Ohayo~! Chapter 2 is finally up! *cries* I wanted to post this around the Easter weekend, but I hit writers block about halfway T.T Coincidentally, I got my hair cut on the same day. Does hair=inspiration for me? Maybe .
Anyways, enjoy this chapter! I hope I'm not being too boring .

Chapter 2

"May I please take your order?"

"Coffee, coffee, tea, tea, large cherry parfait, and-"

"With extra cherries!" Miki shouted.

"And one lava cake-"

There was a loud thump from under the table. The tableware rattled.

"... Make that two." Finished Dell with a grimace.

"Is that all, nii-san?" Lea questioned.

"Yeah, now go." Dell growled.

Undaunted, Len sauntered off to fulfill their order. Dell hooked a finger under Haku's chin as soon as their blonde waiter/waitress left.

"That will leave a mark, Haku dear," Dell hissed into his girlfriend's ear, his voice seething with venom, "So I think you should apologize to me."

"N-no." Haku stammered out, terrified of her boyfriend's demeanor. Even after six months of this aura, she still wasn't used to this look on Dell's face.

Dell suddenly broke out in an uncharacteristic smile and pecked Haku on the cheek. "I love you too."

Haku melted into a puddle against her boyfriend, her long arms wrapping around his lean body, relieved that he wasn't mad at her. He had a very, very convincing tsundere act, and sometimes it was an actual rage stemming from Mikuo stealing his laptop rather than an act. Nobody could tell the difference, ever. At least, certainly not Haku.

"Uh... Guys? We're in public..?"

Dell glared at the white-haired boy with irises that smoldered like the cigarettes he smoked with twice the intensity, which was enough to silence Piko before returning Haku's affection with a kiss and nuzzle.

Piko sat awkwardly. Here he was in a cafe, with everybody giving too much public affection for his liking. He sighed. I might as well get used to it he sighed, defeated. If you can't beat them, join them.And with that, he gave Miki and big hug, surprising her with this sudden act of closeness.

"Piko?" Miki was startled; it wasn't normal for Piko to be doing anything beyond holding hands in public. Her brain ran at light speed, trying to calculate this new phenomenon before giving up and hugging him back awkwardly and wondering how many cherries Len-chan would give her.

Len's hands shook as he placed cherries on top of the parfait. Why is Piko here? He wondered absently. It's not like he followed me, right? He couldn't have. He was at home with Mikuo today! I swear if-

"Lenny-chan, I think that's enough cherries."

Len looked down at the pile of cherries that topped the glass, so many that if the glass wasn't transparent, it would look like simply a glass of cherries. But it's Miki. Miki could eat 3 of these with no problem. Len reasoned as he strode towards the coffee machine and poured two mugs of the dark solution. Wait, what if it was Miki that led Piko here? She know I live with him and Dell right? Len extracted a spoon of tea leaves from the box and placed it in the pot of hot water that was joined by two ornate teacups, standard ware for the cafe he worked at. Does Miki have anything against me? With that finishing thought, he hoisted up the tray that held all of the aforementioned items and carried it to its destination.

"Took you long enough." Dell growled. He snatched the coffee out of Len's pale hand and stared into its caffeinated blackness as the waitress set out the rest of the order on the table.

"... And one cherry parfait with extra cherries." Len set down the glass in front of the stunned redhead, who immediately cracked a large smile and attacked the treat with her spoon.

"Thamfk... Uu...lernee...chaaun." Miki mumbled through mouthfuls of cream and fruit. Piko smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry for my girlfriend's manners. She says thank you."

Len smiled his cutest waitress smile. "It's okay. Have a good stay nii-san~"

Piko gave a small smile as the waitress left before turning back to his girlfriend, who was very busy nomming her parfait. "That waitress is probably the only one who ever called me a boy before I told them I was." Piko commented.

Miki choked a little on the cream. Piko stared at her curiously.

"It's n-nothing." coughed Miki. She grabbed her tea and began drinking.

Piko sighed and sipped his tea, trying to look anywhere that wasn't Miki, Dell or Haku (Who were busy feeding each other pieces of lava cake, he noted.). His gaze eventually fell on the blonde waitress, who was clearing the tables after a customer who had just left. Curious, Piko took a closer look at her. Light blonde hair that was tied up into watermelon pink ribbons that went well with the red skirt. Piko wondered if he could ask her where this place bought the outfit, as he needed an anniversary gift idea.

"Has everybody enjoyed themselves?" Len asked.

Piko fell off his chair by the shock of being pulled out of his reverie.

"It was really good Lenny-chan!" Miki shouted. Then her face turned worried. "Do I have to pay?"

Len smiled, forgetting that half of the table held people he lived with. "Of course not, Miki. Your orders are on the shop today."

Miki's face lit up. "Yay! Arigato Lenny-chan! Now let's go Piko!" she jumped up and dragged her boyfriend out the door, onwards to who-knows-where. Haku and Dell groaned and dragged their feet out, leaving Len to clean to clean up Haku's spilled coffee. Not again... Len groaned.

Len sat down in the back room and stretched out his arms and legs. It was a pretty slow day today, but it had more than its share of excitement. Piko. he wondered. How the hell did you get here? The shota's mind pondered this ordeal for a while, only interrupted by the shadow that fell on him.

"It's time to go, Len-chan," Luka told him. "Or would you rather I let you stay for another shift?"

Len shot a smile back at her. "You know me, Luka-san. Any time." as he hopped off the couch and changed back into his street clothes, still nearly as fresh as they were this morning. While Len slipped them on, he had a random thought. I haven't grown in at least 5 years.His uniform-esque clothes that he had worn when he was still in his mid teens still fit him perfectly. Frustrated at this realization, Len waved goodbye to Luka before leaving for his house.

"Wait a second, Len-chan."

"Yes Luka-san?"

"Didn't you want to see your new outfit?"

Len was surprised that he had completely forgotten about his request to Luka. He dropped his bag beside the door and was greeted by Luka's latest masterpiece- a mountain of tiered black silk and satin, edged in white. The skirt flared out from behind, leaving the front to be quite short. The body was simple, a fitted black top that left his shoulders bare and had puffy flanges that went around his upper arms. Midnight black long gloves and stockings with a garter were also present. Len was stunned. "It's beautiful." he breathed.

Luka smiled. "I'm glad you like it. Wanna try it on?"

Miki was having lots and lots of fun. Piko on the other hand was pulling down the skirt he had on. Why did he have to be in love with a girl that used him as a model?

"Stop pulling down the skirt Piko," Miki warned, "You're going to ruin it, and then it'll be yours. Then I'll make you wear it."

Piko blushed and smoothed down the pleats in the short skirt. It only went down to mid-thigh, making the garment extremely short by his standards. It was also sky blue and hemmed with lace. The blouse was white-gold and trimmed with darker gold patterns around the sleeves. The whole ensemble was elegant, airy and brought a blush to Piko's face when he looked in the mirror.

His deep thought process was cut short by a loud clap.

"It's perfect!" Mik squealed. Her hands fussed with the collar a bit and she stepped back to admire her work.

Piko looked in the mirror. I look more girly than usual.. Was his only thought as his blush grew. Miki ignored this and brought up a chair, sitting her boyfriend down in front of her vanity and taking a brush to his hair.

"You should grow your hair out more, Piko." she crooned. "It would look good on you."

Piko stayed obstinately silent. He was too busy trying not to notice that his underwear had been replaced by the softness of pink silk panties- an option that he had grudgingly given into. When Miki wanted him to do something, it was go all the way or not at all. In this case, 'all the way' meant panties, stuffed bra and light makeup- enough to make Piko think that every time she dressed him up, they were going to go out to somewhere fancy and have a fun time.

Miki was still murmuring into his ear, something about his hair again. "But keep your ahoge. It makes you look shorter and cuter. Are you even listening to me?"

Piko nodded slightly. "Something about keeping my ahoge, that thing that makes me look short?"

Miki smacked the back of his head, causing Piko to rock forward. "No, I said keep it because it's cute. For that, you're wearing this home."

Piko turned his head in disbelief, his ahoge bouncing uncontrollably after hearing her order. She did not just say that. "What?"

Miki smiled lightly, her innocent face hiding any and all signs of deceit. "Yes Piko, now you have more clothes in your wardrobe." She cheekily continued. "So go home now, and show everybody how good you look in a skirt." She winked.

Piko felt his face heat up a little. "But Miki-tan... Shouldn't I... You know.. Change back first?" He requested hopefully, praying to kami for a miracle.

Miki blew his request out of the sky and proceeded to stuff his clothes into her laundry bin. "Oops, it looks like your clothes are dirty, Piko-tan~" She told him. "Now let's go to your house!"

Piko's lasting thought as he was dragged out the door: Oh, crap...

Len admired himself in the full-body mirror, letting his hips sway a little to make the dress that he wore swish side to side with the rhythm of his movement. Taking a few tentative steps to the side and backwards, he gave an experimental twirl before letting the train behind him settle down, earning a small applause from Luka. "How does it feel Len-chan?" She inquired.

Len stopped twirling for a moment, setting his sky blue eyes that gleamed back in excitement and enthusiasm to the pinkette. "I love it Luka-san!"

Luka gave a sigh of relief. I'm glad he likes it, she thought, it's a step up for him, I think. she looked the outfit over with her critical eye. Its shorter than he's used to, she noted, but at least he doesn't mind.She became aware that the blonde boy was looking at her with a questioning look. "What?"

Len continued to stare at Luka with the same curiosity in his eyes. "You still haven't told me anything else about Friday yet. What are you hiding?" he maintained his innocent eyes, turning his shota persuasion powers up to 9000.

Luka's left eye twitched as she tried to resist the boy's skill. After a year of this, you'd think she'd have some sort of resistance, but no. She was just as vulnerable from day one, when Len asked why he couldn't work Friday nights. "Se~cr~et" she managed through gritted teeth.

Len stopped, pleased at his progress. he didn't want Luka to build a resistance on his charms or anything like that. The 'shota stare' was his greatest asset, and he never forgot the value of having somebody at tears from opening his eyes a little more and pouting. "Okay Luka-san. Can I change back now? My shoulders are getting cold."

Luka recovered slowly, booming several times before responding with a coherent answer. "Alright Len-chan. See you next week?"

Len slipped off his gloves and pulled the curtain around his form, leaving only the illuminated silhouette to be seen through the thin fabric. "Of course, Luka-san." he paused for a moment to work off the bodice. "Did you hire a new waitress?" len inquired as he stripped off the rest of his clothes.

"Yes." Luka answered. "I believe his name is Piko. You can ask Miku about all the details, she's the one who recruited him."

Len closed his eyes to prevent them from popping out of their sockets. Piko works here now?His bewildered brain managed to churn out another sentence. "W-when does he start?"

Luka stared at the curtain that separated he and the half-naked blonde. "How did you know Piko was a male?" Surprise permeated through her tone.

Len resisted the urge to smash his head into the changeroom wall. "Lucky guess." he muttered before he finished adjusting his shirt. Pulling the curtain aside, he picked up his bag. "I'm going to go now Luka-san. See you...?"

"I'll call you."

"All right. Bye Luka-san~"

I never asked her when Piko would be coming... Len noticed as his bus left for the apartment. I guess I'll just have to ask him when I get home.

So... Seeing that I'm essentially out of inspiration and self-esteem at the current moment, there's no way of telling when I'll post the next chapter . exams are coming up, so maybe... Dunno. Maybe a month? *hopes* ^.^" I'm going to bed nao. BYES.
-Iso