It was set.
Zakuro was leaning on her car, staring at the entrance to cafe mew mew. If all went well, it would be her last day.
She had spent hours carefully planning safe conversations and routes. She was going to be in and out without even seeing hide nor hair of Keiichiro.
"Wait here," Zakuro told her driver. He just nodded.
With a deep breath, Zakuro headed towards the cafe. She was going to go around back. The grass was lovely in the sun, and the whole cafe looked calm and beautiful. Zakuro was almost sorry that it was her last day. ALMOST.
She headed behind the building, carefully opening the back door and sticking her head in. Nothing stood in her way. So Zakuro carefully slipped inside and headed for the lab, all the while listening for the sound of footsteps. None came, so she stalked silently on. Slowly she began to grow careless. Bad idea.
It was finished.
Keiichiro stared at his creation in wonderment. It was a chocolate tart, the perfect thing to apologize to Zakuro with. On the top, he'd even written 'Gomen'(Sorry) in chocolate icing. All in all the tart was perfect.
Now, all he had to do was find Zakuro.
He began down the hall, humming softly as he neared the spot where the 'incident' occured. Except just as he turned the corner, towards the back where Zakuro usually rested when the cafe was crowded, he bumped into someone and fell to the ground.
Unfortunately, this person was wearing a skirt. And from his position, Keiichiro could clearly see straight up it.
Just for the record, Zakuro was wearing a new pair of underwear.
"PERVERT!" she screamed, assessing the situation quickly and slapping Keiichiro.
"Zakuro-san! Wait, I can explain!" he cried. "I swear, it was an accident! I didn't mean to walk in on you yesterday!" at this, Zakuro turned an odd shade of purple.
Keiichiro turned around. What he saw was not a nice sight.
Minto was standing there, looking about ready to kill him. "YOU FREAK!" She screamed. Keiichiro recieved another red handprint on his cheek. Geez. Fangirls.
"No, wait!" cried Keiichiro for a second time. "That sounded bad, I know, but it wasn't what you're thinking, honest!"
Today was gonna be a crappy day.
Zakuro couldn't believe it. Her plan had failed. She had run smack into Keiichiro. And he'd had the nerve to look up her skirt. What was next?
She could just hear someone hissing in her ear and grabbing her...
Zakuro shuddered and woke up. Minto was screeching at Keiichiro, who was making a desperate attempt to grab something that had fallen in the corner of the hallway. Zakuro almost laughed. They looked ridiculous, sitting there and arguing. Well, Keiichiro was sitting. Minto was standing and looking disgusted.
Could things get any worse?
But then Zakuro noticed something. It appeared to be the thing Keiichiro was trying to grab. Zakuro headed over to it, ignoring Minto, who had just slapped Keiichiro again.
It was a chocolate tart, with 'gomenasi' written on fancy icing on the top. Zakuro quickly realized who it was for.
"Minto," said Zakuro. "It's okay, just... let me talk to Keiichiro."
Minto just nodded. "But if he tries anything, call me," she said, turning and leaving.
Keiichiro gulped. What could Zakuro want with him?
suddenly he noticed what she was holding. It was the broken remains of his tart. Keiichiro sighed.
"Keiichiro," said Zakuro calmly. "Is this for me?" Keiichiro looked up and Zakuro's stoic face.
"Yes," he said. "I'm sorry about yesterday. Ryou asked me to clean the girl's locker room, and ran off somewhere. He said that you had all gone home. I swear I didn't know you were in there, or I would have waited to tidy up. Gomen, Zakuro."
Zakuro seemed to consider this. "Alright," she said slowly. "I'll give you one more chance. But if you try something, I'm quiting."
The look on Keiichiro's face was pure gratitiude. "Thank you, Zakuro-san!" he said. "I won't screw up!"
Famous last words.
So what do you think? I bet you're all wondering how keiichiro will screw up next time, huh? I know I am. I mean, I totally know what I'm doing.
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