Another chapter has arrived! I wasn't sure about which days to update the story, so I thought about maybe posting chapters on Fridays, even if I'm off on one of those days. This has been beta-read by the help of one of my good friends over at Tumblr, vanilla0chinchilla, so kudos to her! BTW, if you like to help me out with some beta-reading, PM me, I wouldn't mind.

But either way, enjoy this chapter! And if you don't like, don't read.

Chapter Two — Visiting Again

My sleep was interrupted by the sound of my alarm clock beeping so loudly. I tried to ignore it, but it just wouldn't stop.

"Fuck off…" I whispered drowsily as I pressed the snooze button.

When that was done I looked at the time.

It was 7:30.

I immediately jumped off of my bed. I'm late for work again! Damn it, why does this keep happening to me!? I got off of bed and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. While I was making my morning coffee, I put on my crappy worker's uniform. It was anything but though. Just a yellow shirt with brown pants and a red apron that reads, "Farmer's General". Yeah, that was the name of the store I work at, and it wasn't no paradise as I thought…

After eating my breakfast, I decided to put the rest of my coffee in my traveling cup for work. If I wanted to stay awake and not be pestered by my boss, then this would be the only solution.

I then closed the door and made my way downstairs. Boy was this going to be a long day…

I fucking hate my job.

I really fucking do. The manager is an asshole, the pay-days were total lies, so I end up getting less money. And apparently, I was the only one working at this store. This place is probably not well known, but I could understand though. It was just a typical grocery store in the streets, there's practically plenty of them scattered throughout. But I would take a job at any of them rather than Farmer's General.

Rushing quickly as ever, I made my way to the store, slamming the door open. I was able to catch my breath before taking off my scarf and jacket.

"Late again, eh young bastard?"

I groaned loudly over that familiar voice. That voice I want to shut up at every second it speaks. It belonged to my boss. My shit boss to be exact, Mr. Johnson. He seems to be a pretty old guy, but he's actually in his 50s. I heard that he used to be married before his wife passed away from an illness. Sometimes I wonder if that's why he's such a hardass…

"Oh, sorry I was late Mr. Johnson." I said, trying to sound at least apologetic. "I—"

"Eh, shut your mouth and get to work already." My boss interrupted me. "I don't give a damn if you've been gone or hit by a car or something. Just start getting to the cashier." He then walked his way back to his office.

"Bastard…" I whispered quietly after he shut the door. God I hate that guy.

A few hours later, work has been a bit tiring so far. It wasn't that busy but there have been a few people coming in and out of the store. I was still in cashier duty for today and tomorrow. While for the rest of the week, I'm in for sweeping the floors and moving some items. All of that just for a few bucks when pay day comes.

Fucking load.

But since my boss was still in his office, I decided to be a bit sneaky and take a break. Finding the TV remote, I spotted the old TV pinned to the wall and turned it on. There was apparently a breaking news report about a familiar issue. I turned up the volume for what's going on…

"Another bank robbery has struck into the local bank in the city. Police are still trying their best to figure out the ones responsible for these crimes. One eye witness said that they appear to be wearing ski masks and black tuxedos."

Since the past month, there were these bank robberies that's been happening lately. And now, some stores may be targeted as well. I wouldn't be surprised if this store got robbed. But why would some robbers wear tuxedos? Must have their own weird style I suppose.

I then laid back on my chair while laying my feet on the desk. Damn, I just needed to relax for once. But before I could, I spotted someone from across the street. I sat up and looked closely from afar. It was apparently a woman, but I could only see her back. And she has long, blue hair…

My heart started to beat faster than ever.

Was that actually Ms. Frost? The same babe from the nightclub?

It must be her, but I wasn't sure if it was. I decided to look closer until I was hit with a can of tomato sauce to the side of my face. I fell to the floor in pain, wincing and cursing. I then spotted Mr. Johnson standing in front of me, looking pissed as hell.

"What the fuck was that for!?" I shouted at him, rubbing the pain in my left cheek.

"Ya think you can just laze around from your job, jackass!?" He hissed. "Get your lazy ass up and move back to work! Or else you're fired!"

I started to growl at this guy once he went back to his office. Lazy bastard…

After work was finally over, I left the place without a word and went back to my apartment. Damn that shit boss. The bruise on my left cheek was getting worse. Not only that, but there was also a scar as well. Thank god I have some cream to rub it off. After taking care of that fucking bruise, I put on my pajamas and walked to my living room.

I looked at the time from my clock. It was only 8:30. I suppose that I could making something to eat.

Walking over to my fridge, I looked inside as it wasn't much. I knew that I could at least take some items from Farmer's General. But apparently my shit boss says that I can't take items from the store. That sucks ass since I do work there, but I digress. Maybe tomorrow, I get buy some items from another store. And seeing how little money I have, I at least need to get something that's cheap. But thankfully, there's some microwavable takoyaki in the freezer. Thank god there's some edible stuff left!

I took out the takoyaki and put it in the fridge, setting it for two minutes. While it was heating up, I sat on my couch to at least watch some TV to keep me company.

After I finished my dinner, I kept thinking about that Ms. Frost babe again. I wasn't sure if the lady I saw earlier was actually her. I mean, she had blue hair, but I wasn't able to see her face. Maybe I was just seeing things. But however, I at least want to know more about her. When I saw her face and listened to her sexy voice, then I knew that I wanted to meet her in person. But it may not be easy though. The babe seems to be mysterious as ever.

I then got up from my bed. I'm gonna go back there again.

At exactly 11:30, I left my apartment and went outside to visit the nightclub again. Since the cold air was getting worse, I wore a nice jacket to keep me warm. I understand though now that its winter time, and Christmas was slowly approaching. I wonder what I should do that time. Maybe see my brothers again?

I then went my way into the dark alleyway and spotted the neon signs before me. This was the place. I came down the small hallway and made it to the hall. I was a bit surprised. It was apparently crowded tonight. Unlike the last time I came here where there was some people, this time it was almost full. At first I wanted to play some cards at the poker table, but maybe another time. Right now, I just needed another drink.

I walked down to the bar and sat down on one of the stools. The same bartender appeared from before and gave me a smile. "Well, you came back again." He said.

I couldn't help but pull out a small smile. "Heh, I guess I have."

"Is there anything you want this time?"

The rested my arms on the table. "A glass of beer, with ice."

The bartender nodded as he started to prepare my drink for me. While he was busy, I looked around the place. Damn, it was really crowded in here. I even noticed that this Ichiya Moshimoto guy wasn't here from the balcony. Maybe he went off somewhere? I thanked the bartender once I received my drink. As I was taking a sip, the spotlights were shining on the stage again.

She was here…

Ms. Frost walked in from backstage, and looked sexier than yesterday. Her hair was loose, revealing her flowing cerulean locks, and she was wearing a nice, black cocktail dress. My god was she beautiful. Holding on to the microphone, she started to sing with a different song this time. Her hypnotic voice was so good, it made want to be turned on at some point. It even sounded rather peaceful. I guess I needed that after what happened at work earlier.

After she was finished singing, everyone cheered for her. I started to clap too, but the other men that I sat with were in the way. I couldn't even see her, so I got up instead. As on cue, she looked at me again, and I looked back. She giggled at me and then blew an air kiss before leaving the stage. I started to blush and then left the nightclub.

I'm already in love with her.