Chapter 6 – Coffee Shop Fiasco
Heather hurried to the female washroom, her face burning with humiliation. Akira saw her in the MALE washroom. AKIRA of all people. He KNEW she was a girl, no matter how boyish she looked. And he was surprised [chibi-Rukawa blinking, confused, and scratching his head]. What more can she expect.
Without lingering on his face any longer, she dashed for the female washroom. She prayed Akira thought she mistook the male's for the female's. Her brain wasn't at all functioning properly. She had never felt so red- handed.
'This is damn hard,' she mumbled, resting her back on the wall adjacent to the door. She was panting hard.
'AAAAHH! PERVERT!!!'
So the girls in the female comfort room were screaming.
*
'What's that all about?' Kaede asked Heather, looking at the direction of the comfort room.
*sweatdrop* Heather held up her hands and waved them awkwardly in the air. 'Nothing, nothing, probably they found a cat in the comfort room!' she explained clumsily. *Nicole made a mistake AGAIN…gahh…I'm sure those pesky females thought she was a guy* she thought, sighing.
*
Going to the comfort room had never been this hard for Nicole. Looking as if she just fought in WWII, she slumped to her chair and sighed, exhausted.
'Are you okay?' Kaede asked her, concerned.
*Well I am more concerned with what Akira thinks of me now* she replied mentally. She nodded to Kaede sheepishly. He was smiling at her now…and boy he had the most fabulous smile.
Little by little… she turned her head to Akira's direction, expecting so see a blush…or an uncomfortable grin.
But Akira was asleep.
*
Sendoh realized he was wrong.
Rukawa had just finished his iced tea after gobbling down three French toasts on the table and was currently dozing off on the table. The girls were looking at him as if he was some alien from outer space who accidentally popped all the Earth's sleeping pills into his mouth. And people who were passing by had their faces red, as if they were the ones mortified for the poor handsome but bizarre Japanese boy who mistook the table for his bed.
'Akira…Akira?' Sendoh felt utterly strange calling Rukawa by his own name.
Sendoh was extremely wrong. Rukawa DID NOT care females exist. All he cared about was himself, and his reputation. And he asked Sendoh to switch with him because he did not want to taint his beautiful name while in London. Because he did not want Nicole to think her penpal from Japan was a narcoleptic wacko. Because he was selfish!
That didn't make any sense at all…Rukawa NEVER cared if people saw him sleeping in public places. Why would he suddenly undergo an overnight change when he was meeting a girl in London?
'Wait…step back,' Sendoh said. He motioned the girls away as he took a step back himself to wake Rukawa up. 'Akira? Akira?' he prompted cautiously, tapping Rukawa on his back with his pointer finger. A bomb was about to explode.
Well thanks to Ms. Manager, who was fuming like she was a steam-powered train, she woke Rukawa up, all mad. 'Listen young man! I will not tolerate impudence on my coffee shop!' she yelled, storming toward Rukawa's direction.
'Uh oh…' Sendoh gulped. [chibi-Sendoh faced the girls with a shrug.]
Rukawa jerked awake, Sendoh and the girls just had to gasp with its suddenness. He scratched his head vigorously, staring sleepily at everyone's eyes focused on him. He had obviously caused a commotion among the customers of the shop. Then he slumped back to the table and snored.
'This coffee shop is not made to be a sleeping place for you sleepyhead!' she shouted at him darkly. 'Get up you rude bastard! Get up I say! I am this shop's manager and if you don't get up I'm going to call the police!'
Sendoh could imagine the veins popping out of her temples. He swallowed an invisible lump in his throat, anticipating the worst. The girls were dumbstruck, eyes wide as saucers as they stared at the fuss.
Suddenly Rukawa got up. He towered forebodingly over the shocked Ms. Manager. 'I don't give a damn who you are,' he began, narrowing his biologically narrowed eyes. 'I wont forgive anyone who disturbs my sleep.'
[I do wonder how he could narrow them still…tsk..tsk..tsk..]
'WHAT WAS THAT?' Ms. Manager had lost all self-control. Some customers of the shop had already fled.
Heather and Nicole fainted.
The rest…just imagine.
*
Nothing that extreme had happened. Sendoh managed to drag Rukawa out the coffee shop before he could do further damage to Ms. Manager, and the shop itself. What Rukawa did was pretty mild though; dunk that Ms. Manger's face into the basket of French toasts.
Well mild compared to what he did with his former teachers, give them a fracture or two…or just a black eye if they were lucky.
The three were panting as they reached the next block, save Rukawa who was stretching and yawning indifferently having woken up naturally from his precious sleep. At least he didn't throw a traumatizing fit this time.
He looked at his company and blinked, plastering that expression on his face, which Sendoh thought was a cross between indifferent and dumb.
'Good morning Akira…' Heather began.
Rukawa nodded, squinting up on the snow gently falling on afternoon London.
'I guess we can go now to the movie house,' Sendoh said. 'Peacefully,' he quickly added, looking at Rukawa.
'At least it's a safe place to sleep there,' Nicole remarked. 'Did you get enough sleep last night Akira? I'm sure you were just adjusting to London, it will soon pass.'
Nicole absolutely did not know anything about Rukawa. Sendoh was surprised he considered the two of them friends.
Heather hurried to the female washroom, her face burning with humiliation. Akira saw her in the MALE washroom. AKIRA of all people. He KNEW she was a girl, no matter how boyish she looked. And he was surprised [chibi-Rukawa blinking, confused, and scratching his head]. What more can she expect.
Without lingering on his face any longer, she dashed for the female washroom. She prayed Akira thought she mistook the male's for the female's. Her brain wasn't at all functioning properly. She had never felt so red- handed.
'This is damn hard,' she mumbled, resting her back on the wall adjacent to the door. She was panting hard.
'AAAAHH! PERVERT!!!'
So the girls in the female comfort room were screaming.
*
'What's that all about?' Kaede asked Heather, looking at the direction of the comfort room.
*sweatdrop* Heather held up her hands and waved them awkwardly in the air. 'Nothing, nothing, probably they found a cat in the comfort room!' she explained clumsily. *Nicole made a mistake AGAIN…gahh…I'm sure those pesky females thought she was a guy* she thought, sighing.
*
Going to the comfort room had never been this hard for Nicole. Looking as if she just fought in WWII, she slumped to her chair and sighed, exhausted.
'Are you okay?' Kaede asked her, concerned.
*Well I am more concerned with what Akira thinks of me now* she replied mentally. She nodded to Kaede sheepishly. He was smiling at her now…and boy he had the most fabulous smile.
Little by little… she turned her head to Akira's direction, expecting so see a blush…or an uncomfortable grin.
But Akira was asleep.
*
Sendoh realized he was wrong.
Rukawa had just finished his iced tea after gobbling down three French toasts on the table and was currently dozing off on the table. The girls were looking at him as if he was some alien from outer space who accidentally popped all the Earth's sleeping pills into his mouth. And people who were passing by had their faces red, as if they were the ones mortified for the poor handsome but bizarre Japanese boy who mistook the table for his bed.
'Akira…Akira?' Sendoh felt utterly strange calling Rukawa by his own name.
Sendoh was extremely wrong. Rukawa DID NOT care females exist. All he cared about was himself, and his reputation. And he asked Sendoh to switch with him because he did not want to taint his beautiful name while in London. Because he did not want Nicole to think her penpal from Japan was a narcoleptic wacko. Because he was selfish!
That didn't make any sense at all…Rukawa NEVER cared if people saw him sleeping in public places. Why would he suddenly undergo an overnight change when he was meeting a girl in London?
'Wait…step back,' Sendoh said. He motioned the girls away as he took a step back himself to wake Rukawa up. 'Akira? Akira?' he prompted cautiously, tapping Rukawa on his back with his pointer finger. A bomb was about to explode.
Well thanks to Ms. Manager, who was fuming like she was a steam-powered train, she woke Rukawa up, all mad. 'Listen young man! I will not tolerate impudence on my coffee shop!' she yelled, storming toward Rukawa's direction.
'Uh oh…' Sendoh gulped. [chibi-Sendoh faced the girls with a shrug.]
Rukawa jerked awake, Sendoh and the girls just had to gasp with its suddenness. He scratched his head vigorously, staring sleepily at everyone's eyes focused on him. He had obviously caused a commotion among the customers of the shop. Then he slumped back to the table and snored.
'This coffee shop is not made to be a sleeping place for you sleepyhead!' she shouted at him darkly. 'Get up you rude bastard! Get up I say! I am this shop's manager and if you don't get up I'm going to call the police!'
Sendoh could imagine the veins popping out of her temples. He swallowed an invisible lump in his throat, anticipating the worst. The girls were dumbstruck, eyes wide as saucers as they stared at the fuss.
Suddenly Rukawa got up. He towered forebodingly over the shocked Ms. Manager. 'I don't give a damn who you are,' he began, narrowing his biologically narrowed eyes. 'I wont forgive anyone who disturbs my sleep.'
[I do wonder how he could narrow them still…tsk..tsk..tsk..]
'WHAT WAS THAT?' Ms. Manager had lost all self-control. Some customers of the shop had already fled.
Heather and Nicole fainted.
The rest…just imagine.
*
Nothing that extreme had happened. Sendoh managed to drag Rukawa out the coffee shop before he could do further damage to Ms. Manager, and the shop itself. What Rukawa did was pretty mild though; dunk that Ms. Manger's face into the basket of French toasts.
Well mild compared to what he did with his former teachers, give them a fracture or two…or just a black eye if they were lucky.
The three were panting as they reached the next block, save Rukawa who was stretching and yawning indifferently having woken up naturally from his precious sleep. At least he didn't throw a traumatizing fit this time.
He looked at his company and blinked, plastering that expression on his face, which Sendoh thought was a cross between indifferent and dumb.
'Good morning Akira…' Heather began.
Rukawa nodded, squinting up on the snow gently falling on afternoon London.
'I guess we can go now to the movie house,' Sendoh said. 'Peacefully,' he quickly added, looking at Rukawa.
'At least it's a safe place to sleep there,' Nicole remarked. 'Did you get enough sleep last night Akira? I'm sure you were just adjusting to London, it will soon pass.'
Nicole absolutely did not know anything about Rukawa. Sendoh was surprised he considered the two of them friends.