Chapter 4 - New Manager
"Okay. Okay. Okay, sir I understand. Yes, sir! I've got it all under control. Thank you sir. Okay, you have fun and take your time. Okay. Uh-huh. All right. Bye!" The sound of Sango's voice woke up Kagome from her sleep.
Kagome opened her eyes slightly, but then shut them closed as the sun nearly blinded her. She grabbed her pillow and shoved it into her face to block out the sun. She heard the light click of Sango's flip phone and covered herself with the blanket.
"Kagome! Are you awake? Guess what!" Sango said excitedly as she jumped upon Kagome's bed with her knees.
"Go back to sleep. . . it's so early." Kagome mumbled as she nuzzled her face on the pillow. She heard the cheerful sigh come out of Sango and felt the lightness of her bed. Kagome sighed with relief as she figured that Sango got off of the mattress. Suddenly, there was an odd silence, and Kagome began to get suspicious but she did not move from her spot.
"Come on, Kagome! It's 2:15 in the afternoon! Wake up!" Sango's voice broke in as she pulled Kagome's blanket off. Kagome formed herself into a little ball as the flash of coldness hit her body.
"Sango! I need that back. . . come on!" Kagome groaned. Sango rolled her eyes as she tossed the blanket onto her own bed next to Kagome's.
"You're still in that gown you were wearing yesterday! Come on, Kags! I have great news to tell you! Wake up, wake up, wake up!" Sango pleaded as a 7 year-old child would. Kagome gave a tired laugh and removed the pillow from her face. Slowly, she sat up in her bed to see Sango's eager and ecstatic face smiling.
"Fine. What is it?" Kagome asked as she wiped her face with her hands and stretched.
"Well. . . this morning I got a call on my cell phone. . ." Sango began as she opened the curtains of the hotel wide open. Kagome winced as the sun suddenly was shown brightly on her skin.
"Uh-huh. . . as appose to every day?" Kagome mumbled sarcastically. Sango rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at her face.
"Anyway, as I was saying. I got a call on my cell phone and it was Myouga. His mother, whom may I add lives in Europe, is ill and so he's gone over there to visit her. He told me that he'll be out for several months." Sango said dramatically.
"That's terrible! I hope his mother gets well soon. How is this good news, Sango?" Kagome commented.
"I'm not done yet! Anyhow, he added that after his mother gets well. . . that he's going to take a vacation. He says that you've been giving him white hairs from stress." Sango laughed. Kagome just pouted and waited for her to finish her news. She raised an eye brow as Sango stood there in silence.
"And?" Kagome finally asked.
"And. . . guess who's the temporary manager while he's away!" Sango said excitedly as she jumped and jumped. Kagome smiled and laughed.
"Hmm. . . I wonder. Is it perhaps–" Kagome began sarcastically. Sango was far too excited to wait for her guess and broke in on her sentence.
"IT'S ME!" Sango squealed as she jumped on Kagome's bed smiling. Kagome smiled broadly and squealed back. The two hugged in excitement.
"This is so exciting, Kagome! For once, I won't be having to say 'Sir' this and 'Myouga' that! It's all my word! I, Sango Taijiya, the manager!" Sango smiled as she got up and walked proudly. Kagome giggled and watched as her best friend walked around the room waving to an imaginary crowd.
"And so what are our plans today, Manager Taijiya?" Kagome asked as she stood up and scratched her head. Sango turned to her and gave a big smile.
"I was thinking maybe we should celebrate! I'm too excited to think of what to do at the moment, but these things should pop up any time soon! Right now though. . . let's go get something to eat! I'm starved!" Sango spoke quickly, and Kagome giggled at her perkiness.
It was 4:30 in the afternoon and finally Inuyasha was awake. Miroku already had tried waking him up earlier, but was punished by a certain actor's fist. Inuyasha walked into the kitchen to find nothing but a couple of beers and bottles of water. On the counter there were several bags of chips.
'Man. . . talk about your junk food king.' Inuyasha thought to himself as he picked up the booklet for room service.
"Would Miroku really mind if I ordered a few things on here?" Inuyasha asked himself as he skimmed through the pages. He shrugged his shoulders and picked up the phone.
"Actually, Inuyasha. I think I would." Miroku's voice came from the background. Inuyasha turned towards with the phone supported by his shoulder on his ear.
"Well you don't have anything else in this pigsty! And plus, it's not like I'm ordering a buffet. Just a plate of food. . . unless you would like something?" Inuyasha said persuasively as he held the room service booklet in front of Miroku's face. Miroku grabbed it and looked through the pages. Inuyasha's eyes drooped into a 'what-could-it-hurt?' look. Miroku sighed and pointed to an order. Inuyasha smirked and finally someone picked up the phone.
"Yeah. . . I'd like the beef noodle soup with ramen noodles, please. Except, take out all of the meat and the vegetables. And instead of that, could you add a couple of eggs?"
Miroku slapped a hand on his forehead as he listened to Inuyasha's moronic order.
"Uhh. . . yeah. I guess that would just make it ramen with eggs. Yeah. Give me that." Inuyasha said stupidly. Miroku shook his head and sighed. He snatched the phone from Inuyasha and gave him a 'I-can't-believe-I-trusted-you-to-order' look.
"Hello, ma'am? Yes, I apologize for my friend's lack of knowledge in ordering. Would you be so kind as to bring up a nice bowl of ramen with egg and a bowl of rice with barbeque beef to room 415?" Miroku said professionally. Inuyasha crossed his arms across his chest and grunted. Moments later Miroku dropped the phone and turned to Inuyasha.
"It'll be here in 15 minutes. Honestly, Inuyasha. . . I would've thought that you had at least a bit of common sense in that big head of yours." Miroku mocked as he poked Inuyasha's head with his finger. A vein popped on Inuyasha's forehead and seconds later Miroku was lying on the carpet floor with a giant bump on his head.
"And honestly, Miroku. . . I thought there was a brain in that peanut shaped head of yours. Unfortunately, I was wrong and there appears to be nothing but thin air." Inuyasha grunted as he walked into his room and shut the door.
"Actors. It's always that they think. . ." Miroku mumbled as he lay on the carpet with a dazed expression on his face.
"Agh, it feels so good just wearing sneakers instead of heels." Kagome said dreamily as she ate a french fry.
The two girls had gone downstairs into the buffet for their breakfast/lunch. Kagome sat in her chair as she munched on a chicken leg with her hands. She wore green and white low Chuck Taylor converse shoes. To carry on with that, she wore a pair of blue jeans that were a little ripped at the bottom, and a green tank stop under a green and white jacket. The jacket was cut and was inches above her belly button, but her green tank top covered her stomach.
"Tell me about it. Those dress suits were comfortable and all. . . but all of the black made me unhappy. Finally, I can wear cloths with color without Myouga shooting eye-daggers at me." Sango agreed as she ate her bowl of noodles.
She wore a white tube dress that had three layer ruffles at the bottom. It was cut off just below her knee and swayed when she walked. Her bangs were let out, and her long dark hair was in a loose, low pony tail. She wore magenta flip-flops with an anklet that had stars around it. Her face has only a slight hint of magenta eye shadow, and lip gloss.
After what only seemed like 30 minutes, the girls had realized they had been laughing and talking at the buffet for nearly an hour.
"It's already almost 6!" Sango exclaimed shocked as she checked her cell phone.
"Really? Wow. . . I don't think we've been here that long, have we?" Kagome replied just as shocked.
"Well. . . maybe we could've been here earlier is someone didn't take so long to get dressed." Sango laughed as she waved her hand for the receipt.
"Hey, hey, hey!" was Kagome's reply. Sango just laughed and shook her head as she wrote down their room number on the sheet of paper. The bill would be paid afterwards when they leave the hotel.
The girls got up and walked back to their rooms. Kagome burped several times, and Sango just laughed.
"So what's next, Manager Taijiya?" Kagome asked as they were in the elevator. She looked at her reflection on the walls and looked to see if anything was in her teeth.
"I could really get use to that title." Sango sighed happily and laughed. "I don't know. . .like I said. . . I'm too excited to think of what to do—" Suddenly, Sango gasped and startled Kagome, who nearly banged her head on the wall of the elevator.
"Wh-wh-what?" Kagome gaped as she looked at Sango worriedly. She was smiling and bobbing her head from side to side in excitement. She turned to Kagome and smiled even bigger. Kagome just raised her eye brow and waited for Sango to tell her what her next idea was.
"Okay, Sango. . . breath. In. Out. In. Out." Kagome chanted. Sango caught her breath and calmed down. She finally found her voice and began to speak.
"Let's go clubbing!"
"Well. . . I'm stuffed." Inuyasha mumbled as he dropped his fork into the bowl of empty noodles. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and crumpled it into a ball, then threw it at Miroku's head.
"Same here. . . I couldn't eat another bite." Miroku replied after the ball hit his head. He would have retaliated, but was too full to barely even move. Miroku figured that Inuyasha was in the same condition, but his thoughts turned out to be entirely wrong.
"Well. . .it's dark out. Perfect time!" Inuyasha said as he jolted up from the couch.
"Ergh. Perfect time for what?" Miroku groaned as he laid down on the carpet with his hand on his stomach.
"For you to fulfill your promise, oh-sir-director." Inuyasha smirked as he gave a mocking bow to Miroku. All Miroku did was groan at the pain of his full stomach.
"Give me 5 minutes to get all of this food settled in. . . " Miroku pleaded. Inuyasha grunted and picked him up by his collar.
"No clubbing. . . no acting." he said stubbornly as he looked him in the eye.
"No acting. . . no ramen." Miroku replied slyly as he gave a mocking smile. A vein rose onto Inuyasha's forehead and he dropped the full director on the couch.
"Feh. Whatever. Five minutes, and that's all!" Inuyasha scowled as he walked into his room to get ready.
"Maybe I should've just followed my father and became a monk." Miroku mumbled to himself as he laid down on the couch.
"Okay. Okay. Okay, sir I understand. Yes, sir! I've got it all under control. Thank you sir. Okay, you have fun and take your time. Okay. Uh-huh. All right. Bye!" The sound of Sango's voice woke up Kagome from her sleep.
Kagome opened her eyes slightly, but then shut them closed as the sun nearly blinded her. She grabbed her pillow and shoved it into her face to block out the sun. She heard the light click of Sango's flip phone and covered herself with the blanket.
"Kagome! Are you awake? Guess what!" Sango said excitedly as she jumped upon Kagome's bed with her knees.
"Go back to sleep. . . it's so early." Kagome mumbled as she nuzzled her face on the pillow. She heard the cheerful sigh come out of Sango and felt the lightness of her bed. Kagome sighed with relief as she figured that Sango got off of the mattress. Suddenly, there was an odd silence, and Kagome began to get suspicious but she did not move from her spot.
"Come on, Kagome! It's 2:15 in the afternoon! Wake up!" Sango's voice broke in as she pulled Kagome's blanket off. Kagome formed herself into a little ball as the flash of coldness hit her body.
"Sango! I need that back. . . come on!" Kagome groaned. Sango rolled her eyes as she tossed the blanket onto her own bed next to Kagome's.
"You're still in that gown you were wearing yesterday! Come on, Kags! I have great news to tell you! Wake up, wake up, wake up!" Sango pleaded as a 7 year-old child would. Kagome gave a tired laugh and removed the pillow from her face. Slowly, she sat up in her bed to see Sango's eager and ecstatic face smiling.
"Fine. What is it?" Kagome asked as she wiped her face with her hands and stretched.
"Well. . . this morning I got a call on my cell phone. . ." Sango began as she opened the curtains of the hotel wide open. Kagome winced as the sun suddenly was shown brightly on her skin.
"Uh-huh. . . as appose to every day?" Kagome mumbled sarcastically. Sango rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at her face.
"Anyway, as I was saying. I got a call on my cell phone and it was Myouga. His mother, whom may I add lives in Europe, is ill and so he's gone over there to visit her. He told me that he'll be out for several months." Sango said dramatically.
"That's terrible! I hope his mother gets well soon. How is this good news, Sango?" Kagome commented.
"I'm not done yet! Anyhow, he added that after his mother gets well. . . that he's going to take a vacation. He says that you've been giving him white hairs from stress." Sango laughed. Kagome just pouted and waited for her to finish her news. She raised an eye brow as Sango stood there in silence.
"And?" Kagome finally asked.
"And. . . guess who's the temporary manager while he's away!" Sango said excitedly as she jumped and jumped. Kagome smiled and laughed.
"Hmm. . . I wonder. Is it perhaps–" Kagome began sarcastically. Sango was far too excited to wait for her guess and broke in on her sentence.
"IT'S ME!" Sango squealed as she jumped on Kagome's bed smiling. Kagome smiled broadly and squealed back. The two hugged in excitement.
"This is so exciting, Kagome! For once, I won't be having to say 'Sir' this and 'Myouga' that! It's all my word! I, Sango Taijiya, the manager!" Sango smiled as she got up and walked proudly. Kagome giggled and watched as her best friend walked around the room waving to an imaginary crowd.
"And so what are our plans today, Manager Taijiya?" Kagome asked as she stood up and scratched her head. Sango turned to her and gave a big smile.
"I was thinking maybe we should celebrate! I'm too excited to think of what to do at the moment, but these things should pop up any time soon! Right now though. . . let's go get something to eat! I'm starved!" Sango spoke quickly, and Kagome giggled at her perkiness.
It was 4:30 in the afternoon and finally Inuyasha was awake. Miroku already had tried waking him up earlier, but was punished by a certain actor's fist. Inuyasha walked into the kitchen to find nothing but a couple of beers and bottles of water. On the counter there were several bags of chips.
'Man. . . talk about your junk food king.' Inuyasha thought to himself as he picked up the booklet for room service.
"Would Miroku really mind if I ordered a few things on here?" Inuyasha asked himself as he skimmed through the pages. He shrugged his shoulders and picked up the phone.
"Actually, Inuyasha. I think I would." Miroku's voice came from the background. Inuyasha turned towards with the phone supported by his shoulder on his ear.
"Well you don't have anything else in this pigsty! And plus, it's not like I'm ordering a buffet. Just a plate of food. . . unless you would like something?" Inuyasha said persuasively as he held the room service booklet in front of Miroku's face. Miroku grabbed it and looked through the pages. Inuyasha's eyes drooped into a 'what-could-it-hurt?' look. Miroku sighed and pointed to an order. Inuyasha smirked and finally someone picked up the phone.
"Yeah. . . I'd like the beef noodle soup with ramen noodles, please. Except, take out all of the meat and the vegetables. And instead of that, could you add a couple of eggs?"
Miroku slapped a hand on his forehead as he listened to Inuyasha's moronic order.
"Uhh. . . yeah. I guess that would just make it ramen with eggs. Yeah. Give me that." Inuyasha said stupidly. Miroku shook his head and sighed. He snatched the phone from Inuyasha and gave him a 'I-can't-believe-I-trusted-you-to-order' look.
"Hello, ma'am? Yes, I apologize for my friend's lack of knowledge in ordering. Would you be so kind as to bring up a nice bowl of ramen with egg and a bowl of rice with barbeque beef to room 415?" Miroku said professionally. Inuyasha crossed his arms across his chest and grunted. Moments later Miroku dropped the phone and turned to Inuyasha.
"It'll be here in 15 minutes. Honestly, Inuyasha. . . I would've thought that you had at least a bit of common sense in that big head of yours." Miroku mocked as he poked Inuyasha's head with his finger. A vein popped on Inuyasha's forehead and seconds later Miroku was lying on the carpet floor with a giant bump on his head.
"And honestly, Miroku. . . I thought there was a brain in that peanut shaped head of yours. Unfortunately, I was wrong and there appears to be nothing but thin air." Inuyasha grunted as he walked into his room and shut the door.
"Actors. It's always that they think. . ." Miroku mumbled as he lay on the carpet with a dazed expression on his face.
"Agh, it feels so good just wearing sneakers instead of heels." Kagome said dreamily as she ate a french fry.
The two girls had gone downstairs into the buffet for their breakfast/lunch. Kagome sat in her chair as she munched on a chicken leg with her hands. She wore green and white low Chuck Taylor converse shoes. To carry on with that, she wore a pair of blue jeans that were a little ripped at the bottom, and a green tank stop under a green and white jacket. The jacket was cut and was inches above her belly button, but her green tank top covered her stomach.
"Tell me about it. Those dress suits were comfortable and all. . . but all of the black made me unhappy. Finally, I can wear cloths with color without Myouga shooting eye-daggers at me." Sango agreed as she ate her bowl of noodles.
She wore a white tube dress that had three layer ruffles at the bottom. It was cut off just below her knee and swayed when she walked. Her bangs were let out, and her long dark hair was in a loose, low pony tail. She wore magenta flip-flops with an anklet that had stars around it. Her face has only a slight hint of magenta eye shadow, and lip gloss.
After what only seemed like 30 minutes, the girls had realized they had been laughing and talking at the buffet for nearly an hour.
"It's already almost 6!" Sango exclaimed shocked as she checked her cell phone.
"Really? Wow. . . I don't think we've been here that long, have we?" Kagome replied just as shocked.
"Well. . . maybe we could've been here earlier is someone didn't take so long to get dressed." Sango laughed as she waved her hand for the receipt.
"Hey, hey, hey!" was Kagome's reply. Sango just laughed and shook her head as she wrote down their room number on the sheet of paper. The bill would be paid afterwards when they leave the hotel.
The girls got up and walked back to their rooms. Kagome burped several times, and Sango just laughed.
"So what's next, Manager Taijiya?" Kagome asked as they were in the elevator. She looked at her reflection on the walls and looked to see if anything was in her teeth.
"I could really get use to that title." Sango sighed happily and laughed. "I don't know. . .like I said. . . I'm too excited to think of what to do—" Suddenly, Sango gasped and startled Kagome, who nearly banged her head on the wall of the elevator.
"Wh-wh-what?" Kagome gaped as she looked at Sango worriedly. She was smiling and bobbing her head from side to side in excitement. She turned to Kagome and smiled even bigger. Kagome just raised her eye brow and waited for Sango to tell her what her next idea was.
"Okay, Sango. . . breath. In. Out. In. Out." Kagome chanted. Sango caught her breath and calmed down. She finally found her voice and began to speak.
"Let's go clubbing!"
"Well. . . I'm stuffed." Inuyasha mumbled as he dropped his fork into the bowl of empty noodles. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and crumpled it into a ball, then threw it at Miroku's head.
"Same here. . . I couldn't eat another bite." Miroku replied after the ball hit his head. He would have retaliated, but was too full to barely even move. Miroku figured that Inuyasha was in the same condition, but his thoughts turned out to be entirely wrong.
"Well. . .it's dark out. Perfect time!" Inuyasha said as he jolted up from the couch.
"Ergh. Perfect time for what?" Miroku groaned as he laid down on the carpet with his hand on his stomach.
"For you to fulfill your promise, oh-sir-director." Inuyasha smirked as he gave a mocking bow to Miroku. All Miroku did was groan at the pain of his full stomach.
"Give me 5 minutes to get all of this food settled in. . . " Miroku pleaded. Inuyasha grunted and picked him up by his collar.
"No clubbing. . . no acting." he said stubbornly as he looked him in the eye.
"No acting. . . no ramen." Miroku replied slyly as he gave a mocking smile. A vein rose onto Inuyasha's forehead and he dropped the full director on the couch.
"Feh. Whatever. Five minutes, and that's all!" Inuyasha scowled as he walked into his room to get ready.
"Maybe I should've just followed my father and became a monk." Miroku mumbled to himself as he laid down on the couch.