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4. Idiotic Visitors

Day 7:

I have had it. That was the sixth coffee maker he had broken since he came here.

Both Luffy and Ace looked at me as if I was Satan himself. Might as well be at the level of anger I'm in.

Before they could say another word, I have already hung them outside of my window, their screams of terror and anger making me calm down a bit.

I just can't take much more of this. They have depleted much of my income… not to mention my morning coffee. So, out of the whim at the peak of my anger (not to mention that since that I didn't have my morning coffee, I'm 20 times angrier), I dyed their hair into blond, tell them their fake names (actually, beating it in their heads) and dress them up in an unlikely style they wouldn't choose. Soon after, I kicked them out of my apartment and force them to find a job.

Now thinking about it while I'm working; I wondered if that was a good idea or so. I did tell them to make sure to come home by 8; they have no choice anyway since they don't have anywhere to go… then again, they're stupid enough to go and try to escape me in New York City…

Well, if they don't come back by then; I'm going to have to call out some friends to help me find them… and then carry out their punishment on that very same day.

But, despite that I dyed their hair (don't worry, it's only temporary) and dress them in more formal clothing, I'm still worried whether others might recognized them. I sure hope not, it's already troublesome enough that I have to make sure they wouldn't use their powers (more so from Luffy than Ace).

And at that thought, I started to worry even more and more.

Now that I thought this more thoroughly… there is more likely the chance that they'll destroy something and I'll end up having to pay for it… And how in the heck could they get a job in America if they could only speak Japanese?

Yeah, not one of my best ideas ever.

After work, I came back home around 7:30.

I tried to restrain myself from barging out from my apartment to look for the two; but I had to realize that I have to trust them… no matter how many times I might regret it. They're big boys; they should know how to take care of themselves… I hoped.

To distract me from my thoughts, I started to make dinner.

Just one minute before 8 o'clock, they were back, coming in with the key I gave them. By then, I had already made 38 dishes of French cuisine.

I looked at them suspiciously when I see no bill of wreckage in their hands. In the matter of fact, they looked poof out.

Soon, they told me how they got a job at a famous international restaurant; them being taken care of in the Japanese Bureau of the restaurant. They were only allowed to serve Japanese-speaking guest; anyone speaking in English or is practically American would be taken care of by the other workers. Ace is working as the waiter there, Luffy is… well, clean up basically, much to the boy's happiness. Clean up as in 'eating all leftovers' kind of thing. Their boss said something that it would be a waste if they threw all that leftover food into the trash bin.

I questioned to whether how they get such a good paying job without an interview or a background check but decided to question about that later… they better have no accepted a job into a host club of some sorts.

When they gave me today's bonus paycheck for doing working very well today; I look at them in disbelief. Then at the pay check in my hand. Then at them. I look away and shrug as if there is no way that this is happening right now.

"You have no faith in us, do you?" Ace asked, obviously pissed off by my attitude. I waved towards the stuff that they had broken all week.

That shuts his mouth.

But despite so, to tell that I'm proud of them for actually getting a job, I presented them the French cuisine that I made.

It seemed that they are actually guilty for breaking all of my stuff, judging from the voices of their hearts that I hear. They don't understand to why I'm taking care of them; but they know that they should act a lot more respectful towards me. Their breaking my stuff and costing me money and yet, I put up with them.

I truth, I don't know why I'm putting up with them. But I don't regret it really. They're just kids; and I shouldn't just kick them out of the streets. I have my mortals.

And then I heard the doorbell buzz and went to see who it was. I twitched as I saw at least half a dozen of girls standing outside of my apartment, wanting both of my charges. I slam the door on them and just went back to the kitchen where we usually eat.

Well, that answered my question to how they got the job.

"Who's that?" Luffy asked after he swallowed his 8th dish.

"Old weird women."

"What do they want?"

"Coupons."

"Oh."

And we continued with our feast-like dinner.

Day 8:

I heard the bell, which tells me that a customer came in, from the counter. I look up to see my old friend from Metropolis; Clark.

I accepted the fact that the boys would be working in the restaurant; though I have one rule that they are to never bring in a girl without my permission. They were rather confuse at that, for they weren't looking for friends right about now, but agreed nonetheless. To my surprise, it was a rather decent restaurant. As long as the customers are decent.

I'm pretty much happy that they are pretty oblivious to a lot of things. There came to be a rule that if they are to go to work, their hair must be blond. They only work for at least three times a week so (it used to be everyday but I gotten the boss straighten out…) they should know when to dye their hair. Hopefully.

Today, they should be working back at the restaurant.

I'm overjoyed to the fact that they're helping me with my financial problems but the fact is: I'm not really in a good mood today. No need to worry though, I have some coffee this morning in my new coffee maker. I have decided to keep the coffee maker in my room though.

It's not the boy's fault this time really… it's their Fangirls. They're driving me crazy all morning. Since I have met them yesterday at my door, they're thinking that I'm their lover or something. The thought is rather disturbing itself really; and their jealous glares are literally stabbing me whenever I got outside! (Not to mention that they heard my old women comment…)

I could care less about anyone's opinion of what I do but it's annoying me that whenever I went outside, I would hear some of the snotty, yet quite childish, insults. Not to mention the voices of their hearts are anything but pure. Just listening to their, literally black, hearts is making me want to practically annihilate those girls… They're just lucky that a police car is right there around the corner…

Apparently –like it wasn't obvious enough to anyone– Clark saw the mood I was in.

"…Should I leave?"

"No, it's fu-in' fine." I grumbled, rubbing my temples. He tried to give me a reassuring pat in the back, which made me regain my composure a little.

"You came here for your mother's homemade apple pie, right? Yeah, she just sends some just this morning. Not fresh but still good nonetheless."

Clark smiled politely but I could tell that he is definitely happy about eating his mother's apple pie. Poor guy was probably was caught up in work to even fly over to his parents.

I went to the kitchen and brought out three boxes of ma's homemade apple pies.

"How's Lois? Still falling of buildings?"

Clark chuckled, obviously finding that statement, while true, funny.

"She's alive miraculously; by how many times she had fallen to her death."

I snorted. I couldn't help but think that Lois is definitely not human at times… well, not that I'm one to talk.

"Well, how about you? Are you well?" Clark asked of me. "You seemed quite… irritated."

I could tell that Clark regrets questioning my mood, for he had semi-scared expression on his face when the air turns, literally, black.

"It's fu-in' nothing special…" No doubt that no one would believe me. "I just took in two fu-in' brats into my fu-in' home and their fu-in' Fangirls-" I look at the window of my shop towards where the Fangirls are hiding to try and jump me later on. They immediately retreated after seeing my frightening expression. "-are trying to give me he-."

Clark had the decency to look apologetic... And also asked me to tone it down with the cussing.

"Well, I'm sure things will become better." He tried to reassure me. It was kinda working since my dark aura had lessened significantly. There is this aura around Clark that can't help but make you feel safe.

"Well anyway, here are your three apple pies from your ma. Enjoy-"

I twitched as I saw that the boxes are emptied, only little, almost microscopic, crumbs left. Clark looked confused by the empty boxes… and is practically terrified that my anger had just increased by the thousands.

Throwing the boxes in the nearest garbage bin, I took out the key-lime pie from the display case and gave it to him.

"I'm sorry..." I told Clark with a scary, yet polite and innocent, smile with a sickeningly sweet voice. "It seemed that we ran out somehow… have a key-lime pie for free~"

Clark would question who else would eat his Ma's pie here with the exception of me and himself but decided it would be better to shut his mouth.

I soon went back into the kitchen and came out with no change in my expression; equip with several of various types of sharp knives and a very, very large cleaver.

Clark can only watch me in horror as I made my way towards a specific little famous restaurant on Eiichiro Avenue…

Not even their Fangirls would dare to come in my way of destruction.

At that moment, as he felt that it would be a good idea to go and find Lois for their big story they were supposed to do in New York, Clark was glad that I didn't live in Metropolis nor that I was a villain at all.

He had a feeling that he couldn't beat me; with superpowers or not.

Me: Yosha! I finished this already!

And you probably know who our little special guest here is! I hoped you didn't mind of course XDD

… But I will have to pray for the D. brothers. They seriously won't survive.