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A/N: Here we go guys I hope I make you all laugh. :)

"So, here's the deal, Minamimoto, you have to start up a business by yourself and get 10,000 customers to come in reguarly montly by the end of this year. If you don't well, you're erased--consider this punishment for your earlier actions."

Sho muttered something under his breath.

"Well?"

"Fine."

Sho slammed the door shut, leaving a very amused looking Joshua.

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10 AM -- SHIBUYA, TOKYO, WHEREVER.

Sho smirked at the cleared out store that was so forcefully graciously given to him by the previous hectopascals who owned it. He already called up the truck that stocks in whatever the factor this store needs to run on itself and he put a sign out in front of the store which read:

"THIS PLACE THE PLACE NEXT TO IT."

This will have the yoctograms running here any minute now.

--

The sound of bells ringing was heard in around noon as the first customer wondered into the place, although he didn't see anyone behind the register the sign said it was open so he had walked straight in. The man took a bag of whatever off of the shelves as well as some canned crab which had a discounted price on it so he decided to buy that too--then he took some milk and placed all of this on the counter. He blinked, now seeing the eighteen-year old behind the counter. Who's this? A new worker?

He did remember seeing the abnormal sign outside the store.

"Pay up, radian."

The counter said about 1900 and a half Yen.

"Right."

The man handed him some and suddenly Sho sneered at him.

"Are you blind, yoctogram? 1900 1/2 Yen!"

The man literally stared at the tanned-skin individual, wondering if the other had lost his mind to the point where he actually tried to make him pay something that was impossible to distribute in money.

"Well, I can't--"

"Then snap that piece of Yen in half--if you can't do it then use one of those knives in the perimeter."

The man gave him a look. Where's the owner of this store?!

"This is ridiculous."

"Do the math or get the factor out."

The man rolled his eyes, deciding to try this for some reason so he grabbed the knife and took it out of its container to try to cut the coin in half and was failing miserably as Sho grinned looking at him. The man sighed, seeing it was pointless.

"Nevermind, you stupid digit, just leave the perimeter--but remember to pay up unless I will factor you to the third quadrant. Understand?"

"Yes."

Then, the numbers on the register changed.

"Now, pay 500 Yen."

"...What? WHY?"

"Because, you used the knife, radian."

The man's eye twitched and he slammed down the Yen, walking away.

"Oh, by the way the tax allows that to add up to how much you owed me, radian. So forgot about that 1/2 of Yen."

Door. Slammed. Hard.

Obnoxious laughter--then Sho remembered the exact length of the knife and called up the police.

--

1 PM.

Neku walked in, looking around--he didn't even notice the sign because well subtle details like that weren't important to young teenagers in Japan--before just grabbing a carton of milk and waited for the cashier to come out. It took a while but the person behind it wasn't someone he expected to see in a while--wearing his cap as well as his normal black clothing Sho tapped his foot impatiently as Neku continued to gawk. Sho knew the yoctogram knew him but really, did he not see the glaring numbers on the little screen of the register?

"Pay up, radian."

"What...the hell?"

"If you have time to idle, ellipsoid, you have time to pay. S = 900 Yen!"

Slowly, Neku paid Sho the Yen and walked straight out, convinced he must be hallucinating the whole thing--yup, that would explain everything.

Sho went up to the calender and marked 10.

--

There some commotion outside of the store and of course, Sho peered out when he didn't see any of this noise coming inside of his store--what kind of stupid radian would dare disturb his string of customers that had been coming into his perimeter. He literally bipassed the mega-large line to walk right in--ignoring the protests of some of the people--and the sight made his eye twitch. Right in the aile was a sign that read:

"Lower prices for the same items found at the local convienance store next to you--plus, good customer service..."

And small text:

"We always value the customer over the employee's selfish needs."

Sho stomped out of the shop.

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December 29, 2008 -- Shibuya, Japan -- 8 AM

The woman stared in complete disbelief at the look of her store--or what it had been--as she had drove in and stepped out of her car; it was amazing the sheer damage that had been done to it. Or at least the inside of it, which was mostly smoldering black remains--even the hidden cameras hadn't been spared from total annihilation. Unfortunately, the black-haired woman knew who exactly was responsible for this or at least had a hunch who had caused the mayhem--it was That Evil Store Mathematician from the store next to hers, wasn't it?

The bastard who mistreats his customers on a daily business--now it seems girls are flocking to his Convienience store just because of his looks. Damnit to hell Evil Store Mathematician, I'll get my revenge one day, ONE DAY--

The unimportant woman's thoughts were interrupted by said Evil Store Mathematician arriving at his store with his keys to unlock and open up the store for another day of shenanigans. Needless to say, he grinned evilly at her before he walked inside.

"DAMN YOU!"

The sign was still outside.