Happiness is... | By : vampmistress76 Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 2679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Happiness is... Simply Talking
Keiko collapsed into one of the secluded booths at the back of the Yukimura Noodle Shop. 'Thank goodness for coffee breaks,' she thought, pillowing her head on her arms on the tabletop.
She sat that way for a few minutes, just relaxing after the rush hour they had just experienced earlier. It was during this time that her mind turned back to the strange incident that had occurred while on her way to work.
Black tunic rippling in the wind, the flying shadow bars her way, and studies her impassively with probing, red eyes.
'It was like being in some weird, surreal dream.... And he was an alien inspector from another world, telepathically reading my brain to see if I was fit to marry his race's martian King, or something...'
"Oh my, I've been watching too much anime lately," the girl said outloud.
"Are you happy?"
'That question was so serious. What does it mean to him, that I should be happy? We've never even talked before.'
Keiko shook her head, it was hopeless to even think she could possibly figure out someone as complex as Hiei. Despite giving up, Keiko could not dispell the niggling voice in the back of her head.
"Well, he asked a good question.... Are you happy?"
She had told him 'yes'.
"Liar," he had responded.
But he was the liar, right? Why wouldn't she be happy? Sure, life after the breakup with Yusuke had been hard, but she had her friends, her family, the noodle shop...
"Break time was over two minutes ago! Back to work, everyone!" shouted the new manager her parents had hired, ever mindful of his workers' laziness, and more than dedicated to saving the shop from Inefficieny's Horrors: Including, but not limited to, The Inefficiency of Putting Too Much Noodle In The Dishes, The Inefficientcy of Prolonged Boiling, The Inefficiency of Talking, The Inefficiency of Idleness, The Ineff--
Then again...
Sighing dejectedly, Keiko rose from her booth, bracing herself for yet another grilling day of work.
~*~Kurama straightened from his desk, which he had been sitting behind for the past few hours. Raising his arms above his head, the red head stretched his cramped muscles as he craned his neck in order to see the clock on the far wall.
11:45
'Lunch hour,' he thought idly. 'Wonder where I could go to get a quick bite?'
Rising from the desk, Kurama reached for his jacket which was draped on the back of his chair. He reached inside the top drawer of his desk, withdrawing a set of keys and making his way to the front entrance of the flower boutique, which his stepfather owned. He pulled the inner shade down, turned over the 'Out to Lunch' sign in the window, and exited through the front door. Turning around, he set about locking up the store for the next hour until he sensed something which caused him to pause, a smirk coming to his lips.
"Well, hello again, Hiei." Kurama greeted his fire apparition friend without even turning around.
"Fox," the fire demon acknowledged.
Finishing up with the lock, Kurama finally turned around, placing the keys in his pocket in the process. "Something I can help you with, Hiei? Perhaps you'd like to buy some flowers?" The amusement was evident in Kurama's voice.
::snort:: "hn... Actually, Yusuke sent me here."
"Oh... so, Yusuke's the one wanting flowers?"
"Perhaps the seeds in your hair have sprouted theiry iny into your head? No. He just wants to talk about something."
Kurama frowned, "Could it perhaps wait? I was just on my way to lunch, and I only have..." he looked at his watch, "...fifty minutes, and I have yet to decide on where to go."
"He wants to meet us at the Yukimura Noodle shop," Hiei said, pretending he hadn't heard.
"Oh," Kurama smiled, "Well, that solves my little problem then, doesn't it. Very well, I'll be just a second."
Saying nothing, Hiei crossed hrms,rms, and leaned against the the shop's brick wall with an expression of studied patience.
When Kurama had his jacket on and was ready, he turned to the dark haired demon. "Let's go then, shall we?"
~*~You're total is 200 yen, enjoy your noodles, sir." Keiko said, as she accepted the money from her 50th customer, feeling her obligatory polite smile starting to crack at the edges.
It seemed that rush hour hadn't ended after all. It had instead went on temporary hiatus, which must have ended because there was now a swarm of customers converging on the Yukimura Noodle Shop en masse.
And now they milled about impatiently in front the newly renovated counter.
"Hey, I ordered no sugar in my tea..."
"--little boys have grown so big, Yuki...."
"Where's the soy sauce?"
"--telling you, they didn't mean to call you 'chibi,' but you have to understand..."
"Oi! whoever you kids are! This is employees only..."
"You can't just bite people like that, no matter what they s."
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