(BleachCadelina here, with another chapter of collections for this little side-project. Do you have any suggestions/requests as to who should make a visit to the store next? Leave them in the reviews/comments and you may just see them!)

I watched as the multi-colored haired girl walked out of the store with her usual pint of Neapolitan ice cream. That's the third time in the last, what, ten days?

"She must really like Neapolitan, then." A voice behind me spoke up. Turning around, I found that it was the only other sole worker for today. This was Tyler, a Signal student who worked here part time for weekday afternoons. "Does she come here often?"

"Only for the last two weeks, yeah." I told him.

"You think she's single?" He asked. I could see a spark of lonely hope in his eyes.

"I think you need to start with girls in your league, bud." I joked, and received a glare in return.

"And you think she's in yours?" He taunted.

"She looks old enough to be Beacon-age, and I'm only a little older than that" I shrugged. "But, I'm not exactly looking for anything right now."

"Sure," Tyler dragged out the word, eyes narrowing at me. "I'll be sure to be the one to check her out next time, then."

"Doubt it," I countered. "No matter how many cashiers working she always ends up lining up at my station. I'm thinking she plays favorites."

"That's just unfair, man." Tyler whined.

"As is life, Tyler." I said, smiling. "Now, did you restock the snack aisle like I assigned you?"

. . . . .

Tink tink tink

The chimes recently placed over the store entrance were triggered as a customer walked through. As it was a slow day, I had resigned myself to reading at the register until a customer did come in. I sighed quietly through my nose, rather upset at the interruption, and put Ninjas of Love to me side. There were no other workers beside me today; it was just another lazy Sunday afternoon.

Turning to the entrant, I saw a tall, lean man who looked to be in his mid-thirties. He wore an entire ensemble of several shades of grey. He was holding his forehead with one hand and had bloodshot eyes. Ah, the symptoms clicked in my head. Hangover.

"Painkillers in Aisle 3," I said in a low tone. He nodded in understanding, but still stood as if he was waiting for more. I sighed before finishing, "And the alcohol is in the back right corner of the store, last door of the fridge aisle."

He nodded once more and strode slowly to the aforementioned aisles. I took this moment to continue reading for a bit. Why am I reading a trashy, smut-ridden novel at work, you ask? Because my other, at-home job is an online book blogger. A recent fan by the name of "BlackBell" had been insisting I review Ninjas of Love for the last month now. Now, I kind of regret it.

There's no complicated plot. It's just a tsundere ninja girl who ends up falling with a rogue samurai whose oath of honor makes it so he refuses the girl's every advance. There's a lot of smut in it. As well as gratuitous amounts of bondage. Did I mention the bondage? And the grammar mistakes! I plan on writing quite a rant at how disappointed I was in this book, and no doubt prepare for a lashing from "BlackBell" soon after.

The grey, hungover man approached me with his items, two bottles of painkillers and a six-pack of cheap beer. I'm not one to criticize a customer's lifestyle, so I simply scanned them and asked for the 20 Lien.

"Thanks kid," He said in a tired gravelly voice, giving 30 in total. Before I could give any change back, he said, "The extra ten's for you. Get yourself some better reading material."

I let out a defeated sigh as he left the store, leaving me to glare angrily at the wasted piece of tree next to me.

. . . . .

"DUST DAMN IT I SWEAR TO THE HEAVENS I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL KILL YOU!"

"Um, excuse me?" I stopped as someone by the entrance of the store spoke up. I saw a petite young woman in a short, bluish-white outfit to complement her snow-white hair. It opened up as a skirt as it went down. A long rapier with a large chamber by its hilt was slung at her hip. Beacon student, I guessed. She looks very familiar from somewhere, not ringing a bell right now, though.

"Uh," I stopped my hunt to approach this girl. "Can I help you, miss?"

"Y-yes well," She began, still looking behind me for what I was yelling at. "I was looking for some, uh, cookies?"

"Cookies?" I repeated, and she nodded. "That'd be Aisle Two, miss."

I watched her walk away to the aisle, and began to think everything is fine until I felt a cold chill run done my spine, then spread throughout the space around me.

"AIIIIIEEEEEK!" A loud shriek, following by a smooth metallic swish! came from the aisle I had pointed her to. I ran to the front of the snacks aisle when suddenly, the entire floor exploded as large spears of ice rapidly emerged to stab whatever she was shrieking at. I jumped back in time to dodge a particularly large ice spike away from my jewels. At the same time, the very same thing I was yelling after, a large, grey rat scurried at top speed out of the aisle, around the ice, and out the front door of the store.

"Ah, damn it." I sighed, watching it get away. "There it goes."

"Oh my, I'm very sorry about this!" I turned to see the white haired girl in front of me now. The ice was gone, but the entire floor and shelves in the aisle were just eviscerated. "Please allow me to compensate!"

"What?" I took a step back, having read too many smutty one-shots to think clearly after such an occurrence. I mentally slapped myself before asking, "Compensate?"

"Yes, of course!" She insisted, handing me a large Lien card, outline in white and with a peculiar emblem in the top right corner. "Please, take this, and I truly hope you won't press charges."

"Uh…" I look closer at the emblem, and immediately identified it as a snowflake, and the words under it read, Schnee Dust Corporation. I could feel sweat dripping down the back of my neck. "Right, thanks. N-no charges and all that jazz, yeah."

"Hey, uh, at least I got rid of the pest for you, then." She offered with a shy shrug.

"R-right." I saw that she had a small box of cookies her hand. She lifted it up and was about to say something when I waved her off and said, "Don't worry about it. Just go. I'll deal with this."

She muttered a quick, embarrassed thanks before running out of the store. I looked back at the mess that would definitely be quite expensive to clear up. The tiles and ground under it were completely shredded, and the merchandise on the shelves had their contents spilled onto the floor. The shelves themselves had multiple holes in them, where the ice spears tore through. I turned around, to get the phone to contact the store owner and let him know what happened. At that moment, my Scroll let off two notifying dings!

Looking at it, I found that I had two message waiting for me. One was from "BlackBell" with yet another PM ranting about how my Ninjas of Love review was completely wrong and claimed that I had no clue what real art was, yada yada yada whatever. She sent me three similar messages in the past 12 hours. Ignore that, I mentally noted as I swiped left to delete the notification. The second notification was from the storeowner himself saying:

A local shop inspector is coming around to check out the store today! If everything ends up well, there may be a promotion in it for you!

I winced as I heard a section of shelves creak and slam in to the ground. Well, there goes the promotion.