Sakura, or the girl who had been named as such bent down, setting the dishes onto the table she was serving. Her red kimono went dangerously low and the man didn't hide that he was looking. She pulled up quickly, suddenly feeling very dirty. Her hand went up to her collar, pressing it tightly against her chest and her arm covered her breasts as best she could. He grinned a crooked smile at her and she smiled her polite 'waitress' smile back at him before walking back to the main desk.
She walked briskly, uneasily from table to table. Her voice disguising her weakness, her fear. This place feed on her fear, caused it. The moment she went near it or even saw it she got overwhelmingly afraid. She wasn't sure why.
Because she was so afraid of this place, she forced herself to work there.
She noticed a boy ,hardly a man sitting in a booth watching her. He was leaning back casually and all he had in front of him was a coffee. His hair was bright, an orange type color and hung limply on him, almost touching his shoulders. His blue eyes peicered and followed her.
At 9:00 her shift ended. She took off her cash apron and grabbed her bag, exiting through the back way. A hand grabbed her arm and she whirled around. This situation all to familiar although normally no one approached her.
And as expected it was him. The man...wait no, boy from the restraunt. His face looked surpisingly urgent and worried but his voice was deep and even.
"you don't belong here. You don't fit in at that restraunt, you stick out. Most of those waitresses double as prostitues. After they serve them their tea they take them to bed. You're not like that," his hand tightened on her arm without him realizing it.
Sakura glared at him, some boy coming up to her, acting as though he knew her, worried about her. What bullshit.
"What do you know? I could very well be off to someone elses apartment right now. And don't tell me where i belong. How would you know? You don't know me."
The boy's eyes turned sad and narrowed. "because i had a sister. She didn't look like you but she acted like you and you may be a stranger but i don't want what happened to her happen to you."
"what...happened to her?" she asked suddenly timidly.
"she's dead." he said shortly before letting go of her arm, slightly pushing her away and he walked blodly into the shadows, mystery following him. He was just another person she was bound to met and never see again.
And for once she was afraid of death again. She normally wasn't and hadn't been for awhile but the way he said it shook her. As if...as if..it wasn't only death but the worst possible kind.