My Wish

"Work, and get some money he says. You should start getting more money so we can party, she says. What am I, their slave?" A petite beautiful child whispered to himself. The tone of his voice was malicious and as if he was ready to strangle somebody. After all, this week wasn't exactly the perfect benevolent week for this charming "child". At the beginning of th week, he had lost his wallet. After that, he had accidentally broken the ceiling in their small 2-room house. To make things worse, the weather was terrible. It had been storms of raining stampede. This would've all been fine if they had some budget to fix the roof. Unfortunately, the boy and his accomplices weren't the type to save things. They believed in the moral "Spend everything now, worry later."

Although they did work, and their boss paid them quite fairly, the cost wasn't something they could gather in just a week. Thus, the cause of all this problem had to work extra time to gain more money. Fortunately for him, he had found a part-time job for a popular restaurant. He thanked the Lord and his own karma for such fortunate discovery. Of course, not literally because he believed in no God.

For the job interview, he wore his clothes more spectacular and fashionable than his usual outfits. The clothes he wore weren't neither his usual school-uniforms that aroused the suku-fetish otakus, nor a maid outfit he was forced to wear by the boss at work. It was a top with vests, designed with some gold sewings. He wore a skirt that could danger his identity. His hair today was pulled completely back into a long pony-tail, and his shoes were one of the most popular in-stock brands. Honestly, if he looked a older, he could attract more people. But as how he is now, he just seemed like a little girl trying to imitate her mother.

As he entered the shop, he was quite surprised by the amount of people in it. The restaurant was booming with customers, and everyone seemed so busy. Could he handle it? Probably. Does he want to do all this? Definitely not. However, there was no use crying over spilled milk. Thus, he decided to man up and take responsibility for what he had done. he looked around, and quickly found a teenage-looking chef(?) sitting down. Was he at break? At this busy hour?

"Disgusting," Yume thought to himself. What a dishonorable man, taking a break and not helping others out at this kind of time. So Yume thought. He had also taken notice that Shirou was possibly not even human. Perhaps a Shinigami? Or some other entity that he has still not heard of? His eyes looked straight at Shirou, and the expression "disapproval" was written all over Yume's face. A bit frowning. Then, he was called by the owner of the restaurant.

"Yume?" He asked.

"Hai~!" He responded cheerfully, going back to his "female ego". He smiled with an innocent look, fabricating his real thoughts.

"Well, it's great that you're all excited about work but... Aren't you a little... Too young?"

The 4 feet 9 inches tall Suigura flinched. The owner just struck his weakest point. His height. With all his might, Yume forced down his anger and continued to smile.

"Tee hee, I'm already 18 if you hadn't noticed!" Lie. Complete lie, "And although I may look like this, I'm very well experienced at working! I work at this store not far from here, so I'm fine with this kind of job you know~"
-----"Just get this over with and let me work you dirty old man!" His thought exactly.


And so, Yume had been hired and became a co-worker with another Suigura. Their days were surely to get interesting.