You would think that living in a place like Konoha (or in this world, for the matter) would mean oodles of exciting contingency and adventure.
Oh yeah… but ONLY if you're a ninja…right?
Introduction
There are two types of people in this world. 99.9% of the people in said world earn a stable income living a life of perilous precipice (ninjas and the like), while the other .1% make a living from working their butts off in non-life threatening environments (some really scared civilians).
Ah yes, enter Jun Suzuki (that's me), a normal girl in a not-so-normal universe (of epic proportions!) One would think that a homely teenager, with no knowledge of ninjutsu, genjutsu, or whatever-jutsu, wouldn't be able to survive in this hectic jungle called "Life" (not to mention "Life" is filled with really, really sharp and pointy things). However, through buckets of sweat and tears, I've managed to make a living and endure "Life."
Here's the deal, I'm considered as your everyday AVERAGE girl.
No, I'm not a ninja.
No, I'm not some prodigy from some powerful clan.
No, I do not have some rabid, homicidal, spiritual animal sealed inside of me.
And no, I did not have some tragic past where my parents died in some freak ninja accident.
They're perfectly fine.
Speaking of Mom and Dad, my parents aren't ninjas either. Oh no, they're far from it. The usual shuriken and kunai are replaced with mackerel and tuna. That's right, we own a fish stand and a pretty humble one at that. Since selling fish at a practically dilapidated stand doesn't exactly bring in the money to pay the bills, I decided to help out my parents by working a second job…as a maid in a maid café.
Sounds kitschy, doesn't it?
But working at a place like this has its rewards. If you look beneath the skirts, frills and lace, the place is gold mine, a one in a million. It brings in a ton of cash, the boss is decent, and the "Don't Touch the Maids" policy helps too.
And this was also the place where I met the best of friends a girl can have.
A moment in time:
"Jun! There're some customers and table three's open!" my boss, Melody, practically sang.
I came out of the kitchen in a clichéd maid's outfit.
"Sure thing Boss!" I grinned.
Melody narrowed her light-brown eyes and playfully informed her employer (me) that, "That's not the proper way to say things around here, Jun. You gotta be more cute! More charming! Be dainty! Be…blah blah blah"
"Uh… Boss?"
The eccentric 24-year old maid stopped her ranting (of all things cute and moe!).
"Yes, my dear?"
"The customers?"
Realization struck on her face like a swinging log. And damn was it funny.
"Oh my! Then go seat them now! Hurry Jun!"
I snickered as I strolled past her, notepad in hand. I have the most entertaining boss in all of Konoha, I swear.
Greeting customers at a maid café is slightly different than at a normal café. Usually, the horde of tea (and moe!) loving pedestrians would come in and we would bow and say…
"Welcome home masters and mistresses!"
(Sounds corny, but it works.)
And today was no exception.
"Welcome masters and mistresses! Sorry for the wait, I'll lead you to your table now!"
I analyzed the group of young ninjas standing before me. Besides the fact that one of them was giggling and acting all "cooey-cooey," they were pretty normal looking.
…
That is, if "normal" fell into the category of bubble-gum hair, a chicken's ass, and a horrendously orange jumpsuit from a really crappy thrift store, then yes, they were pretty "normal."
"What can I get for you?" I plastered on the big, fat, stupid smile that I wore everyday to this place. This was the perfect time to silently evaluate the group, as I do to every ninja that walks in through those "cute, kitty-shaped" doors.
I judge books by their covers. Get over it.
The orange monstrosity looked over our ramen-less menu and said, " Do you have ramen?"
He's obviously an idiot.
After shaking my head 'No' and taking his alternative order, I turned over to the seemingly-emotionally-withdrawn chicken sitting beside him.
"Hn," he murmured. Did he want anything to drink with that?
Pinky was next. She wanted an order of our number-one, most popular dish.
"One order of the 'Diet Dangos' please."
Why would she want to diet when it looked as if she didn't even have enough body fat to function normally? Oh well, the customer's always right. ALWAYS.
Scribbling the orders into my (cute-kitty shaped) notebook, I smiled and told them that their food would come out shortly. After taking down a few other customers' requests, the chef (who absolutely loathes this themed café and only works here because it had good pay) dinged the (cute-kitty shaped) bell, signaling for me to get the food, to which I would eventually emerge from the kitchen with an armful of plates and cups. As I stumbled to the group of ninjas, some brat actually had the NERVE to call me a HAG and stick out his puny little leg (which I contemplated on breaking like a twig, had not for Melody's glare and the fact that I'm getting paid). The results were obvious. I tripped, I fell, food flies, and people laugh. (Melody's rant about the stereotype of the "clumsy-maid" being a turn-on turned out to be false.) Before I had a chance to release the "Wrath of Jun," I was eclipsed by a shadow and, surprise, surprise! It was Pinky. She had an expression on her face, one of pity and worry. I remember thinking, 'So, she's not some snobby, bimbo-of-a-ninja after all,' and decided that I liked this girl and her little groupie (Blondie was, at that very moment, giving the kid a super noogie, while Chicken Butt did nothing.)
"Thank you. You're really nice, you know that?" And I meant what said, too. I mean, in this day and age, you don't find many considerate kunoichi willingly helping a distressed girl cosplaying as a maid.
She seemed a bit taken back and said, "No problem. I'm Sakura, by the way. What's your name?"
Picking myself up and dusting away the breadcrumbs from my apron, I earnestly replied, "Jun Suzuki and it's a pleasure to meet you."
The Present:
It might seem that, by reading what I just wrote above, I dislike Melody's place (appropriately named "Kitty Café"). That isn't so. (The tone of annoyance is due to the fact that I'm one very sarcastic girl.) After all, because of this threshold, I met Sakura, Naruto, and Sasuke. And who's to say that some other fortuitous event wouldn't happen to me at this very place?
Author's Note: Please Review! And thank you for reading this!
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