Wolves Don't Howl Aloud
By: Kikyouko
Zakuro walked into the café. She had just finished a modeling show at Tokyo's Center, the Tokyo Fair. Mint had followed in right after her.
"She was a hit!" Mint yelled in excitement. Everyone stared at Mint except for Zakuro, of course. She knew what she was talking about. She even knew that Mint wanted her to be her role model.
"What was a hit Mint?" Ichigo asked as she walked out of kitchen with a Banana Split for some costumers. Mint looked at Ichigo with a sparkle in her eyes.
"ZAKURO WAS!" She screamed. "You should have seen Ichigo! I mean it you should have!" Mint exclaimed. Zakuro looked over her shoulder and stared at the two girls as if they had three heads each.
"So how many outfits did she model in?" Ichigo asked. The sparkle in Mint's eyes had disappeared.
"I'm not sure. I thought it was twenty seven, but I am not positive." Mint responded trying to think hard. Zakuro shook her head and walked over to them. She sighed.
"No." Was all that escaped her lips. They both looked at Zakuro as she continued. "I modeled in exactly forty eight outfits." She said, flipping her hair a bit. Ichigo looked back down at the tray of dessert. It seemed to be gone!
"YUM!" They heard from behind them. Pudding stood there with chocolate syrup and vanilla ice cream all over her face. Ichigo looked over at the waiting costumors. They seemed to look very annoyed as they watched.
"PUDDING! Your not supposed eat the costumors ICE CREAM!" She yelled aloud, making Ryou walk into the main room. Ryou blinked and stared at Pudding, Ichigo, and then the waiting customers.
"What seems to be the problem girls?" He asked.
"Well..." Ichigo started. "Pudding keeps eating all the food when I'm not paying attention..." She whined, pointing at Pudding with one finger. Zakuro shook her head once more.
"Then just go and get another!!!" She yelled. She was upset about something, but no one knew what seemed to be troubling her. Ichigo looked at her nodded and walked into the kitchen. Mint walked over to the costumors table.
"I'm sorry." She continued. "We had a bit of trouble. Your order will only be five more minutes." She said in a soft voice. Ichigo walked out with the tray once more. She smiled.
"Unlikely! Her is your order! Have a nice time now." Ichigo cheerfully said placing the tray down onto the table. The people smiled and Ichigo smiled back. "Now will you excuse me while I go help other customers?" Ichigo muttered, walking to another table.
"I'll get it." Zakuro sighed, walking over to the table that Ichigo was standing at. "Don't you have a date with that Masaya kid anyways?" Zakuro asked smiling.
"Oh no! Zakuro your right! I am sorry mews! I can't be here!" She yelled running out of door of the café. Before she had left she dropped the tray onto the floor.
"Luckily there was nothing on it." Zakuro muttered under her breath. "Now may take your order?" She asked the customers. She smiled at them, not knowing that it was Ichigo's parents. Her parents hadn't seen them nor did Ichigo see them before she ran out of the door.
"Yes. I would like the Brownie Delight." Ichigo mother said sweetly. Her father looked at the menu and squinted his eyes a bit.
"I would like a...Philly Cheese Steak." He said still looking at the menu. Zakuro smiled once more. She wrote the order down and looked at the two.
"You know you both remind me of a friend of mine." She suggested. The two stared at Zakuro. Ichigo's mother was curious because she had heard Ichigo worked there but didn't see her around anywhere.
'Really?" She questioned. "Oh yes...I was wondering if you knew an Ichigo. She is my daughter and she said she worked her." The mother said softly.
"Ichigo? Yeah I know her! She just went out for the day. She had to go with one of her friends. I think it was a kid named Masaya." She continued as both parents looked at her. "She was the friend I thought you both looked like. Now I must go get your orders." She replied. Zakuro walked into the kitchen as Lettuce passed her with four cup of coffee on a tray. She actually seemed to not drop it this time and of course Pudding was messing up everything.
CRASH!
"Hm?" Zakuro guessed that they had just broken something again. She just couldn't tell who did it this time. Was it Pudding or Lettuce that did it? Lettuce and Pudding walked into the room with wide eyes. "Pudding knocked into me." Lettuce admitted. Zakuro stared at the two. "I wasn't my fault though!" Lettuce whined. Pudding grinned and looked over at some dishes. "I'm going to do some tricks!" Pudding said walking towards the dishes. Zakuro grabbed her by the collar.
"Oh no YOU are NOT!" She said glaring. "No one has time for the tricks right now." Zakuro finished.
Pudding sighed and sat down in a chair. She was bored with doing nothing all day in the café. Everyone else had something to do, but not Pudding. Zakuro knew she had nothing to do so she smiled. "Pudding, would you like to model with me?" She asked in a very nice and soft tone. "It would be great for you to model little girl outfits." She finished. Pudding eyes sparkled, but she hadn't ever done anything in front of people; only perform tricks.
"YAY! Wait, what about Mint-san? She would be heartbroken since you didn't ask her and she wants to be just like you!" Pudding whined.
"She'll handle it well. I just tell her that you were small enough to fit into the outfits for girls." She winked at Pudding and walked out with Mrs. and Mr. Momomiya's food. "Here you go!" Zakuro perked up and placed the tray onto the table. Mr. And Mrs. Momomiya smiled and handed Zakuro a tip. "No. I can't take this." She said handed it back to them.
"Yes you can dear." Mrs. Momomiya exclaimed. "It's just a little something for all your hard work." She replied placing it firmly back into her hand, before walking out with Mr. Momomiya.
Zakuro clutched the ten-dollar bill in her hands. She couldn't believe she had just tooken that from her friends mother. She didn't even want it! She was filthy rich as it was. She frowned and looked down.
"I didn't need this..." She muttered under her breath. Pudding walked into the room and grabbed the bill. She looked at it amazed.
"Where'd you get this much money?" She questioned. "Are you rich? Most people are poor. They won't give me ten-dollars for my performances." She gasped. Zakuro blinked and laughed.
"Yes I am rich silly. And by the way...I am sure they aren't all poor. I'm sure they just don't think ten-dollars is worth it." Zakuro admitted.
"I have to go home now," Pudding started. "My mama won't like it if I am late home." She finished with a smile and walk out of the door.
Zakuro just smiled and walked her way home as well. She had a modeling show to do before work the next day anyways so she figured sleep might help her stay awake during work.
TBC
A/N: Did you like the fic? I hope you did. Just tell me in the review any ideas if you have any...
Zakuro walked into the café. She had just finished a modeling show at Tokyo's Center, the Tokyo Fair. Mint had followed in right after her.
"She was a hit!" Mint yelled in excitement. Everyone stared at Mint except for Zakuro, of course. She knew what she was talking about. She even knew that Mint wanted her to be her role model.
"What was a hit Mint?" Ichigo asked as she walked out of kitchen with a Banana Split for some costumers. Mint looked at Ichigo with a sparkle in her eyes.
"ZAKURO WAS!" She screamed. "You should have seen Ichigo! I mean it you should have!" Mint exclaimed. Zakuro looked over her shoulder and stared at the two girls as if they had three heads each.
"So how many outfits did she model in?" Ichigo asked. The sparkle in Mint's eyes had disappeared.
"I'm not sure. I thought it was twenty seven, but I am not positive." Mint responded trying to think hard. Zakuro shook her head and walked over to them. She sighed.
"No." Was all that escaped her lips. They both looked at Zakuro as she continued. "I modeled in exactly forty eight outfits." She said, flipping her hair a bit. Ichigo looked back down at the tray of dessert. It seemed to be gone!
"YUM!" They heard from behind them. Pudding stood there with chocolate syrup and vanilla ice cream all over her face. Ichigo looked over at the waiting costumors. They seemed to look very annoyed as they watched.
"PUDDING! Your not supposed eat the costumors ICE CREAM!" She yelled aloud, making Ryou walk into the main room. Ryou blinked and stared at Pudding, Ichigo, and then the waiting customers.
"What seems to be the problem girls?" He asked.
"Well..." Ichigo started. "Pudding keeps eating all the food when I'm not paying attention..." She whined, pointing at Pudding with one finger. Zakuro shook her head once more.
"Then just go and get another!!!" She yelled. She was upset about something, but no one knew what seemed to be troubling her. Ichigo looked at her nodded and walked into the kitchen. Mint walked over to the costumors table.
"I'm sorry." She continued. "We had a bit of trouble. Your order will only be five more minutes." She said in a soft voice. Ichigo walked out with the tray once more. She smiled.
"Unlikely! Her is your order! Have a nice time now." Ichigo cheerfully said placing the tray down onto the table. The people smiled and Ichigo smiled back. "Now will you excuse me while I go help other customers?" Ichigo muttered, walking to another table.
"I'll get it." Zakuro sighed, walking over to the table that Ichigo was standing at. "Don't you have a date with that Masaya kid anyways?" Zakuro asked smiling.
"Oh no! Zakuro your right! I am sorry mews! I can't be here!" She yelled running out of door of the café. Before she had left she dropped the tray onto the floor.
"Luckily there was nothing on it." Zakuro muttered under her breath. "Now may take your order?" She asked the customers. She smiled at them, not knowing that it was Ichigo's parents. Her parents hadn't seen them nor did Ichigo see them before she ran out of the door.
"Yes. I would like the Brownie Delight." Ichigo mother said sweetly. Her father looked at the menu and squinted his eyes a bit.
"I would like a...Philly Cheese Steak." He said still looking at the menu. Zakuro smiled once more. She wrote the order down and looked at the two.
"You know you both remind me of a friend of mine." She suggested. The two stared at Zakuro. Ichigo's mother was curious because she had heard Ichigo worked there but didn't see her around anywhere.
'Really?" She questioned. "Oh yes...I was wondering if you knew an Ichigo. She is my daughter and she said she worked her." The mother said softly.
"Ichigo? Yeah I know her! She just went out for the day. She had to go with one of her friends. I think it was a kid named Masaya." She continued as both parents looked at her. "She was the friend I thought you both looked like. Now I must go get your orders." She replied. Zakuro walked into the kitchen as Lettuce passed her with four cup of coffee on a tray. She actually seemed to not drop it this time and of course Pudding was messing up everything.
CRASH!
"Hm?" Zakuro guessed that they had just broken something again. She just couldn't tell who did it this time. Was it Pudding or Lettuce that did it? Lettuce and Pudding walked into the room with wide eyes. "Pudding knocked into me." Lettuce admitted. Zakuro stared at the two. "I wasn't my fault though!" Lettuce whined. Pudding grinned and looked over at some dishes. "I'm going to do some tricks!" Pudding said walking towards the dishes. Zakuro grabbed her by the collar.
"Oh no YOU are NOT!" She said glaring. "No one has time for the tricks right now." Zakuro finished.
Pudding sighed and sat down in a chair. She was bored with doing nothing all day in the café. Everyone else had something to do, but not Pudding. Zakuro knew she had nothing to do so she smiled. "Pudding, would you like to model with me?" She asked in a very nice and soft tone. "It would be great for you to model little girl outfits." She finished. Pudding eyes sparkled, but she hadn't ever done anything in front of people; only perform tricks.
"YAY! Wait, what about Mint-san? She would be heartbroken since you didn't ask her and she wants to be just like you!" Pudding whined.
"She'll handle it well. I just tell her that you were small enough to fit into the outfits for girls." She winked at Pudding and walked out with Mrs. and Mr. Momomiya's food. "Here you go!" Zakuro perked up and placed the tray onto the table. Mr. And Mrs. Momomiya smiled and handed Zakuro a tip. "No. I can't take this." She said handed it back to them.
"Yes you can dear." Mrs. Momomiya exclaimed. "It's just a little something for all your hard work." She replied placing it firmly back into her hand, before walking out with Mr. Momomiya.
Zakuro clutched the ten-dollar bill in her hands. She couldn't believe she had just tooken that from her friends mother. She didn't even want it! She was filthy rich as it was. She frowned and looked down.
"I didn't need this..." She muttered under her breath. Pudding walked into the room and grabbed the bill. She looked at it amazed.
"Where'd you get this much money?" She questioned. "Are you rich? Most people are poor. They won't give me ten-dollars for my performances." She gasped. Zakuro blinked and laughed.
"Yes I am rich silly. And by the way...I am sure they aren't all poor. I'm sure they just don't think ten-dollars is worth it." Zakuro admitted.
"I have to go home now," Pudding started. "My mama won't like it if I am late home." She finished with a smile and walk out of the door.
Zakuro just smiled and walked her way home as well. She had a modeling show to do before work the next day anyways so she figured sleep might help her stay awake during work.
TBC
A/N: Did you like the fic? I hope you did. Just tell me in the review any ideas if you have any...