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[hatesthefood]

I'm beginning to lose track of time here. That's a dangerous thing. Maybe it's because I can't keep myself as grounded now. I feel restless all the time. Even when I was in prison, I never felt like this. This trapped. There was reason for that, but there isn't for this. Being with Aya in England helped me to balance things. Being with Mamoru here did the same thing, even if things were strained sometimes. It still kept me from slipping like I had before.

The nightmares stopped for a while, thankfully, but now, I have them every other night or so, and I'm starting to worry that they'll end up affecting me. I still can't remember how I died, but in my dreams... so much pain... and flesh being torn away, but when I wake up reaching for them, there's no one to kill.

I'm afraid of the madness. What if it happens again? There's no one here to stop me again... -door chime ringing, then a click-


Ken waved to the customer leaving the store, calling out a parting farewell before he glances around the store again. While it was quiet thanks to him telling Umi to take a few days off, he almost missed the cheery chatter she provided. While he wasn't exactly alone, thanks to the attentive dog almost always at his side these days, he always seemed to hold himself seperate from others. Still, he always had a smile for those he spoke to or passed by, and only those that truly knew him well know those smiles were a little hollow.

Seeing no one else in the store, he padded back towards the scarred up table in the workroom he used to do arrangements, eager to find something to do to keep his hands busy.

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[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

[He sees this little display.]

Are you sure you don't need any of my help, Ken-san?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... nah. I'm all good. It's not too busy so I thought I'd work on some new arrangements.

[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

I don't have much to do as well. I could lend a hand. [Lies. He's actually sleep-deprived and working at Clow's magic shop. XD]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I want you and Umi to take a few days off. Do I need to handcuff you in your apartment to make you do so?

[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

Ah-! You don't have to.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Good. I didn't want to have to go that far.

Oh, and don't think I can't find out if you're not. I swear, you two are so damn stubborn.

[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. I just don't want to do nothing if I can help out.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Things have been difficult around here lately. Take the days to rest up so you can help out when it's needed.

[littlepuppyeyes.livejournal.com]

I'll still pick up on your suggestion about going to the beach.

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[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

Are you sure you don't need any---?

Oops.

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[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

Hey, I can still bring you lunch, right? Do you like curry?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

.. sure, if that's all you plan to do. No working.

[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

I'll serve the plates and that's it. How does it sound? You could use the company!

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I do have Bandit here with me.

[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

...Riiiiight. How could I forget her. I'm sure she must be great at chatting.

[She's far more comfortable about her secret now she managed to share it with Fuu.]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

She's a fantastic listener.

[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

This is when I admit I don't know what that is. A supportive pet, I mean. This dumb ball of fluff we keep in the apartment just likes to chew on clothing.

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[songofdreams.livejournal.com]

[Uta had been grieving... for losing both Anthony and Ichiru. But as she kept thinking about Ichiru, one fact became painfully clear: He was no longer among the living. And therefore, leaving the City literally meant that he ceased to exist.]

[This was why she needed white roses. (http://songofdreams.livejournal.com/19069.html?thread=2694525#t2694525)]

[She walked into the shop, dressed in white, a pair of take out coffee in one hand, croissants on the other. She was smiling, but she wasn't like her cheery self.]

Ken..? Umi? Are you guys here?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I gave Umi and Syaoran a few days off, so it's just me and the fuzzball for now.

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[songofdreams.livejournal.com]

Bandit~!

[Nothing like a cute dog to make a depressed girl smile. She placed the coffee somewhere out of reach for Bandit, but took a croissant out of the bag for her.]

[Uta crouched down, offering the fresh bread to Bandit as she petted her.]

You're all alone? Wow... I have no idea how you manage this shop all by yourself.

...and ah, I may have brought too much coffee then?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Trust me, the coffee will be gone quickly. It'll keep me pepped up for the day, even though we're a little slow. I only had two orders to do today.



She's a good mutt, even if she's a mess.

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[songofdreams.livejournal.com]

If you say so... You don't have to finish both. I don't think being over-caffeinated is a good thing.

[She laughed as Badit scurried away... it felt good to laugh. It's been a rough two days...]

[She stood up, dusting her skirt as she continued.]

I didn't give Bandit your share, just so you know. It may have been the best one in the batch though..?

[She joined Ken by the counter, eagerly looking at the flowers he prepared for her.]

They're beautiful... how much? And before you answer, don't tell me I don't need to pay!

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Figures the dog would get the best piece.



Three yellows'll work.

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[songofdreams.livejournal.com]

I'm kidding..! Honest!

[She went through her wallet and found three yellows as he asked. Not really remembering how much the currency is at this City made her unsure if that was really enough, but she handed it to him anyway]

Good... now I don't have to say "you're as bad as Aya".

Seriously though, how are you? Have you been feeling alright?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Riiiight.



He's softened up some. You wouldn't know what to make of him now.

... yeah. Keeping busy, thanks to Special Assault taking up so much of my time. You?