Maid Cafe Kawaii

Sayuka was at the slaughterhouse in the morning to chop some of the meat she brought. After leaving the slaughterhouse she went home to change. She put on a pink and black walolita dress on, a frilly headdress and a frilly choker. She then grabbed the bag of meat and her cleaver and left her apartment. Sayuka walked about five minutes until she got to the cafe. It was 8 am and she unlocked the door to the cafe. Inside she put the meat into the fridge and waited for her employees to come in. Fridays through Sundays it was her job to supervise the maids and cooks. Sayuka sat down and started looking through a magazine.

Fuuyutsuki came directly after, in her usual uniform of grey maid's dress with a black frilled apron and black stockings. Her cap, black velvet with grey trim, was situated cocked on her head. Her hair was pinned back in a tight but curly bun at the base of her neck, and little strands of hair whisped by her ears. She seemed ready to work, as she usually did, and she carried with her, only an umbrella that matched her outfit.

"Morning Sayuka-san. How was your night?" She asked casually, passing behind her into the door. Her shoes, neatly polished, clacked down the entrance hall.

Its was nearly half past seven when Maya left her home dressed in her maids uniform which consist of a long sleeved black Lolita maids dress that just ends below her knees. White laces decorates the end of the skirt as well as the sleeves. A cute black ribbon is tied on the collar matching the ribbons tied on her hair. Black stockings and cute black shoes completes her uniform. A duffel bag rest in her arms containing her prized katana. It seems that everywhere she went she always had the said sword by her side. She whistled a small tune as she walked towards the Cafe. The cafe itself was only fifteen minutes away from her home but she just couldnt resist taking the long way.

It was exactly 8am when she reached the cafe. The girl knew their boss was already in the premises awaiting the rest of the staff. How fun! Sayuka was quite known to be the early bird around the cafe probably because of the meats she brings with her. Ahh...Those delicious meats she had a feeling what those meats are but she really, plainly didnt care they were just to delicious!

"Morning Sayuka-chan!, Fuuyutsuki-chan! How are you guys?" She asked cheerfully. Walking inside the shop as she brushed a few strands of stray hair away from her face.

Kaori was rushing down the street about 5 minutes down the road from the cafe, she was repeating to herself "i'm not late!, i'm not late!"
She soon reached the cafe doors and managed to stumble into the cafe, she glanced around, and took a huge breath.

"MORNING!, or afternoon, i'm actually not sure... my alarm was just errr... nevermind, Hi Sayuka and Fuuyutsuki!

"Morning everybody. I had a good night. I found a vi... uh good pig at the slaughthouse. Meat is in the fridge." Sayuka said and smiled. That was close. She almost said victim. "That animal had enough meat to supply the cafe for a week. Until customers come brew some coffee and find something to do." She then went to the fridge and got a jerky she made at home out of the victim. While eating it, she thought: "Who knows. I am a cannibal serving other people human meat without them knowing and I dont regret it because it tastes so good."

The walk to the café wasn’t all that bad. The weather was nice, the birds were singing and the park detour was especially scenic. But even so, Nagi Yamato felt the need to pull his red and white ‘Takashi’s Delivery Service’ baseball cap over his face. No matter where he looked, Nagi just seemed to be seeing more and more people. Although it was early the town was waking up fast. It wasn’t that Nagi didn’t like people…

What he disliked was when a group of giggling girls or an attractive young man walked by and made eye contact with him, maybe even said ‘Good morning’, which left him feeling flustered and uncomfortable in his own skin.

Besides his baseball cap, the dark haired adolescent was dressed in a white cotton shirt with two buttons and a collar. A small red stripe warped around the collar and on the sleeves, and ‘Takashi’s Deliver Service’ was emblazed across the left side of his chest in red stitching. He also wore jeans, being held up with a silver buckled white belt and black loafers, comfortable for a lot of walking.

Nagi didn’t do a lot of hours and the ones he did where usually small, one box deliveries around town, so the company weren’t bothered about him wearing jeans. They would have preferred him feeling more comfortable and relaxed then hot and bothered, though the wannabe musician still managed to end up this way.

Three sharp taps on the café’s glass front door announced his presence to the girls inside and while he waited he attempted to steady his breathing. Delivering to the café was a double edged sword… On one hand he got to see a fine assortment of lovely ladies and sample their delicious produce.

On the other hand, their beauty often left his heart racing and he found it difficult to speak, he avoided eye contact thought unfortunately his eyes lingered elsewhere. Some of the girls took his stuttering speech and his ‘wandering eyes’ as a sign that he was a pervert and a lecherous guy who they shouldn’t be associated with.

Nagi always felt crummy when one of the more upfront girls confronted him about his ‘perverted’ ways, though he had never tried to defend himself. He hated confrontations and besides, how could they understand his feelings, when they were girls? Women always took it the wrong way when men tried to explain that they couldn’t help looking where they did… Girls were just so lovely to look at.

Shaking his head and rearranging his dark hair underneath his cap, Nagi tried to think more positively of the situation. Perhaps today would be better for him… Perhaps today would be a ‘good day‘. And perhaps pigs would fly and golden koi fish would start granting people three wishes.

"You look timid as always Nagi..." whispered a gentle voice from the door of the cafe. There stood Hitomi Omari, wearing a black kimono with patterns of white petals at the bottom. Her black hair sat perfectly still, shining, framing her pale face that held a smile used to play against the young man's nature - a smile accompanied by a small wink and a flirtatious giggle as she entered.

"Good morning, girls." She said loudly a smile still stuck on her face.

Without waiting for any replies, Omari headed to the kitchen and inspected the inside of the fridge. There were new meats, and their various smells hit like a wonderful gust of delicious air, on the edge of being mouth watering.

Omari closed the fridge almost excited at the prospect of cooking that delicious meat...

Kida held the fire extinguisher in his hand and had it pointed at the toaster. Alright. It's just toast. It should not catch on fire, breath Kida, breath. The bread popped up and made him jump, almost pulling the trigger for the extinguisher. "Did I do it?" He slowly reached for the piece of toast only to find one side was completely black. "Ah, well, bon apetite." He tried biting the piece of toast, nearly breaking his jaw doing so. He threw it away and shrugged, realizing that he should have expected this. He grabbed his book bag, which had his laptop inside, and left his apartment to get a bite to eat at the cafe next door.

He had only moved into the neighborhood a week ago and just started eating at the cafe three days ago. He typically ate a typical breakfast with eggs and bacon, but usually went light on dinner with a salad. He had once tried to make a salad himself, but since his parents said it could be used as a biochemical weapon. He took out his i-pod and started listening to YKZ. He wasn't sure what time the cafe opened exactly so he decided to run into the convenience store at the corner and browse the magazines to pass the time.

"Morning Nagi-kun!" Amane greeted the timid teen as she pop her head out of the door before walking towards the kitchen to brew some coffee for the others. Until someone came eh? Probably wont take that long before customers start pouring in like sweet morning coffee. Now thats a funny thought, a smile gently crossed her delicate face humming a sweet song as she took the coffee container from the cupboards. She place a few spoonfuls into the machine enough for 10 people or so she hoped. Some of the maids are known to be addicted to the sweet,savory taste of coffee in the morning which is why she sent a small prayer to the heavenly Kami-sama for it to be enough or at least enough till some till some of their patrons arrive which shouldnt actually be long.....

Breathing in the scent of the coffee as she re-entered the room, Fuu looked from here and there. She noticed that Omari was the last to arrive as usual, and that Nagi had come buy with their delivery. "Ah, if it isn't our favorite little bon-vi-vonte. Won't you come in for some tea? The coffee will take a moment, but you're welcome to wait at a table." With that, she put a hand on a hip and went back to straightening.

The rush would pick up soon, and it was always nice to have a few things ready for the day when it first began. Especially for all those who passed buy in a hurry on their way to school or work.

Today the school was having its cultural festival. Some of the students were allowed to go down the street to the cafe. By 10 am the cafe was packed with male and female customers. After eating a group of guys came to Sayuka and said: "This place is great. Who is the manager?" "I am the manager. Thank you for your compliments." Sayuka said. Then the guys asked: "Really? Can you get us the numbers of some of your girls or even introduce them sometime?" "For that, you need to ask them yourselves." Sayuka answered and smiled.

Upon taking a tray of tinkling drinks accross the room, Fuuyutsuki heard the little conversation and smirked maliciously to herself. "Yeah, I bet these little boys would fancy an old lady like me. They just want something easy to pick at and leave on a plate. Oh, society's going down hill fast..." With her thought concluded, she set the drinks on the table she stood before and re-crossed the parlor.

Kida walked into the cafe, removing his head phones and realizing that he should have gotten there a lot sooner as the place was packed. He walked up to the front counter, unsure if he should seat himself or not. He looked at a table of all female high school students, as they sat and stared at him. He gave a little wave and smile making the girls blush and look away. "Look's like this place gets quite a bit of business." Thought he started going there three days ago he had only eaten there twice so far, skipping dinner last night. He moved his hair back behind his ear, a few strands still falling to the front of his face. Normally he would just sit and pull put his laptop to work on homework, not a very interesting customer to say the least.

A smile played on Maya´s delicate face as she winked to a few of the guys that were now chatting with Sayaka. The young girl had just caught their conversation. Their numbers eh? Probably guys who just enjoy playing with young girl´s heart or better yet just looking for a one night stand. A soft sigh escaped her lips oh how tempting it would be to give them a good kick in their manhoods! But even that was a bit too mean for them...."Heres your order enjoy!" She said sweetly as she placed the delicious cup of coffee and apple cream pie on a customer´s table. Sure we could play with them if they dare ask..... With that devious thought in her mind she went to take an order from one of the customers.

"Um, hi, Omari-san, Amane-san, Fuu-san..." Nagi said quietly to himself, even though half of those girls had moved off elsewhere to get their business moving. When they were face to face to him, Nagi usually became too flustered to talk and blushed like a beetroot.

Pulling his cap further down his forehead to hide his face, Nagi shifted the box's weight around under his arm to make it more steady, as it was beginning to slip from his grasp. Glancing around with his vision blurred, he pushed his glasses back up his nose to his vision could right itself. Seeing that everyone was busy and no one was going to help him, he decided to head to the back by himself. Slowly, though, in case somebody didn't want him back there and would have time to stop him.

"I'll just... Drop this delivery in the back, if you don't mind..." He said to the room, louder than usual, but probably still not loud enough for anyone in the already buzzing room to hear. After waiting a few moments and recieving no direct reply, he began to take his slow, long steps towards the counter and the door which led to the kitchen.

"Wait! Wait, Nagi-kun!" Fuu stopped him, pulling herself backward from the coffee maker, the pot still clenched in her hands. "You needn't trouble yourself with all that. Just leave them there on the counter and I'll take them back." She breathed. "The kitchen staff are very... clumsy, and I'd much rather it be me who ran into one than you. They'd yell at you." With that, she set the coffee pot down and made a gesture that indicated she wanted the boy to hand the boxes over.

kaori was standing close to the entrance waiting impatiently for some sort of communication. she never maid much friends because she moved alot, she was beggining to envy the other staff because they were so confident in themselves.

h-hey um.. do, does anyone need some help in the kitchen or serving tables today i don't mind at all.. really.