A/N: I do not own ranma sailor moon or Hamtaro. If you've somehow been mislead into believing this, I must ask...
Are You serious?
Chapter 16
By Gabriel R. Lopez
Ryoga was now dressed as a waiter of a trendy Psedo-Japanese arcade…which Ironically enough was the same as being dressed as any generic waiter or bartender in Las Vegas. This was less ironic when one considers the fact most of the aforementioned outfit was imported from America. Ryoga was now dressed in a pair of lightly scuffed and polished black San Antonio shoes, a pair of grey pinstriped slacks, a white dress shirt, and a black leather vest made of pig suede with a matching silk tie. Ryoga was at the Laundromat waiting for his bandanna to dry… Ryoga felt the compulsive need to wash his bandanna after his recent adventure, after all he had to clean it before he could place it upon his brow, because he knew where it had been. Ryoga had momentarily considered burning the bandanna and making a new one, but then again his trusty yellow bandanna has been his closest companion since childhood, plus being made from the fabric of his blankie made it that much more special.
The dryer buzzed and ryoga examined what was left of his former bandana. The bandanna itself must have been dry clean only because it had shrunk and would most likely fit him only in his cursed form… the expansion properties of said bandana were no longer viable and it was with a heavy hearted sigh that Ryoga Hibiki blew his nose one last time with his beloved blankie before disposing of it in the nearest trash receptacle. Ryoga left the Laundromat dejected and wandered four blocks aimlessly in search of his dog checkers. As he walked past a Café he looked at the sign, which momentarily reminded him of Kaguya. The Neko)haten, was a rather unremarkable Café to say the least, but the Word Neko and the crescent moon in its title was no doubt capitalizing on the sailor moon craze…
)*THWAK*(
"ow!" Ryoga cried as he was mercilessly swatted over the head with a bamboo pole.
"there you are Mr. Part time" The old woman squinted her eyes "I've been waiting for you all day!"
"huh?" Ryoga asked confused by the elderly Chinese woman's bold attack.
"You're Late, move"The elderly woman then swatted Ryoga on the gluteus maximus with her bamboo pole "get moving."
"Darnit you old Goul, Quit hitting me!" Ryoga hissed
"less talky, more worky." the old woman poked one of the smaller ribs in Ryoga's back with her pole "I got you for four hours and I ain't paying you to look pretty."
A young purple haired waitress dressed in pink Chinese silk shirt with matching pants and a frilly pink apron bowed to greet the new guest "Ni hao welcome to-"
"This isn't a customer Bijou, can't you see his outfit? this is the waiter the temp agency sent over."
"but I'm not-" )*THWAK*(
"Men should be seen and not heard" the old woman then squinted her eyes to inspect the new waiter. " Bijou, take him to the back and get him an apron."
"Yes great grandmother" the waitress, Bijou, bowed and grabbed the confused Ryoga by the hand.
"hey wait a second!" Ryoga protested as the young waitress dragged him through the back of the Café and into the kitchen. Bijou finally stopped when they reached the door to the water heater which doubled as a broom closet. Bijou opened the door and fished out a small black apron patterned with a red and gold dragon embroidered across the hip pockets. After handing the Apron over to Ryoga, Bijou was confused when Ryoga handed back the apron "Not mine I'm not working here. " Bijou handed the apron back to Ryoga. "no- see. You don't understand. I'm not working here. My name's Hamtaro…cha' what I mean is my name's Ryoga. Ryoga Hibiki"
"Shampoo" said Bijou
"okay…Now I know you don't understand." said Ryoga "ok see, I can't stay here."
"Me understand just fine. Shampoo my name." stated the purple haired Chinese girl
" but, the old ghoul was calling you Bijou" this perplexed Ryoga.
"Bijou my nickname." In a weird way Shampoo's explanation made sense to Ryoga. If his parents had named him toothpaste he'd probably adopt a nickname too.
)*THWAK*( "ow!" Ryoga whined as the old woman beat him over the head again with her bamboo stick.
"I'm not paying you to stand around talking" Cologne hissed
)*THWAK*( "AIYAH, Granma what that for?"
"Get to work you lazy girl, or would you rather join Mousse!" The old woman ordered.
Shampoo gasped… "b-but Mousse dead"
"That's right, so get moving before you join him in the after life." Cologne cackled. she then swatted Ryoga on his backside "what you looking at boy? Get moving."