An Acquired Taste
Disclaimer- I do not own any part, piece, or segment of Inuyasha.
Chapter 1: Potential
Racing off the metro and into the city of D.C was a young woman with long black hair and dark brown eyes. She was dressed in a freshly pressed chef's uniform and was on the verge of being late yet again and the last person she wished to see as she ran up the concrete steps was her ex-boyfriend Kouga. She just broke up with him the week prior but, she failed to tell him the reason why she could no longer continue their relationship and since, he has been stalling her every morning asking for an explanation.
"Kagome!!"
'Oh no.' Kagome continued down the crowded streets trying to ignore the call but it was useless. Like the past few days he always managed to catch up to her.
"I told you I won't leave you til you tell me why."
"I told you before but you didn't understand and that's why. I'm going to be late so please just leave me."
"Baby please I don't understand," the tall blue eyed man with his long black hair in a ponytail pleaded.
"I'm not yours anymore. I told you that it's like you're missing something that I can't quite explain and I no longer feel that our relationship has potential. If you still can't comprehend my words then, I am sorry that I can't explain no more." Kagome stopped at a light to cross. The pedestrian light was on hold but no cars were coming so she quickly trotted across the street not noticing that a car just missed her but also restrained Kouga from crossing.
After 3 more blocks of walking she enter a restaurant titled Black Magic. She was the famous chef of the kitchen although she was under her boss the executive chef meaning she was the sous chef. She rarely followed the given recipe but many times the slightly off recipe was even better than the original. Changing the ingredients to a red pasta sauce started her fame in the kitchen but, someone highly disapproved of her fame.
Kagome entered the huge kitchen filled with steam and busy cooks. One of the pastry chefs, a young woman with short brown hair came to greet her.
"Kagome, the boss wishes to speak to you. He's waiting upstairs in his office."
"Okay, thanks."
Kagome exited the kitchen to turn up a flight of stairs to her right then down a hall to stop at the door on the end. She knocked softly.
"Please come in," a deep voice called.
"You called for me?"
"Yes, please have a seat. We need to talk," the man with his dark curly hair and red eyes motioned for her to sit at the chair across from him.
"You're distinctive style has brought in more happy costumers and satisfied food critics but..."
Kagome's slight smile disappeared and her still hands in her lap now clenched.
"But...but what Naraku sir?" Naraku leaned forward slightly lifted out of his chair to come closer to her face.
"You're fame is making people forget who owns this restaurant, who is suppose to make the recipes and..."
Kagome's hands were now sweaty and she gulped.
"That is why I must fire you," a smirk graced his face as a look of surprise ran over Kagome's face.
"But you can't...,"
"Can't what? Fire you?" Naraku laughed. "Tell me why I can't fire you."
"Where are you going to find another sous chef with as much potential as me?"
"Trust me, being who I am such is an easy task. Now leave. You are no longer apart of my kitchen."
Instead of going off, Kagome calmly and quietly left his office and after gathering her things, left the building.
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"Sesshomaru!!" A man in his late forties called to his eldest son.
"Yes father?"
"I told you, with me retiring you are the new executive chef and now is the time to find a new sous chef. I don't care how you do it, but by the end of this week he or she should be cooking in this kitchen."
"I understand and have already started my search and have yet to find someone suitable but, I promise I will have someone by the deadline."
"Very well."
Sesshomaru was a very attractive young man in his early twenties who was widely known around the world for his talent. Women found his exotic look quite alluring; molten golden eyes, flawless skin,long silky silver hair, and height to top it off. With his popularity he had to be a little sneaky finding his new sous chef. If he held some sort of audition he would end up with the media and irritating fans surrounding him.
'Why do I really need a sous chef. I can take care of this kitchen myself.'
He left early to go home to set up dates for those who discovered his search for a new chef. His father continued to take charge of the kitchen for the remainder of his time so his son could have more time to bring his search to an end.
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Kagome enter her three bedroom condo located in Northern Virginia that she shared with her room mates Sango and Kikyo. Sango was an athletic trainer and Kikyo was a nurse. They were both at work and came home during their breaks for lunch.
Kagome turned on the t.v. and plopped down in a black leather chair and grabbed a newspaper off of the ottoman.
"I was under paid but I enjoyed what I did and that is the only reason I stayed. Huh...it will come back around and spank that fuck right in his ass and...did I just say that?"
'Don't let this eat you up so easily Kagome. Let's start looking for a new job.'
She flipped the paper open and started scanning over the ads.
"Hmmm...personal chef? Interesting but, there is only a phone number and address. No name? Hmmm...,"
Kagome grabbed the phone off of the end table when the door bell rang.
"Who is it?" She shouted.
"Come on baby. Open up!" The male voice shouted back.
"Go away Kouga! I was late for days in a row because of you and that might have been the spark that lead to my stupid boss's decision to fire me. So, you can trust that you're the last person I wanna see."
"Please, just let me in so we can talk."
"No!" as the words slipped out of her mouth the door handle started to rattle and clicked open.
Kagome hopped up in surprise as the door slowly crept open.
"I never gave you a key! You better shut that door and stay on the other side or I'll call the police." She slowly made her way closer to the door. "Better yet...I'll kick your ass myself if you don't leave."
The door swung open.
"Kagome!? What are you doing home so early?" In came a young woman with dark brown hair and eyes, holding a grocery bag followed by a woman who was almost a mirror reflection of Kagome."
"Sango? Kikyo? Where's Kouga?"
"He left when he saw us. So after opening the door I grabbed these groceries," Sango smiled.
"Oh, you scared me! I thought Kouga was breaking in."
"You know, he's not that bad of a guy but, now I see he is kind of a stalker considering he followed you on the metro out of D.C in order to get here," Kikyo followed Sango in the kitchen as she spoke to help put away the groceries.
"Huh...you got that right." Kagome grabbed the newspaper again to find the number she previously saw."
"You still didn't answer my question. Why are you home so early."
"I...I was fired."
"What?" The other two said in unison.
"I knew something was wrong with that boss of yours but I didn't believe it would lead to this," Kikyo now sat in a fawn colored suede love seat across from Kagome and Sango soon joined.
"I'm getting ready to called this place in this ad to see if I can become their personal chef. It's something new and I would hate to be found in a lower grade restaurant considering how well I was doing in Black Magic."
"I understand. Look, I have the rest of today off so, we'll help you if you need," Sango offered.
"Because we stopped by the store, I don't have time for lunch so, I'll be back in three hours," Kikyo grabbed her purse off of the kitchen counter and left.
"I'm going to take a shower. Good luck on your search."
"Thanks Sango."
'Now lets see...,' she scanned for the number again. "Ha...here it is...467-0859," Kagome read the number aloud.
"Hello?" A deep smooth male voice answered.
"Hi, I'm calling in regards to the ad requesting a personal chef and I'm willing to take the position."
"Will you be available tonight at 7?"
"Yes, I will be."
"I savor an international dish with a kick; 3 courses. If you're up to it...don't...I repeat...don't be late."
"Thank you and I'm quite reliable so, I won't be late and...click."
"Hey!" Kagome hung up on her end. "I didn't even get a name, let alone he didn't take mine." She looked down at her watch."I got a few hours. I guess I'll take a nap."
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Kagome opened an eye and saw Kikyo sitting across from her flipping channels then she looked out the double doors leading to the porch and realized the sun had already begun to set; matter of fact it was twilight.
"Damn Damn DAMN! Why didn't you wake me up!"
"You didn't ask me to so I thought I would let you sleep a while longer. I know today wasn't a good day for you," Kikyo looked over at Kagome.
"Where I need to be in...," Kagome looked at her watch once again,"10 minutes will be the deciding factor on whether or not I can consider this a good day or not. I can't believe I slept so long! I'm going to be late!" Kagome ran down the hall and slammed the bathroom door as Sango came out from her room.
"What's her problem? Is she alright?"
"She's on the brink of being late for something and stormed off."
"I saw her looking through the paper earlier. Hopefully this is an audition or interview for a new job," Sango smiled now looking through the fridge.
"Yeah, I sure hope so."
Kagome emerged from the bathroom refreshed and ready to go dressed in one of her chef uniforms minus the hat.
"Bye! See ya later!"
The hall light was out again and left the area pitched until coming into the moonlight illuminating from the window at the end of the hall. Kagome began her jog to the elevator when a hand clapped over her mouth. She quickly reacted by attempting to poke her assaulter in the eye but the attacker avoided her attack and gently pushed her up against a wall.
"Kouga! Get your hands off of me! I don't need this. I have some place to be."
The only response she got was a hush.
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