AN: A nice new fresh start! Hopefully this story will do much better then my other flops! Please no flames and also please review!

6/8/05

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…but I can dream!

Worth Millions

By Peachie-chan

Chapter 1: Black Coffee and a Scone

Black coffee and a stupid scone.

It's what my bastard of an ex-boyfriend, Enishi Yukishiro, would consider breakfast as.

Curse the man to hell! For the past month I've been praying to Kami-sama to smite him with a boulder…or something along those lines.

Well after what he did to me he deserves something much worse than a rogue boulder falling on him and hopefully crushing him to death. Maybe I should go back to the temple and go pray that while Enishi and his whore go driving in his stupid little red convertible have it burst into flames and be driven off a bridge into Tokyo bay to be eaten by Godzilla.

WOAH Kaoru! I'm going a bit overboard with having Godzilla eat them…even if they do deserve to be turned into his poo.

I was still imagining all the horrible things I wish would happen to Enishi, when a light tap on my shoulder brought me back to reality. I was sitting alone at a table facing a window in the small cute little café called Café d'Amor with a cup of black coffee and a stupid uneaten scone. Worst of all, not only was I staring at a breakfast my former love would inhale in a second but I was sitting at the damn table where me and Enishi used to always sit at. Curse my luck.

"Umm…Miss?" this time accompanied the tap on my shoulder which once again jerked me out of my thoughts. Quickly I looked up to see who was trying to catch my attention.

…

After being broken up for two weeks am I allowed to gawk at someone? Is there some unwritten rule that states that I have to wait a few more days before I do that? Oh god this is making my head hurt!

A waiter stood right next to my table with a concerned look on his face, which I swear made me want to melt in my chair. He must have been a few years older than me…maybe 27 to 28 years old. I liked his unique appearance; his long red hair held in a high ponytail and his kind purple eyes was far from the typical Japanese appearance of black hair and brown eyes. I wonder if he dyes his hair…could those be contacts? I wonder if he's a cancer…my horoscope said my love partner would be one…snap out of it Kaoru!

"Yes!" I chirped as I snapped myself out of my daydreams. He smiled down at me with a kind smile. I think I'm turning into pudding! If only Misao could see me now.

"You're crying on top of your scone" he pointed out. I merely blinked in confusion and slowly reached up to touch my cheek. "I don't know what you're talking…about" I slowed down and stared down at my hand that was moistened with tears. "Wha…" Was I still hurting over what Enishi did to me? Was I hurt so much that my brain chose to forget while I could barely control my emotions?

"Is the scone that bad?" The waiter asked worriedly. "You didn't even try it." I quickly shook my head while I wiped my eyes on my light blue sweatshirt. "I like it" I managed to say somehow. His smile that I now found I liked instantly returned which made me realize that I was blushing again and this guy was too dense to notice…thank god. "What a relief! I hoped this batch of scones would be great since I made them with love" he laughed jokingly as he pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to me.

What a strange guy! You'd think that someone in such a successful café would only care about how much money was made, not how much love was put into a scone. Well as a mangaka I put my heart and soul into what I draw and the stories I tell…I guess that logic could be put in a pastry…but I wouldn't know since my skills are lacking in that department.

I took the handkerchief from his hands and stared at him with curiosity. "I know you weren't crying about the scone" his smile faltered. "I'm sorry miss…for whatever made you cry" he said sincerely.

Someone make this guy stop talking to me! There has to be another table that wants a refill or their table clean! I want the sexy waiter with kind words to stop talking to me or I'm gonna start sobbing in front of him and that's the last thing I need! Maybe if I give him a big tip he'll leave me alone.

"Excuse me can you please clean this table?" I let out a sigh of relief as a woman came from the patio and pointed to her table. The waiter's face fell slightly at the thought of leaving me, I think…but it was quickly replaced with a grin. "Right away Ma'am!" he said cheerfully as he snatched a cleaning rag from an unoccupied table. Before he left me, he looked at me with another one of those melting smiles. "I hope you mend that broken heart of yours soon Miss. That guy with the silver hair who used to come here with you didn't seem like such a nice guy." With that said he quickly walked out the open glass doors onto the sunny patio where there were several tables with yellow and green umbrellas.

I stared back down at the cloth he had given me a few minutes before in bewilderment.

He saw me with Enishi? Was that waiter some kind of stalker? What if he knows where I live and where I work and is holding my parents hostage in some underground lair with rats! I have such a wild imagination…note to self no more scary movies.

Tis the life of a struggling mangaka who wants her little piece of fame. I groaned as I slid down my chair. My headache seemed to have gotten worse.

"This stupid breakup is the reason of my troubles! It's all Enishi's fault for making my life a living hell!" I growled as I sat up and started to rummage through my bag and pulled out my pink Hello Kitty wallet that I've been using since I was five. This least I could do was give the man a tip after all the comforting things he said to me. I pulled out a five dollar bill and placed it on the table.

I stared at the breakfast in front of me and realized I couldn't let it go to waste knowing there are starving children in Africa who would love to eat this. I added cream and a few packets of sugar to my coffee and managed to drink it all in a few gulps. Then I grabbed a napkin and wrapped the scone of love carefully and I packed it into a pocket of my old navy green messenger bag.

"Hopefully the scone won't get crumbs in my bag." I got up and pushed my chair in as I hoisted my bag over my shoulder. I walked briskly out of the café hoping not to catch the eye of the red haired hottie who was serving tea to a little girl.

I ran down the street, my hand still holding the waiter's handkerchief firmly in my hands. And I was off to work, a small production company called Kenjutsu Press, where my manga and the manga my friends are planned and drawn. Sadly we all have big dreams of becoming world famous mangaka. But hey a girl and her little cartoon loving friends can dream…right?

To be continued…

AN: I don't think I've ever seen a story about any of the RK gang being a mangaka and I thought that it would be cool different story…do you like it?

Mangaka: A person who draws manga to put it plainly…:)

Please review!

Or I won't continue this story and then you'll never find out what Enishi did to Kaoru!

The more reviews the longer the chapters! ;)