14AmyChan: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING~! *^_^*

Train: isn't this story getting a bit too long?

14AmyChan: OF COURSE NOT! *^_^*

Saya: Let's get on with it~! :)

14AmyChan: The sap and all of that aren't mine. That power came from someone else's story, I just wish I could remember who… enjoy the story~! *^_^*

Saya could feel the wind in her short hair. She could feel the dust as it whooshed past her. She could see the back she missed so much.

"Saya, those floors aren't going to sweep themselves!" Annette yelled from her spot behind the counter. She was washing dishes to get ready for the day. The small bar hadn't even opened yet.

"Sorry about that" Saya said, plastering a smile on her otherwise painful looking face. The café portion of the restaurant didn't open until nine-at least! Saya had slept in like she was used to. She could even feel herself be picked up and placed on his bike. She felt herself lean on his back like she was used to. She felt the wind pick up. She was so used to it, but didn't see it coming when Annette pulled the covers off of her bed to wake her up. It had been only a dream.

Saya went around, cleaning the small café for opening. All morning she'd been out of it, and she knew it. But this was for the best…really…

…/…/…/

Annette watched as Saya went around cleaning her shop like she was a lost child. Saya was usually brisk and to-the-point, but not today. Her usual cheerful smile was replaced by that fake one that Annette had seen yesterday.

Annette knew that it wasn't her place to tell Saya what to do. Saya was almost twenty, after all. It wasn't Annette's place to tell her what to do and what not to do. This she knew, and this is what had led her actions thus far, but had those actions been right…?

Saya went around and swept the shop clean. Annette decided not to worry, but to keep a steady eye on Saya. This seemed pretty hard on her nonetheless. Annette put the mug she was drying away and took out a cigarette.

…/…/…/

Saya could only think of how he had just left without a word. And all he left behind were cat ears, a note, and someone who knew she would have a tough time without him… But this is a good thing… she repeatedly consoled herself.

Saya looked around and noticed nothing else needed to be swept, so she put the broom away. Then she washed her hands. She was working in a restaurant now, after all. No, she wasn't going to wear some sort of maid outfit, if that's what you were wondering. She still had freedom of clothing, so she stuck to her normal yukata. The doors opened and their first customer of the day walked in. Saya remembered what Annette had told her: "Not everyone who comes here is a sweeper looking for information. Just sit them at a table or at the bar and give them a menu, got it?"

"You want the bar, a table, or a booth?" Saya asked the man. She looked the strange man over. He was tall and had on a red plaid shirt. He wore normal jeans and white shoes. He had sandy brown hair. Didn't look like he was hiding or anything, but didn't look like he wanted to stick out much, either.

"Booth" he said, deep voice. Saya led him over to a booth where it wasn't too hard to get any order from the kitchen, but Annette could still keep an eye on him. "Anything to drink?" Saya asked, remembering to try and be indifferent. Annette warned that if customers thought that this was a 'chill spot', sweepers wouldn't come around and the real business would go out.

"Coffee" the guy said as Saya wrote it down on a slip of paper. Saya went to the back room and quickly brewed a cup of black coffee. She brought it out and set it down in front of the customer. "What's that, the uniform?" the man asked unexpectedly.

"My choice" Saya said, having a little fun with this. "A yukata." The man just 'hmm'ed and sipped on his coffee. Saya turned to leave when she felt a grip on her arm. She got jerked back and almost lost her balance. She heard the deep voice go bitterly sour. "What do you say we hang out after your shift?"

Saya simply twisted her arm out of the man's grasp and slapped him. "I say you get a life" Saya said, utterly disgusted. The man looked up and Saya could see a little bit of crazy in his eyes. Not like gay-guy crazy, but a few notches below it.

"I do got a life, miss Minatsuki" the man said with repulsive glee. "Some silver-haired dude came and got me out of jail, see? Paid my release, see? Said all I'd have to do was kill you and he'd give me something good, not like it could get any better, see?"

"No, I do not see" Saya said, temper flaring. "And I don't like being threatened, either. If you have a problem with me, you can take it up with the complaint department."

"Lookie here…" the man said, sounding half-insane. "Look at your friend, see, then you see you ain't got no chance, see?"

Saya stole a quick look behind her to see Annette trapped in sap! SAP! As in, MAPLE TREE SAP! Saya looked down at her feet and saw some sap seeping through the floor and jumped to avoid getting in a sticky situation.

"Here's the complaint department" Saya muttered as she pulled out her gun. She pointed it at the man. Suddenly, his face registered. "Princeton Goods, you are going down!"

While this man laughed his head off at some sort of inside joke that could only appeal to the insane, Saya only hoped that she could get Annette out of this trouble she was in…

14AmyChan: CLIFFIE! *^_^*

Train: Is this going to be a Train chapter, then Saya chapter kind of deal?

14AmyChan: I don't have a solid structure, so I can't answer that one~! *^_^*

Saya: please read and review! :)

14AmyChan: R&R~! *^_^*