Chapter 7: Destiny Entwinement
Cafes, always busy and filled with life. The people around you wouldn't care about what your talking about with your friends because it was simply always too noisy to even give a damn. Waitresses and waiters would walk about, filling out orders, giving out food, giving orders or just flirting perhaps. Aside from being the Neo Ark administrator, Sara Cypher, took a part time job as a head waitress, serving the happy people that came by with the exciting smiles on their face and awaiting the smell of rich, sweet coffee to fill their noses. The smell would intoxicate people...or maybe it was just the delicious sandwiches in the morning which were so finely made in this specific cafe. Small circular tables would be crowded full of people. The noise was peaceful and chaotic at the same time. Sara had to deal with this every Saturday, a routine by now, and she didn't mind. In fact she enjoyed the work, listening to people, talking to people and maybe making some new friends. In a white dress shirt and a black mini skirt, which was the usual stereotypical uniform in a cafe, Sara calmly walked to a round table as she would always do with other customers. However, this table had only one man seated in it. He wore a black short sleeved dress shirt, making his black slacks seem as though he were only wearing one thing. His hair was hidden under the grey top hat which he wore and his eyes were blocked by the pitch black shades on his face.
"May I take your order sir?" Sara asked in a kind, serene and welcoming voice. Taking out the pen from her skirt pocket, she clicked the top and readied the pen on a note pad that was also stored in her skirt pocket.
"Oh, yes! Cappeccino Mocha and a sandwich original please." The calmly said, while looking up and folding the colorless newspaper in his hands.
"Okay...one Cappeccino Mocha..." Sara mumbled under her breath while scribbling on the small not pad she held in her slender hands, "Is there anything else I can get you sir?"
"No thank you," He said with a small grin on his face.
"Hmmmm...come to think of it, I've never seen you around before. Are you new to Lakeside City?" She asked kindly, looking as young as her late twenties perhaps.
"Yeah, first time here. I heard they make fine coffee here!"
Sara giggled, only a little, "Well, you'll have to try it out yourself sir."
"I think I will...and please do stop calling me sir, makes me sound old. My name is Scion." He extended his arm out, pale fingers stretched out in a calm and friendly manner.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Scion, my name is Sara." She took his hand and shook it gently. Everything seemed fine with about the man, he didn't dress too bad and he seemed like a really nice guy. So why couldn't she shake the feeling that there was more to this guy than meets the eye. That the calm air around him was only a deception to his true intents. Sara had gotten used to making friends in the cafe, this situation wasn't any different from the ones before. Putting the feeling aside, Sara strode towards the kitchen, preparing the rich coffee for the kind man she had just met.
"Here you are sir...Scion...one Cappeccino Mocha!" The head waitress spoke in a childly and gentle manner.
"Thanks," He replied. Drinking the coffee immediately upon arrival. Taking a sip of the sweet, hot awakening tonic and enjoying the taste to the full extent. "Ahhhhh...haven't tasted coffee like this in ages. This is damn fine coffee, some of the best I've had." He stared at the cup as if he had discovered something miraculous that could end cancer, the look of excitement.
A gentle and sweet smile was cast across Sara's face as she giggled silently, "I'm glad you like it!"
"Marneas and Naomi reporting sir!" A female and a male form stood tall and saluted the man covered in the shadows of his own office. The man had quite long hair for a male, down to his neck that curled slightly on the ends. It was the color of metal when it was freshly made, a brilliant silver. His darkly tanned skin would contrast with his dark eyes. A long gruesome scar was engraved in his right cheek which would make it's way downwards along his neck and disappeared into his clothes. His clothes, also a dark color, a dark vest stitched on the edges with a grey short sleeved shirt underneath and dirty grey slacks. The man grinned calmly, "Well, I'll be damned sir, you've grown a couple inches since the last time we met." The man spoke in an odd mix of a slight british dialect with a tinge of irish accent in it. Turning towards the male stranger, the man with his long blonde hair had both hands in his pockets.
"I see you haven't changed at all Marneas. How is Naomi?"
"Oh, well, you know her! Always complaing about, in fact, princess seems to be agitated that you called her here." Marneas smiled slightly, the deep scar would move along with the motions of his mouth. The female called Naomi, who stood, hands clasped together in front of her with innocence, suddenly glared viciously at her male companion. Her light purple gown would flow to her ankles, ankles which wore thin sandals. She wore a small black vest over her upper torso, covering the top part of her godly figure.
"Stop calling me princess, you jerk!" The brunette snapped, Marneas merely chuckled.
"So how is her majesty and his heartlessness nowadays?" Putting a hand in his pocket and a calm grin on his face, Marneas was unaware of his companion, glaring and flaring about in his presence.
"Well, now that you bring up the topic-!" The tall blonde man was immediately cut off...once again by Marneas.
"Well speak of the devil!" Marneas smirked as another figure approached, entering the small room and making it's presence known.
"Whose in charge here!" A big gruff and booming voice would echoe through the cafe from a large muscular man. His large fist banged heavily down upon the round table in front of him almost like a hammer. The table would lurch over and break, spilling coffee and food of all sorts on the marble carved ground. Liquid brown coffee would flood the crevices in between each marble tile. A small slender figure would come out of the kitchen, moon-pale skin with light blue eyes. She would ask in a gentle voice.
"Is there something wrong sir?" She walked towards the wreckage where a round brown table once stood. Now a pile of broken wood and coffee spills in it's place. Sara glanced to the side, noticing Scion calmly sitting in a chair in front of the wreckage reading his newspaper.
"Yeah! The meat in my sandwich is stale! And I found an insect in my soup!" His loud booming voice would fill the whole cafe almost like a thunder storm striking the ground with it's roaring lightning. Sara was paying more attention to Scion's actions however. He would gaze up from his colorless newspaper and from underneath the dark shadows of his hat. She could make out the color of his eye, a strange glowing emerald green which directed it's odd icy gaze at the large and muscular man who stood just a couple inches away from him.
What an insignificant worm...he dares to interfere in my coffee time! How come I always come across these type of people with the same excuse everytime I recieve good coffee! It doesn't make any sense!
"I am terribly sorry sir..." The waitress bowed her head, letting her black hair tumble downwards, cascading towards the ground almost like a waterfall filled with shining black water. She immediately stood back up, straightening her posture, "How about I get you something else instead then?" Everyone was watching the scene that erupted about, including the staff. The big man made a sly grin, checking the waitress's build.
"Say, you have a pretty face..." His large hand made it's way towards Sara, almost trying to engulf her in it's grip. "How about we-aghhhhhhhh!" Suddenly a pale hand, much smaller than his arm, gripped firmly onto his wrist. A sudden pressure was applied which made the man squirm in pain.
"Yo, you owe me some coffee." It was Scion, his hand firmly gripped on the man's wrist who seemed to be in agony. "A shame really, such fine coffee ruined...maybe you have the money to pay me back as I am currently broke." His voice was calm, almost laid back was the mood he invoked. His other hand was holding the newspaper, snug and warmly folded in his left hand. Somehow, through extreme use of force, the man pulled his hand away. Enraged by the intruder, the large man walked, almost face to face had it not been for the height difference.
"And who the hell are you, you wuss!" He mumbled from under his grinding teeth. Scion casually, took off his opaque black shades, tipping the front of his top hat to reveal a puff of pure white hair, something that Sara, who stood behind Scion, could not have seen.
"Why, I'm just your average tourist in town! Can't ya tell?" He grinned. Glancing at the small white hair that dangled from underneath his top hat and his strange emerald green eyes, the man immediately went pale. Suddenly shaking with fear and eyes wide as ripe olives, he staggered towards the doorway of the cafe.
"Ah...ah...ah...right...uh...yes sir! Oh and heres the money, take it! Take it all! Please!" With that the man ran off, stumbling, tripping, but never looking back towards Scion. The fluttering ten credit bill that floated in the air for a moment was immediately picked up by Scion's pale hand.
An abrupt female voice seemed to interrupt him, everyone else went back to their own talks, despite the strange event that occurred. Still, it was not to say that things like this did not happen regularly in the cafe. "Scion you bastard! You said to wait for you at the airport! It's been over an hour you half-witted jerk!" A girl, casually dressed for the summer heat, called inside the cafe, her shoulder lengh golden hair would be illuminated even more by the sun outside the window.
"Oh, right...sorry! Got sidetracked a bit there, won't happen again Beatrice!" He smirked nervously, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry, about the mess, miss-!"
"Sara, please..." She interrupted with a smile.
"Sara...it was nice to talk to you and even better to taste the coffee," With that he waved goodbye while walking alongside the girl who had suddenly come barging in.
"Your flirting with women now, Scion? You can be such a problem child sometimes!" Beatrice yelled at the clearly older man.
"Nah, I was just chatting, ya know...making new friends! And tasting some great coffee..." Their conversation would fade away as they closed the cafe door behind them. Sara stood for a moment, with a gentle smile on her face, but her mind uneased.
That man...he looked familiar...but he's a strange guy...hope he'll be fine...She turned around, towards the kitchen doors, the everyday life for her would be back again. But...I can't shake the feeling that we'll meet again...