Infuriating Wenches
"Why isn't the dining hall open yet?" Inuyasha complained. He was stretched out across Sango's bed, staring at the ceiling. He'd already gone through all her things (or at least the things that she would let him look through), studied the bulletin boards on every door in the hallway, and was now in the process of counting the numerous suspicious spots on the ceiling.
"Because the workers have lives, you know. You can't expect people to be willing to spend all day on you," Sango chastised from her desk. She was doing her homework, something from one of her Japanese history courses. She had tried to entertain Inuyasha with the story of the Shikon Jewel but he made it clear he didn't want any stories.
"But I'm hungry," he whined.
"Hi hungry, I'm Sango," she retorted, rolling her eyes.
"Shut up."
"Only if you do."
"I'm leaving."
"Okay, leaving, I'll make sure to tell Inuyasha you stopped by."
He pushed himself out of the bed and threw open the door. Maybe he would spend some time in the hallway; at least the turquoise carpeting was less infuriating than the wench in the room. At the end of the hall, he could hear someone chatting on the phone. Other than that, the hallway was empty. Thank goodness, he could do with some peace and quiet.
This day can't get much worse, he thought. At that moment, the person on the phone rounded the corner, and Inuyasha's day got a lot worse.
A/N: if some of you got a notification for a chapter 2 that was uploaded before this one was, then I'm so sorry! Something glitched and I'm still not sure what happened, but this is the real chapter 2.
