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Yuan's Cafe
By Baby Kat Snophlake
Lloyd stood outside of the Renegade Base, glancing up at the domed roof with nostalgia. It had been only a few years ago since his last visit as a prisoner of this very base, but since then, its owner had relinquished his interest in taking Lloyd captive. Lloyd remembered the blue-haired half elf with mixed apprehension and admiration. After all, it was Yuan who had saved Lloyd's father's life after threatening to kill the both of them.
His feet left pits in the sand with each step and with each step, his heartbeat quickened. He had no real reason to visit except just to see how Yuan was doing, though the half-elf generally hated company. Lloyd paused only when he realized a new sign had been put up above the doorway. His jaw fell slowly open until he had to pick it up from the sand again. It seemed that Yuan wasn't so spiteful towards company anymore. In fact, he so welcomed company that he turned his secluded little Renegade Base he called "home" into something that Lloyd thought he would never see in the desert.
The sign above Yuan's door read: "Yuan Kaafei".
As Lloyd stepped inside, he expected to see tables filled with people drinking all sorts of coffees, and maybe reading or writing a few books. He looked around and found nothing of the sort anywhere, not even a cash register. He scratched his head, puzzled.
Finally, a door opened and Yuan emerged, glowering at Lloyd like he had done so many times before. "What are you doing? Who gave you permission to just walk into my house?"
Lloyd stared at Yuan, his eyes vacant with sufficient evidence of loss. "You started a café? Where is everyone?"
Yuan's eyes narrowed so thin, a paper might have been thicker and he held out his hand before him. "You fool! That is my last name. I was hoping seeing it would make visitors like you leave permanently. Instead, I have idiots like you barging in more often asking for lattes and mochas! Leave! Now! Before you disintegrate into pieces smaller than grounds!"
A/N: Haha, short but sweet! I got the idea after learning that Yuan's last name is Kaafei, as per Tales of Symphonia 2. But don't bother looking up piccy's of Yuan in ToS2. You've been warned. Why, Namco? Why?! T.T
--Kat