The rain had barely even started before I was pushed and pulled by a number of rushing ninjas as they came out of their houses and roared to their destinations, setting me at the center of their death trap as I attempted to go to my job. I felt myself sigh more and more as the men and women shoved my shoulders and knocked me over. Their tired and muffled voices forming dull colors around the outer edges of my vision.

I could've used a clone to help lift me on their shoulders and carry me to the café but I didn't want to be marked as one of them. I didn't want to listen to people howl about injustice and greed. It was a favorite pastime of non-ninjas, people who knew nothing of the things they had to face daily to have their godly powers. Ignorance.

I moved quietly throughout the crowd to the other side of the streets, my shoulder scratched from one of the ninja's kunai. It was annoying and it was 3 a.m. in the morning. I don't care if the angel herself called you down, you don't whip out your kunai while roaming the streets.

That was the painful existence we call my life.

I pushed open the dingy and worn out door of the café, the screeching sound coloring my vision with a dull, puke green. Or maybe, it was just the fumes in the café that caused my vision to turn green and to send me coughing.

"AYAME-CHAN! AYAME, WE NEED YOU!" My boss's, Tenshi, voice arrived before his tiny figure did. The purple color slithering out of his mouth, like a snake out of a barrel. He waved his arms frantically. "The kids won't stop smoking."

My boss was a shrimp of a man and I say this with as much politeness as I could muster. He was short and scrawny, the only real protection he could comfort himself with was the fact that he had a bat. A wooden bat that could crack a head open with one hit, but on occasion, some people's heads wouldn't crack. That was where I was called in. Let me tell you, this happened about 5 times per week. "Who is it this time?" I questioned through gritted teeth.

If it weren't for these people I could be at home with my feet kicked up and a plate of dangos on my lap. But I was here instead, with damp hair and a nightie shirt that hung a little too low.

Of course, there was nothing too see so I had nothing to worry about.

"Yuhiko and Jagger," His squeaky voice sent a disgusting green to float out of his mouth like bad breath.

I didn't respond. I stalked to the back of the café and propped my hand onto my hip, eyes staring the two boys down in what I hope was intimidation.

They were badass, had been since they first came here. They treated no one with respect and expected respect in return. Individually, they were nothing: just dark shadows lingering on the outskirts of your vision, but together, they were rebels. Revolutionists. And the funny thing was, one of them was deaf. It's just you'd never expect a deaf person to be so uncertified badass.

"What do you think you're doing?" I spoke fast, knowing that the words flowing out of my mouth were incomprehensive to Yuhiko. I did it on purpose.

"Smoking, obviously. " Jagger smirked and took another puff off his cigarette. "Dunce."

I could feel my anger rising. I really couldn't take this at 3 in the fucking morning. I was dealing with loss of sleep and they had the nerve to call me names. I had half the nerve to start fist pumping their faces in and spewing deaf jokes at Yuhiko.

"Obviously, but who do you think you are doing it in my café?" I pointed toward the sign in the front. "Can you read?"

Yuhiko scrunched his dark eyebrows together, creating a crease in his forehead. He lifted his hands slighty as if he was going to retort and then crashed his hands back down. He decided on settling for something classic. He simply raised one finger, a hand geasture that everyone knew.

Fuck you.

"I'm deaf that does not mean I am illiterate." His words came out slowly with deliberate silences between every word. The colors that followed his voice were dull greens and browns, short stabs of colors after each and every word. His face contorted into a smirk.

"I didn't say that!" I let out a loose breath. "I meant, get the hell out of here. Or do I have to spell that out for you?"

He didn't say or sign anything and for a minute I could have sworn he would've hurt me. He would've wrung his bony fingers around my neck and choked me until I turned blue in the face. I wouldn't put it past him, he had no limits.

The boy slowly took a drag of his cigarette, his lips forming a perfect 'O' as he let out a puff of smoke.

"Bitch."

And he dropped the cigarette bud onto the ground, just before him and his friend walked off.