"I'm more a tea kind of person."
"Yes, I'm on my way." A rhythm of heels and cell phone chatter sounded toward the service station. "I know," Sango twisted around, pressing her side up against the push/pull door and bumping it open. Immediately the population struck her, this station was completely full of customers. "Can you hang on a second," her statement less a question than a command. Sango raised her arm in the air, holding the phone above the commotion of temperamental customers. This station is oddly populated for such a small business, she thought, squeezing her way toward the front desk.
The eyes of a middle aged woman, garbed in an apron and manager's pin, recognised Sango. She called out, dismissing the queue of customers. "Your usual, Sango!" A cup of to-go coffee was handed into the direction of its owner, Sango met gaze and smiled. She handed the correct change to the woman, and made her leave back through the winding path toward the exit.
"Still there?" Sango spoke into her cell. No answer. The screen flashed a convenient network error.
She let out a frustrated sigh. On making her way back to the register, Sango's face earnt an amused grin from the manager. "Sorry to ask when you're so busy, but do you have a phone I could borrow?" The woman shook her head, but directed Sango into the back of the store. "If you exit through here, there's a public phone just across the road." She heaved the door's lock upward, and pushed it open- gesturing for Sango to go through.
The back of the station was yet to be greeted with the light of day. Its damp exterior sheltered by surrounding buildings, making for a grim alleyway. "Across the road…" she murmured, looking around for an exit. To her right, the road met with a dead end; and to her left, a mesh fence stood bound in chains. "Its 10am already, what slack-ass hasn't come around to unlock this yet?"
Sango hefted another aggravated sigh, taking a quick sip of the coffee before placing it down. She stood tall, preparing a feat with impromptu warm-up exercises. After, Sango squat down- this time removing the lid off the coffee cup and downing the contents entirely. She let out a breath of heat, aiming the empty cup toward a nearby garbage bin. After landing the perfect cup goal, she clasped her hands together in a motion of encouragement.
"Let's get on with this!"
Calling on her running capabilities, she sprung forth to her left. Once close enough, she made a leap toward the fence. Catching the bar with her hands, her body glided across the gate with pendulum force. Impeccable timing enabled a handspring motion to carry the rest of her weight over the obstacle. Landing successfully on the other side, knees bent and arms out, Sango scored nothing short of an elegant touchdown.
"Now, for that phone-call."
A metro bus pulled up on request, the sound of its arrival no more pleasant than the departure. A single figure stepped off, their vision caught by the admirable garden-work of the house in front. From inside this abode, Inuyasha's nose twitched at the familiar scent.
As the figure moved into direct sunlight, a somewhat holy aura is revealed. Pulling out a key, the figure politely brushed their sandals on the doormat, and once inside, removed their footwear completely. Inuyasha sat up in bed- his first progressive movement of the morning.
The door closing behind, on exiting the house's entrance-way a scrambling of footsteps is heard upstairs. (This commotion continuing as Inuyasha appeared down the stairs in a bound, only half-dressed.)
"Yo." Not a formal greeting, but one expected from Inuyasha. "—Yo" Miroku parroted back, watching as Inuyasha's main focus shifted to dressing his upper half. "Thought you were out till noon?" Miroku gave a glimpse to the floor, sighing with dramatic emphasis, "I told you I would be here." On pulling out a cell phone from his back pocket, Inuyasha left for the kitchen. Passing the landline -its receiver signalling an unread message- Miroku followed his roommates trail.
"I see you aren't ready" The monk stood, staring an unimpressed look at Inuyasha. Casting away the eager temptation to slug him across the head, he picked a spoon from the utensil draw and pulled up a stool. "So?" Inuyasha asked with a mouth full of gruel. Miroku pinched a scoop from the pot on the counter, sampling, then gagging on contact with his tastebuds. "So," he cleared his throat, gaining a sour look from the chef. "—it's time to go."
A snort came from Inuyasha, "I don't remember agreeing to any of this." Miroku leant over the countertop, adjusting his weight onto his forearms. With a grim expression, he snarled on remark. "You aren't required to agree. You're going and that's it." Inuyasha leant forward, matching Miroku with a challenge-ready gaze, "You want a fight?" The monk withdrew, "I really don't want to get violent over a situation this trivial."
Inuyasha scoffed, "Well if it's trivial why'sit such a big deal if I don't go?" Silence answered his stubborn demeanour. Offended, he turned up his nose and continued to down the breakfast. Empty. Inuyasha jerked his hakama sleeve upward, wiping astray food from his cheeks.
"What's got you all huffy, anyways? Usually you aren't like this till at least midday." Inuyasha commented with a sly laugh, making haste toward the front door. In turn, Miroku sat up and took the cutlery to the sink before following Inuyasha out. "It'll be midday soon if you don't get a move on."
Holding the door open, Inuyasha stood with his roommate's briefcase slung over his shoulder. "I got it, I got it." Rolling his eyes, he gestured for the monk to 'get a move on'- earning a gentle grin from Miroku.
AN: Thought it might be time to publish chapter 5... but looking at the word count I feel a little guilty doing so. Still! I'm preoccupied at the moment making a stupid IY comic that has no connection to this story whatsoever. Keeping track of two different projects in varying mediums isn't all that progressive haha.
So please- bare with me till next update!