Coffee Chapter 1

This one came to me pretty late at night, but… hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE, START!

Was it safe to say that Watanuki Kimihiro hated his life? Was it really safe to say, considering that, if he had said it aloud, it was possible that at least one of his stalkers would be listening?

Well, hopefully not.

Kimihiro sighed, rolling his shoulders, walking lazily into the small coffee and pastry shop he worked at, Strawberry Wish, ready to don his usual apron and serve his many customers.

And, by customers, he meant his many stalkers. Could he seriously not catch a break?

Anyway.

"Hey, Kimihiro!" called the bespectacled boy's best friend, Syaoran. The two were like brothers, sharing nearly the same traumatic experiences through life: both of their parents had died at nearly the same time, and, though Syaoran now stayed with his new foster parents, the two stayed close.

Of course, Watanuki preferred to live alone, no matter how many invitations he was offered to live in the Flowright-Kurogane home with Syaoran. Without his parents, living with others just… didn't feel right. Besides, he could take care of himself pretty well, considering he was a genius in the kitchen, and housework was a breeze for him.

Which was why he taught Sakura, the part-time baker girl, how to cook—of course, baking seemed to catch better with her, and that led to her aforementioned job as a part-time baker.

The girl previously mentioned waved a cheerful 'hello' in Kimihiro's direction from behind her serving window, before disappearing in a puff of flour-induced smoke.

Well, maybe the bespectacled boy didn't hate his life that much.

But then, a man with square glasses and slick black hair, dressed in a rather opulent suit came in, and the waiter had to reconsider his last thoughts; of course, his main stalker (AKA, regular in the shop that just happened to follow him home every night) had just walked in the door.

Seriously. Did he just attract stalkers? Was it the smell of his blood or something?

As he worked around the shop, wiping tables and cleaning the floors while Syaoran served the man, he could feel the eyes of the man following him. It gave him the creeps.

"Kimihiro!" Sakura called from behind her serving window, "the store owner wants to talk to you."

…Did Watanuki already mention that he hated his life?

Trudging up the stairs to the inevitably inebriated store owner, Kimihiro wondered why he kept his stupid job at the coffee shop and didn't just look for a new one somewhere else.

"Because you feel safe here; not to mention the fact that it pays the bills," a sultry feminine voice answered, giving Watanuki the shivers. He just hated how the woman could read his mind like that.

"Miss Yuuko," Kimihiro answered. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes," the woman answered, he silky hair cascading down onto her cozy couch, "I did." And then she smiled in that creepy way Kimihiro hated seeing, because he knew that smile lead to: a) Some creepy mission; b) An incredibly late night at the shop; c) Errands to buy heavy bags of flour; or, d) All of the above.

"It seems," the owner of the shop took a deep breath from her pipe, before finishing with wisps of smoke, "that your problems will soon be coming to an abrupt, anticlimactic end."

"…You realize I have no idea what you're talking about, right?"

"Oh, just finish your shift. You take all the fun out of things," Yuuko Ichihara pouted.

Kimihiro Watanuki gladly booked it back to the first floor, ready to serve the next customer.

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"So, what would you like to eat?" Kimihiro asked the boy he was serving, noting that he wore the uniform of his own school.

The tall, narrow eyed boy stayed silent, only pointing to a spot on the menu.

"…You're gonna have to speak up, you know," the lankier school boy pointed out.

The other only pointed again at his menu, giving his waiter a look… as if the bespectacled boy was stupid or something. Kimihiro put his hands on his hips, feeling anger bubble in his chest. "Speak!" he shouted, throwing his arms up, "I can't serve you if you don't tell me what you want!"

Again, the narrow-eyed boy only pointed at his menu. "What? You want the whole thing?" Kimihiro sneered, getting angry.

The customer only raised his eyebrows in a judgmental way. Kimihiro, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes, getting seriously pissed.

"Okay, fine. You know what? YOU'RE GETTING TEA!" And with that, the waiter stomped off in a huff, getting worried looks from his fellow employees at the shop.

The man in the suit, with the slick black hair, only smiled in a knowing, predatory fashion.

Letting the teabag steep in the warm water, Kimihiro arched his back and rolled his shoulders, almost done with his shift. He could finally go home! Too bad his stupid stalker would be following him, again. Ugh.

It was then that the strange bespectacled man actually left the shop; before even Watanuki did! Maybe he had somewhere to go, but the waiter didn't care, he had a free, safe ride home!

…Maybe he didn't hate life that much after all, he thought.

Scratch that. He wouldn't hate his life that much once his stupid silent customer left. Those narrow eyes, and that 'I'm better than you' attitude just annoyed the hell out of him…

Kimihiro realized he was talking to himself once he heard Syaoran's stifled snigger. "Oh, shut up, you," the black-haired waiter huffed, pouting.

Bringing the tea back to his annoying customer's table, he set the cup down with an obviously fake smile. "Here."

And the stupid, narrow-eyed boy only nodded—not even a 'thank you!' Ooh, he did not like him, at all.

Well, at least his shift was over.

Going to the back room and pulling off his apron and uniform, a getup that looked like something akin to a butler uniform, the bespectacled boy sighed with relief, finally getting a nice, safe way home.

"Do you want Sakura and me to escort you home?" Syaoran offered, looking worried, changing into his regular clothes.

"Nah, you guys head on home—besides, tonight I'm free! Mr. Suit Stalker decided to leave me alone!" the black-haired waiter sighed in glee.

"Alright…" Syaoran conceded, eyeing the other warily, "but, call me if anything happens! Kurogane and I will be there in a flash."

"Thanks; I will," Watanuki smiled, lifting his fist. "Brothers in feeling, if not by blood, right?"

"Always," Syaoran nodded, lifting his own closed fist. The two touched the outsides of their wrists together, both with knowing smiles on their faces. It was as of they shared souls…

"Syaoran-kun! Would you help me restock some of these pastries?" Sakura called from another room.

"O-of course, princess!" The brown-eyed waiter yelled back, his face beet red.

"I thought I told you not to call me that!" huffed the adorable Sakura.

Ah, young love, Watanuki thought, before he shoved open the heavy back door, and strolled out into the chilly night air.

Walking down the street, a few blocks away from the shop, Kimihiro arched his back and sighed contentedly. His shift was over, he was miraculously done with his homework, and best of all, no stalkers! The blue-eyed boy felt so free!

And suddenly, his view of the night sky was lost and the air in his lungs swiftly left him as he was tackled to the ground. He paled as he recognized the pinstripe print fabric that was so close to his eyes. So leaving the shop early was a part of his plan… Bastard.

"K-Kimihiro," breathed an all too familiar voice. Square glasses and slick black hair came into his view as his attacker lifted himself off above the waiter, pinning him to the ground. "How long I've wanted this…"

Oh no. Watanuki couldn't see how he'd get out of this one. "G-get off of me!" he pushed his stalker's chest with all his might, but the man wouldn't budge. He shivered with fear when he felt something hard against his thigh. "S-Stop it! Stop it!" his voice was shrill with anxiety and fear.

He shivered with disgust this time, as the stranger began to breathe… words, into his ear.

"Get off! Please, just… stop!" Watanuki Kimihiro was reduced to begging, feeling nauseous. He heard something unzip, and went even paler, his breathing quickening with fear.

"No, no, NO! Get OFF—" And, right as the slight boy was about to resume pushing his stalker away with renewed vigor, the attacker was… gone? His weight wasn't there, and, after opening his eyes (he hadn't realized he'd closed them) he looked up to see…

That stupid, annoying customer, beating the crap out of the assaulter.

For once in his life, Kimihiro felt… genuinely relieved. He sighed, and tried to stand. Apparently though, his legs refused to work, only wobbling slightly when he tried to move them, so he sat back down and watched the one-sided fight, his jaw hanging open in an amazed 'O'.

As the creeper crawled away on his hands and knees, the narrow eyed customer from before turned back to Watanuki and loomed, glaring evilly, in Kimihiro's opinion.

Well, out of the frying pan and into the fire, they say.

"Are you alright?" asked the deep, emotionless voice of his savior.

"M-me?" Watanuki pointed to himself. The taller, standing boy nodded. "I… I think so," he muttered, trying to stand.

Thankfully, this time it worked, though his legs were trembling; along with the rest of his body. The taller boy noticed this and raised a disbelieving brow.

"Don't worry, this happens a lot more than you'd think," Kimihiro smiled, giving a shaky, half-hearted laugh.

Then he remembered he hated this guy.

Clearing his throat, he nodded towards the taller in a way the other had done to him at the pastry shop, and muttered, "My name is Watanuki. Watanuki Kimihiro." Give him a name to worship, he smirked smugly to himself, beginning to walk away, back to his apartment.

"Doumeki Shizuka. Nice to meet you."

Watanuki only waved, not even turning his back to his savior, how exhausted and tired he was. He didn't even have enough energy to rant at the jerk, for being… a jerk.

Anyway, he had school tomorrow.

There we are! Finished with chapter 1! I hope the idea isn't too unoriginal! …That would suck.