Author: witheringtoviolet PM
Jou's hired to work at a near by cafe as a waiter. Even through his mistakes and tears, why won't his arrogant boss fire him? SetoxJou AURated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Seto K. & K. Jounouchi - Chapters: 11 - Words: 29,722 - Reviews: 163 - Favs: 45 - Follows: 63 - Updated: 08-09-08 - Published: 04-24-08 - id: 4217707
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Author's Note: If you want me to finish, like if you really, really, really, want me to finish, you should let me know. Haha hope you enjoy.
"So why do you wanna join?" His speech was lazy and tedious, the thin toothpick still on the edge of his mouth. His thick locks of white and grey shades often bounced as he changed his posture from practically laying down to leaning down. Jou had no idea why such a lazy person would be working here. It was still amusing however, to find someone more lethargic than himself. He tried to focus as the drowsy eyes watching Jou rolled now and then.
"I want to join because," He paused for a moment. He remembered her face for some inspiration. "I want to make people happy." Jou's voice didn't quiver, which was great- since he didn't want it to, over the anxiety he was facing right now. He sighed and watched the white haired man chuckle to himself. It was finally then he sat up from his wooden seat and combed the right side of his head down the messy locks.
"You're in." A voice came from behind, a shorter figure with sharp burgundy eyes. He walked over to Jou while his black, blond, even auburn hair began to glisten under the florescent lights of the restaurant. It was then Jou finally realized the reply of his answer, and he felt his own eyes grow wide with pleasure.
"T-Thanks." He murmured, trying to contain the satisfaction that is.
"I'm the manager here," The low voice spoke with a gentle smile. "Yami."
"Jounouchi Katsuya." And with that, they shook their firm hands and nodded.
"Your training starts tomorrow, let's see- when does Ryou come in?" The man named Yami would look over to the drowsy figure whose identity was still yet unknown.
"Seven." He replied shortly as he yawned.
"Eight. Jou, if I may call you that," Yami spoke fast. "Come tomorrow at eight in the morning."
Jou nodded and stood from his seat to once again thank the generous manager. The shorter man chuckled and walked away from the other direction he entered in. As Jou watched him leave, he saw the white haired man raise his hand slowly for a slight wave. Jou turned around to see a tall brunet walking deftly against his shoulder all too quickly.
They greeted, gently nodding and with that, the figure was easily gone as he easily entered.
"I guess I'll be going then," Jou spoke quietly, a bit confused. "Thanks."
"Hey," The lazy voice called out. "Since you'll be working here, and hence you'll be my co-worker, I'll spit out a warning." Jou raised an eyebrow.
"It's gonna be like hell working here. Just letting you know."
Jou chuckled and murmured thanks under his breath and began to walk away.
Once he walked out from the café, he turned around to stare at its beautiful essence of glory. The beige-yellow like walls that dazzled next to the lamppost of the night looked dreamier than any stars. Just when he was falling into a silent muse of satisfaction, without himself realizing- a tall figure bumped into Jou directly, exposing some wet material all across his face and chest. Jou coughed loudly and managed to find balance, not falling to the floor but moved a few spaces back in heavy steps. He looked up and cursed loudly.
"What the hell?" His eyesight was slightly covered by some thick, cold cream with his thin fingers, he rubbed his big eyes off.
"Why the hell are you just standing in the middle of the damn street?" A cold voice growled, and while Jou still fought to get the cream off his eyes, he spat back.
"If you opened your damn eyes, maybe you would've seen someone actually standing, you prick!"
"Idiot dog- I don't have time for this." And with an arrogant speech, Jou heard footsteps run off further and further across the concrete.
"Come back here, you-" As his mouth opened, Jou tasted the thick cream on the side of his lips- this delicious concoction of fresh strawberries and pure, white crème it seemed. He began to lick his fingers as he finally managed to open his honey colored eyes. The cool night breeze only triggered the fruit's scent into his nose and forgetting the little rant Jou faced, he smiled in delight and walked all the way home secretly licking off every bit of the crème.
"I bet Bakura-kun said something he shouldn't have."
"How'd you know?"
The gang groaned, grabbing seats in the empty tables- tired from the wait.
"What did you say?" Yami growled while he rubbed his forehead. A small, petite head leaned on his shoulders and let out a gentle sigh.
"That it's going to be like hell working here."
"Why would you say something like that, Bakura-kun?"
"Because it is!"
The crowd groaned once again and sat there in silence. It was then a gentle bell rang, alerting all that someone entered and with excitement they all stood from their seat to greet.
"Who the hell is Jonouchi?" The figure alerted in such hyper salutation.
They scoffed at the entering brunet and sat back in disappointment, gently sighing to themselves.
"He's the new guy we finally hired." Yami replied.
"But Bakura-kun scared him away." A small voice peeped in the corner, still leaning on Yami's shoulders.
"SORRY I'M LATE!" With a loud bang and a few moments of losing balance, a thin, golden haired shape entered simultaneously. The five men all flinched at such entrance and stood from their seat almost defensively. When they actually got to see the figure finding his poise, trying to stand confident- they all began to chuckle and giggle, depending who it was.
"Just don't ever be late again." Yami replied, ending the gentle laughter amongst them.
Suddenly, in a flash- a couple of sapphire eyes met the golden's and in the light it glistened with knowledge.
"You're the stupid mutt I crashed into yesterday." He remarked, raising his dark eyebrow.
"You're the sarcastic dog that called me a prick." He pointed out once more and with that the four men behind him gaped silently, finding a bit of an amusement.
"You mean, you're the prick that poured the crème all over my face- you prick." Jou shot back, not realizing where he was at the moment. The blond had an awful short attention span and sometimes it was useful- sometimes and definitely not.
"You're the imbecile that started to doze off in the middle of the damn public street."
"You're the bitch that ran away scared after creaming my whole damn body!"
At this point, Bakura and Yami were holding their stomachs trying to refrain from laughing out loud. The shorter men sighing next to them looked over the situation carefully.
"Seto-kun, you know Jounouchi-kun?"
"He ran into me with some strawberry shit!" Jou cut Seto's speech deliberately.
"Strawberry…? The strawberry crème pie for Mokuba?"
Then the brunet rolled his eyes and walked away toward the back. With one question, all remained silent and melancholy. Jou blew out a scoff and combed his fair locks back.
"What's his problem? Who is he anyway?" He questioned to himself, under his breath.
"He's your pâtissier."
"Y-You mean, I w-work for that guy?" Jou gulped a whole lot of saliva.
In unison the four men nodded, not opening their mouth to reply.
"I told you it's like hell." Bakura teased and turned to follow the brunet.
Author's Note: It's kind of hard to imagine Seto as the main 'baker' of the story, but since i knew most about desserts and cakes from the food genre, i decided to make him into a pâtissier. The five people that work here are: Seto, Bakura, Yami, Ryou, and Yugi. This is an AU story, and i do not own any of the characters. I haven't decided on the name of the cafe/bakery so review me ideas of it! I'm hoping to make this one heartwarming and sweet, and i hope i can reach across to the readers. Thank you(: