Aoyama-Kun~ Aoyama-Kun~! The name was tattooed in the head of one thirteen year old, strawberry haired girl. The thought of the male had sent shivers and chills of joy throughout the course of her body. Her cheeks flushed as she gushed with joy. "Aoyama-Kun~!" Making her way up the stairs and over towards the Kendo Club, she looked around at all of the other squeaking girls, who had been calling out his name, as well. "He's so popular with the other girls…" She spoke amongst herself, as she tried to push through a couple of the other fan girl-ish teens there, in order to gain a better view.
It was just then she watched as he made the final blow and won the match. Shrieks had grown louder, coming from every direction, as her eyes sparkled with delight. "Aoyama-Kun!" She watched as the male figure had taken off his protective attire, and then glanced in her direction.
"Ichigo-Chan?" Grabbing a cloth he dabbed off the sweat and then made his way over towards the one girl that meant the most to him. A large smile was planted upon his facial features. "I'm so glad you were able to make it." A warm smile had seemed to tug at his lips.
Those chocolate eyes had seemed to sparkle only once more, at his words as all the squealing girls had stopped, to gasp, at what they were witnessing. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world." She let out a heavy, love-sick, sight. Her bright orbs had met with his as she felt his hands touch her shoulders.
"Aishiteru, Ichigo…" It came out so easily for Masaya. "Ai-shi-ter-u…" He leaned in closer to press his lips up against hers.
Ichigo's face was bright red, as she leaned in as well, standing on her toes, her eyes falling shut. They were so close. "Aishiteru, Aoyama-Kun…" That's when it happened.
Riiiiinnnnnggggg! Jumping up and falling out of her bed, she landing flat on her face. "Nyaaa~" Groaning and rubbing those sleepy eyes, a soft complain slipped thru those, slightly, parted, lips. "Mou~ That hurt…" She winced in pain a bit, as she pushed herself up and grabbed her alarm clock. Brown eyes widening, widely, Ichigo practically shouted. "It's that time, already? I'm going to be late, again!" This was the third time this week that the middle school, Mew Leader, was running late, for work. She really didn't want to hear her bosses' mouth, anymore, either. Man he was such a slave driver! What she needed was a break. She needed a long vacation, at that, and not one of those 'I'm taking you girls to the beach or out for a BBQ things, either. Where she'd plant herself in vacation mode, for Keiichiro and him just say that they were actually called to do some work.
Standing up she had dashed to her mirror, fixing her hair, then tossed on her clothes, after washing up. Running downstairs, she then called out towards her parents. "Bye mom! Bye dad!" Reaching the front door, she slipped on her shoes, and then headed out.
"Ichigo, don't you want some breakfast, sweetie?" Her mother, Sakura, had called out – but it was too late. Her daughter was already long gone, hustling down the street and turning a good dozen corners, before finally reaching her destination.
"That was nuts!" Standing outside of the pink, fairytale, castle-like, Café'; Ichigo had leaned forward, with her hands resting on her knees, in attempt to catch up on her breath. Once she managed to relax, once again, she stood straight up, pushing open the door to the café, and walked inside. "I'm here, everyone!" Work hadn't even started yet and the mew had already found herself completely drained.
Raising a cup to her lips; Minto Aizawa, took a few sips as the strawberry haired girl came inside. "Ichigo-Chan!" The elegant dancer had called out. "You're late. We won't tolerate slackers. As you can tell it's very busy in here and you're letting everyone pick up your end on the stick!"
Oh did those words strike a corn within the leader. Her eyes twitched as she slid her way over towards the table in which Mint was sitting at. "Well; I'm so sorry, Princess Minto! What was I thinking, leaving all of the work to everyone else? Then again, you're sitting down, not even moving a finger to help out around here!" She stomped her feet, as steam blew from her ears. This was just another typical day at Café' Mew Mew.
A light chuckle rose from the other, as she lightly cleaned her mouth with a napkin. "Oh, don't be silly now, Ichigo. Of course I'm working. I'm actually being a rather big help. Someone needs to make sure the tea is brewed properly." Minto commented, as she lowered her arm back onto the table, placing the tea cup down.
Ichigo smacked her forehead. The sad part was that her co-worker actually did believe that taste testing the tea was considered as work. "That's not helping out! That's just called being lazy!" Brushing it all off, she let out a sigh, as she went to the back and changed into her uniform, which consisted of a red and white puffy waitress attire, with a pink bow tie, white socks, and white sneakers, with pink hearts. The frills added a nice touch.
Once she was all set she had grabbed a silver tray and notepad, heading back out onto the main floor, waiting on tables. Spotting an auburn-brunette haired girl, the young waitress had made her way over towards table number two. "Welcome to Café' Mew Mew~ My name is Momomiya, Ichigo-Chan! I'll be your waitress today, what can I get for you?"
Slipping off her dark, pink, tinted, shades; the sixteen year old, high school girl placed them down on the table, and a small smile tugged at her lips. "Green herbal tea, with a hint of honey, and a fresh squeezed lemon, would be nice. Also, a strawberry shortcake would do wonders." Crossing one leg over the other in an elegant manner, she leaned back in her seat, looking down at a thick pile of papers before her.
Familiar. How this girl seemed so familiar, however, Ichigo just couldn't put her finger on it. Either way, this was certainly not the time to be getting distracted. She had a job to do and she couldn't be spacing out when taking care of a customer. "Got it! It won't take long. Your order should be with you shortly." With that, she had scurried off, to the kitchen.
"Hmmm Mmmmm…" Happily; with that famous, bright, and wide smile of his, Keiichiro Akasaka worked away, washing dishes. He was the oldest of all the café' workers and he happened to be the manger of the café'. He was the calmest and most collective, always keeping positive, at least he tried to, for the most part.
"Akasaka-San~!" Ichigo had chimed, standing along-side of him. Holding out a crisp piece of paper with the customers' order, she handed it to him. "Order for table number two."
Turning off the water to the sink, Keiichiro dried off his hands, and took the small piece of paper from the waitress before him. "Thank you, Ichigo-Chan." He took a quick scan over it. "Ah, this will be ready in a matter of a few minutes. Just give me a moment." He grabbed a tea cup and a plate, as he stole a glance out the kitchen window, that led towards the main dining hall. "Isn't that-" His grey orbs seemed to widen, just slightly.
"Mei-San." The voice came from Zakuro, as she carried in some dirty dishes; she had just cleared off from one of the tables."Japan's Princess." Straight forward and to the point, the lavender haired idol had set the dishes down, in the sink and crossed both of her arms across her chest. "Zoey Lynn Mei."