It was around 6:15 at night and Yoshiki was getting ready to go out with Ayumi. He was just getting into his car when he saw Satoshi and Naomi drive by his apartment. He politely waved as he got into his car and sped off towards Ayumi's house. He was a little nervous regarding how this would go, but he was hoping that it would turn out well. He didn't want to have to deal with any interruptions or anything of the sort, and was actually looking forward to a somewhat peaceful night. He pulled to a stop as he approached a stop sign. He looked around and saw that no one was coming. He then continued to drive to the Shinozaki Estate. Smiling, Yoshiki flicked the radio on to his favorite station as he drove into Ayumi's driveway. It was paved with a solid, grey cement, and there were prickly leaves growing through the cracks of it thick pavement. Yoshiki rolled down the windows of his old vehicle. It wasn't in very good shape, he had bought it for cheap at a used car dealership. The car's bumpers were pretty rusted, and its black paint wasn't the best looking either. But it got him around, and that's all that mattered. Growing impatient, Yoshiki honked the car horn causing Ayumi to rush out of her house. She smiled, waving at him and getting into the car. "Hello Kishinuma," she greeted while buckling up her seat-belt.

"Hey Shinozaki," Yoshiki replied returning the smile. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yep, I was just doing up my seat-belt. Where are we going?"

"This restaurant that's downtown. Its some Italian cuisine or something. Do you like Italian or did you want to go somewhere else?"

Ayumi was in shock with how nice Yoshiki was to her. She had never realized until then how much he would do for her. "Its okay, I love Italian," she answered with a small blush. With that, Yoshiki backed out of the driveway and headed out into the direction of the restaurant. "Italian cuisine," Ayumi started. "That sounds pretty fancy. You did get reservations, right?"

Yoshiki looked over at her as he drove. "What are reservations?" He asked jokingly. Ayumi giggled. "Obviously I got reservations," He laughed. He hadn't been that happy in a long time.

Finally arriving at the restaurant, Yoshiki pulled into the parking lot. "Shit," he muttered. "There are no parking spots," he looked over at Ayumi. "We might have to park across the street. Is that okay?"

"That's fine," Ayumi said cheerfully. "As long as we have reservations, it doesn't matter where we park." After saying this, Yoshiki backed out ofthe parking lot and drove up to the side of the road on the other side of the restaurant and parked. They then crossed the street and entered the restaurant. Inside the restaurant were brown leather seats with dark tables made of wood. The walls were red, and the material seemed to be some type of velvet, Yoshiki had never seen something like that before in his life. There were a lot of people there, and Yoshiki was worried that they wouldn't get to be seated. But he was soon proved wrong when the waitress approached them. "Hello, my name is Akemi, and I'll be your waitress this evening. Would you like to be seated now?"

"Yes please,' Ayumi replied happily. Her blue eyes glistened in the light of the room. Yoshiki found himself staring at her, but soon snapped out of it and looked back at the waitress.

"Alright, follow me," The waitress instructed as she began to walk deeper into the restaurant. She stopped at a table for two that was in the far corner of the building. "Please wait for a few minutes and I'll be back to take your orders. Please enjoy your evening." She then smiled and walked away.

"Thank you," Ayumi beamed.

"Thanks," Yoshiki echoed with a bored tone. "Hey I'm gonna go to the washroom real quick if that's cool," Yoshiki uttered, staring into Ayumi's eyes for the second time. Ayumi nodded, causing Yoshiki to stand up and walk away from the table. He honestly had no idea where the washroom was, but he needed to walk around. Suddenly, he collided into someone, sending their food flying everywhere. At first, he though it was a waiter or waitress but then he realized where they were coming from - the buffet. The girl had fallen onto the ground and she had food stains on her shirt. Yoshiki helped her up, apologizing repeatedly. "I'm so sorry," He repeated for the fourth time. He didn't think his situation could have gotten worse, until it did. Once the girl was on her feet, a man walked up to Yoshiki and pushed him back.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" He shouted, causing people to draw attention towards them. "That's my girlfriend you just knocked down!"

"I-I-I, I said I was sorry," Yoshiki replied, fear in his eyes.

"Well sorry ain't gonna cut it, kid!" The man yelled, getting up in Yoshiki's face. Yoshiki then became more intimidating as well. He knew well that there was no calming this guy down, no matter what he did.

"Baby, don't do this," the girl pleaded. "It's not worth it!" She stood there watching the whole thing unravel before her eyes. It must have been a regular thing with this guy. In the heat of the moment, The brute took a big swing at Yoshiki's head. The guy was slow, and Yoshiki ducked down to the ground. He kicked out his leg and dragged it around quickly, sweeping the guy's feet from under him. This caused him to fall to the ground, making a loud banging sound.

"I didn't want to do that," Yoshiki sighed, shaking his head. "But you left me no choice." The man got up and cursed under his breath. He was getting more furious by the second. He continued to pick up a metal folding chair and chuck it at Yoshiki. Luckily, he rolled under the throw, and dodged it, but was greeted with a kick in the stomach as he got up. This sent him flying into one of the fancy tables, knocking it down. "Son of a bitch," Yoshiki groaned as he picked himself up. By the time he got up, the man had already began to charge at him, full forced. Yoshiki was pummeled into the wall by the angry bull, and he continued to try and pin him up against it. Yoshiki struggled to get away, and he was about to give up when he saw a glass bottle of pasta sauce on the closest table to him. He reached his arm out for it, but was a millimeter off. He reached for it again, and caught his fingernail off the top of it, knocking it towards him.

By now, there were staff that had caught attention of what was going on, and were trying to put an end to it. It seemed like the only person who was oblivious to this was Ayumi Shinozaki, who was clueless, humming a tune and reading her dinner menu at the table in the far corner of the restaurant. The man's girlfriend seemed to have left, having been put up with her boyfriends behavior. She didn't even care about her outfit, it was inexpensive, and Yoshiki had already apologized. "Stop this at once!" The manager shouted at the man as he attempted to strangle a struggling Yoshiki, who now had a good grip on the bottle of Spaghetti sauce. The man had his arm pressed up against his neck, and it was now or never for Yoshiki. If he waited any longer, he would be unconscious.

"You overprotective bastard," Yoshiki spat as he slammed the bottle into the side of the man's head. There luckily wasn't much pasta sauce in the bottle, but what was in it splattered onto both the man and Yoshiki. The man was knocked out cold, and he fell to the ground just in front of Yoshiki, who had collapsed to the ground gasping for air. The Manager had rushed to his aid to see why he was being attacked, and who he was eating with. "At least I'm not in trouble," Yoshiki thought as he explained what had happened. A waiter approached him and helped him up, and he walked over to where Ayumi was sitting. He sat down and She gave him a confused look. "I'm back," He smiled with the red tomato sauce on his shirt.

"What happened to you?" She asked in a confused tone.

"Its a long story..."