LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN,

[YAMAMOTO AKANE]

SHE'S THE SYMBOL OF RESISTANCE ♫
and she's holding on my heart like a hand grenade

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"Oh, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you; I want to make you move, because you're standing still," sang Akane in a hushed tone to the rhythmic drumming of flats on pavement, a sound familiar to her as she preferred to walk places. It was so...nice. The loud crowd of people shuffling their feet across the street, drowned out by a small blue iPod, all the lights and everything. Even the buildings themselves were a sight; covered in billboards and lights of every color imaginable, they towered to such a height it'd make you dizzy if you stared straight up at them and were simply gorgeous at night.

Now, however, it was a mere four in the afternoon. The sun shone brightly in the sky, not one bit concealed by any clouds amid the blue. Akane had just got home from school. She actually went today, figuring it'd be good since she had already skipped two days in the past three and a half weeks. Besides, she had a chemistry test that day, and if she missed that she was destined to fail. With school, the girl didn't care about her grades; she did care, however, about actually passing. Her parents didn't check up on her grades, so why did it matter? Besides; since it was her senior year and all, they were actually being lenient about it for once. Once indeed, as with all other things they had poles up their asses, four miles long a piece. It had been this way ever since she was young, the overprotectiveness. She did have hemophilia, after all.

She was their vulnerable, delicate little girl that even the family's money couldn't protect.

Hence, the strict, cautious behavior of her parents. It was sickening, almost. Disgusting,

[/i] she thought. Akane was tired of it. In fact, there was a point when she was about sixteen where she asserted herself. She rebelled, proving that she didn't need that extra help. She joined a tennis team, for chrissake, despite the fact that it could kill her if the ball smacked her in the stomach. And here she was, clad in a pair of skinny jeans, a pink- and gray-striped henley, a scarf and a pair of flats. She walked, silently awaiting that time of the month where she'd get a cinnabon. The girl would buy them more often, but she couldn't afford to eat those extra 900 calories all the time - she'd get fat. And with that gorgeous figure, who'd want to do that?

"If your body matches what your eyes can do; you'll probably move right through me on my way to you!"

The song faded and, with that, Akane quickly changed it to "Little Piece of Heaven" by Avenged Sevenfold, approaching the Cinnabon store. Already the delicious scent of 100% Makara cinnamon filled her nostrils. She sighed happily, grinned, and skipped inside. Amber eyes scanned the store, searching for the front desk where she could order her own piece of heaven. As soon as she found it she walked over; she tucked her headphones away, pulling out a wad of money while digging in her messenger bag.

"Hi," Akane greeted cheerfully, lips turned the slightest bit upward into a gentle grin, "I'd like one classic cinnabon, please!"
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IS SHE DREAMING WHAT I'M THINKING ♫
is she the mother of all bombs gonna detonate
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TAGS! Akiko, open.
WORDS! 547, ew.
MUSE! None, as usual. D;
NOTES! I just rambled the whole time OLOL.
SONG! Paralyzer - Finger Eleven. CREDIT! this template @ love like winter?! of caution. lyrics @ "she's a rebel", green day. content @ their rightful owners. no stealing!

[YAMAZAKI AKIKO]

My thoughts run fast through me,

like a lethal injection

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Yawning in bored, Aki slumped backwards and rested his elbows on the back-counter. Sure, he really wasn't supposed to be relaxing on the job and sure if his boss catches him he might get something thrown at him but the risk was worth it. Standing on your feet for so long in the same place can kill nerves and muscles and his knees were killing him. Besides, it wasn't like they were busy anyways.

He let out another bored yawn and stretched his arms out, listening to the unnerving music that played from the stores speakers on the ceiling. It was mostly the same stuff every time he worked, either some kind of light hearted jingle or a little tune that was too catchy for its own good.

The door bell rung and he quickly stood at attention, when no one was in here it was fine to slouch about but with a costumer in view...well, if they disliked how he was working he could get in trouble just for slouching. "Welcome to Cinnabon, What can I get you today?" he cracked a smile that every other employee would crack at a costumer, one of professionalism with a tinge of friendliness. There was a pause as the costumer put ipod away, and a happy sigh escaped the young man's lips.

At least this young woman wasn't the type to leave the headphones in her ears the whole time and yell out the order like so many others had before her. Sometimes they got loud enough to leave just a bit of ringing left in his ears, and he couldn't hear for at least 30 minutes. He hated those types the most.

Seriously, if Aki wasn't a people person and hated costumers that were rude, why didn't he quit? Because he needed the money and had to keep up with appearances. If he were to randomly quit and still be gaining money there would be suspicion among his friends, and he didn't need anyone else to know..especially what happened between him and Shouta.

"I'd like one classic cinnabon, please!" The girl chimed out and Aki snapped back to the present, leaving his thoughts behind. His fingers pressed a few buttons on the machine till the total rang up, "That will be a total of 293.26 please." He stated, almost robotic-ally as he turned around to reach for a boxed cinnamon roll. What he got was an empty shelf of nothingness.

Looking around on the shelf were they held the fresh cinnamon rolls he found that there weren't any. Well, weren't any in his reach. He groaned and took a gander up at the top shelf, the closest to the heating lamps and tapped his foot impatiently, the one place that he couldn't reach... how ridiculous. How embarrassing. He turned back towards the costumer once more and gave an apologetic look, "Hold on one moment..."

Now where did he put that damned step stool.

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[YAMAMOTO AKANE]

SHE'S THE SYMBOL OF RESISTANCE ♫
and she's holding on my heart like a hand grenade

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"That will be a total of 293.26 please." the cashier said, albeit mechanically as he had done thousands of times before. Akane nodded; she pulled over a chair from the nearest table, earning herself somewhat of a glare from the nearby families, and sat down at the counter as she waited for her food. They shouldn't mind, she thought, this place looks pretty slow. And even if they did care that she just stole a chair and sat down at the register, what would they do? From what Akane had observed of people, no one would just go out of their way to make a big scene of something. It was so stupid.

Akane sighed. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a small pink- and white-spotted wallet, from which she then pulled a ¥1000 bill. She smoothed it, patiently waiting for her food to come. Amber eyes averted up towards the cinnabon shelf as she thought, what's taking so long?

And then, it hit her. The man was looking for a stool.

A stool, out of all things! The girl tried to suppress a laugh, however poorly. "Hold on one moment..." he said, obviously a bit embarrassed. Akane replied, "A-alright. I'll wait," before bursting into a quick fit of giggles. He was so cute! She wondered how old he was, as he seemed younger than her. He looked about sixteen, maybe...but that was still a stretch. And if he were any younger, how could he possibly find a job? A curious Akane wondered.

At that moment, the girl just wanted to climb over the counter and hug him, the poor thing. Once the laughter was complete, she couldn't help but wonder simply how many times a day he had to suffer through people making fun of him or cracking a few jokes about his height. Did he just take it, like that? If she were as short as him - which would never happen, as she was a good five feet, two inches - she probably wouldn't be showing her face in public at all, let alone working. Akane had to give him credit; it was almost brave of him, considering how mean people could be sometimes, to do that.

Needless to say, she was easily impressed.

Braiding a long, coral-hued strand of hair quickly between her fingers, Akane grinned. "So," she asked, "how old exactly are you? You're cute." Of course, the girl didn't mean it that way. She simply asked because she was curious, and added in that little tidbit because he did seem cute. Boyish cute, though; however, the fact that he was working brought about a new air of maturity. He seemed like a nice kid, the cashier.

With that Akane cracked her back, awaiting her food.

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IS SHE DREAMING WHAT I'M THINKING ♫
is she the mother of all bombs gonna detonate
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TAGS! Akiko.
WORDS! 481.
MUSE! None. :C
NOTES! If I were Aki, I'd just stand on his little step stool the whole time to make himself seem taller. c; Also, I actually had to research about the currency as I typed it. Had no clue how much 293.26 was, so I had to translate it and stuff. $3.50, right? Jesus, that's expensive.
SONG! I'm not your boyfriend, baby - 3OH!3.
CREDIT! this template @ love like winter?! of caution. lyrics @ "she's a rebel", green day. content @ their rightful owners. no stealing!