Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I did, however, own the only
good steak on the trip. (Grins.) You'll see.
AN: School is over and it's a celebratory updating spree! Yay!
Exchange Student Inu-yasha Chapter 5: Dinning Out
After a long day, Kagome and Sango decide to head over to dinner early. The school that Miroku and Inu-yasha came from offered to pay fro the dinners if they agreed to go to the restaurants that the school said. Kagome and Sango both had heard of the area in which the restaurant was situated, and both of them were a little nervous.
"I have to warn you... the area that we're going to is a little... sketchy."
"Really?" Miroku asks, sounding excited. Sango hits him over the head.
"It's not the best neighborhood in town." Kagome says.
"I think that I'm going to have to put this pervert on a leash." Sango groans.
"I'll keep him in check." Inu-yasha says, grabbing him by the collar as Miroku tries to creep off.
After walking by several sex shops, (many of which Miroku tried to escape to,) they finally arrived at the restaurant.
"Oh god..." Kagome puts her head in her hand. "It's a tour restaurant. This isn't going to be pretty."
"Why?" Inu-yasha asks.
"They're usually very American."
"And?"
"That means they're awful." Sango says.
The conversation ends as they walk into the restaurant and are seated. Their orders are preset, so they just sit back and relax. Their conversation is mostly small talk, broken up by Miroku groping Sango and Inu-yasha and Kagome bickering.
The first course is a soup. After staring at it for a while, Inu- yasha is the first one who tries the dish.
"How is it?" Kagome asks, leaning in.
"It's some kind of cheesy corn soup. It's, well... it's interesting." Inu-yasha says, poking at the goopy yellow substance with his spoon. Miroku pushes his plate away from him slowly.
"I'll pass on that."
Inu-yasha looks down at his soup again and jumps out of his chair, face bright red and profanity spewing from his lips.
"What is it, Inu-yasha?" Kagome asks.
"The soup is eating my spoon!" He yells.
"What?" Miroku asks, leaning over to look at what Inu-yasha was so terrified about. The spoon looks like it has just sunk a little bit into the soup. "You idiot. It's not eating-" Miroku starts, pulling the spoon out of the soup. He stops dead. The bottom of the spoon is completely gone, a twisted black stump where it once was.
Inu-yasha turns green and runs to the bathroom. Kagome puts her hand over her mouth to conceal the fact that she's about to crack up. The look on his face was... well... priceless.
Inu-yasha returns, looking quite disgruntled. He too pushes his bowl away from him like the other three already had.
"I think our school hates us. They're trying to kill us off, Miroku." Inu-yasha says, dripping water into the soup. The water creates a small fizzy explosion when it hits the soup.
"Yep. It's that or we have more enemies than we know. This is obviously the work of a skilled assassin." Miroku laughs.
After a few minutes, servers dispose of the so-called-soup and the next course appeared.
"Miroku, we're electing you to try this one." Sango says, looking down at the steak in front of her. It looks a little bit off.
"Why me?"
"Because Kagome and I are hosts, and Inu-yasha almost killed himself once tonight." Sango replies.
Miroku shrugs and tries a piece of the steak. It's surprisingly good, actually.
"It's safe."
Kagome tries hers, making a funny face as she chews.
"Mine tastes like a piece of charcoal." She says, noticing now that the piece of steak is black and completely burnt. "I wonder how it got that way..." She wonders.
Flashback to cooking
Cook: (Notices a burnt piece of steak at the bottom of the grill.) Huh. I wonder how old this is? Days? Must have gone through at least five fires. (Plops it onto a plate.) Oh well!
End Flashback
Sango looks down at disgust at her piece of meat. It is so raw that it looks almost purple. Even for a French steak, it was unusual. She tries to cut a piece of it off, and notes with amazement that the steak scooted away from her knife.
"Um... guys?" Sango say, eyes wide. "I think my steak is still alive."
"Yeah, it does look pretty raw." Inu-yasha says.
"No. I mean, still alive." Sango stutters. With that the steak flops of her plate and on to the tablecloth, leaving a brown print. The four watch, astonished, as the steaks wiggled out of the restaurant.
"I'm almost afraid to try mine." Inu-yasha groans.
"Oh come on. It can't be much worse than a steak that's alive." Sango says.
"Or a steak that has gone to hell and decided to come back to my plate." Kagome says.
Inu-yasha sighs and then tries his own steak.
Ten minutes later.
Inu-yasha continued to chew his steak, with increasing frustration. Finally, he chokes it down, almost choking in the process.
"I think my steak was a cow raised on only chewing gum. That was a damn tough piece of meat." Inu-yasha says.
Sagno, Kagome, and Inu-yasha all turn to Miroku, who was about half way through his meal and looking like he was enjoying it.
"What?" He asks.
"Alright. What do you want for the steak?" Inu-yasha asks.
"Not something that you can give." He says, looking directly at Sango. She blushes and reaches for something to throw at him. She finds Kagome's nearly untouched piece of steak and chucks it at his face. It hits with a thud, and he fell out of his chair.
"I think that steak WAS charcoal." Kagome speculates. Miroku groans.
After the three conscious teens had devoured the one unlucky unconscious kid's dinner, desert came. Kagome pushed it away from her. Sango and Inu-yasha both devoured their strawberry mousse with vigor.
As he finished, Inu-yasha looked up to see Kagome not eating her mousse.
"Why don't you eat that?" He asks.
"I'm not that hungry. Well, at least not hungry enough for this." She replies.
"It was good. You should eat that. I would eat that."
"I don't want to eat it."
"Why not?"
"I just don't!"
"But it's really good!"
Kagome has reached the end of her fuse by this point in the idiotic argument.
"Then you eat it!" She exclaims, shoving the plate of mousse right on his face. The plate slides down, revealing an astonished looking pink face. Sango just laughed. Kagome fought the strong urge to lick the mousse of the tip of Inu-yasha's nose. Miroku twitched slightly. Inu-yasha scowled.
AN: No idea how to end this, so I'll cut it here. All of the above events are true except for the killer soup. However, that soup was pretty nasty. I ended up being the only one with the good steak out of the three people who ordered. Needless to say, I ended up sharing my steak three way. And the mousse incident actually happened (minus shoving it in his face, though I wanted to.) but the kid was actually lactose intolerant and couldn't eat it.
I just got an Ipod! It's mini and blue and I love it. (Not pink because I wanted to be a rebel. Heh.)
AN: School is over and it's a celebratory updating spree! Yay!
Exchange Student Inu-yasha Chapter 5: Dinning Out
After a long day, Kagome and Sango decide to head over to dinner early. The school that Miroku and Inu-yasha came from offered to pay fro the dinners if they agreed to go to the restaurants that the school said. Kagome and Sango both had heard of the area in which the restaurant was situated, and both of them were a little nervous.
"I have to warn you... the area that we're going to is a little... sketchy."
"Really?" Miroku asks, sounding excited. Sango hits him over the head.
"It's not the best neighborhood in town." Kagome says.
"I think that I'm going to have to put this pervert on a leash." Sango groans.
"I'll keep him in check." Inu-yasha says, grabbing him by the collar as Miroku tries to creep off.
After walking by several sex shops, (many of which Miroku tried to escape to,) they finally arrived at the restaurant.
"Oh god..." Kagome puts her head in her hand. "It's a tour restaurant. This isn't going to be pretty."
"Why?" Inu-yasha asks.
"They're usually very American."
"And?"
"That means they're awful." Sango says.
The conversation ends as they walk into the restaurant and are seated. Their orders are preset, so they just sit back and relax. Their conversation is mostly small talk, broken up by Miroku groping Sango and Inu-yasha and Kagome bickering.
The first course is a soup. After staring at it for a while, Inu- yasha is the first one who tries the dish.
"How is it?" Kagome asks, leaning in.
"It's some kind of cheesy corn soup. It's, well... it's interesting." Inu-yasha says, poking at the goopy yellow substance with his spoon. Miroku pushes his plate away from him slowly.
"I'll pass on that."
Inu-yasha looks down at his soup again and jumps out of his chair, face bright red and profanity spewing from his lips.
"What is it, Inu-yasha?" Kagome asks.
"The soup is eating my spoon!" He yells.
"What?" Miroku asks, leaning over to look at what Inu-yasha was so terrified about. The spoon looks like it has just sunk a little bit into the soup. "You idiot. It's not eating-" Miroku starts, pulling the spoon out of the soup. He stops dead. The bottom of the spoon is completely gone, a twisted black stump where it once was.
Inu-yasha turns green and runs to the bathroom. Kagome puts her hand over her mouth to conceal the fact that she's about to crack up. The look on his face was... well... priceless.
Inu-yasha returns, looking quite disgruntled. He too pushes his bowl away from him like the other three already had.
"I think our school hates us. They're trying to kill us off, Miroku." Inu-yasha says, dripping water into the soup. The water creates a small fizzy explosion when it hits the soup.
"Yep. It's that or we have more enemies than we know. This is obviously the work of a skilled assassin." Miroku laughs.
After a few minutes, servers dispose of the so-called-soup and the next course appeared.
"Miroku, we're electing you to try this one." Sango says, looking down at the steak in front of her. It looks a little bit off.
"Why me?"
"Because Kagome and I are hosts, and Inu-yasha almost killed himself once tonight." Sango replies.
Miroku shrugs and tries a piece of the steak. It's surprisingly good, actually.
"It's safe."
Kagome tries hers, making a funny face as she chews.
"Mine tastes like a piece of charcoal." She says, noticing now that the piece of steak is black and completely burnt. "I wonder how it got that way..." She wonders.
Flashback to cooking
Cook: (Notices a burnt piece of steak at the bottom of the grill.) Huh. I wonder how old this is? Days? Must have gone through at least five fires. (Plops it onto a plate.) Oh well!
End Flashback
Sango looks down at disgust at her piece of meat. It is so raw that it looks almost purple. Even for a French steak, it was unusual. She tries to cut a piece of it off, and notes with amazement that the steak scooted away from her knife.
"Um... guys?" Sango say, eyes wide. "I think my steak is still alive."
"Yeah, it does look pretty raw." Inu-yasha says.
"No. I mean, still alive." Sango stutters. With that the steak flops of her plate and on to the tablecloth, leaving a brown print. The four watch, astonished, as the steaks wiggled out of the restaurant.
"I'm almost afraid to try mine." Inu-yasha groans.
"Oh come on. It can't be much worse than a steak that's alive." Sango says.
"Or a steak that has gone to hell and decided to come back to my plate." Kagome says.
Inu-yasha sighs and then tries his own steak.
Ten minutes later.
Inu-yasha continued to chew his steak, with increasing frustration. Finally, he chokes it down, almost choking in the process.
"I think my steak was a cow raised on only chewing gum. That was a damn tough piece of meat." Inu-yasha says.
Sagno, Kagome, and Inu-yasha all turn to Miroku, who was about half way through his meal and looking like he was enjoying it.
"What?" He asks.
"Alright. What do you want for the steak?" Inu-yasha asks.
"Not something that you can give." He says, looking directly at Sango. She blushes and reaches for something to throw at him. She finds Kagome's nearly untouched piece of steak and chucks it at his face. It hits with a thud, and he fell out of his chair.
"I think that steak WAS charcoal." Kagome speculates. Miroku groans.
After the three conscious teens had devoured the one unlucky unconscious kid's dinner, desert came. Kagome pushed it away from her. Sango and Inu-yasha both devoured their strawberry mousse with vigor.
As he finished, Inu-yasha looked up to see Kagome not eating her mousse.
"Why don't you eat that?" He asks.
"I'm not that hungry. Well, at least not hungry enough for this." She replies.
"It was good. You should eat that. I would eat that."
"I don't want to eat it."
"Why not?"
"I just don't!"
"But it's really good!"
Kagome has reached the end of her fuse by this point in the idiotic argument.
"Then you eat it!" She exclaims, shoving the plate of mousse right on his face. The plate slides down, revealing an astonished looking pink face. Sango just laughed. Kagome fought the strong urge to lick the mousse of the tip of Inu-yasha's nose. Miroku twitched slightly. Inu-yasha scowled.
AN: No idea how to end this, so I'll cut it here. All of the above events are true except for the killer soup. However, that soup was pretty nasty. I ended up being the only one with the good steak out of the three people who ordered. Needless to say, I ended up sharing my steak three way. And the mousse incident actually happened (minus shoving it in his face, though I wanted to.) but the kid was actually lactose intolerant and couldn't eat it.
I just got an Ipod! It's mini and blue and I love it. (Not pink because I wanted to be a rebel. Heh.)