Alright, so here's chapter four! Basically another filler, but atleast you get to meet the last OC for a while, right? Yayness! She's a little weird, and may seem a little sheltered, but she's not that bad, just easily excited…I guess. NEway, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't anything that isn't mine, which includes the fandoms and canon-ness, but does not include my OCs, interactions between OCs and Canon charas, and plot alterations (hello, its AU).
"Say Hello to What You Thought You Knew"
A Major Crossover Story
by DarkLozFanUberest
Chapter Four: Surprise! Cinnamon Bunzuh
"Oooh! What's that?" Eager brown eyes scanned the food stuffs being sold from behind a thin plastic screen, it seemed a little unnecessary as a few flies were flying around behind it and bothering the food (what were these people trying to keep out? Obviously, not the bugs). All of the smells and noise was setting off her senses and she was sort of getting a sensory overload.
"They're just ice-cream toppings, what are you, stupid?" the arrogant blonde girl grumbled from behind the counter, glaring at the brunette girl obstructing the other customers from ordering their ice-cream. Her name tag red "Stacy" and she was wearing the usual uniform for workers at the Swirl, she also had on way too much make-up and looked as though she should've been working in the make-up department (she practically had on all of their products as it was).
Narrowed golden-brown eyes flashed and slowly shifted to glare into the dark brown ones of Stacy, and immediately she backed off, a shiver running down her spine. The brunette's eyes had looked yellow for a moment…and her pupils…that just wasn't natural!
"Hmph…whatever, Stacy, this stuff is covered in bugs and mold anyway, not even a starving animal would eat this junk. So why would I, let alone any other self-respecting person, want any ofit?" the other girl demanded, smirking as a few people behind her paused before slowly leaving to go to a different part of the food court.
Stacy looked outraged, but the other girl ignored her and simply walked away, over to a place on the other side of the food court that was selling something that smelled absolutely heavenly.
"Oh yum~! What is that?" the brunette asked again, inwardly hoping she didn't get the same response as she did at the other store.
"They're Cinnamon buns, " a deeper voice responded, chuckling and the brunette looked up to see a male standing behind the counter, leaning his elbows on it next to the cash register, his green eyes narrowed slightly as he snickered at her. His name tag read "Hello my name is: noNe of yOur bUsineSs" in sloppy letters that were different sizes.
"Oh," the brunette replied softly staring at his name tag for a moment before her nose dragged her over to were the aforementioned pastries were stoked. There were also some bread things that were all twisted up and some other breads in various shapes, covered in brown sauce and a rainbow of colored bits.
"Wow, these smell great!" she exclaimed happily as her eyes flew from one to the next. Her stomach suddenly grumbled loudly and she made a small choking noise, her hand flying down to press against the offending organ.
"That was pretty awesome what you said to Stacy, back there," the guy said, making his way over to where she was standing and started putting various pastries in a bag for a lady who waiting next in line, "she's a real bitch." The lady smiled, not hearing his comment, as she excepted her pastries and paid, telling the boy to keep the change.
"Really?" the brunette asked as she glanced back at the Swirl, but Stacy was already dealing with her customers and wasn't looking in her direction, "She doesn't look like a bitch to me?" she replied, and the guy at the counter laughed.
"I beg to differ, she looks exactly like a bitch!" the brunette just shrugged, seeming still confused by the conversation and pointed at the swirled pastries known as Cinnamon buns.
"How much are these?" she asked smiling, and the guy just grinned, handing her the one in his hand that she hadn't noticed he was holding until then.
"This one's on the house," he smirked, a grin forming on his face at the expression on her face.
"Thanks!" she exclaimed and immediately started to devour the pastry, rather messily you could add.
"Jeez," the guy shook his head slightly as he watched, "you're almost as messy as Philip!" he exclaimed, but was ignored as the brunette was too busy enjoying the sticky food. He glanced up and his smirk was renewed ten-fold.
"Eh, speak of the devil, Hey Philip!" he shouted out as a pair of boys came over to the Cinnabon. Both were brunettes, but one was a lot taller than the other and he had longer hair than his companion.
"Helloo, Day..me-anuh! You have Cinnamon bunzuh?" the taller of the two boys asked, pronouncing words a little strangely in the girl's opinion.
"You really have to work on you're English, man," the guys laughed, getting a box to put a few Cinnamon buns in it, he put quite a few and the second boy eyed him suspiciously, "and it Damian, say it with me, DA-MI-AN."
"That is what I said…" Philip said confused, a very strange expression on his face, but it disappeared to be replaced by an awkward smile when Damian handed him the box of Cinnamon buns.
"Yes, dee-lish-us cinnamon bunzuh!" he exclaimed happily and left for a table as the other boy sighed and reached into his pocket to pay for his friend.
"Oh, no need, bro," Damian grinned at the other boy while the girl licked her fingers of the sticky icing that had coated the Cinnamon bun, "no one bought yesterday, and my man Philip always buys them, so those are on the house, courtesy of The Cinnabon!" he bowed jokingly, but the other boy just shrugged and made to follow Philip over to his table, where said boy was devouring the sticky treats almost in one bite each.
Damian huffed a little indignantly for not getting a response from the second boy and pouted slightly. The brunette laughed quietly, finding the expression cute, in fact she found Damian cute, but there was something weird about him. Not something openly weird, he was fairly normal looking, emerald green eyes lined lightly with kohl, a ball-tipped eyebrow piercing, and he was wearing a Cinnabon uniform. Also, from what she could see, he was wearing blue jeans. Really, nothing out of the ordinary, except for maybe his hair; it was dark, but obviously dyed blue, and had some bright blue streaks here and there, but that wasn't too weird, as it obviously wasn't natural. It was also straight, except for in the back, when he had turned the brunette had seen that Damian's hair was cropped in the back, making it stick up somewhat. And yet, despite him being seemingly normal, there was still something that seemed…off, but what was it?
Damian looked up from what he was doing when he felt her staring at her, only to be met with her, believe it or not, staring at him. He raised an eyebrow and gave out a slightly confused noise.
"Uh…can I help you?" he asked and the brunette blinked in surprise, the question snapping her out of her mental quandary.
"What? Oh…oh, no I'm fine! Thanks though!" she grinned and Damian just eyed her slightly.
"Whatever…hey wait, I just realized I've never seen you around here before, you new or something?" he asked and the brunette grinned.
"Yep! Just got here today, ditched the pack and them to wander on my own, you know, independence and all that." She scratched the back of her head lightly and laughed to herself.
"Cool," Damian grinned back, "well, as you heard from my verbally impaired friends there, my name's Damian!" he grinned at her when she smiled and asked in quieter voice, "May I ask what your name might be miss?"
The brunette giggled lightly and grinned back at him, her golden-brown eyes glittering happily at his politeness.
"You may~" she said seriously (and in a slightly snooty tone) and then paused for a moment, barely able to resist laughing when she saw his face fell in exasperation, "My name's Zarita. Zarita Zaine, pleased to meet you Damian."
Chapter Four! And you've met the OC, wheeee! ((Kuryo: Oh dear god she's rhyming again! *hides behing chair*))