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Here is my next chapter. Enjoy fellow humans!

Dis-of the-claimer: I own nothin' but the shoes on my feet (now where did those things go?)

Phew. Finally done.

Kagome wiped her brow and looked at the dinning room with insurmountable pleasure. The walls were covered with purple and golden streamers with matching bows placed at equal intervals. The chairs were also a rich purple and the plates had a white and gold star pattern. The actual chore of putting the decorations up and placing the fancy dinnerware wasn't what tired her out. It was the cleaning she had to do. The dinning room was a mess before she started with it. Chairs were stacked up in tall masses and trash riddled the floors. Kagome was able to clean over half of the trash up before the passengers boarded, but that was it.

Tonight was the first night of the three-month cruise to Italy and was always celebrated with extravagant decorations and lavish food. This cruise ship, The Purple Star, was named the "Number Two Most Enjoyable and Elegant Cruise Ship" by Now! Magazine, which is very renowned. Every since the article was published, Kyoto, the owner of The Purple Star, has been pushing his employees to work harder than they were so they would keep the title for years to come. Many disgruntled workers were fired when they refused to work harder than they had already been. Kagome couldn't blame them. The only reason she still stayed was because she had nowhere else to go.

"Kagome," a voice called from the kitchen, "the meal is ready."

Kagome walked towards the kitchen and opened the door to see Sango standing directly in front of the doorway with a steaming plate of seasoned rice and ramen ready and waiting.

"Here you go. Have fun."

Kagome chuckled taking the plate from Sango's hands, "Don't hold your breath."

InuYasha was pacing the floor of his bedroom, his mood darkening and darkening.

Where in the world is the food? I've been waiting for thirty minutes already!

He lifted his head and sniffed at an odor coming towards his room. Exploding sneezes immediately erupted at the smell.

A young raven-haired girl entered with a knock saying, "Excuse me? I have an order….oh my! Are you all right?"

InuYasha attempted to speak between the breaks of his reoccurring sneezes.

"Dump that…achoo!…trash….achoo!…in the…achoo!…toilet," he said pointing at the platter of food in the server's hands.

"Oh," said the perplexed girl, "but isn't this what you ordered?"

InuYasha was becoming even angrier with the dense stranger standing in his doorway.

"The seasoning….achoo!….is too strong for…..achoo!….my nose….achoo!"

"Oh! This is…because your….right sorry….hold on," the girl rushed into the bathroom, shoved the food into the toilet hurriedly, and flushed it looking rather embarrassed.

InuYasha recomposed himself after the sneezing attack on his body and looked at the red girl angrily.

"Are you completely stupid!" he yelled. "I'm a dog demon! We have VERY sensitive noses. We can't take seasoning and especially not so heavily. What did you do? Poor the entire container of seasoning into the rice!"

Kagome who had been quite embarrassed over the ordeal got irritated at the man's irrational approach to the situation.

"Well geez, sorry I don't know every single person and their deficiencies! Next time tell us and we won't do it! Don't blame us for YOUR mistake!"

InuYasha was flabbergasted (AN: that word always sounded like a type of fart to me. I can't help but laugh when I see it).

How can she stand there and blame me for this whole thing? I wasn't the one who covered the rice in seasoning.

And InuYasha told her his thoughts.

The girl was steaming much to InuYasha's pleasure.

There. See what she can say to that.

A smug grin covered his face relaying his thoughts into a physical form.

The grin just made the girl more aggravated.

"Next time tell us if you have any allergies before just giving us your order and hanging up!" Then her look softened and she said, "Are you okay? Do I need to get anything?"

InuYasha was a little taken aback and the girl's sudden swing of emotion.

"Umm….no. I think I'll be okay." Then snapping back into his usual state he said, "But I will need a new plate of rice and ramen. No seasoning. Free of charge."

The server scoffed and said, "Okay. Whatever. Expect it in thirty minutes. And NO LESS!" she added cutting off InuYasha's remark of disapproval when hearing the measure of time he had to wait.

"Whatever, wench."

The girl's eyes burned with pure anger, "My. Name. Isn't. Wench," she slowly said trying to hold in the obvious rage burning inside of her, "It's Kagome. Okay? Kagome."

InuYasha just rolled his eyes, "Like I care. Just get out of here and leave me alone."

"Fine," Kagome exclaimed, "I will," and with that she stomped out of his room and banged the door shut.

Down in the kitchens Sango was cooking some hand-sized pastries when a call came in.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hello," said a male voice on the other end, "may I have an order of oden with some sake (oden is a fish cake stew drunken with sake on cold winter days) sent up to my room?"

"Okay," a perplexed Sango said writing the order down.

Doesn't this man realize that it's 95 degrees outside? Whatever. Gotta give them what they want, I guess.

"Thank you. And will you be bringing my order up," the man asked with a hint of hidden pleasure in his voice.

Sango knitted her eyebrows together in confusion. Feeling a little uneasy she answered with a yes and the man said back, "Wonderful! Send it up to 10A. See you soon."

Sango hung up the phone and got ready to start the order.

What and odd man.

Twenty minutes later Sango left the kitchen, food in hand, heading to room 10A with an unsettling feeling in her stomach.

When she arrived at the room marked 10A she politely knocked first, then went on in. The act of a server entering a room uninvited was usually frowned upon, but on this ship they were urged to do so. This is so because one server, seven years ago on this very ship, waited outside a door for almost ten minutes afraid to be rude and open it even though odd noises were coming from behind it. She finally summoned up the courage to open it and upon entering she found a man dead on the floor with a woman, clad in a red and black, hovering above him with a bloody sword in hand. Sango cringed at the memory of Kagome rushing down to tell them what she had opened the door to see. She still felt responsible for the man's death. No matter what kind of persuasion Sango pushed on the young girl that it was not her fault, Kagome continued to slump in a deep depression for months on end. After a while she slowly regained her old composure and life sprang back into her eyes.

But sadly, Sango noticed, not all of it. Kagome's brown eyes looked muddier than they had before "the incident". Sango remembered Kagome's eyes had a smooth chocolate look to them that could bring up anyone's spirit. She certainly wished she had been the one to open the door.

Kagome is just too innocent to take something so…so…grotesque. I've already seen carnage. I could have taken the sight.

Sango sighed at the unpleasant memory of yet another death, or deaths in her case. Attempting to push the memories out of her mind and continuing her job, she opened the door to find a dark-haired man sitting on a chair in the corner with a book firmly planted in his lap and his eyes stuck to the pages. His hair was pulled back in a small ponytail at the nape of his neck and his eyes moving to and fro were a breath-taking shade of violet.

"Umm, excuse me," Sango said uncertainly, "you ordered some food?"

The man looked up with bright eyes and replied, "Yes. Yes, I did. What is your name?"

Sango was taken aback at the question. Customers never asked the waiters what their names where. They were usually too stuck up and in their own little world to even care who the server was as long as they got their food.

Even though she was taken aback she was also secretly pleased that this alluring man would want to know her name. Her lips turned slightly at the corners before answering, "Sango."

"Sango," the man turned the name over his tongue as if testing it out, "that is a beautiful name."

She blushed heavily and murmured a quiet thank-you while moving towards him, platter in hand. The man took the platter from her hands and set it on the floor unconcernedly, "Well it was certainly nice meeting you Sango. You may call me Miroku."

Sango expected him to give her a handshake, but her hand was not the part of her body he touched. She felt his outstretched palm land on her buttocks (AN: an odd name for butt, I think). Sango was filled with embarrassment at falling for his charms and anger at him thinking he was allowed to touch her in such a manor.

Instead of telling him how she felt she aimed for a more physical course of action. She grabbed the first item she saw, a phone, and hit him over the head with it.

Miroku crouched to the floor cradling his head in his arms. When Sango looked down at his face she saw he was smirking.

He's smirking! Why is he smirking? He does realize that I hit him over the head with a phone, doesn't he?

Even more aggravated than she had been, Sango stalked out of the room with a slam of a door that was mimicked, she surprisingly noticed, by another person down the hall. She saw Kagome standing outside of room 7A looking equally steamed if not more.

Both of them met each other's eyes and said, "Men," in exasperation. Sango walked towards Kagome and they stalked back to the kitchens, sharing the adventures they had just experienced.

Tah-Dah! My second chapter is finished! crowd cheers in the background I hope ya'll enjoyed it. Please review. Be harsh if you must. I can take the flames. The ugly truth exceeds the pretty lies.