Le Restaurant

Chapter 2: A Day With Miroku


Continuing the Author's Note Count, Author's Note Number Four, Another Disclaimer, and Reviewer Responses! YAY!

FRF: Feel free to skip down to the summery, character bios, and chapter one, unless you actually want to read this ridiculous note. I would have had this posted a while ago, but it kinda wasn't finished. Plus I have AP Bio tests almost every Monday, and I don't get back from cross-country practice till 5:45. To top it all off, I had a meet on Saturday (Shore Coaches Invitational), and one yesterday (small meet, we won!). Patriots is next Wednesday, too. If you know what I'm talking about, then kudos to you! Currently, school and x-country are more important than fan fiction, especially since my team has a chance at winning states! (Go Panthers!) So I thank you for being patient, and I give you the next chappie!

Nikki: Mm mmmmm mmmm mmm mmm mmmm mmmmm! Mmm mmmmm mm mm m mmm mmmm mm mmm!

Spirit: We kinda tied her up at the moment so we can get to the story sooner and prevent her from arguing with people.

Nikki: Mmm mm mm!

FRF: Yep! I think things will move faster this way, if she doesn't escape first.

Nikki: MMM!!!

FRF: Anyway, here are the reviewer responses. And before I forget, the only Inuyasha items I own are eight graphic novels, a poster from a magazine, several sketches I did, and the new movie, The Movie Inuyasha, Affections Touching Across Time. Do you think it's odd that I find Kikyou more likeable in the Japanese version?

Spirit: Yes. Now, here's what we have to say to you! In order from first review to most recent review.


Reviewer Responses!

xdragon0180 – Gee, I didn't think you were into the whole San/Mir thing. Of course, this is still going to have a lot of comedy. Thankies for being my first reviewer! Glad you like the fic!

Siren of Erised – The profiles were fun. Kagome's matchmaking is more of a side job that increases business for her salon. If a client gets a date, they go her for the preparations. And the more self-defense Sango knows, the more ways she can beat up Miroku, and the more plans he'll devise to try and get her to date him without getting hit. Glad you like the fic!

Aamalie – The great Aamalie reviewed little ol' me! I'm honored! Well... not really. A review is a review, no matter who sends it. All hail the wonderful character bios! Sango and Miroku will have their first meeting in chapter four. Glad you like the fic!

SanMirLover421 – Since you, along with a bunch of other people like my characters bios so much, I've decided to update them as the fic progresses and have them match the story. Kinda like sequential interviews. Glad you like the fic! And, you'll find out what happens in due time.

Duderly Bob – My longest review! Thanks for pointing out my errors. I swear, I must have checked the thing five times, but wasn't sure what I was missing. As for headaches, I got one now, heh, heh. I figured what better way to tell of Sango's bad weak than with a headache rant. Making people miserable is fun!

SangoLancer200 – Oooooo, I scarred someone into reviewing! Cool! Ok, so I'm evil. Don't be afraid of Spirit, but watch out for Nikki, heh, heh, heh. As for all the French, I thought it would be odd for a famous restaurant located in one of Japan's most famous cities to have a name from a totally different country. I was also thinking of making Naraku's restaurant serve only Mexican food. How's that for switched cultures. If you want a different name, Restaurant à Droite translates into Restaurant on the Right.

phoebe – Nice name! Glad you like the fic!

jade eyed neko – The guy was just some guy who wanted money and knew of the restaurant's popularity. He figured it'd pay well, and wasn't afraid to hurt someone in order to get the job. If anyone gets to torture Kagome, it's me. Thus, mister guy with a funny accent goes to jail, and Kagome goes home, showers, sleeps, and goes about her normal life, while I devise evil torture plans for future reference. So I hate Kagome, along with Kikyou and Jaken. Just one more reason why I like San/Mir better than Inu/Kag. Anyway, glad you like the fic!


Author's Note Number Five

FRF: There you go folks! And here's a really important clarification note that I think is a good idea to read. It contains a description of Sango's restaurant.

THIS PART IS IMPORTANT! SO PLEASE READ! I would like to thank Duderly Bob for pointing out the fact that I forgot to mention how the officer knew Sango's name. Here's how he knew. A. She was wearing a nametag, and B. He is a regular at the restaurant. It just so happens to have a whole section dedicated to doughnuts and other bakery goodies. Sango is friends with all of her regulars. I figure I should now describe the restaurant to clear up any other little problems. It is five stories high, and also has a basement. The basement contains a large bar and has several storage rooms. The first/ground/main floor (or whatever you want to call it) has the bakery, pick-up, and fast food sections, along with a waiting lobby and an arcade and play-place to keep little kids entertained while waiting for a table. The second story is the family restaurant. The third story is for parties. The fourth story is for the rich. Finally, the fifth story is for celebrities and other famous people. The higher the floor you're on, the more expansive the meals. Thus, just about anybody can eat there and get whatever they want. Valet is upon request only. Each floor has matching décor, and there are several glass elevators leading up to each floor, not to mention three spiral staircases. Sango's office is on the ground floor and has it's own smaller lobby and an outdoor entrance. This allows people interviewing for a job to be distinguished form customers. To me, this would be the perfect restaurant and I really wish it existed. And no, I do not want a job in the restaurant business or architecture. I just have a very vast imagination and happen to like food. Now then, time for the bios!


Summery and Updated Bios!

Miss Sango Natsume is the owner and manager of the most prestigious restaurant in town. A five star rating, great food, affordable prices, and valet parking are just some of the reasons people like it so much, not to mention the friendly and talented personnel. Even the most famous people from all over the world have come for at least one meal. Actors, singers, the President of the United States! You name it, and more likely than not that person has eaten here. The chefs can prepare almost any meal, and as long as you have on a shirt, pants, and shoes, you're welcome to dine. Both demons and humans are welcome. The restaurant is due for a health inspection. What happens when the health inspector just happens to be Miroku?

Quick bios, then... ON WITH THE STORY!!! I did these like I had the characters interviewed, in case you were curious.

Natsume Sango – Age 24; Human; Owner/manager of Restaurant à Droite; Relationship status: Dead since college and refuses to let Kagome set her up. (Claims she's too busy for romance. I think she has dating issues, major ones if she's turned down every date offered in three years.)

Katsuhiko Miroku – Age 26; Human; Health inspector; Relationship status: Looking... and attempting to flirt with my reporters. (Will he ever learn? At this rate, my reporters will kill him before he ever makes his grand entrance into the story!)

Higurashi Kagome – Age 23; Human; Beauty salon owner and manager; Runs an internet-dating service; Relationship status: Looking. (Maybe I should mention she's a hopeless romantic. Then again, the internet-dating service does bring in customers for the salon, when a user gets a date.)

Inada Shippo – Age 18; Kitsune (Fox demon); Valet driver for Restaurant à Droite; Relationship status: Not big on romance. (I think he wants a car before he gets a girlfriend.)

Togawa Inuyasha – Age 25; Dog demon/Human (Hanyou); Sesshomaru's HALF-brother; Action-movie star; Success reasons: He claims it's the ears; Relationship status: Still hung up over a cheating ex. (Three guesses who! I don't know why he ever went out with that bitch in the first place.)

Togawa Sesshomaru – Age 28; Dog demon; HALF-brother and agent of Inuyasha; Relationship status: Refuses to date. (I think the big, bad, demon lord is afraid of heartbreak. I don't care how much he says otherwise.)

Togawa Rin – Age 17; Human; Sesshomaru's adoptive human daughter and secretary; Relationship status: Sesshomaru won't let her date. (That's why she always attempts to sneak out.)

Kitaue Kouga – Age 25; Wolf demon; Head chef at Restaurant à Droite; Relationship status: Infatuated with Kagome. (Obsessed is more like it! Kagome can't set foot in Sango's restaurant without him breathing down her neck and begging for a date.)

Kishimoto Naraku – Age 30; Evil hanyou; Sango's business rival; tries to put her out of business; owner of Naraku's; Relationship status: Thinks he's too good for dating. (I think he's just conceited. Just look at the name of his restaurant!)

Sanjo Kagura – Age 22; Wind demon; Ace reporter for the Tokyo Times; Relationship status: No comment. (I swear, she is really determined not to tell. We've already lost seven reporters due to the fact that they kinda bugged her one too many times with the question.)

Takei Kikyou – Age 24; Human; Singer; Inuyasha's ex; Success reasons: Lip-sinking; Relationship status: Broke up with Inuyasha. (Does anyone want to help me kill her? I thought Nikki was a bitch, but little miss pop princess thinks she can boss ME around! Doesn't she know that the penalty for that is severe torture? And to make matters worse, she can't even sing!)


Author's Note Number Six

FRF: Yo! Me again! Just a few quick notes!

"ramen" is speech

ramen is thoughts

RAMEN is shouting

'ramen' is word emphasis

the line thingys is scene break

FRF: I think that's all! Enjoy the fic!


Le Restaurant

Chapter 2: A Day With Miroku


Miroku woke up to the ringing of his telephone. The damn thing had been ringing all morning since the crack of dawn, and the only way Miroku was able to block it out was by blasting his stereo. Of course, this made all of the other tenants in the building angry. In fact, they had formed an angry mob that had been pounding on his apartment door since seven in the morning, which was around the time he had turned on the stereo. To add to the noise, his cell started to ring as his alarm clock buzzed into action.


Kami! Can't a guy get some decent sleep around here!? I swear, anyone who thinks of using the phone before nine am is crazy!

He clamored out of bed and over to his nightstand. He flipped the off switch on his alarm clock before grabbing the stereo remote and hitting the power button. Then, he picked up the receiver and groggily answered...

"Moshi, moshi?"

"Miroku-kun!" came the bubbly reply. "I've been calling all morning!"

"Hi Koharu-chan."

"What's the matter Miroku-kun? You sound sleepy."

"I just woke up."

"Oh. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to get together later today!"

"Sorry, I, uhh... can't," he responded, quickly trying to come up with a reason.

Koharu was a cute girl, but that was about it. Her talkativeness drove Miroku nuts, and she was eight years younger than him, not to mention the fact that she was a morning person. We're talking waking up at six, going for a walk, getting ready for work, and being extremely perky without having any coffee. Miroku, on the other hand, liked to sleep until at least nine. Then again, that was because he usually spent all night at a bar picking up women.

"Why?" came the high-pitched, curious question.

"I have to go visit my sick uncle." Ah yes, the sick relative excuse. Classic! Hopefully she buys it.

"Oh, okay." The girl on the other end sounded slightly sad, but all hint of it was erased as soon as she spoke again. "How about sometime next week then?"

God, this girl is persistent! That's the last time I hit on an eighteen year old. "Sorry, but I have work all next week." Good thing I never told her what I did for a living, otherwise she would have spit out another round of questions.

"Alright."

"Listen Koharu-chan, I don't think this is gonna work out."

"YOU'RE BREAKING UP WITH ME!!!"

Ok, first she's perky, and then sad, followed by perky, then another sad, and now she's angry! Talk about mood swings. What's next? Grumpy? Why are girls so hard to figure out? "Technically, no. We only went on one date, and I don't remember agreeing to a relationship."

"Oh, ok then. I guess I'll see you round Miroku-chan! BYE!"

Figures, perky again. "Bye." Thank god that's over! I am definitely staying away form morning people! Now all I have to do is call back the number on my cell.

After hanging up the cordless, Miroku picked up his cell-phone and flipped it open. Quickly going through the missed call list, he selected the desired number and hit call. The other line rang about three times before someone picked it up.

"Moshi, moshi?" came a voice from the other line.

"Hello Mr. Shimomura. You called earlier?"

"Ah, yes, Miroku. Listen, I need you down at the office as soon as possible. I'll tell you why when you get here."

"Okay sir. I'll be there in about thirty minutes."

"Good. Bye."

"Bye." There was a short click and then the dial tone was heard as Miroku's boss hung up the phone. I wonder why he needs me down at the office? I hope this doesn't have anything to do with me flirting with the receptionist.

Miroku placed his cell down and strode over to his closet. He removed a pair of blue jeans from it, along with a dark purple shirt. Then, he headed into the bathroom for a quick shower.


Miroku got out of the shower and wiped his dripping body with a cotton towel. He dressed quickly and brushed out his dark black hair, pulling it into a small rattail. He put in his three gold earrings before looking himself over in the mirror. His deep violet eyes scanned every inch of his appearance. If there was one thing Miroku was good at, it was looking good. He brushed his teeth and walked out of the bathroom, deciding to grab breakfast on the way.

As Miroku entered the living room/kitchen, he heard loud pounding and a lot of shouting coming from his apartment door. He grabbed his keys from the counter, making sure he had his wallet and cell, before opening the door. A not so pretty site was laid out in front him.


An angry mob was stationed outside of Miroku's door. All of the people looked tired and upset, and some had red fists from pounding on the door. Everyone was yelling, and all of the shouts seemed to be directed at him.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING KATSUHIKO!?" one man shouted.

"SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO SLEEP AT THIS HOUR!" came a woman's voice.

A small child walked up to him and stomped on his foot before running back to his mommy, who was just as angry as the rest.

Miroku cringed from all the shouts, and the pain in his now steeped on foot. How was he supposed to get himself out of this one?


Quickly retreating into his apartment, Miroku rested on the door. He wasn't sure if he'd survive long enough to make it to his car if he chanced a trip into the hallway. He already got his foot stepped on. He quickly attempted to think up an idea, no matter how lame it seemed. The sooner he reached his car, the better.

How the heck am I supposed to get out of here? It appears my neighbors don't like blasting music at seven am. Maybe they'll accept some discount coupons for WacDonald's.

With that, Miroku rushed over to the kitchen cabinet in which he kept all of the coupons he had received as 'thank yous' from some of the restaurants he had reviewed. He snatched all the ones for WacDonald's and rushed back over to his door. Cautiously opening it, he prepared for the worst.


Miroku waited for the loud screams and angry shouts, but they never came. Taking a weary glance around, he found the halls to be deserted. Everyone had gotten extremely hungry, so they had all returned to their apartments for breakfast, not to mention that some of them had to get ready for work, if they weren't already late.

Few! Whipping his forehead with the back of his hand, Miroku quickly made his way over to the stairs and ran down them, trying not to fall. He had to make a quick getaway in order to avoid another confrontation with the neighbors. Maybe the news his boss had would brighten up his day. A job meant a free meal.


Miroku finally made it to his car. He climbed into the BMW and pulled out of the parking lot. Since he had all of those coupons, he decided to stop at WacDonald's for breakfast and some coffee. Right now, an egg sandwich and a hash brown sounded pretty good.
Making a left at the light, Miroku headed towards the entrance to WacDonald's. He turned into the parking lot and drove up to the drive thru.

"Welcome to WacDonald's, can I take your order?" came the voice of a young male over the speaker.

"I'll have an egg and sausage sandwich with a hash brown and a medium, black coffee," was Miroku's response.

"Anything else?"

"No. That's all."

"That'll be $5.95. Please drive around to the first window. Thank you."

He turned the corner and pulled up to the window. He handed his money over and drove up to the second window to pick up his food. After making sure he had everything, he headed to the office to meet Mr. Shimomura.


About ten minutes later, Miroku pulled into the office parking lot. He parked his BMW and hopped out, locking the doors as he walked towards the front entrance. The line at WacDonald's had been longer than he had thought it would be, and he was already five minutes late.
Pushing through the revolving doors, Miroku waved to the receptionist as he headed for the elevator. He pounded the up button as he waited for it to arrive. Once it got there, he quickly boarded and pushed the seventh floor button. He tapped his foot impatiently, glancing at his watch every so often, as the elevator slowly made its way to the seventh floor. Finally, the annoying ding was heard as he rushed out and headed to his bosses office, earning some strange looks on the way. Hey, it wasn't every day that you saw one of the top health inspectors running through the halls.
Miroku gave a small knock on the door before he slowly opened it.

"You're late!" Mr. Shimomura said as Miroku enter the office. Five of the other best health inspectors were already sitting in front of a large desk, with one empty seat on the end. It was obviously left for him.

"Sorry sir, but I had a little neighbor trouble. And the line for WacDonald's was longer than I thought it would be."

"I don't want to here your excuses Katsuhiko. Now have a seat. Here's the information you'll need for your next job. There's also a picture of the manager. Seeing as her restaurant is so big, I've decided to send the six of you."

Mr. Shimomura handed Miroku a manila folder. The others had already looked through theirs. Miroku started to scan the information as he asked a question.

"Excuse me sir, but did you say 'her'?"

"Yes. The restaurant you will be inspecting is 'Restaurant à Droite.' It's owned by a Miss Sango Natsume. There's a picture of her in the folder. Since the place has six levels, you've each been assigned to a floor."

Miroku shuffled through the papers until he came across her picture. He had tuned out after hearing her name, and starred at the picture in awe. She's gorgeous!

"Katsuhiko! Did you hear what I just said, Katsuhiko? Katsuhiko, are you listening to me!?"

Glancing up, Miroku shrugged his shoulders, trying to make himself seem as small as possible. "Ah, heh, heh... sorry sir. I missed that last part."

"I said you could go. Now get out of my office! There's work to be done!"

"Yes, sir." With that, Miroku rose from his chair and left, the picture still in his hand.


Author's Note Number Seven

FRF: Well, there you go folks. What'd ya think?

Nikki: I think it's 504 words shorter than last chapter. Miroku is a bit OOC. AND... it kinda dragged on.

FRF: No one asked you! Besides, Miroku's harder to write than Sango is. And how'd you get free?

Inuyasha: (Appears) She promised me ramen. Now where is it!

FRF: Nikki, you shouldn't go around tricking innocent hanyous, especially ones with short tempers.

Nikki: Spirit made me do it!

Spirit: Oh yeah, blame the dead girl.

Kikyou: (Also appears) I DID NOT!

FRF: Wrong dead girl.

Sango: (Appears too) How come no one said anything about Kirara getting hit by a car?

Spirit: Because apparently, no die hard Kirara fans are reading this.

Sango: I want my cat back!

Inuyasha: I want my ramen!

Kikyou: I want Inuyasha to come to Hell with me!

FRF: I want you all to go away! (Snaps and they disappear)

Nikki: Now review, or she'll make you disappear too!

FRF: I'd rather threaten people to review, than beg them. Threats are funner!

Spirit: Just review so she shuts up!

FRF: Oh, one last note. Sango and Miroku will have their big meeting in chapter 4. I'm trying to keep my chapter length to at least 1,500 words, excluding notes. Finally, I'll try to update sooner, but I can't guarantee anything. Don't forget to review! TTFN, ta, ta, for now!