Me: Yay! I'm back!

Yami: How are the painters doing?

Me: Ah! How'd you get in here!? You're not coming into the story for… (Digs around in the rough draft) Aha! Um… Which chapter is this?

Yami: Let me see! (Grabs the piece of paper out of her hands and reads)

Me: Hey! Give that back!

Yami: X.x

Me: Tee hee, you grabbed the wrong paper! That one's a lemon I was THINKING about writing but you already know the plot…

Yami: (falls to his knees) Pleeeeeeease write the lemon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me: only if you do the disclamer.

Yami: (scowls) fine. VampireGirl-879 does not own anything, (mutters) Not even her own house.

Me: I HEARD THAT!!! (Chases Yami around the house)

Mom: QUIT RUNNING IN MY HOUSE!!!

Yami: TOLD YOU!!!!

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{Saiantul's POV (again)}

I stood up from where I was sitting on the bed. I looked up, there was never any ceiling, just a view of the outside world. Sydney's body was still sitting on the bench, her sister patiently waiting next to her. I let go of Sydney's hand, she didn't move, too deeply asleep to relize I wasn't there.

I was going to posses her body and get a job at the store she was in front of.

I had given her my word, after all.

But I didn't want her to get lonely, so I called Meki, my cat. A hairless cat strode in the door and asked, "Yes master?"

"Meki, stay with Sydney and make sure she doesn't get lonely, and tell her where she is if she wakes up and I'm not able to see her right away."

The cat took it all in stride. "Yes master." It said, and leaped on the bed and curled up next to Sydney.

As soon as Meki looked comfortable, I entered Sydney's body. It was a odd sensation, entering a body after I'd been in spirit form for so long. It was very weird being in a girl's body when you're a guy. I felt very foolish in the blue-and-white floral tank top and kaki shortsf. I waited a minute to get used to being in the body again, then stood up.

Madison stood up too. "Are we going into the store now Sydney?" She asked.

I looked at her and smiled, trying to copy the way Sydney was always nice to her. I'm not as perfect, and my smile is fake, but apparently I'm good enough to fool the little kid. Then again, she was very naïve.

"Yes, we are." I said, trying to imitate her voice too, but apparently failing, because the kid said,

"Sydney, your voice sounds weird, are you okay?" She looked up at me with eyes full of concern.

"I'm fine." I said, trying to soothe her.

"If you say so sis!" She said cheerfully. I guess she's more naïve than Sydney gives her credit for.

"Before we go in, you have to promise me something." I said.

"Okay, what is it sis?" She responded.

"Promise me you won't say anything and won't leave my side, no matter what, Okay?"

"I promise Sydney!" She said, totally trusting me. I nodded to let her know I heard.

I walked into the store, inside it was cool, and I shivered, not used to the cold. I had lived in Egypt, and that was before they invented air conditioning. The coolest you could get was in the shade. My spirit wasn't used to the cold, and that transferred Sydney's body, like my eye color and voice.

I looked around. The resturaunt wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty either, only half the booths were taken. A large chalkboard was placed so that it was the first thing you see when you walk in the door. All kinds of meals were placed on it, under a big heading that read "Specialties" I noticed there weren't a lot of meals on there right now, just three. Underneath the specialties were different ingredients, along with a quote saying, "If we know how to cook it, you'll eat it!" A lot of custimors had plates with random things on them, one had an omlet, another had grilled cheese and what looked to be a bowl of chowder. There was a podium next to us. On it was another chalkboard. Interested, I looked at it. It said,

"One entre: $10.00

Side: $5.00"

A girl was standing behind the podium. She looked over at us and said,

"Does your mother know you're in here?"

I looked at the brunnet. She meet my gaze coolly with blue eyes and waited for my answer. I walked up to her, avoiding some benches that were in the way. This was apparently the place were people wait to be seated. Madison trotted to keep up with my long strides. I walked right up to the girl and said,

"Yes, she does, now if you would be so kind, I would like to see your manager." I spoke in a polite yet somehow frightening tone, and the girl looked startled.

"Ah, um, yes m'am, right away." She hurried off, and I sat down on a bench to wait, Madison sitting beside me. The little girl looked worried, but stayed true to her promise and didn't talk. The girl came back and said,

"He's busy at the moment, so he can't leave his office, but you can see him there." She looked reluctant to lead me there, but I nodded my consent, and she started walking, expecting me to follow. I did, and we were lead into the kitchens. Three people were cooking on stoves.

I knew enough about stoves from Sydney's memories to cook on stoves, and I knew some modern reciepies to cook, from watching Sydney cook dinner for the family. It happened often, so much that Sydney was a very good chef, but she probably didn't acnowladge that, and considering how much I had put her down and criticized her on everything she did, I would be surprised if she had any self-confidence at all. I felt a pange of regret at that, but smothered it quickly, focusing on the task at hand.

The girl lead me to a man who was frying something on the stove, It looked like veggie stir-fry, something Sydney cooked often. I quickly relized he had put too much pepper in it, but I didn't comment. She said to the man, "Boss, here's the girl who wanted to see you."

The man looked up, evaluating me, then wiped his hand on his stained white apron and held it out to me. I shook it and looked him over. He was wearing a ugly yellow and blue plaid shirt underneath the apron and dirty blue jeans. He looked vaugly countryish, with his hair the color of straw and his eyes the color of a muddy pond. When he spoke though, his country origins were obvious.

"Well Howdy! Ma name is mista Shark, but y'all can call me Billy Bob. Dun, everyone else does. Why'd y'all want ta see me?" He asked in a upbeat country drawl. A sarcastic remark about his name rose in my throat, but I bit it down, and instead replied,

"My name is Sydney, but call me Sai." I said, asking him to call me by my nickname.

"Well Sai? Why'r you here?" He asked again.

"I would like to work here."

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Here I am again! Wow, two updates in two days! I must really have a lot of time.

Yami: well I appreciate it. The faster you write, the faster I can come in.

Me: Oh chill Yami. You come in not too long after this.

Yami: REALLY! Anyway, you better write that lemon.

Me: Tee Hee! I lied! I can't write a lemon! My mom would kill me!

Yami: You. Are. Dead. (banishes me to the shadow realm)

Me: (pops back from the shadow world) You can't banish me! I'm the authoress!

Yami: so.

Me: So if you banish me, you can't come into the story.

Yami: Crap.

Me: Review!

Yami: I still need people to send to the shadow realm!

Me: Send the people that read but don't review!

Yami: (thinks) Okay!