"I'll have 3 strawberry daifuku* and my friend here will have one slice of coconut cake."

"Alright, sir. Would you like any drinks?"

"Yes, um, 2 bottles of Ramune* would be good."

"Okay, that comes out to be 553.28 yen."

The waitress was handed the money and she returned with a receipt and some change.

"Your order will be ready in a few minutes," she said, flashing her warm smile at the two. Her charming personality was what allowed her to get this job and even though she had to smile for 3 hours straight and was required to cosplay as a maid, she wasn't going to give it up. Not like her last part-time job as a lifeguard for the University's swimming pool.

She groaned on the inside. Ugh, why am I thinking about that? It was even more degrading than this. She shook her head and took a deep breath. Her smile once again returned to its original vigor as she brought the food and drinks to the table.

"Please enjoy the meal." She bowed to the couple and wandered around the café, making small talk with various customers to keep them satisfied and to squeeze out a couple of tips. Many of them were male, of course, who tended to look at the café maids more than their own meals, but fortunately, there was a strict no-touch policy.

"This is a school campus for young people to thrive and be educated in a safe environment," the University heads had once said. "Not a place for young minds to be subject to violence or eroticism."

So reassuring, she thought sarcastically. Almost immediately after that thought, a hand slid up her thigh and under her skirt, reaching for her bum. She took the tray in her hands and whipped around, smashing the assailant in the face. He fell over and cringed in pain, holding his nose, which was most likely broken at this point.

"Ngghh, that was a good hit, madam," he said, though his mouth was muffled. The man pulled himself up from the polished concrete floor and back into his seat. His hands were free from his face and she was surprised to see that his nose wasn't broken. She also noticed he was very attractive. Her face flushed a faint red, but she remembered he tried to cop a feel.

Clearing her throat, she said in an authoritative voice, "I'm very sorry, sir, but I must reinforce this café's policy. All maids are off limits, including me."

"Oh I know that," he replied with a hearty laugh. "I was just so enamored that I couldn't help it. Do you mind me asking what your name is?"

"It's Kagome, sir."

"And what a splendid name it is for a goddess like yourself!"

She blinked at his compliment and forwardness and became slightly more flustered.

"I have but one more question for you." His voice was completely sincere and welcoming.

"U-uhm, what is it?"

He got down onto one knee and held her hand in his, staring her straight in the eye. A horrified and flabbergasted expression appeared on Kagome's face, but she couldn't move or say anything.

"Would you bear my children?" The entire café became dead silent, and nearly everyone gawked at the scene. Some people even took out their camera phones and began snapping shots. Kagome's left eye twitched in revulsion and for a second time, the man was once again slammed in the face with her tray.

daifuku = a japanese desert - it's a squishy, glutinous rice cake filled with some sort of sweet paste like red bean

Ramune = a popular carbonated drink - I'm sure some of you have seen this thing somewhere

Author's Note: I do not own Inuyasha or it's characters. All of that belongs to Rumiko, Viz Media, and any other publishing company that is tied to it. Please give this story a try. It's not that terrible. ; u;