For the rest of my shift I fumed about what those ignorant people said about Mr. Kaiba. I am well aware that he is not the kindest man in the world but that is a small price to pay for the many good qualities he has, such as his confidence, intelligence, wit, bravery, cunningness, and other qualities that make him what he needs to be, ruthless. Even in my absence from his life, I am unable to prevent the overwhelming respect I have for such a man. He helped give me a life, and such a man deserves to be revered.
Keeping my composure for the duration of my shift was quite difficult, especially since that group of people never left. I became quite curious as to how they could keep up a conversation for four hours without becoming tired of merely sitting there snacking on small cakes and sipping drinks. 'Do they have no lives' I found myself wondering frequently. Their continued presence only sought to irritate me more. Normally I would be able to just forget it and move on when people insult me, but since it was not insults to me they were using, but rather to the man that helped put me on my feet, I found it rather difficult to 'forgive and forget'.
By the time my shift was ending, I found myself partaking in idle conversation with Trisha and Anastasia.
"So like wtf Kira? Why'd you pass over your table onto me?" Trisha stated with a flip of her hair.
"Listen up pinky, I'm sick of reiterating myself, learn to speak correctly, no one else here speaks retarded alien," Anastasia huffed.
I held in a small chuckle as this incited a small glaring contest between the two bickering girls. Of course Anastasia came out the victor because, frankly, Trisha seems unable to hold a glare for any extended period of time, she seems more like a pouter to me.
"Sorry about that Trisha, those people just said something I couldn't let slide and ignore, so I thought it would be best if we switched tables. Hope it didn't bother you too much." I said, apologizing.
"Nah, it was cool girl, what'd the peeps say that got under your skin so badly?" Trisha inquired. When saying this I could see out of the corner of my eye Anastasia shaking with irritation and balling her fist together as if fighting her desire to punch Trisha in the face.
"I'd rather not talk about it if that's okay with you, it's kind of personal," I pleaded with her, hoping she would just accept the fact that I had no desire to discuss the situation that ensued with the group of people from earlier.
"Chill babe, I got yo back, no worries." Trisha smiled saying this, once again flipping her hair and walking away.
I could see Anastasia released deeply a held breathe then say "One of these days I'm going to hit her so hard it will set her whole head off balanced. Maybe then she'll figure out how to speak correctly."
I let out a short laugh at Anastasia's rage and waved her off as I went to finish my shift.
After finishing wiping down tables and cleaning the dishes, I was free to go. I walked out from the back area to discover that the same group of people that had accosted me earlier were still in the same position they had been four to five hours ago. The sight of them began to irritate me so I said a short goodbye to everyone and headed towards the exit, only to be stopped by the obnoxiously loud voice of the blonde boy that had been sitting at the table. I considered ignoring him but the option became impossible as he stood up, grabbed my arm, and then proceeded to pull me over to their table. As soon as he stopped dragging me I wrenched my arm out of his grasp, a slight look of fear came across my calm façade, remembering those year ago and my encounter with Felix Morgan. They all gave me a perplexed look but ignored it after a few seconds as my personality went back to normal.
"I'm sorry, I am currently off the clock, if you need service you'll have to ask one of the other waiters or waitresses for assistance," I dictated as I began to turn to leave.
"No, wait!" said an exasperated voice. I looked over my shoulder to see it was the little one with the tri-colored hair that had spoken. I turned around fully and eyed him, waiting for him to continue. "Sorry miss, we only wanted to apologize for earlier, we didn't mean to offend you when talking about Kaiba like that, and we hadn't realized how close you were to him." He said a look of pleading in his eye.
"I'm not close to him, but I respect him too much to allow a group of kids to insult him," I stated simply yet forlornly, wishing I had been able to remain in contact with both Mr. Kaiba and Mokuba. While I never admitted it to him, they had become a big part of my life, and while Mr. Kaiba and I did not really get along, I still missed his attitude and presence. I also missed Mokuba's rambunctious antics and happiness. After this errant thought, I continued my conversation with the group of people that eyed me curiously. "Look, I forgive you for your insulting outbursts earlier but I suggest you speak more cautiously about others, especially those you don't really know."
"Look girlie, we know Kaiba alright, we've known him longer than, so I think we know what we're talking about ya hear me?" Said the obnoxious blonde boy who if I recall correctly was named "Joey".
"Just because you have met the man and have encounters with him does not mean you "know" him, you should remember that next time you forge a bad opinion about someone," I stated simply, while at the same time turning my back on them and striding out of the store.