The Complex
Dea Mariella
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha in any way, shape, or form.
Chapter 1: Enter Sango Chapter Rating: G
This would never have started if I hadn't has such a...well...frigid ex- boyfriend. I don't even know if you can USE frigid to describe a boy. Anyways, Takano was the living description of it. I feel bad for his current girlfriend; but then again, she's a supermodel. Yup, 5'8", blond and blue-eyed...she can get enough on the side to more than WELL make up for Takano's "shyness".
What am I doing? I'm supposed to be describing my problem...not other peoples' problems. ESPECIALLY not my ex's and his current's.
It all started late one rainy Friday afternoon...
"I'm sorry miss, but we're closed right now."
"Could you please let me in just for a sec? Just to get out of the rain?"
Yup, that was me all right...begging for what it was worth. You see, I'd spent the entire day job-hunting...and being unsuccessful. Did I mention that I didn't have a car? So there I was, walking the streets of Tokyo in the rain...does that sound like a blues song or what? Anyways, I wound up at this little Italian restaurant...who in their right mind would go to this section of town for what probably wasn't even GOOD Italian food...not that I like it, either.
The lady at the door was trying to tell me off in the politest language, but she was lying through her teeth. Did she think I was blind? I could see the customers inside.
Ok, so I wasn't looking so hot right then, but who would after walking in the rain for 5 or 6 hours? And, I will be the first to admit; my clothes are not the best. I hadn't had a job in ages! But rent needed to be paid and food needed to be bought. (food...what a strange concept...you mean most people bring these foreign substances in their homes of which to eat? Preposterous!)
That brings me of course to my (then) present circumstance...begging for entry at a cheesy Italian restaurant.
From amidst the random babble of humanity in the restaurant, I heard a loud voice saying something in a foreign language...Italian? The woman in front of me dropped her pleasant smile for a sec and appeared to be arguing with the disembodied voice. I silently watched, cheering on the unknown speaker; if the woman in front of me did not like the conversation, I probably would. Sure enough, the woman turned with an unpleasant look on her face, the kind that pretends to be pleasant; and spoke, this time in Japanese.
"Please come in miss, I am sorry for my rudeness earlier."
"No problem."
After my breezy statement, I kinda waltzed right on into the place. The hostess (as I now assume her to be) followed me like a sulky shadow.
I surveyed the room, looking at the mock-Italian atmosphere, and sighed. My shadow, ever so politely, requested that I sit down. I complied, much more gracefully than she could ever manage on a good day. My gracefulness was like a slap in the face, for it was a tad overdone. But, as I was just following the dictates of good manners, the hostess could not call me on it. I just smirked to myself at her discomfiture. The hostess contained herself, and jerkily walked back to the front of the room, distaste in every step.
I couldn't resist; I laughed.
"Is there anything you need miss?"
I jumped, not having realized that someone was standing next to me. I almost jumped again, at the appearance of the person. There stood a rather large man, in a strange white shirt; apparently the body to the disembodied voice.
"Oh...uh...sorry, I didn't see you there." I managed to stammer out.
"If I may ask, just why would a young lady be wandering the streets in the rain?"
I was a little out of my depth.
"Well...I was actually looking for a job."
"Really? And what were you looking for?"
I was more than a little suspicious at this point.
"Something that's fairly active, I don't want to get out of shape."
That was true, for up until my father died recently, I had been fairly competitive in martial arts; he had been one of the main instructors at a large dojo nearby. Unfortunately, times had changed, and so had luxuries. I now had to find someway to support myself AND my little brother.
Lost in reminiscing the days before my father's death, I had almost forgotten that there was someone in front of me.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I missed that. What were you saying?"
"I had asked if you had thought about waitressing."
I wasn't about to mention that I was not overjoyed at the thought of working with unpleasant people like the hostess. I could see where this conversation was headed.
"Actually, I hadn't really. I hadn't thought it was that active."
At that statement, the man in front of me laughed. Just what was so funny with that? I was soon to find out, much to my chagrin.
"Well, if you are interested, I could use another waitress."
Oh yippity skippity. I was practically jumping for joy; in a totally sarcastic manner of course.
"Oh, really?"
Ok, so maybe I was laying on the enthusiasm a little much, but the big man didn't notice.
"Yeah, why don't you come on in tomorrow? My name's Jio, by the way."
I didn't have to think real hard about it. Job=money=safety=YIPPEE!!
"Sure, nice to meet you. The name's Sango."
A.N. Ok...how's the beginning? I know that my other fics aren't done (Into the woods is on permanent hiatus), but I just had to get this one onto paper. For those who are interested, the 'Jio' is my japalian nickname for Giovanni. As a random note, this fic is based loosely upon real life.
Dea- chan r/r please!!!!
Dea Mariella
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha in any way, shape, or form.
Chapter 1: Enter Sango Chapter Rating: G
This would never have started if I hadn't has such a...well...frigid ex- boyfriend. I don't even know if you can USE frigid to describe a boy. Anyways, Takano was the living description of it. I feel bad for his current girlfriend; but then again, she's a supermodel. Yup, 5'8", blond and blue-eyed...she can get enough on the side to more than WELL make up for Takano's "shyness".
What am I doing? I'm supposed to be describing my problem...not other peoples' problems. ESPECIALLY not my ex's and his current's.
It all started late one rainy Friday afternoon...
"I'm sorry miss, but we're closed right now."
"Could you please let me in just for a sec? Just to get out of the rain?"
Yup, that was me all right...begging for what it was worth. You see, I'd spent the entire day job-hunting...and being unsuccessful. Did I mention that I didn't have a car? So there I was, walking the streets of Tokyo in the rain...does that sound like a blues song or what? Anyways, I wound up at this little Italian restaurant...who in their right mind would go to this section of town for what probably wasn't even GOOD Italian food...not that I like it, either.
The lady at the door was trying to tell me off in the politest language, but she was lying through her teeth. Did she think I was blind? I could see the customers inside.
Ok, so I wasn't looking so hot right then, but who would after walking in the rain for 5 or 6 hours? And, I will be the first to admit; my clothes are not the best. I hadn't had a job in ages! But rent needed to be paid and food needed to be bought. (food...what a strange concept...you mean most people bring these foreign substances in their homes of which to eat? Preposterous!)
That brings me of course to my (then) present circumstance...begging for entry at a cheesy Italian restaurant.
From amidst the random babble of humanity in the restaurant, I heard a loud voice saying something in a foreign language...Italian? The woman in front of me dropped her pleasant smile for a sec and appeared to be arguing with the disembodied voice. I silently watched, cheering on the unknown speaker; if the woman in front of me did not like the conversation, I probably would. Sure enough, the woman turned with an unpleasant look on her face, the kind that pretends to be pleasant; and spoke, this time in Japanese.
"Please come in miss, I am sorry for my rudeness earlier."
"No problem."
After my breezy statement, I kinda waltzed right on into the place. The hostess (as I now assume her to be) followed me like a sulky shadow.
I surveyed the room, looking at the mock-Italian atmosphere, and sighed. My shadow, ever so politely, requested that I sit down. I complied, much more gracefully than she could ever manage on a good day. My gracefulness was like a slap in the face, for it was a tad overdone. But, as I was just following the dictates of good manners, the hostess could not call me on it. I just smirked to myself at her discomfiture. The hostess contained herself, and jerkily walked back to the front of the room, distaste in every step.
I couldn't resist; I laughed.
"Is there anything you need miss?"
I jumped, not having realized that someone was standing next to me. I almost jumped again, at the appearance of the person. There stood a rather large man, in a strange white shirt; apparently the body to the disembodied voice.
"Oh...uh...sorry, I didn't see you there." I managed to stammer out.
"If I may ask, just why would a young lady be wandering the streets in the rain?"
I was a little out of my depth.
"Well...I was actually looking for a job."
"Really? And what were you looking for?"
I was more than a little suspicious at this point.
"Something that's fairly active, I don't want to get out of shape."
That was true, for up until my father died recently, I had been fairly competitive in martial arts; he had been one of the main instructors at a large dojo nearby. Unfortunately, times had changed, and so had luxuries. I now had to find someway to support myself AND my little brother.
Lost in reminiscing the days before my father's death, I had almost forgotten that there was someone in front of me.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I missed that. What were you saying?"
"I had asked if you had thought about waitressing."
I wasn't about to mention that I was not overjoyed at the thought of working with unpleasant people like the hostess. I could see where this conversation was headed.
"Actually, I hadn't really. I hadn't thought it was that active."
At that statement, the man in front of me laughed. Just what was so funny with that? I was soon to find out, much to my chagrin.
"Well, if you are interested, I could use another waitress."
Oh yippity skippity. I was practically jumping for joy; in a totally sarcastic manner of course.
"Oh, really?"
Ok, so maybe I was laying on the enthusiasm a little much, but the big man didn't notice.
"Yeah, why don't you come on in tomorrow? My name's Jio, by the way."
I didn't have to think real hard about it. Job=money=safety=YIPPEE!!
"Sure, nice to meet you. The name's Sango."
A.N. Ok...how's the beginning? I know that my other fics aren't done (Into the woods is on permanent hiatus), but I just had to get this one onto paper. For those who are interested, the 'Jio' is my japalian nickname for Giovanni. As a random note, this fic is based loosely upon real life.
Dea- chan r/r please!!!!