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Kuro ni

In black

Shiro ni

In white

Somaru

We are dyed

CHESS ni

On the chessboard

Saa CHECKMATE wo

Now, get a checkmate

Nikunde mo mada aitakute, KIMI e no omoi namida afure
Torimodosetara, nan-do mo egau, demo, mata touku natte yuku
ima ja mou, teokuredarou
KIMI no koe kikoenai kurai to,oku
hanare banare mada KIMI o KIMI o tada

P A T R I C I A xXx L I N xXx K U R A N A

Hey hey hey GIRL, modotte kite hey GIRL

Konnanimo KIMI no koto o BAD GIRL
kangaete mo omo otte mo BAD GIRL
Hanareru na to sakebu koe wa
KIMI ni todokanai, BAD GIRL

Konnanimo KIMI no koto o BAD GIRL
kangaete mo omo otte mo BAD GIRL
Hanareru na to sakebu koe wa
KIMI ni todokanai, bad girl

TOO

xXxMUCHxXxOFxXxAxXxGOODxXxTHING



Inspiringly cool and so very much fun.

That's how Patty would have described Kuro to anyone who didn't know him. He was hotter then hell, and not only because he was an asian cosplayer who looked like he stepped out of BEAST or SHINee! He had that mysterious feel, but was all smiles and bishounen hair flips. Patty would have had a crush on him, if well...she wasn't her. No offense to the hottie, but Patty wasn't into his type.

He reminded her of the cafe and she nodded rapidly. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Party at the cafe! You're coming, aren't you Kuro-kun?" She pleaded with her best shojou sparkle eyes. She held his hand and looked up at him. In her lolita outfit and her cute little stare it would have worked on anyone. Well unless they minded the fact she had no skin on a fourth of her face and her eye was only held in the socket by rotting muscles and nerves.

Shama took a moment to wonder how she should handle this situation. She inwardly chuckled at herself. How else? She would...

Wait a minute. She was just trying to think about something. It was important. But, if it was that important she should be able to remember what it was. That meant it must not be important after all. Then why was it bugging her so much? It must be the voices again! But this felt different. The dragon! That guy must have been haunting her ever since she helped blow him up. That's it. He must be the reason she...

Holy crap! A zombie!!

Oh, right. This was the guy talking about a party. Now, how should she handle this situation. She inwardly chuckled at herself. How else? She would handle it like she did everything else.

"How bout you get me some food and we can talk about what kind of party this is going to be," she said as she rested her chin in her palm, giving him one of her looks that drove men, and women, crazy.

If nothing else she would need a place to sleep tonight, assuming she slept at all of course. And she wasn't sure if this world would take the money she had.

Now I know I've got to Run away
I've got to Get away
You don't really want any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
You think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way





A little girl walked up and ordered Read to put him down. Flaonne was still shivering but he was a little surprised at the girl. She worked here? But she looked like she was about twelve years old. Then again...she had this really creepy feel to her and even looked a little creepy. Flaonne suddenly felt very uneasy. He still wanted Read to put him down, but he suddenly didn't want to run away from the annoying man. At least he knew what the zombie was. Everyone else around here, they could be ghosts, zombies, humans, and the only way he'd know is asking or if they were obviously zombies. Like Read and Patty.

Read was a little weary but he did loosen his grip. Enough that Flaonne could wiggle loose and place his feet on the ground before stepping away from the grab zone. He smiled at Shiro and bowed his head a little nervously. "Th-thanks. S-sorry t-t-t..." He coughed and cleared his throat before shaking his head. "Sorry to cause trouble!" He said almost too quickly and tried to give a brighter smile. The fact that he was still shaking in fear and fidgeting with his hands like crazy gave away too much.

Flaonne was still terrified of being off the school property. He really didn't want to get eaten, or possessed. Not that he thought his friends would let that happen, but there was still a chance of it happen. The very thought of his brain getting eaten made his skin drain of color as he seemed to freeze in place for a moment.

His chest hurt, his legs hurt, hell everything hurt. Then again that was only to be expected after being run over by a truck. Then again he had also had to dig his way out of six feet of dirt and beat open a metal coffin. His lower jaw was completely missing and so were his eyes. Yet he could find his way around well enough. There was a soft rattling of metal with every step. The dog tags around his neck clicking together. A day. He'd been on the surface a day.

Already he'd been fed, cleaned up, and taken in. Well in a sense. He lived with a woman who owned a clothing store for the undead. Her fabrics were sturdy and held oils that helped to perserve the flesh. Monster's mask was made out of this fabric to perserve what was left of his face.

Monster. That was his name. The only name he knew and it seemed to suit him well enough. Most of the other undead even looked at him wearily. He seemed to radiate an uneasiness to all around him. Then again his first meal had not been fresh meat, but another undead. He'd devoured another zombie and it had worked. It had given him the nutrition he needed. Ailia was the one who found him after wards. She told him not to worry, but he couldn't help it. Even though she had been nothing but kind to him. Monster worried a little bit.

Ailia had sent him on an errand today. She wanted him to pick up her order from the cafe. Ailia often times had dinner parties at her house for all the undead. She always ordered a large amount of food from the Grimoire Cafe. She said she liked to support their business. This was his first time going there, but she had warned them that he was coming. She'd even told them not to freak out when he rasped at them in attempts to form words.

As soon as he opened the door he ran into a wall of a man. He was nearly two feet taller then Monster and made of nothing but muscle. Monster looked up at the freakish man and let out a hissing sound barely audible. He tapped the arm as well and waited for a response. He was just trying to say excuse me, but it came out sounding hostile and upset.

Kuro ni

In black

Shiro ni

In white

Somaru

We are dyed

CHESS ni

On the chessboard

Saa CHECKMATE wo

Now, get a checkmate

As the human got squirmed out of Read's hands he seemed to be even more tense then when he was being held. His attempts to stutter out an apology made it even more obvious he was nervous. She had no want to invade his privacy but it did make her wonder. Did no one tell him the Cafe had rules in place to protect all of its patrons? Rules that were reinforced by the ward that she and Kuro maintained.

Speak of the baka and he shall appear. From her peripheral she saw the black hair just before it careened into her with a huge hug. She smiled and pat his hair. "Hello to you to, baka." She was glad Kuro was back. They were starting to hit one of the peak times and she knew he would be glad to help. He seemed to have been with Matt while he was out because he was dressed up like some sort of butler. She was about to ask about it when the door chimed again and a new presence walked in.

Linda had told her that Ailia was sending someone else to pick up her catering order, so she was at least somewhat prepared for the aura that had entered. Unfortunately, she was stuck between Kuro, Read and his skiddish human companion, and the new arrival who seemed to be trying to get by the tall zombie. How did she get herself into these situations? Kuro was the social one, he should be the one dealing with customers. The thought gave her an idea of how to solve the predicament. "Baka-chan, will you help set up a table for Read and his friends?" she asked. She also sent him her impression that the human had not been told about the safety regulations with a silent ::Be gentle::. If the human hung out with Read with any regularity, then Kuro's exuberance would be easier to deal with. That would leave her free to deal with the catering order and whatever the gaggle of undead friends wanted to have.

She shifted to the side so the one behind Read could see here. He was likely a zombie from his looks, wrapped up in fabric as he was. She made a polite nod to him and spouted of her generic greeting. "Welcome to the Grimoire Cafe. How may I help you?" She had a feeling he was the one Ailia had sent. It was right around the pick up time but it was best not to assume. She sensed Chii cross into the cafe, but it wasn't unusual for the other spirit to wander in and out so Shiro just briefly acknowledged the presence then let it go. With such a vibrant beginning to what Matt called the Sunset Rush, Shiro was sure it would be a long night.

Chewy was called out to the counter by a rambunctious zombie. He snickered a bit at the way he was summoned. "Right away, what can I get you?" He asked as he left his sandwich in the kitchen. He'd snack on it later. He noticed Shiro and Kuro were getting the rest of things handled, so he figured it would be okay to deal with things right now. He recognized a few of the patrons, but most of them were new. Including the dark figure that was standing behind the group oddly. Chewy felt a little uneasy about that one. However he focussed back on the blond zombie in front of him.