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The fude between Shagatsu, Omny and I has inspired me to write a story. It's set in modern times and the woman is a waitress at her parents small-town cafe.

I do believe the characters are evident, but here's the list to help those out who don't know the story:

1. Bree- Tora
2. Jason- Shagatsu
3. Tracie- Omny
4. Amanda- Iyasu
5. Mark- Kibakichi
6. Tom- Hirose

"A woman named Bree grows up in her parent's cafe. She's helped out since she was eight-years-old. When she gets older, her parents retire and leave the cafe to her. In the mean time, she meets a man named Jason who she falls in love with. Bree gets a lot of business and hires some help, a young vixen named Tracie. Instantly, Jason is taken back by this young vixen and starts dating her. Bree is crushed and gives back all the things Jason had given her. She hires more help, a good friend named Amanda. Amanda invites a long-time friend to the cafe, Mark. Amanda sees Mark is taking a liking to Bree and she gets depressed. In the meantime, Tracie leaves in the middle of the night- never to be heard from again. Bree confronts Amanda and tells her she'd never do to her what Tracie did to her. Suddenly, a new comer arrives who's a stranger to the town. Tom is his name and he falls for Bree; however, she is hesitant because she still has feelings for Jason and would go to him in a heartbeat if he asked. Tom and Bree get to know one another and she starts to fall for him. She realizes that Jason will never love her the way he did Tracie and eventually lets him go."

Note: Plot is subject to change. I also may be adding more characters. (Tohru, Hara, and Serena because they helped me out so much through this ordeal. Thanks you guys!)

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Chapter 1: Bree's growing up! *updated 11-6-2006*

A bell rang and echoed throughout a tiny café, followed by a baby’s cry.
“Is that thing gunna cry every time the bell rings?” a gruff, male voice asked.
“Sorry, Robert,” a small female voice pleaded.
“Keep her quite or she’ll scare away the customers,” Robert replied shortly. He looked at his petite wife and saw the worried look in her blue eyes. “Oh! I’m Sorry Annette,” he said sighing and running his fingers through his dark brown hair. “These sleepless nights are really getting to me; and then on top of that, running a store? It’s getting to be a bit too much,” he replied sadly. Robert walked over and kissed Annette on the forehead, brushing sandy blonde hair out of her pale face. It was worse on her, he realized- she was the one getting up and feeding.
“I know, dear,” Annette said, comforting her husband. She looked into her husbands green eyes and smiled. She shifted the baby in her arms and it grunted and whimpered. “It’s okay, Bree,” Annette cooed, praying the baby didn’t go into a full-out scream. “Bri- ann- a-,” she said in a sing-song way. She saw the baby’s face grow red with anger and prepared for the out-burst. The baby squawked and Annette groaned and hurried to the back room to feed her and change her diaper.
“Oh boy,” Robert sighed. He smiled apologetically at a customer who was looking at him.
“How old is she?” the male customer asked with a bright smile on his face.
“Six months,” Robert replied, taking the man’s money.
“Ouch! Those are the hard months,” he laughed. “I’ve got a one-year-old my wife and I just got to sleep through the night,” he added. “Is she your first?”
“Yup,” Robert smiled proudly.
“That’s cool- just bare with it for now- it gets easier,” he smiled.
Robert gave the man his change and he dropped it in a donation jar. Robert thanked him and the man tipped his hat and turned to leave.


Eight years later, in that same café, a young girl ran around in the kitchen. Her shoulder-blade length, wavy, brown hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. Her little skirt swayed behind her as she darted about. “Bree!” Annette shouted. “You’re going to hurt yourself running around in the kitchen, now, stop it!”
“No I won’t,” Bree shouted back over her shoulder. She hopped up onto the counter and almost missed, but caught herself. She opened the doors to the cabinets and took out some sugar and creamer.
“Bree!” Annette gasped. “Get down from there, you’ll fall!” she shouted. “This child is going to give me a heart attack,” she mumbled with a sigh. “Brianna! What on earth are you doing?” she asked.
“They need sugar and stuff, Momma,” she replied meekly.
Annette sighed and rolled her eyes. She walked over to Bree and helped her down. “Go on,” she said, tapping Brianna on the butt and pointing.

Once outside in the foyer, Bree changed her attitude. She carried herself high and acted like she was twenty-years older than she really was. “Here you are, sir,” Brianna said giving the man some sugar and cream. She put on a big smile.
“Why, thank you ‘lil miss,” he laughed.
“May I warm your coffee for you?” Brianna asked.
“Certainly,” the man smiled. Brianna poured him some coffee and curtsied to him. He gave her a dollar and patted her on the head.
“Thank you so much, sir,” she said happily as she tucked the bill into a pocket on her skirt. She went around the rest of the shop and tended to the rest of the customers.
Annette walked over to the customer and checked on him. She laughed when she saw who it was. She sat down opposite of him and smiled. “How are you today?” she asked.
“I’m doing wonderful,” he replied. “Bree’s growing up so fast,” he smiled.
“Yes, she is,” Annette said with a sigh.
“It seems just like yesterday I was in here and she was a tiny thing in your arms,” the man added. “And now she’s part of the staff, huh?” he laughed.
“She thinks she is, at least,” Annette replied with a giggle. “She gets mad if we don’t let her help,” she added. “Soon we’ll start her on counting money,” Annette said proudly.
“Ah, I see. Beauty and smarts from her mother and stubbornness from her father, am I right?” the man smiled.
Annette blushed at the man’s comment and thanked him and agreed. “Would you like a refill on water?” she asked, standing up.
“I’m good,” he replied. “I’m ready for the ticket.”

When the café closed that night, and Annette was counting the money, Bree came up to her and said, “Look at the money I made tonight Momma!” Bree’s eyes sparkled with accomplishment. She pushed the money proudly to her mother, who smiled.
“That’s very good, Bree,” Annette said. “You did better than your ‘ole mom,” she joked.
“That’s ‘cause she’s still cute,” Robert said from behind the kitchen door. He stepped out with a large smile on his face and had a towel, drying his hands.
“Robert!” Annette scolded. She threw a balled-up piece of paper at him and hit him in the chest. He mimicked being shot.
“Oh, daddy’s gettin’ in trouble,” Bree sung out. They all laughed. Annette finished counting the money and instructed Bree to get a rag and start on the tables. She got a broom and started to sweep and Robert locked the doors and closed the blinds.


Thirteen years, and millions of dollars, later, Bree, who was now 21, Annette, and Robert finished sighing the papers to turn over the family business to Bree. It was a bitter-sweet moment as it came her turn to sign the papers. A tear ran down Bree’s cheek as she put pen to paper. “Oh, honey, we’re not dying,” Annette laughed. “We’re just getting to old to take care of the café,” she said, placing a loving hand on her daughter’s shoulder.
“I know, Momma,” Bree replied through tears. She wiped them away with the back of her and signed the papers. “I- I just feel like you’re leaving me,” she said once they were out of the lawyers office. She unbuttoned her purple blazer and let it fall open to reveal a white, silk shirt. Bree let her hair down from the bun and let it fall. She brushed through it sadly and looked to the ground.
“Aw, sweetheart,” Robert replied, “We’ve been preparing for this day for the past five years,” he said. He placed a firm, loving arm around his daughter’s shoulders. “You’ll do just fine!”
“That’s right sweetie,” Annette agreed. They left and went back to the café.


Chapter 2: Bree’s first crush!

Bree stood off in a corner by herself and swept the floor of her soon-to-be café. It’d take a few more weeks before the papers were finalized, so she just took care of the front as usual. The bell rang and she looked up and placed a smile on her face to greet the customer. Bree said hello and seated him. As much as she tried, she couldn’t conceal her sadness. “What can I get you, sir?” she asked with a hit of sadness. Her face was solemn and distant- not it’s usual cheerful and bright self.
“I’ll have a steak and baked potato, please,” he smiled. He read the name tag on Bree’s chest. “Brianna.”
Bree blushed- no one had done that before. “You can call me Bree,” she smiled as she went to turn in the order. She came back and refilled his glass.
“You can call me Jason,” he smiled. He watched Bree work and noticed she had a sad aura about her.
“I’m sorry?” she asked with a blush.
“Well, you know my name, and it’d be rude for you to go about not knowing mine.” Jason smiled and looked into her blue eyes. He saw her blush and eyes regain a slight sparkle. “What’s got you down?” he asked.
“Me? Oh, nothing,” Bree replied, avoiding eye contact.
Jason smirked. “I know when a pretty girl like you is sad.”
Bree’s eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. “Pretty?” she gasped in her mind. She felt a little dizzy; she didn’t know how to handle complements.
Jason saw her swoon and laughed. He stood up and placed a strong arm under her elbow to support her. “You gunna be okay?” he smiled.
Bree melted under Jason’s touch. No one had ever made her feel like this. She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. Bree blushed harsher and kept her eyes closed from embarrassment.
“You can serve and make people’s day with your eyes shut?” he asked. “I’m impressed.”
Bree’s eyes shot open and their eyes met. “What is he doing?” she asked herself. She tried to step back and free herself of his grip. Jason held on for a second more and smiled. She gave a nervous laugh and went on.

Jason finished his food, she check him out and went to clean his table. There, on the table, was a folded piece of paper in the shape of a flower and a note that read, “Next time, I want to see you all smiles- Jason”. She felt her heart flip-flop and face turn red. She took the flower and note and went about the rest of her day in a daze.

As if right on queue, Jason entered the café the next day. His black hair was slicked back and he wore a pair of blue jeans and a button-up shirt. Bree looked up and smiled, ready to great the new customer, and then froze when she saw who it was. “It’s him!” she screamed in her mind. Instantly a blush came to her face.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Jason said with a smile. “There now, that smile’s much prettier on you,” he winked. Bree stood frozen still. “Aren’t you going to seat me?” he asked with a smirk. He placed his hands in his pocket and tapped his foot.
“Oh! I-I’m so sorry,” Bree said blushing. “Please follow me!” She rushed about and sat him at a table and took his order.
“So, have you worked here long?” Jason asked with a smile as Bree came back with his food.
“Um, yes, actually, I live here,” she said with a nervous laugh. “My parents own this place and I’ve grown up in here,” she smiled. Bree’s face grew sad again as she remember what was about to happen.
Jason saw this and said, “Oh no, don’t you dare,” he said sternly.
“Sorry,” she said, placing a smile back on her face. “But, yes, I’ve worked here since I was eight-years-old,” she giggled.
“I see,” Jason smiled.
“And what about you? Where do you work?” Bree asked the man. She glanced over him quickly. Jason had an edgy, rugged look about him: strong jaw, wild, dark-brown eyes, and thick, black hair. “Let me guess, construction?”
“Very close,” Jason smiled, “Machinist.”


A couple weeks had passed and the papers had come through for the family business change. Bree’d had time to think things over and she wasn’t sad anymore. She planned a retirement party for her parents and hosted it at the café. She invited everyone!
“SURPRISE!” everyone yelled as Annette and Robert entered the café.
“Oh, honey!” Annette cried, hugging her daughter. “This is wonderful!”
“Very nice, sweetheart,” Robert said, hugging her as well. “Thank you,” he smiled.
The party lasted a few hours and the café was packed! Bree stood off to herself, overlooking her job-well-done. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned. When she saw who it was her heart melted with joy. “Hi Jason,” she smiled. In the two-and-a-half weeks they’d known each other, they’d gotten close. He came into the café everyday and showered her with complements.
“This is a wonderful party, Bree,” Jason smiled. He leaned against the wall and stared into Bree’s eyes.
“Thank you,” she blushed. Bree’s heart raced at how close they were, and how alone.
Jason inched closer and pulled something from his back. “Here,” he smiled, and handed Bree and little Japanese doll.
“F-for me?” she gasped, wide-eyed.
“Of course,” he smiled, and handed her the doll.
“Thank you so much!” she cheered. She ran her fingertips over the doll and marveled at the detail. “I love it!” she smiled.
“I’m glad,” Jason replied. He winked at her and turned to leave. He stopped by and congratulated the parents and left the shop.
Ten minutes had past and Bree was still in the corner clutching the doll.
Her father came over and smiled at her. “I see we have our eye on someone?” Robert said with a wink.
Bree jumped at the unexpected company. “Oh! Daddy,” she screeched, almost dropping the doll. Bree clutched her chest to calm her racing heart. “I-I don’t,” she replied in her defense.
Her father laughed. “Sorry, kiddo,” he smiled. He placed an arm around his daughter and thanked her for the wonderful party.

Bree closed everything down and went upstairs to help her parents pack for their week-long vacation in Africa. She drove them to the airport and bid them goodbye with a hug and kiss. “Bye, Momma, bye, Daddy,” she said, on the verge of tears.
“Bye sweetheart,” they replied. “We’ll call you when we arrive at the hotel,” Annette smiled.

Bree drove home and went strait up to her room. On her dresser by the paper flower, she gently placed the doll Jason had given her. Bree sighed and fell back onto her bed. “I think I’m in love,” she said aloud.

teehee! I wanted sweet, simple, country names for my characters. ^_^

So, it sounds interesting? ^^

^_~ It's all thanks to you! When we spoke that one time and you said "who's this new guy after Tora? Who will her heart go to? And will Iyasu be able to tell Kibakichi her true feelings?"

That stuck with me and really made me want to write!

eek Wow! I missed all that? xd Haahaa. *hugs* Tora, you and your imagination, LOL! 3nodding It's a lovely, heart-wrenching story!

I'm just, like, really scared though. I can never finish a story! But, now that I've told you guys I'm working on it, I'll probably force myself. I usually just save it and never see it again. ^^'

You do that. In fact, I demand you to! I'll need it to keep me on my toes! xd

4laugh rofl

I wanna thank you! My character has changed for the better! She's not so "perfect" any more. *hugs* =^w^=

lmbo, Tora. It is an interesting story!