands…did he not think it anything but painfully obvious? [A.N. had to steal that line from my sis…] Deep in my musings, I didn't hear the voice calling my name.

 

*BUMP*

 

“Geez Sango, are you deaf or something?”

 

I had just ran into Kagome! We hugged.

 

“Hey hon', how're you doing? What are you doing here?”

 

She looked at me and started pleading with her eyes. `Uh oh…I'm in for it.'

 

“Can I spend the night at your place tonight? I really can't go home tonight!”

 

With us being as close as we had gotten, I got the message.

 

`Arranged boyfriend at home. Grandpa's idea. Love him, but want to kill him. Mom has no control over him. Am NOT going to be carted off like cattle…' You get the drift.

 

“Of course you can honey, mi casa es su casa. Girls night out…er…in. We'll watch movies and eat popcorn and make offerings to the god of chocolate. `k?

 

She laughed. How I love this girl. I set her up at the bar to wait until I was finished with my sidework. She just got a simple apple-tini.

 

I rushed through my work as fast as I could, but even I can only go so fast. Before long, our resident (literally) idiot came in for a beer and to pick up his friend.

 

As I was looking directly at her, I noticed the faint blush that captured my friend's cheeks as she subtly checked out Inuyasha. I followed her gaze, and saw what she saw: long lean body, beautiful long silver hair, red hat and jacket, nice fitting jeans, handsome albeit moody face…the list goes on. If he wasn't such an ass, I might actually like him.

 

That's where the idea first came about…Kagome and Inuyasha? Hmmm…this merits much pondering.

 

Kagome went back to doing what she was before; drinking and watching t.v., but she kept an eye (if not two!) on the handsome stranger. It took him a while longer to notice her, but when he did, he did.

 

I was all but motionless, watching the drama that was unfolding before my eyes.

 

At first, he appeared hostile, then he calmed down, and proceeded to check out my friend with a thoroughness that surprised me. I guess even with his attitude, he's been around a bit. His body more than makes up for it in some girls' minds. That was when I decided to add a little spice to the mix.

 

“Hey Inuyasha, I don't think you've met my friend Higurashi Kagome. Kagome, this is Shirosenshi Inuyasha. [A.N. is that from alandrem's present time or no?]”

 

They both looked over at the other with a bad show of `oh, I didn't notice anyone was here!', nodded, and said hello. It was too comical for words!

 

I finished up my work, and dragged Kagome off the stool, called goodbyes to everybody as we went. This was gonna be fun.

 

The night of interrogation a.k.a. girl talk, had begun.

 

 

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A.N. there we go…San/Mir have a truce, and Inu/Kag have the spark! Let's see where this goes, shall we?

 

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Reviewers Corner:

 

Seishi Sairensuno: thank you for sticking through the story so far. Your help has always been wonderful…and support is wonderful!

 

Yukiko: honey, thank you for even reading it at all…but now you're living it with me! Ha!

 

Sango0808: I hope this next chappie is to your liking. You're obviously a girl after my own heart with a name like yours! Just a question…what is the 0808?

 

Sango's Counterpart: No, I don't think that I'm going to include Shippou, I thought about it? But decided against it. He doesn't really have a part to play here.

 

And that's all folks! Isn't it pathetic? So if you're reading this and you're not up there. REVIEW! …please?

 

Dea-chan