The Four Gods: The Dragon Heir

Chapter 15

French

"What are you talking about Zetsu?"

I asked my grouchy cousin as she sipped her drink.

I could eat/drink just about anything with cherries and/or plums in it. Plus, the cherry pie here was good, but as I went for the remanding bits of my pie when Ichigo moved it away.

I glared at her and tried to get it back but she just- THREW IT AWAY!

I could almost feel my eyes turning into slits. Not only did she just waste s perfectly good piece of pie; she probably hit someone with it.

"This happens every year."

Ichigo gave me a sad look, grasping one of my hands with both of hers, she looked like she was about to cry, and ruin her make-up.

"You eat a lot of normal food and get terribly sick."

Zetsu spoke as she looked into her glass and Ichigo looked at me sadly.

"All that throwing up, high fevers, cold chills, and headaches."

I thought about it, and it was true that I usually sickest around this time. Looking at a nearby mirror, which took up a whole wall, I examed my reflection.

I was dressed in a blue, spaghetti strapped dress, with black lace trimmings at the end of the knee length skirt, and above the gap between my breasts of the corselet like top. With high heeled sandals on my feet that wrapped up to just below my knees in a small black bow.

It had taken an hour and a half of fixing my hair before Ichigo had decided to pull my hair in to a high ponytail, leaving some strands to frame my face. Some light blue eye shadow and black eyeliner to make my eyes brighten from its dark blueish green. Then some soft pink blush and clear lip gloss was applied.

I didn't like drawing this kind of attention to myself. I wasn't interested in dating, not when I'm considered engaged to someone else.

"I need another piece of pie."

I told them as I got up, evading Ichigo when she dived for me and heading over to the counter to order another piece of pie, or two.

The café had been around for 7 years at least, it was my mother's favorite café when she was alive. It was not very crowded today; it was bright and spacious with small tables here and there, some booths along the walls.

I sighed as the man behind the counter greeted me eagerly with a happy smile.

"Hello, beautiful. What can I get for you?"

He asked me, looking me in the eyes softly, trying to be smooth.

"A cherry pie with whipped cream."

I told him uninterestedly, annoyance seeping in to my voice as this guy was the 12th guy to try and hit on me today! It wasn't even 10 yet!

"Coming right up."

He answered me, being preventive by putting ethicist on 'coming'. Agh. I hate perverts. He had turned his back to me and I saw him stiffen before he looked around the café panicky. I raised an eyebrow and looked over at a table where Akatsuki, Daichi and Hazumei were sitting in their human forms.

I barely recognized Akatsuki, it's been 7 years since I've seen his human form. I remembered Daichi's human form because Dragons freaked out my mother, so he was usually in his human form. Hazumi didn't enjoy being human much, too many things she can't do and the way she was eating that Strawberry parfait, with her long forked tongue licking the sides of the tall Sunday glass, was a big give away.

A soft chime caught my attention, making me glance over at the entrance.

I saw three men, two of them I recognized for different reasons, but the third...

"My, what a cute little shop! This is what Americans call Jazz?"

A sliver haired man, or so I assumed from the lack of a bust, asked the man I had bumped into the day of my ceremony, Hatori Sohma.

Blocking out the sliver haired man's comments I studied the three.

Hatori Sohma looked almost as passive as Zetsu. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and black tie, his hair hiding one of his eyes. I briefly wondered if something bad had happed to that eye to make him want to conceal it.

The sliver haired man had his long hair braided over his left shoulder, tied with a red ribbon at the end. He was dressed in red, Chinese styled clothes. He reminded me strongly of Ichigo as he seemed to get along with Hatori.

Lastly was Kureno, who was dressed in a simple button up light blue shirt and slacks. He seemed to be dazing off as he looked around the café questionably before Ichigo spotted him and glomped him. The poor guy stumbled backwards a few steps before falling on the floor, with Ichigo on top of him.

Ouch.

The reaction of the sliver haired man was strange, he looked... shocked.

"Is one of those guys your boyfriend?"

I heard the man behind the counter ask me. I turned back around to look at him. I heard disappointment in his voice as he frowned.

"No."

I told him simply and it brightened him up as he handed me my slices of pie.

"Then how about you and me going out some time?"

He asked, no doubt stiffening from Akatsuki's glare, and I added my own.

"It's you and 'I'."

I corrected him on his grammar, but he took it as a yes and smiled.

"Great! How about we-"

I held up my hand to stop him. This guy was looking for more than just a date from me. I've seen enough of his kind from Ichigo's past boyfriends.

"My answer is no."

I told him sternly, his eyebrows rose in surprise before giving me a smirk, grabbing my arm. I could hear Akatsuki raging up a storm, ready to 'protect' me.

"Ok then. How about I pick you up tonight and we go to my place?"

He wisped low, trying to seduce me.

"I suggest you stop hitting on customers, or you'll get fired."

He let go of me as I slammed down the exact amount of money so it didn't give him a viable excuse to approach me again.

I only managed to walk 5 steps before I was stopped by another pervert.

"Hello there miss."

With Ichigo and Zetsu

"Oh! You own a clothing shop!"

Ichigo's eyes lit up, as she chatted happily with the sliver haired man, who was introduced to them as Ayame Sohma, the sliver haired man nodded proudly.

"Yes. It is a shop that sells men's fantasies!"

The two had hit it off really well that Ichigo had forgotten about Kureno, as he and Hatori sat across from the girls while Ayame sat next to Ichigo. Only Zetsu noticed the man talking to Azure as she sipped her tea.

"Poor soul."

She muttered as Ichigo, turned slightly to see what she was talking about.

"Oh. Victim number 12."

Ichigo giggle and shot a knowing look at her best friend.

"Bet cha he ends up with a broken rib or two."

All three men looked over; recognizing the man as Shigure Sohma, their cousin, talking to a beautiful girl who didn't look too happy to be talking to him as her heal was implanted into his foot.

"Ah. Rejection Level One: The Toe Crusher."

Icigo said as she watched the man recover from nearly having his toes chopped off, still trying to talk to Azure.

"Who Is That?"

Ayame asked, as he watched his childhood friend place a hand on the girl's bare arm, giving him a harsh glare. You could have sworn it had dropped 10 degrees in the café.

"Oh! That's our Petit Hippocampe, our cousin Azure Ryuujin."

"Ryuujin?"

Hatori questioned, he didn't know French but he had heard the name Ryuujin before, watching as the girl snapped two of Shigure's fingers backwards further then they could go.

"Level Two: Finger Snap."

Zetsu muttered as they saw Azure get even more annoyed with the man as he nursed his injured left hand. Azure turned her back to him and came over to them when the man tripped and almost embraced her.

The three males gaped in horror but there was nothing to worry about as the girl punched Shigure in the gut.

"Level Three: Gut Punch."

The two older girls said together as Azure took her seat next to Ichigo and she smiled gently like nothing had happened.

Petit Hippocampe- Little Seahorse

Sorry this took me so long to writ but I'm having an anime/manga withdrawal and it's seriously affecting my imagination and drive to finish my stories. If anyone knows of some new animes/mangas let me know what they are and where I can find them. Video's and art help too.