"Hey, Ushio, wanna go eat where Mommy works?" I asked my daughter. I had a day off from work that day, and I was happy to spend my time with Ushio.

"Yeah!"

Nagisa still enjoyed being a waitress at the restaurant she had started working at before Ushio was born. The restaurant still held a pinkish color, accented by the sunlight rolling through the windows. The waitresses all wore pink as well. There were six rows of tables, all booths. Theese booths were dotted by a few people here and there, with intent waitresses taking orders happily.

We were met by another young waitress, likely just out of high school like Nagisa and I had been once. She led us to our seats, where we sat intently waiting. Nagisa finally appeared out of the back, speedwalking to take the next order, completely in her own world. She passed by us, only to be interrupted by a "Mommy!" from Ushio. She stopped quickly and spun around. "Still looking wonderful in that uniform!" a voice appeared out of nowhere.

"Who dares comment my wife like that!" I exclaimed, only to see my father-in-law with a camera.

"Dad, I'm 25 years old!" Nagisa said, a bit startled by his sudden appearance. It seemed that the old man had quit trying to disguise himself.

"Oh, and hi Tomoya-kun. Shio-chan."

"I'll have you thrown out, Akki," I said with a hint of anger from my lips. At that point, he retreated out the door, likely only because he wanted to be able to come back.

"Anyway, we'll have a..." I continued.

As we sat happily eating our lunch, the manager walked by, giving us a wave. Against my liking, he knew Nagisa and I were married. He must have been on lunch break, as he took a walk out the door and off somewhere in his car. I heard some sneers coming from another seat. It was a couple of slacker-gang member looking kind of people, taking a look around. One whispered something into another's ear and pointed at my wife. Of course, things like this had happened before, as Nagisa happened to be one of the prettiest faces in town. Of course, now the manager was gone: in their mind, granting them evasion from justice. For what felt like an hour, I kept my eyes on them. Suddenly, Nagisa walked by them and was stopped by a sudden ask for a refill. She went to go refill the drinks, while the men held in a snicker.

"Daddy, what are you looking at?" Ushio said, interrupting my gaze.

"Uh... wait here for a second," I replied.

I realized that the men had found a perfect time... only Nagisa and a couple other waitresses were in the public area.

Nagisa finally came out of the back with a tray and a couple drinks on it. They were alcoholic. I figured then that they were drunk, and were somehow hiding it really well. She put the tray down and took the drinks and gave them to the men. Suddenly one got out of his seat, taking inadvertent advantage of her self-blame nature. Her face drooped a little bit when she thought she had done something wrong. "Hey, look at this pretty lady here. Would you kindly consider going to get a drink, tonight?"

"No, I..." her voice was abruptly cut off by the man behind her standing up and cupping his hand on her mouth. She gasped, followed by one of the men whispering into her ear. Her face grew in shock even more. At this point, I was out of my seat, hopping an empty table to get to her. Simultaneously, Nagisa began to retaliate with the all the will power she could put forward. She nearly landed a foot into one of the men's groin, but was stopped quickly by a harsh punch to the torso. In this two on one situation, she was screwed. Following this, The men started dragging a faint Nagisa away from me when I silently came up behind one of them and gave him the heaviest fist I had ever given anyone. Suddenly I remembered that day when I fought the soccer team. Assholes, they were. Driven by rage, I followed up with another punch. The other man looked a bit frightened, but took a stance to retaliate. I thought back to when I fought the leader of the gang to stop the fighting. He lunged at me, leaving a shocked Nagisa there to fall to her knees. There, I remembered when Miyazawa disguised as Kazuto, and fell crying frustrated from trying to stop the fighting. In a drunken state, he missed me by only an inch. I remembered when I blocked the gang leader's punches that would have put me in the hospital. I followed up with another heavy punch. The other one had stood up by now, and started to run at me. I used his imbalance and momentum to send him crashing into the other man, both ending up on the ground. I bent down and said to them in a try hard calm voice, "I don't want to ever see you here again. If I even lay my eyes on you again, you'll end up in a wheelchair. Don't you ever dare touch another woman like that, nevertheless my WIFE," I said, gesturing to Nagisa. My anger flared up again for just a second. Their faces lit up in surprise, but also satisfaction. What level of lowlife are these men? I sent a punch flying straight into one of their faces. The men were done fighting at this point, and ran out as fast as their drunk bodies could carry them. One of the dumbasses ended up crashing into a wall, but I didn't feel a bit sorry for him. I gave Nagisa a hand, and she took a seat at a nearby booth. "Don't worry about it, this happens a lot," she said, shook and still shaking.

"What the hell did they even say to you?"

"...Don't worry about it."

I knew there was something about this that was different this time.

"Come on, sit down with us," I said giving her a hand.

"Daddy, what happened?" Ushio asked, a bit frightened. I had forgotten she was sitting there, leaving her to watch me pound two lowlifes.

"Don't worry about it... it's alright now," I said, trying to be calm.

Before another word was said, the manager walked in. I got up and rushed over to him. "You oughta get some security here!" I exclaimed angrily.

His face turned worrisome, "What's wrong, Okazaki-san?"

"My wife..." I struggled to say it, "...was almost abducted and raped!" I nearly shouted, turning the heads of those who hadn't already seen the commotion. I heard a gasp from Ushio as Nagisa fainted from the commotion.

The manager looked shocked, as he must have gotten the idea that this was worse than other times by my tone of voice and the fact that Nagisa had passed out.

"I saw a couple drunk guys out there... I'll call the police."

Nagisa finally awoke, me still in a mix of emotion. Her slumber had allowed her to regain some sanity. "Come on, I don't want to get involved," I said, taking my wife and Ushio by their hands.

When we got home, Nagisa went right to her bed. Even after working at that place for a number of years, she had never been this terrified. I left Ushio to her room while I went to comfort Nagisa. She was still in a state of shock, this state created by of a combination of her frailness and the recent events. I began to soothe and reassure her. I began to think about what those men were thinking. What their intent was.

"Tomoya-kun, hold onto me," Nagisa commanded quietly.

I got on the bed and held her in my arms.

Yeah, I totally lied. There's gonna be some drama here and there.