Hola, me amigos. This is Kayti, and I would like to thank anyone who reviewed my last chapter. Of Course I want to thank my editor, who, no matter what, is there so I look smart. Cha, so, anyway, I don't own Inuyasha, but I'm thinking maybe I could buy some characters off the black market? Hmm, I'll look into it.

Chapter 2: Decisions, decisions.

Sango:

Well, I had finally gotten that raise. The manager saw me taking good care of the new knives he ordered for the special brand of meat we had begun to use. I had always been very good at coking, so it was natural for me to be a chef.

Narrator:

It had been three weeks since Kagome and Sango had put an ad in a local newspaper. Only one person had replied. They had invited her over to tale a look at the place, and she had decided that it was too small for her. (Guess who: Kikyo! Dingdinging!! I can't stand her. I wish they hadn't even brought her back. But she is not an important character in this, so that last little excerpt was all you will see of her. Maybe. I'm not sure yet.)

They were getting pretty desperate. What were they to do when the rent was due? They had both been putting in extra hours at work, and still couldn't scrape up a whole bunch of cash. They had been living off of the instant ramen that Kagome got for free at the ramen factory she worked in, when Sango decided that it was a goods time to make some flyers and hang them up at their college campus for needy students to take.

The day they posted the ad, they got five phone calls regarding their flyer. Four were from people misinterpreting it as a desperate hookup flyer.

Only one was from someone looking for an apartment. Sango and Kagome listened with bated breaths to the message.

Kagome's voice"Hello, this is Kagome and Sango Hiraikotsu. We're not here right now, obviously, or we're being lazy and don't feel like picking up the line, ha. For Kagome, press one. For Sango, press two. If it's a joint message, press three. If you know what comes after three, press four. We hear scuffling, an "ow!" then the sound of the phone being dropped and picked up again. Sango's voicePlease leave your name and number after the beep. Bye. BeepMans voice Ahem, hello. This is Miroku Kazanna. I was calling to see if your offer for the apartment was still open. My friend and I were looking for a place to stay. He's a boy for your information. Um, the price doesn't matter. As long as it's near Shikon College, I guess. Er, Thanks, bye.

Kagome and Sango stare at the machine. "Well..." Kagome says. "What do you think?"

"I'm still digesting the information. What about you?"

"He sounds cute." smack "I mean, he sounds like just what we're looking for."

"There you go. I think he sounds good, also."

"What's up with his 'friend?'" Kagome asks interestedly. "Who would that be? He didn't say what his name was."

Sango twitches. "Kagome, not everyone is looking for a prospective mate."

"Really?!

Sango flicks Kagome lightly in the head. "Yes, really."

"Oh, hm, you know he never left us a number to call him back at."

The phone chose this exact moment to ring. Sango and Kagome wrestle for ownership.

Kagome sits on top of Sango while answering in her sweetest voice. "Moshi moshi.

"Uh, hello? "It was the voice of the man from on the answering machine before.

"Oh, hi! Are you Miroku?"

"Why, yes, I am."

"Coolie. I am Kagome. I am single and I was a model when I was ten."

"Really. I am a model right now."

"Seriously? Cool. Are you majoring in modeling? I'm majoring in-ow! Sango! You hit hard! Oh, you wanna talk to him? Okay, give me a minute. Miroku? Are you still there? Well, my very single and also very attractive friend would like to spea-Sango grabs the phone

"Oh, hello. I'm Sango. I'm terribly sorry for my friend; she's not very professional. "

"Oh, no really. It's no trouble. Heh, heh, quite entertaining. "Sango sweatdrops.

"Oh, ha ha, yes. Well. We were going to call you, but we realized that you hadn't left your phone number." Sango says, going into 'businesswoman mode. '

"Um, yes, I'm sorry about that. Is the slot still open?"

"Oh, why yes!" Sango replies cheerfully.

Kagome takes the phone back. "You know, you are very lucky. We had almost ten people we were going to interview, but you sounded the most attrac- I mean, the most well suited for the spot. Now, you say that you have a friend?"

"Yes, of course, I knew you were going to ask that." If Miroku had noticed Kagome's slip up, then he hadn't shown it. "My friends name is Inuyasha. We've been living together for a while now, and we simply couldn't be separated. He's here now. Would you like to speak to him?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, sure. One quick question, though. Are you gay?" Sango puts her head in her hands, thinking along the lines of: We're going to lose this apartment. Surprisingly, though, Miroku laughs.

"No, I am most indefinitely straight. "

"Alright cool. Even though if you wee, I would have no problem whatsoever with it."

"Ha ha! I like you. You're cool. Alright here's Inuyasha. "

"Hello, In-u-yasha!" Kagome sang into the speaker "My name is Ka-go-me!"

"Yo." He says, bored into the phone.

Sango muscles the phone away from Kagome again. "Hello, my name is Sango Hiraikotsu. I hear you and your roommate need an apartment, correct?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Where and when can we meet so you can see the place?'

"You guys go to Shikon College, right?"

"Correct."

"Meet us at the front near the statue of the president. "

"Alright, what time?"

"Three on the nose, tomorrow. Bye."

"Wait! I need to-" The line was dead. "That asshole! How dare he hang up on me! I'm thinking we shouldn't give them the apartment. "

"But we need the mon-ey!!" Sango sighs at Kagome's offhand comment.

"I know. That's what I don't necessarily like. "

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