"Thanks and have a nice day," said Hige cheerfully as he handed hopefully the last customer of his shift their iced mocha latte.

"Geez," he sighed when the woman had finally left the shop, which was now void of customers. "Who would have thought that coffee was so essential."

"Just be glad the rush hour is over," breathed Kiba, wiping his apron across his brow. "I mean, we can pretty much count on a four hour break."

Hige nodded and grabbed a small cup and poured himself some plain, black coffee. "Well, still. This is completely insane."

"No, what's insane is that you drink your coffee black." Kiba grabbed an iced green tea from the small refrigerator where they kept milk, energy drinks, and sodas. "It's way too bitter."

"It's called strong, Kiba." Hige pulled out a chair from one of the tables near the register. "A much better pick me up than anything else. Caffine is, like, God."

"I agree with you on that," Kiba said loudly, with a mock "here here" tone in his voice.

"Kiba, you dumbass, " sighed Hige. "That green tea is decaffinated."

"And?" Kiba screwed the cap back on the bottle and looked at the label, which did indeed declare the contents decaffinated. "I can still agree with you."

Hige shrugged and looked back out the window as people passed by, not bothering to stop in because they would be late for work otherwise.

"Besides," Kiba leaned in on the table. "I would leave it to you to know about food."

Hige felt his eye twitch in irritation. "Are you calling me fat?" He glared at Kiba. Sure, he'd known the guy for a few months and he was pretty cool, but cool did not cancel out weird.

"No," said Kiba defensively. "Personally I think you're just the right size. More cushion for the pushin'."

"Kiba, I am this close from kicking you," Hige crossed his arms across his chest. This was just getting a little too crazy for his liking, and Kiba was going to stop dicking around and get to the point.

"Naw, what I meant by the food comment is," Kiba looked off into space, as if in thought. "Well, never mind, you'll think I'm nuts."

Hige rolled his eyes and didn't even bother sighing. "Look, I won't think you're nuts, okay?"

"Alright," said Kiba. "Now, you just can't spazz out at me when I tell you." Hige continued to look rather bored and irritated. "Ok, ok. I knew you in a past life."

"Kiba, that's-"

Kiba put up his hand. "Nope, you said you wouldn't call me nuts. Just here me out. When Cheza was...healthy...she was kind of a medium."

"You mean like a psychic?"

"Yeah. It was amazing! Like when I first met her, her eyes lit up and we just connected. Then she told me everything about our past lives together and she said that there were others."

"Others?" Hige looked at him curiously. "How many others exactly? And other whats?"

"Well, you see, that's the thing. In our past lives, we were wolves. And we were searching for Paradise."

Hige raised an eyebrow, but continued to listen, mildly intrigued. He had to admit, it didn't sound too farfetched, but he wasn't sure why exactly.

"There was you, me, Cheza, and three others. One girl and two boys."

"And let me guess," sighed Hige. "You have no idea who these others are?"

Kiba shook his head. "Nope. Not a clue. Cheza could point them out on sight. She pointed you out to me."

"I never met Cheza." Hige shook his head, confused.

"No, you didn't. But do you remember the day I came in to get an application?"

Hige shook his head. "Vaguely. Wait, the girl who was in here with you. She was kind of frail, had pinkish hair and smelled like flowers. Was that Cheza?" Kiba nodded.

Hige pieced it all together in his mind. Somehow it all made sense, but at the same time he wasn't exactly sure how.

"I'm guessing you believe me?" asked Kiba, taking a sip of his tea, now that the conversation had lightened.

Hige shrugged, then stood up and tossed his remaining coffee in the trash since it had gotten cold. "I have no reason not to. Besides, I need to sort things out."

"Like what?"

"I want to find out who the others are."

Kiba simply shook his head. "Look, there isn't really any way you'll be able to do that."

Hige turned to face him and crossed his arms over his chest. It was only after lunch and he was already irritated. "Oh really? I'll figure something out."

"But Hige, that's a little-" Kiba heard the little bell placed over the door tinkle and stopped mid-sentence.

"Hige, I really need your help on this one!" Christie came bounding through the door, her long blond pony tail bouncing like a 5th graders, as if eager to tell a secret she'd just learned on the play ground.

Kiba gave her a look of pure annoyance, while Hige simply shrugged as if to say 'you get used to it'.

"Look, Hige, Blue is really pissed off at me." Christie leaned against the counter. "I mean, how do you deal with her when she's irritated?"

"Geez, Hige, you really do have a problem with ex girlfriend's, don't you," added Kiba.

Christie glared at him. "Look, I don't know who you are, but shut up. You don't even know Blue." Christie turned back towards Hige, hoping for an answer.

"Well," Hige thought for a few seconds. "It depends. Was she crying? Because if she's crying, then hugging and talking sweetly works well. If she was fuming mad, then space is a good idea. And an apology."

"Oh, alright." Christie beamed. "Well, I'll definitely be apologizing to her then."

"Why? What happened?"

Christie sighed. "Let's just say you both are very complicated people who need to figure out what you want. Bye!" Christie strut out of the coffee shop with her newly found advice, leaving Hige quite flustered. That had to be the most intelligent thing he'd ever heard her say.

"Geez, Hige, why do you look so surprised?" Kiba asked, flicking Hige's forehead with his fore and his middle fingers.

"No reason. Christie just isn't famous for her smart remarks."

"I see." Kiba looked around and saw that no one was there. "So, this Blue chick. I'm guessing she's an ex girlfriend?"

Hige sighed and nodded. Honestly, he was getting rather tired of everyone associating the two of them together so often. It was almost like he wasn't even his own person any more.

"Is she good looking?"

Hige smacked the counter and glared at Kiba. "Look, don't be telling me that I should turn gay one night and then the next day be asking me if my ex girlfriend is hott. She's amazing if that's a good enough answer for you."

Kiba shrugged. "There are good points about being bi you know."

Author's Note: Hey everyone! Gah, I tried so hard to make this chapter long, I did! I actually thought it was pretty long and then I uploaded it, looked at the word count and was like "WTF?" Anyways, I was told by Sora that she wanted to hear more about their past lives. And I decided that, hey, it would toss things up a bit, even more than things are being tossed. xD So, leave reviews, suggestions, anything! If you as a question, I'll reply to you directly. Thanks for reading!