Rain cascaded down the huge window displaying the week's special. Hikari Yagami brushed her hair behind her ear as she took an order. Smiling, she nodded at her table and gave the order to the chef. As she double-checked her order, a tall brunette tapped her on the shoulder and held out a Styrofoam container. "Looks like it's that time of the month. I already added this to your tab. Hurry up and go, I can cover you for ten minutes or so." Hikari glanced through the bright orange lettering on the window to the bus stop across the street. Through the rain, one solitary figure sat at the deserted bus stop, a hood covering his features.
"Thanks Yuki, I promise I won't be long!" Hikari grabbed the container filled with food and pulled on a raincoat. Running out and checking both ways, she darted across the street. As she neared the hooded figure she softly smiled, "Been out here long?"
Yamato Ishida looked up and pulled his hood away, revealing his still intact blonde locks. She handed him the food as he shook his head. "No, not really. I woke up late and made it here around nine."
Hikari glanced at her watch quickly, 4:30. "Well at least you could come across the street and wait, you could sit right by the window, you know." Smiling softly he shook his head. "Nah, I'm fine. I have my own waitress and everything. Looking pretty good in the uniform by the way. I saw how you almost fell flat on your face when you dashed in. It was charming." Hikari felt a small blush creep over her cheeks, subconsciously she felt herself tugging at her light pink uniform. "Humph. Well, at least I work you bum." Yamato shrugged while he opened the container. "I work, it's just low stress and anytime hours." Hikari plopped down beside him, "Oh, right, writing music for someone else to sing. I forgot."
Yamato shrugged again taking a bite of his sandwich. "By the way, how's Tai? Last I heard he was working his way up in his office, some promotion or something?" Hikari nodded, "The exec board is offering him a large raise if he gets it. He's turned into a workaholic. I'd almost be okay with it if he just kept his work crazy attitude to himself. I swear, if he tells me about how to get ahead in life one more time, even MetalWarGreymon couldn't save him." Both laughed at the comment and Yamato offered the other half of his sandwich to her. She took it and Yamato turned to her, "Well, the brother question down, now onto more important things - how's the love life, kid?" Hikari munched on her sandwich and pouted, "You said you wouldn't ask that anymore." Yamato shrugged, "I lied." Hikari nudged him,
"Jerk"
"Waitress"
"Bum"
"Spinster"
"Man Slut"
Yamato glared playfully at her, "Ouch, that one hurt. Finally I'm corrupting the purest of them all! I'd like to thank the academy, of course my evil mind and influence…" He slung his arm around her and finished his speech by crying into her shoulder. Patting his head she giggled, "Ah, you have taught me well master." Yamato leaned on his hand, "Hikari, only in the bedroom do you call me that." He winked and sat back. Hikari's mouth opened and closed a few times. "Bzzt! Aww sorry! Too late for a come back. Try again later, I think you have to get back to work." She followed his line of sight and saw Yuki glaring daggers at her while being overwhelmed by all the customers. "Oops. Heh, well better go then. See you around Yama!" She gave him a peck on the cheek and started to make her way back. She stopped and turned around, "You sure your gonna wait?" His face fell into a small smile. "I promised." Sadly she nodded and ran back into the restaurant frenzy.
Hot pink nails dashed across the keyboard. Her migraine was getting worse and her supposedly miracle medicine was doing crap. Tucking a piece of cotton candy pink hair behind her ear she sighed. Fashion show coming up in a week and all she had were two models. Oh lord. Chewing on her bottom lip she ran through her list of possibilities. Giving up on the list she scanned her office for any inspiration. Mannequins lined her walls, all haphazardly dressed, and last night's take out still waited for her to finish. Placing her head on her desk she went through her reasons for being a fashion designer again. Her phone pierced through all her thoughts of burning down the building and freeing herself. Picking the phone up she nestled it between her shoulder and ear, "Hello?" A creaking voice spoke through the receiver and gave her the happiest news in the world. "Thank you. Don't worry, I know. Good-bye." She put the phone down and jumped up from her desk. "Thank you!" Skipping around her office she pulled out papers and other random objects. Hitting the speaker button she said in the loud voice, "Marcie, tell everyone the show's been canceled, instead they want one in Japan! Make arrangements I'm heading there early, gonna take a little break before getting back to work. I want a plane ticket for the end of the week." Sighing happily she slumped in her chair. She was going home!
"Going home, going home," She kept repeating it to herself as she walked into her favorite café. It was usually empty and that's what she liked the best about it, peace. Ordering her usual she took a look at the people that were there. A couple talked in the corner, three teenagers chatted while sharing a piece of cake, and one man sat in the corner scribbling notes. The man sitting in the corner intrigued her the most, if she didn't catch it before, she did now, he was staring at her. Her hair was out there, but come on, America right? Lots of people had pink hair. She smiled at the thought when she first decided to dye it, she had screamed when it was done, but now it kind of fit. Picking up her coffee and paying, she made her way to the man. Sitting across from him she took a sip of coffee, "Do you usually stare at everyone who buys coffee?"
He smiled at this and shook his head. She smiled, his blonde hair and blue eyes gave him a kind innocent look, and god did he remind her of Takeru. "Sorry, it's just, well to tell you the truth, my friend from a long time ago had hair just like that. Just reminded me of her, I guess. She loved the color, that was Mimi all right." She choked on her coffee as he said 'Mimi'. "Oh god, I'm sorry did I say something?" Waving her hands she started laughing while catching her breath. Getting up she quickly hugged him, "Little TK! Geez, it's been so long!"
When she backed up he stared at her. "Sora? You dyed your hair? Pink?" Sora giggled. "Well once I had to model and pink hair fit the clothes so, this came to that and boom I kept the pink hair." She smiled and looked him over. He was basically how he was when she left after college, minus the hat. "Look at you, here in America. When did you come over to the States and why?" Smiling she looked over at his papers he had been scribbling on. He followed her gaze. "I've been traveling after college, writing what I see, hopefully seeing something interesting." Sora nodded, TK sounded like he could fit into writing. "What about you? How goes the fashion world?" She sighed and rubbed her temples. "Living hell, but what can I say, I just got a vacation for about a month. Going home, getting really good noodles first day, I promised myself." TK smiled. "Going home too? I thought it'd be a good idea to check up on everyone. I'm leaving this Friday at ten, you?" Sora clapped her hands, "Excellent! I won't be sitting next to a fat bald man on this trip because I found my plane buddy!" Takeru laughed. "Good, I didn't want to sit next to an old hag either…oh, wait…" Sora's eyes widened. "The evils of America have gotten to you, we have to get you out of here fast you little brat." Takeru laughed and laughed harder when she started throwing sugar packets at him. "For being a little jerk…I swear, I might take the bald fat man over you."