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"Welcome home goshujinsama," Kyoko greeted the next person to enter The Helping Hand.
Much to her surprise, the person who entered was one of her "friends" from school. Just as surprised to see the freak working at a maid cafe, an awkward silence fell between them. It was as if neither could overcome their embarrassment from being seen in the cafe. There were all sorts of people that came to the cafe, but the cool kids tended to stay clear. The tough bullies stayed especially far away from a place that would break their image in the school. "Uh, forgive me goshujinsama," Kyoko recovered first. "Shall I show you to your favorite chair?"
It definitely left a sour taste in her mouth to speak so friendly with a person who had nothing nice to say about her. However, it was part of her job, and she was damn good at giving the best service. It didn't matter to her if she personally liked the person she waited on, they were to be treated as her master once they entered the door. They couldn't make her break with threats of force outside the school, they weren't going to get to her where she felt comfortable.
The young man grinned once he realized the situation. Kyoko was ready to fight. After taking him to a recliner, she bowed for him. "Is there anything I can get you. A sandwich, snack, something to drink. I await your command." She wanted to gag, but wore her smile and beamed with her usual cheer. That was until the young man began asking for some strange things. "Goshujinsama please, I can't in front of everyone."
She walked to the kitchen, and immediately called for her manager. Having perverted men in the cafe was common enough that they developed their own way of dealing with them. Her manager would keep an eye on her while she was with him. If things got too bad, Kyoko only needed to signal for her manager to come tot he rescue.
She returned with a fancy snack on a silver tray. Sitting it down across his lap, she bowed for him again. "Does this please you goshujinsama?" Again, she wanted to gag. After many more failed attempts to make Kyoko act out of turn, the young man gave up. He paid his bill without tipping, and left with his tail between his legs.
Kyoko's manager winked from the kitchen and gave a thumbs up. Hopefully the next customer for her wouldn't be as strange.
Post by Beatrice Akahito on Feb 7, 2016 2:25:39 GMT
Brat. Lack of respect. Attitude problems. Beatrice sighed slowly as the words were yelled through her head once more. Another chewing out from a teacher. And worst thing was. He knew the fuckin' score alright. Parents abandoned her. And he pulled it like some kind of ace in the hole and confronted her with it. Were her problems connected with abandonment issues? Was her attitude this sorely lacking because she was casted out by her parents? He had no right to do that shit. No right to know nor confront her with it.
Beatrice stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, looking down at her hand. Ablaze, her left sleeve almost completely burned up. She clenched her fist and the flame dancing in her palm slowly died down. Great. Another uniform ruined. Well, at least her arm wasn't burned that bad. Just a small burn on her forearm. A small trickle of blood ran down her hand. She looked around. This place wasn't really that busy, certainly not at this time.
With a slow sigh, she fished a piece of bandage from her backpack and started to wrap it around her forearm. At least it wasn't as bad as it used to be. She rolled her sleeve up slightly after bandaging, hiding the scorched end, before rolling up her other sleeve. With a slow sigh, she pulled on the grey vest. That would at least hide the bandages and the scorched sleeve.
A slow look around. Huh. 'The Helping Hand'. It looked like a cafe or something. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. Sure. Homework and such.
Nothing better to do indeed.
Beatrice entered the building; Once inside, she looked around, frowning slightly. Quite the distinct theme.
It had been a while since Emi last went to Kyoko's job, and for good reason, the place gave her the creeps. It wasn't the maids or the outfits, it was the people. The patrons are often on the slightly 'please don't rape me,' side. Emi always felt like someone was staring at her, one time someone even asked if she worked there. It wasn't all bad, people would sometimes offer to buy her snacks but Kyoko would always put a stop to that. Unfortunately, Emi had nothing to do, but at least she could go there and study and then walk home with Kyoko when she gets off.
Emi made her way to 'The Helping Hand,' and saw someone staring rather intensely at the entrance. Emi watched as she went in but paid no real mind, following behind her. Not waiting to be seated she went and sat at her usual place, since everyone there knew her as "Kyoko's adorable little sis."
Emi sat patiently in her corner, when she saw Kyoko she did a big wave toward her and continued to sit. Reaching into her backpack she pulled out several books containing material from her classes, including her advanced classes and began to read them.
There were a few customers who entered during her time waiting on her last master. She scanned the cafe, waving to a few of the regulars. The Helping Hand typically had a good mix of new and returning customers. With their level of surface, most new customers became regulars. If their food didn't keep them, Kyoko's personality, along with the other maids, sealed the deal.
As she looked about, she noticed a girl with a similar appearance to her. They weren't twins, but there weren't many people with different colored eyes. At least there weren't many that Kyoko knew of. She contemplated assisting the maid taking care of her. It would be a good excuse to talk to her, maybe learn how she felt about their strange feature. However, a wave at the edge of her focus took her attention.
"Emi-chan," she called out across the cafe. Her coworkers knew once Emi was there, Kyoko would need a short break. Kyoko was very protective of her younger sister, and she made sure she had everything she wanted while waiting for her shift to end. "Hey Emi-chan," she said as she slid into the seat next to her sister. "How'd school go?"
Post by Beatrice Akahito on Feb 7, 2016 23:27:06 GMT
She nodded at the maid who came her way with a very friendly and amical greeting. Taken aback slightly. It was her first time into this sort of cafe, obviously. She glanced at Kyoko, catching her doing the same, before the maid demanded her attention again, at wich she nodded. Where she wanted to sit. Beatrice knew the 'maid' was paid and upholding a role. But, somehow, she found she liked it. She smiled slowly. "Somewhere secluded," she looked around, a small tinge of pink appearing. Flustered slightly. This person was also still a human being. But, if she was in a place like this. Well, no need to hold back. "And please.. Call me Bea-chan.. Or something." She murmured silently. She only then realized just how of a silly and possibly rude request it was. They never met. She really needed to get a more social touch in school.
The maid nodded and almost sung her name, interrupting her train of tought. She started to lead Beatrice to her place. A rather secluded spot, as she had requested. Beatrice ordered a cup of coffee and a cupcake, visibly still slightly on edge. The maid bowed to her and Beatrice smiled in response, grabbing her still wounded forearm as she left. It still hurt like hell. And it felt like it was bleeding again. She sighed slowly and prayed for her bandages, and even her vest to keep the blood from dripping to the floor.
Stupid idea to actually enter a cafe when you're wounded.
Emi continued to study her books, class wasn't difficult, but it was boring. Sometimes, however, she felt overwhelmed as she was in a class ahead of her age, skipping a few grades. She was never directly picked on but she did feel some sense of animosity from certain classmates who, for lack of a better description, idiots. Emi would never say it out loud, though, she had to keep her image as a sweet innocent girl. Though that won't last if her grades keep falling.
They have only been falling slightly recently due to the amount of spirits she's had to deal with lately. Ignoring them isn't working any more, and something tells her they're getting restless. Over what, she doesn't know. What could spirits be worried about anyway? Aren't they already dead? Emi was lost in her thoughts when she heard her name being called.
Looking up she saw her big sis slipping into the seat next to her. "Hey Onee-San." Emi closed her book, her feet swinging as she wasn't tall enough for her feet to hit the floor. "School was ok I guess, I have a bunch of homework that I need to get through." She sighed. "How about you, hows work?"
The text to speech voice of Seran’s smartphone brought him out his mental wanderings. He looked down at the screen, where a tiny image of his head with an arrow above it showed his location on the GPS. He slid his thumb across the screen to exit the app, and slipped the phone back into his jacket pocket as he looked up at the building’s sign. His initial thought that “The Helping Hand” didn’t at all sound like the name of a cafe returned, and he scratched his head absentmindedly. As if on cue, a dark shape separated itself from the sign and drifted downwards, revealing itself as a black butterfly with purple markings on its wings. The creature fluttered around him for a moment, before landing on the door, its antennae probing for some way to enter. Seran paid little mind to his miniscule friend as he opened the door, but held it open just long enough for the insect to dark inside and sail off into the shop, looking for a place to perch and observe. Seran’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Its very bright in here.
The mod soul had very little idea of what exactly the expected procedure was in the cafe like this. He glanced around at the young women in maid costumes and had the sudden feeling that perhaps he had stumbled into one of those human ideas of fun that simply evaded his understanding. He ran his fingers back through his hair, as unkempt as it always was, and made ever more noticeable by its juxtaposition with his suit. Hopefully if he just stood there by the front of the store long enough someone would notice and clue him in on what exactly he should be doing.
"It's the same as usual," she replied to her sister. "Except we did get one really bad customer in. I'm probably going to have more annoyances at school because of it."
Emi was a smart kid, and likely knew exactly what Kyoko had been talking about. Emi was so smart in fact, she was progressing through her school work much quicker than her older sister. Kyoko didn't get jealous too often, but there were times she wished she had Emi's brain. Maybe then she would know what to say to her regarding the things they could see.
"So... have you been..." She scratched the back of her head. Her eyes searched the cafe as if the words would appear out of thin air. "You handling the spirit thing okay?" Not exactly the smoothest, but what else was she to say? She hadn't been able to see spirits for very long herself, and it was likely her fault her sister was dragged into the mess. The day a hollow almost killed Emi was still very fresh in her mind. "I know I said we'd talk about it and stuff, but I've been busy." Making excuses came easier. "Work and all that. Speaking of, I should probably get back to the front. Come get me if you need me."
Kyoko quickly rose from her seat, attempting to mask her awkwardness with an even more awkward smile. However, her smile faded when a butterfly fluttered into the cafe. Perplexed, she followed it with her eyes as it perched in an inconspicuous place. She couldn't place it, but there was something off about the butterfly. Before she was able to move to it, she stopped in front of the next customer who entered the cafe.
"Seran-sama," she spoke with a mix of excitement, surprise, and fear. "You came." She looked around to make sure nobody caught her outburst. While not the first time she had to make an excuse for acting strange since she began seeing spirits, it didn't become less embarrassing. As her eyes met with Emi's she realized that there was at least one person who could see him in the cafe.
"Light bulb!" She reached out to take Seran's hand. "Come sit with me and my sister." Killing two birds with one stone. She could get answers from Seran and have him explain things to Emi at the same time. Maybe she wasn't as smart, but she was still the older sister. She held more experience in making situations work for the better and staying light on her feet.
Post by Beatrice Akahito on Feb 8, 2016 19:41:35 GMT
Beatrice slowly traced her finger along the edges of the cup, after taking a sip. She was lost in thought by the looks of it. Huffing slightly, resting her head on her palm. Her reiatsu was slowly rising and falling. Indicating either a very bad mood or just a lack of control. She blankly stared at the cup. Slowly, the coffee inside started to get even hotter, more condensced smoke rising from it. And after a short while, it softly bubbled. It was already at a boiling temperature. The soft voice of the to her assigned maid called her back to reality, her eyes widening as she sat up. Only now noticing the small trickle of blood on the table. Shit. Her reiatsu immediatly was supressed to some extent again.
She looked at the maid in confusion. "I.. Got hit by a cyclist on the way here." She blurted out as an excuse, taking a napkin and pressing it against her arm and standing up. "I'm sorry." It was a small amount of blood, so, it was pretty passable as an excuse. She fished a small wallet from her backpack, blush increasing. Dear god, this was emberassing. And she sure was panicking, despite the girl's attempted soothing.
She had heard 'spirit stuff' before, so, there was a chance there were other spiritually aware people. People that could sense her.
Handing over the yen, plus a moderate tip, Beatrice grabbed her backpack again and hurried out, several trickles of blood running down from her hand, ignoring the new costumer.
Emi's facial expression kind of died down at the mention of spirits, She was able to deal with them at first, and for the longest time she was alone. The reveal that Kyoko could also see spirits was a surprise and while she welcomed another person to talk to about it, she felt as though the more she talked about it the more spirits she encountered. "Its... ok I guess." She fiddled with her thumbs a bit as she spoke. "It doesn't help that stranger things are beginning to happen." She hasn't spoken to Kyoko about her strange experiences with water, she was still in disbelief herself.
It was at that point that Kyoko had shouted someone's name, looking to the object of Kyoko's outburst Emi laid her eyes upon major hotness and this disturbingly off-putting essence. Emi couldn't help but stare until Kyoko continued to speak to him. Who was this person? Why was Kyoko so familiar with him? Every guest is called 'goshujinsama' for the most part but Kyoko is on a name basis with this man. He is clearly older than Kyoko, is there some taboo relationship going on here?
Emi didn't speak until Kyoko invited him to sit with them. "Huh? Oh um..." Emi didn't know this person, sure Kyoko did but even for Kyoko this person doesn't seem like the type she'd hang around with. Giving the man a very wary look Emi was able to mutter a quiet. "Hi?"
“Ah, yes hello. I felt like some tea and remembered what you said.”
Remembering how scared she had been of him when they first met, Seran attempted a friendly smile. He hoped outside the gloom and dim lighting of the pawn shop he’d seem less…. whatever it was she had thought he was when she attempted to bolt from the shop. Kyoko looked at him, then around the shop, and Seran could see the gears in her head turning, though the reason behind it was a mystery.
“Is something the mat-...”
Before he knew what was happening he was being dragged into the shop by the hand, with Kyoko insisting he come and sit with her and her…
Sister hmm? Interesting.
Seran let himself be led, and a moment later Kyoko sat him down next to the girl he assumed was her sister. She was younger then Kyoko if Seran was any judge, and he wouldn’t necessary have picked them out as sisters. Given his suspicions of Kyoko’s origin he suspected if he saw their parents her sister would look more like them the she did. She looked at him with a mix of curiosity and slight suspicion and he realized he had been staring. He tried to smile again, though he suspected she felt as awkward about the situation as he did. She muttered a quiet greeting.
Kyoko would have sat and introduced them properly, but there was a person who looked in need of help exiting the cafe. It didn't matter who it was, Kyoko was ever the helpful little maid. At least while she was on the clock. She cared about the well being of others, but typically she wouldn't go out of her way unless things were really bad. Fortunately, it was the girl with similar eyes that gave her even more incentive to help.
"Seran-sama, Emi-chan. Emi-chan, Seran-sama. I'll be right back."
Hurrying over to the girl, she waved her down before she managed to leave. "Excuse me, hello. Do you need help?" It was obvious the girl was bleeding, though it wasn't a lot. Definitely more than a small cut, but no larger than the time she accidentally cut herself while sharpening her sword. "Are you hurt badly? I passed my first aid classes, I can clean and dress the wound for you."
If she accepted, Kyoko knew she'd have a chance to slip in a question or two about her eyes. Also, it was a good publicity stunt for the cafe. Nothing major, but it would reassure what the regulars already knew and possibly have the newcomers feel more comfortable. "We have a first aid kit inside."
Emi watched as the man sat down and Kyoko quickly introduced them. As Kyoko ran off Emi attempted to stop her, but if her job called to her she couldn't. She was now left with this awkward, disheveled, heap of a man. As Emi continued to stare her suspicion of him grew. Who was he? Why did Kyoko seem so friendly toward him, he's clearly too old for her. It was only a moment later that Emi realized she was staring after he responded to her hi.
"So uh..." Emi wasn't sure how to approach this topic. She tapped her fingers on the table, glancing between him and where she saw her sister run off to. "How exactly do you know my sister... you're not some sort of pedophile are you?" Emi didn't say it quietly so it definitely attracted the attention of a few adjacent patrons.
"Let me tell you now, Kyoko wouldn't be interested, you aren't her type, however..." Emi trailed off for a bit before bending over the table, covering the side of her mouth and whispering. "We have an older brother, he's dark and gloomy like you, you guys should totally hit it off." Emi knew their brother wasn't gay, but maybe just maybe she could find the right guy for him.
Post by Beatrice Akahito on Feb 13, 2016 17:54:09 GMT
She blinked slowly as a maid followed her swiftly. Well, there goes trying to keep a low profile, she tried to pay and just get out, over to plan B. Beatrice half expected to be chewed out for the blood and her panicked state, so she was more than pleasantly surprised when she heard Kyoko's gentle voice asking her whether she needed help. No matter how obvious the answer was, Beatrice at least felt relieved. "Uhh.. Yeah. Help would be nice." Was what she murmured, still rather taken aback and emberassed. She was still holding the napkin underneath her arm. "It's not that bad." Beatrice cleared her throat and mustered enough courage to actually look the other girl in the eyes. "Thank you." She said at notion of the first aid kit. Her brain kicked into overdrive. She now had to formulate a second lie about the wound, since a cyclist hitting her wouldn't even cause something remotely close to a third degree burn at all.
I can manipulate ions and neutrons, through that, generate heat and electricity. But, I'm shit at it so I often burn myself. Not the best explanation. It wasn't credible, nor did it make her look any good. Well, she'd come up with something, hopefully, this'd be in time. She followed the maid inside again, looking around the shop again, still having the cloth pressed against her forearm.
Seran’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at Emi’s comments. He already had a feeling he would find her much less interesting than her sister. He wondered if it was normal these days for a girls as young as her (at least he assumed she was young), to have such adult thoughts about someone moments after making their acquaintance. She did provide at least one piece of information that was useful to him: Kyoko had another sibling, this one male.
“You have a very active imagination.”
His eyes drifted over to where Kyoko had run off to, she appeared to be tending to someone with an injury on their arm. For a moment he considered getting up to assist, but then stopped, how exactly would he explain healing someone’s injuries? Kyoko would likely understand, but the rest of the normal people in the shop…. he didn’t want that kind of attention drawn to him. He continued watching the two of them anyway, wondering if Kyoko might possibly have developed some way to heal the girl. The realization the Emi was still staring at him put him slightly on edge, until he realized he still hadn’t answered her original question.
“I only met your sister a couple days ago, she wandered into one of the businesses I own and uh…. made a mess. But she apologized and invited me to come here for a discounted drink, so I obliged.”
Kyoko lead the injured girl to one of the back rooms of the cafe. They were usually used to entertain the higher paying guests. Those tended to want seclusion, and to have their reputation untarnished by their vice of enjoying a pleasant maid cafe. It was always that way, but it became more common as the cafe grew in popularity. The karaoke rooms were also in the back, though those weren't used much at all. Being newer additions, the word simply hadn't got out yet. Kyoko figured they could compete with dedicated karaoke places if they pushed hard enough.
"In here," she opened a private room. "So what happened?"
The first aid kit was tucked away under a sofa in the room. They found that it helped 'heal' injured customers to see the maid's bend over in front of them. Kyoko didn't give it any thought as her panties flashed to the girl. She was more concerned with helping her. "Reminds me of the cuts I got fighting against the jerks at school." With the first aid kit opened on the table, she started cleaning and dressing the girl's wound. "Say, you ever get bullied because of your eyes too?" "Smooth, not forced at all Kyoko," she thought to herself.
Post by Beatrice Akahito on Feb 17, 2016 20:35:12 GMT
Beatrice nodded. "Thanks." She said again as she stepped into the private room, looking around, still holding her arm. She sighed slowly. "So some guy with a motorcycle.. You know, those exhaust pipes are fuming hot," she rolled up her sleeve, revealing the hastily tied bandages, "that happened." That went incredibly smooth. She was getting pretty good at this lying thing. She didn't really enjoy lying, but, in this case, it was nescessary. As Kyoko suddenly bent over, Beatrice arched an eyebrow. "Your uhmm.. Underwear is showing.. When you bend over like that. You'd better duck through your knees, just so you know." She pointed out. She didn't really care for it, so, it was a friendly remark, rather than a perverted note.
Beatrice put her arm on the table and looked between the wound and Kyoko. "Cuts? And wich jerks? And Karakura high?" She asked, arching an eyebrow. She hadn't really seen the girl around before, but, then again, she barely paid any attention in school. Not to her lessons, nor to her surroundings. "M-my eyes?" She asked, rather taken aback, before smirking slowly. "Being bullied means I gotta have some social contact.. People seem to just evade me," she let out a slow chuckle. There was some hint of sadness in it, however.
Emi did not like being around this guy at all. He was very off putting and seemed like he didn't want to be here at all. Emi didn't ask for him to sit there, he could have refused Kyoko's offer. His blatant disregard for her was beginning to irritate her. She noticed he was watching Kyoko intently, why? What kind of shop could this type of person run? Certainly wouldn't be a people friendly place as he seems to be completely uninterested in everyone, except Kyoko seemingly.
"A mess? Sounds like my sister..." Emi continued watching him intently. Emi doubts she and Kyoko are the only people that can see spirits, in fact she always believed psychics were always faking it until recently. Could this person also? It'd make a lot more sense, sure he's taking advantage of a discount drink but he seems far more interested in her sister than the drink itself.
Certainly one to pry, Emi wanted to confront him. Opening her book she began to continue her homework. "Do you believe in ghosts Mr...Seran was it?" She wasn't looking at him, working intently on her advanced math homework.
She wasn't sure what was worse. Being bullied sucked, though she was able to prove her dominance to anyone who tried to walk over her. When you were a girl who not only enjoyed games, but was damn good at them, it became natural to defend yourself at all times. Life and games were two very different things. However, Kyoko and likely many other otaku kind could compare anything to mechanics in games. It made things easier, safer, and more understandable... at least to them. She wanted to believe that she got off easy. "I think I'd rather be bullied than hit by a motorcycle."
Kyoko noted the sadness in her voice. If people avoided her, she assumed she'd be much happier. She may have been a social creature in her games. Anonymity made her feel more comfortable. Being hidden behind an avatar met she was safe. Things did get weird when voice chat exposed her as a girl in a 'man's world', but never did she feel personally attacked. Her sister could even claim she enjoyed being able to trash talk with the things she undoubtedly heard her shouting.
Her curiosity grew, thinking of different reasons why she was avoided. Having different colored eyes made them targets, not people to avoid. There were only two camps, people who bullied them, and people who idolized them. Actually, there was a third camp who could care less, but Kyoko felt the same about them. "Yeah, Karakura High. I don't get off so easy with my eyes."
"Anyway, I think that takes care of your arm." She cleaned up her things, and returned the first aid kit under the sofa. This time she was careful not to flash her panties. She led the girl out and to the front, giving Emi and Seran a glance as she passed. "Have a good day, and I hope to see you around. Oh! I totally forgot! The name's Kagami, Kyoko."
Seran frowned slightly as Kyoko and the other girl he didn’t recognize made their way into the back of the shop and out of sight. His eyes drifted to the corner of the shop where his jigokucho had chosen to perch, and as if on cue it fluttered to life and made its way to the back of the shop to keep on eye on what he could not. He returned his attention to Emi, who seemed to have lost interest and returned to her homework. Her question regarding ghosts surprised him slightly, not that he was surprised she could see them, but that she would bring it up with him.
“So you can see them as well huh? No need to be coy about it, I’m hardly surprised given that you’re Kyoko’s sibling.”
He wished Kyoko would come back, the other waitresses seemed to have decided that she was his server. That and he wasn’t entirely appreciative of the looks the other customers were giving him, sitting alone with Emi when his vessel appeared old enough to be her father. Trying to ignore the looks, he glanced at the girl’s homework, it seems somewhat advanced for her age, but he wasn’t exactly sure what human education was like.
“You know your sister was looking for ghosts when she stumbled her way into my store. At least you’re a bit more subtle about it, asking a question, she just started blurting things out, and seeing ghosts probably isn’t something to be advertising.”
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