Chapter: Words that cut like glass
THIS TAKES PLACE SHORTLY AFTER VOL. 5
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Text Key:
'Thoughts'
"Talking"
Dreams
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"Sure, coming right up..."
Came the response of Mahiru Shiraishi, junior in high school, and part time waitress at the Moon Shine Night Club. She hastily places the pen behind her ear and walks through the swinging kitchen doors, inside is a busy Akira, Cooking up a storm.
'He gets so into his cooking it's like nothing else exists' she thinks, suppressing a laugh when he hardly flinches as she enters. But soon he notices her from the corner of his eye and a puppy-like grin stretches across his face.
"Hey Mahiru!" Two ears pop up and a tail wags madly behind him. "Hey, Akira." she states as she places the order on the counter next to him. Immiediatly his ears and tail droop and he lays his chin on the smooth marble surface.
"Awww... not another one! I'm swamped as it is!" (TT.TT) he pouts glaring at the piece of paper as if it was its fault for ordering itself. "Another teusday night at the Moon Shine" she sighs, Mahiru didn't know what it was, but latley she had be a bit depressed. Akira's caring nature kicked in as he shifted his attention to mahiru's discontent instead of his own. Just like a dog he knew exactly when his friends were feeling sad, or happy, sort of a canine sixth sense. "Mahiru-chan? You look sad... anything I can do?" mahiru was about to reply when akira burst out. "Is it my fault? did I make you mad! causeifImadeyoumad breath imsorryandforgiveme! I know what you need! chocolate! Ill make you a cake!" "It's ok! Akira! Im just tiered is all!" she lied, but it seemed to be a good enough exscuse for akira seeing as he picked up the order she had given him and began pulling out numerouse ingrediants. Not wanting him to get all worked up again she left him to his cooking and went back to waiting tables.
A women had just been seated near the front and as Mahiru approached, the woman just kept staring absently over towards the bar. Until she noticed Mahiru wating to take her order. "Hello, My name's Mahiru and I'll be your server tonight, can I start you off with a drink?" she waited, pen and pad raised, but instead of an order the women pulled the pad down so she was looking eye to eye with her. "Oh, yes darling in a moment, but before you do, could you tell me the name of that boy over there at the bar?" she crooned in a uncomfortably seductive voice. "Erm...Nani?" she replied, as if she had been speaking to her in another language. "The boy... behind the bar." she said impatiently, "What's his name?" her eyebrow cocked as she gave mahiru a 'well, I'm waiting' look. "Him?" Mahiru pointed over at Misoka who gave her a confused glance and continued going about wiping the table. "No, no ,no! Him!" she said even more agitated. Mahiru looked at the other end of the bar where Mitsuru was placing the last glasses back into the cabnet, and as if feeling their eyes on his back he turned, only to give Mahiru a malicious glare.
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"damn girl..." he growled under his breath as Mahiru looked sharply away to avoid his gaze. He sighs and leans against the wall behind the counter. For some reason tonight he was even grumpier than usual, and the only person he could take it out on without fear of being killed (misoka) Teased (Nozomu) or made giulty (akira) was Mahiru. It was allways easy to push her around, but tonight even that seemed to just annoy him. Shutting his eyes tightly he tries to drown out the noise of the scene around him.
"You know,... you shouldn't do that... Mitsuru." He cocked one eye open as Misoka's voice shot through him like an icy arrow. He had walked over to get another rag when he witnessed the interaction between the two. "Do what?" he said grouchily. The light flashes over misoka's glasses and for a moment you see his usually slitted and calm eyes open the slightest bit, and glaring up at misturu. "You know very well what. You shouldn't disrespect the princess. she's given you alot of grace for all the grief you've given her, but, as she so stated herself a few weeks ago. 'Even panadas get mad if you push them too far' " Mitsuru glared out of the corner of his eye towards mahiru who, at the moment, was either deep in conversation with this women or taking a really long and animated order.
"Stupid Princess... she's nothing but a damn girl." Misoka chuckled and as he began to walk over to his origonal post, stated," That wasn't your opinion at the moon place, if I recall correctly" Mitsuru glared daggers into the back of misoka's head, but the fox didn't turn to continue his argument. A moments weakness, not like I care about the bitch! if I left her I would've never heard the end of it... plus, without her, our best teardrop hunting tool is gone' he reassured himself, reminded of their last trip to the moon palace. Mahiru had been summoned there to try and heal the empress, but unfortunately she died during a session with Mahiru. Lord Shirogane had been led to believe she was still alive and none the less, held Mahiru hostage for more sessions. He had ... Erm... APPEARED! to be worried for the damn girl, and Misoka never let him forget it.
Suddenly an ominous feeling spread throughout the room, and many a low snarl could be heard from each table occupied by a female of any sort. Mitsuru let out a groan when he saw what it was. In the front of the room Nozomu had finished his song just as mahiru had finished telling the women Mitsuru's name and taking her order. In one swift move he gave her a rather intimate hug from behind. Mahiru could feel every women in the bar staring at her and if looks could kill she would've been dead about 23 times. "Heeeeeey! Princess! how are we this evening?" He did this every night and it drove her insane, partly because she never could tell if he was kidding or not, but mostly because now whenever she went to take orders she would be asked the same question at each table... 'soo,... that your boyfriend up there?' then after glaring at her she woud have to give them a lengthy and rather confusing explanation of how they were just close friends. 'I think he just does it to get attention.
"Mahiru? Mahiiiiiiiru? Wake up chicky!" Mahiru had drifted away in her thoughts, and had not realized Nozomu had let go of her and was now waving his hand up in down in front of her face. "Owa!" she snapped back as Nozomu said the last part. "Sorry Nozomu I just-" but he cut her off "I know I know, I have that kind of effect on women, its perfectly natural."
"WHA? bu-but thats- no, NOZOMU!" she groaned as he ignored her and climbed back up on stage. Katsura (which at the moment is female) struck a few low notes before Nozomu started singing again.
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Clank! the glasses made an annoying sound as Akira set them down on the counter in front of Mitsuru. Warm water dripped all over the bar from the glasses," There's more where they came from, I'll bring em' out when you're done with these." He managed to say in a surprisingly cheerful voice for someone who had just washed a mountain of dishes and cooked about fifteen meals. "What the hell are all these people doing here on a god damned Teusday night!" Mitsuru swore under his breath and began drying a glass. Akira gave him a 'Are you kidding!' look, but when Mitsuru just returned it with his ever famous death glare, Akira decided the tengu really didn't know. "Tanabata... Thursday is tanabata night. The city is allways packed with tourists this time of july."
Mitsuru cringed at the name," Tananbata, huh? what a utterly stupid holiday. If these people had any brains whatsoever they'd fucking go home." he wiped the side of the glass and set it down on the table roughly.
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"Here's your recipt Ma'am" The woman who Mahiru had been talking to earlier had finished her Merlot and got up, immiediatly making a B-line over towards the bar... and Mitsuru. "So... Mitsuru is it?" she said in a sensual tone, before sitting at one of the bar stools. across the room the effect of what she had just done finally sunk in... 'oh dear... please Mitsuru don't explode.' Mitsuru looked up from his chore, setting the glass he had back on the tray where it just got wet again. "Do I know you?" he said annoyed, "No, but that waitress over there was quite helpful." she said pointing towards Mahiru who went stark white, and waved sheepishly at him before scurrying to a nearby table to busy herself. "Although, we can fix that." she cooed and reached a hand over to rest on his shoulder. With a growl he shrugged it off and for about the ump-teenth time tonight stared menacingly at Mahiru. The woman purposly taking the opposite impression, laughed under her breath. "Oh, forgive me, are you two a couple? I wouldn't want to intrude."
That was it... Mitsuru had had it, and he did what he usually did when someone pushed him too far... explode. "Look you! I don't know what you want and frankly I don't give a rat's ass, and as for the damn girl she might as well be dead for all I care!" He screamed at the woman, slamming his fist down on the counter and knocking the dry glass he had put their earlier, shattering to the ground. "Oh! you bastard look what you've done!" she brandished a small cut on her ankle from the glass before storming out. Mitsuru jumped over the counter and bent down to pick up the larger shards of glass. By now the whole bar was staring at him,... except for one person... Mahiru.
She didn't need to hear a name she knew the person he had been screaming about, and that was her. And no matter how many times he threatened her or teased her, or was just down right horrible to her, she would fight back the tears and go about her business. But tonight... why? why of all nights tonight? she was already on the verge of depression before his outburst. Not taking her eyes off the floor she walks quietly over and begins helping to clean up the shattered glass, but as soon as she bent and grabbed a shard in her hand she felt a strong hand grab her shoulder and throw her backwards. "Damnit! stay out of my way!" Mahiru wasn't about to give up just yet, over the years she had been with the lunar race her confidence had grown immensly, enough to allow her to argue with the amazingly stubborn tengu, anyway.
So picking herself up she stared into his threateningly deep eyes "but- let me help." she said the last part a little more forcibley. "God DAMN IT I SAID GO! we have other tools for this sort of work, I don't need you! Stupid girl!" The thing Mahiru did next made even Misoka look up from his work. "DAMN IT MITSURU! FINE! Clean it up yourself!" with that she stormed off around the corner and down the hallway towards her bedroom. "d-did... mahiru... did Mahiru curse?" Akira said from hiding behind the kitchen door.
oops, didn't realize exactl how long it was XD oh well. hope you liked it. next chappie comin soon! and thanks so much to all of you who have been giving productive criticism, it's helping alot.