[open] Late Night Meal

[HIROKI]

"Welcome dear customer."

If there was one thing that gave Hiroki a sense of euphoria it was the smell that radiated from his kitchen that spread out to his small restaurant (though one can say it was more a cafeteria what with the four tables and the counter customers can sit at but don't let Hiroki hear you say such things twice). Another thing was the satisfaction of the custmer's faces as they placed the money down and telling Hiroki how much they enjoyed the meal.

One can say this was much more mundane than the thrill ride of a life he had back in Taipei, Taiwan but none the less some peace every now and then wasn't too bad....just so long as the peace doesn't get dull. Hiroki once more hummed as he sat at his half of the counter and looking at the entrance. He adjusted his hat and calmly waited for the next customer. It was an hour before closing time though. Then again, he would get the occasional late night customer. Those were the more interesting ones though in Hiroki's opinion. Always a story to tell. Speaking of which...

"Welcome to my restaurant. How may I serve you?"

Tagged: Open
Music: Deception -Shanghai Mood- from the Shadow Hearts OST
Notes: Welcome, come all come all

[SHEEKA RIVA]

my heart is cold, please don't leave

For some reason, he always seemed to feel the safest at night...the most at home in it. He'd once been afraid of the dark as a child, having been often locked away in dark, claustrophobic places...but after living on the streets and with his family for most of his life...he decided that he preferred the night life. It was ironic since the night was often considered the most dangerous of times...but he preferred the night and was perfectly capable of handling any problems that came his way.

Which had been the form of a heavily drunken man who, after following him for several blocks and either trying to hit on him by being worried about a 'little kid' being out so late, wound up in a dumpster in an alley after Sheeka had dealt with the problem. So currently, it was getting later in the even and the earlier issue of dealing with drunk men late at night, which honestly seemed to be a common occurrence for some reason seemed to have caused some form of hunger in him. Either by people who thought he was absolutely adorable and just wanted to /touch/ him in that touchy-feely way some drunks got, or people who were worried about him being out so late and trying to help him find his parents. This one drunk woman he couldn't bring himself to beat up like he could a man spent an hour dragging him around, asking every people she saw if he was their son - Sheeka had eventually managed to slip away and the woman was heartbroken, but forgot about it all the next day.

It was rare that Sheeka actually got physically hungry to the point his stomach growled at him. He'd eaten dinner, of course. He didn't like skipping meals, even if he wasn't that hungry and ate just a little bit. So, he wandered onward...just trying to figure out a place that remained open late. There were so few of these places...and few people who shared a nocturnal lifestyle like he did. His journey found himself near a quaint shop near the beach, the smell of food intermingling with the smell of the ocean spray. Well. This place still seemed to be open and it smelled good enough. Sheeka wasn't a picky eater, anyway. Growing up as he had, you ate what you got your hands on and didn't complain. It was annoying to some people who tried to figure out what his favorite foods were...besides sweets, of course. Sheeka had a terrible sweet tooth and he partially blamed the Varia's Vice Captain for that because he made these glorious sweets from his bakery...and ooh...he wished it was open. He could go for one of Kaoru's cupcakes right now...but that wasn't likely...although, he knew Kaoru would make him something at any time of day because he was an awesome big brother like that. Rai, on the other hand...was a lot harder to wake up and get to do anything.

Entering into the only lit building on the strip just before the beach. Actually, it was nicely tucked away in a lovely little place and that made it absolutely perfect. The greeting he received from the male, presumably the shop owner was a bit surprising, considering how late it was. He just sort of expected a grumpy looking cook, annoyed that he was getting one last customer to cook for before closing. It was nice. "Ahh...good evening," Sheeka greeted lightly with a smile. "Uhn...whatever you recommend would be lovely..."

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[HIROKI]

"Welcome dear customer."

Entering through the door is a rather attractive brown haired young man. Really young if his height is to be believed. Hmmm...no, attractive is not exactly the word for it. Cute? Maybe that was a more fitting description. The boy's presence here does give Hiroki an idea that he is more than what he seemed. For one, no one this young goes out at night near the beach unless they were either adventurous, nuts, or had the ability to fend off potential attackers. But anyhow, attractive or cute, he must serve his customers with as much diligence as his others.

"Ahh...good evening," The boy began. "Uhn...whatever you recommend would be lovely..." Hiroki took a moment to think about what the boy wanted to order. Is he a Shanghai cuisine lover or a Beijing cuisine lover? His Shangdong cuisine based dishes were popular today. Well if the boy insisted on a recommendation...

"Very well then...one sweet and sour soup, Jasmine tea, and Yeung Chow styled fried rice coming right up. Feel free to grab a seat." Hiroki went over to the kitchen, washed his hands, and started to ready his cooking tools. For now, he must ready his craft.

Hiroki emerged from the kitchen, gently placing down the bowl of soup, the plate of fried rice, and gently started to pour the Jasmine tea into a cup he presented for the customer. He bowed politely as he walked over back to his side of the counter and place the tea pot down. Hiroki once more took in the smells. Like the rest of the day, he was at peace.

"So what brings you out here tonight?" Hiroki might as well have a conversation while he was enjoying himself.

Tagged: Open
Music: Deception -Shanghai Mood- from the Shadow Hearts OST
Notes: Welcome, come all come all

[Nico Nagisaki]

"Whew~!" Nico sighed as he wiped his brow. It had been a long day at work, and he needed some much needed time to relax. As he walked along the beach he stripped off his uniform jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Being extremely confident in his looks, he wasn't afraid to show skin. He stretched his toned body, and loosened his ponytail, letting his hair be caressed by the breeze.

Looking up, Nico realized there was a still open restaurant. He headed that way with an eager stomach. As he pushed open the door, his shirt fluttered with the new breeze, ultimately showing a flash of skin. He strolled towards a seat towards the front and sat down, spreading his legs under the table. Nico stretched and relaxed, cracking his neck as he listened to the other males converse.

[SHEEKA RIVA]

my heart is cold, please don't leave

Sheeka blinked slightly, confused by the other male's scrutiny of him, but soon realized that he was probably wondering what brought such a young customer out so late at night. He wasn't that young, nineteen years old, but he just sort of looked it. He would have to attribute some of his stunted physical growth from neglect and starvation as a reason for his current predicament concerning his height as well as physical features. Of course, the latter could be genetic because it was said that he looked a lot like his late mother, Varina. Spiaggia's former Mist Guardian.

Sheeka had taken a seat at the counter, smiling in thanks as the male brought his meal to him and waited a few moments for it to cool down. "Itadakimasu~" he stated cheerfully after a moment before settling in to eat the meal and drink his tea. It was really good. Just as good as it smelled, clearly. The male asked him a question, just as another one walked in. Sheeka glanced back at the newcomer for a moment, curious as to who else was out late at night before turning back to answer Hiroki. "Mhn...I'm just nocturnal...and I got hungry..." he stated casually. Throwing drunkards into dumpsters and kicking their asses if they bothered him was a hungering thing, after all...but he didn't say anything about it. "The smell of food...and here I am," he stated as he went back to eating. "This is really good, by the way," he stated.

Before he forgot, Sheeka pulled out a wallet. It was a plain black one...and he opened it, pulling out the cost of the meal, and then some extra as a tip. If one hovered over the kid's shoulder to look, the wallet clearly wasn't his - at least judging by the ID picture in it and the fact that Sheeka clearly wasn't a middle-aged man named Takeru Takai. The wallet also didn't seem to fit him in general. He'd taken it off the last drunkard who'd harassed him and the least they could do for him was pay his meal after being the reason he was hungry. He placed the money on the counter, counting what was left in it before replacing it back into his back pocket.

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[HIROKI]

"Welcome dear customer."

"Itadakimasu~" The boy started to dig into his meal. "Mhn...I'm just nocturnal...and I got hungry..." So this was something he did often? This boy started to become more and more strange...yet curious. Then again, Hiroki himself went out at night often so he shouldn't be one to talk. "The smell of food...and here I am," So he was attracted to here by just the smell? The finest compliment one can give to a chef. "This is really good, by the way," Hiroki eyed the wallet that the boy took out as he walked over to the counter. Apparently he was paying through someone else's wallet. It was like watching a younger him.

"Thank you." Hiroki said. He then looked over at his new customer. He was...fine yes, but the way his shirt was open, he was one to flaunt his beauty it seems. In someways, that was a shame. He took a seat to himself. Hiroki picked up a menu and walked toward him, presenting it. "Hello, how may I help you tonight?"

Tagged: Open
Music: Deception -Shanghai Mood- from the Shadow Hearts OST
Notes: Welcome, come all come all

[Nico Nagisaki]

Nico raised his eyes at the man, and flashed him a smile. He was pretty cute, but not really his type. Nico didn't let that get in the way of some subtle flirting though. He took the menu that was offered, and let their fingertips graze together lightly. He browsed through the menu, and handed it back to the man. "Hello~ Mmhn. I would like some sake, if it isn't too much trouble, and whatever you have to recommend for me~" After giving his order, he gave the man a quick once over. Having much practice with the art, he was a master of giving people a once over without being noticed much. Came with the job, and his lifestyle.

It was a shame. Neither of these men were his type. He thought he would've gotten lucky, but that wasn't the case. It didn't mean he couldn't have a good time though. Things would be very interesting, considering the little one at the counter, who was out way too late for his age group. Where the heck were his parents? Getting up, he went and took a seat by him. Not too close because he didn't want to seem intimidating. He put his elbow on the counter and looked over at him. "It is pretty late... If you would like, I could walk you home. There's been some activity around here and I wouldn't like anything to happen to you. I'm off duty so I have some free time." He shrugged his shoulders and gave a friendly smile.

[SHEEKA RIVA]

my heart is cold, please don't leave

Having grown up in an abusive household, Sheeka had quickly learned how to read people and see what they were doing out of the corner of eye. Also, being in the potential dangerous mafia also helped him to be able to know what was going on around him. To pretend to be paying attention to something else, but actually be carefully watching them. He'd mastered the art through some of the lessons he'd gotten from Ara-nii and Kaoru over the time they'd known each other. Sheeka had picked it up quickly because he would be talking to Ara-nii...and he would be interested, discreetly, in whatever Kaoru was doing or whatever Raziphel was doing. He knew Raziphel's feelings about him - he thought Sheeka was a replacement in the Varia as a mist guardian. It wasn't true - he was first and foremost the Spiaggia's guardian of mist. He couldn't help it if his talents lie more in some of the jobs the Varia took. But, he trusted Raziphel as far as he trusted Sayomi. What was it with mist users around him? Certainly, many people looked down upon mist users as being a little bit on a psychotic side...but still.

The newcomer was eying the both of them, almost like they were pieces of meat to be admired. The shop owner had given Sheeka the look several times already - from him pulling out a wallet that wasn't his, and when he'd first walked in. There was almost a sense of familiarity between Hiroki and Sheeka, the way the other had looked when he paid for her food o another man's dime. A sense of pride, like he was seeing himself mirrored. There were plenty of mafioso and hitmen in Namimori, with it having turned into a hub when Tsunayoshi had taken the mantle of Vongola's boss because that was where he took up his home. His mother had turned into a caretaker of mafia children, be it from their allies the Bovino or Chiavarone or any child in need of a mother, and so the Vongola remained close by to make sure they were safe. With so many mafioso and hitmen in Japan, it wouldn't have surprised him in the lightest if one was. He almost wanted to explain how he came by the wallet, but elected not to for the fact that he wasn't entirely sure who they were. He recalled seeing the arrogant blond before, the way he flaunted his body definitely made him arrogant...maybe in a police uniform? Sheeka did a lot of snooping around and made it his business to know who the police officers were in the city. They were mafia and thus they were open game to be arrested. Sheeka didn't want that for anybody and with his boss the way he was, he may let something slip. So knowing the police of the city...he could forewarn Rai of impending doom.

Said blond was approaching him and Sheeka wanted to smack him for thinking he was a defenseless little boy. He was a cop though, and he wasn't about to be arrested for smacking a cop around...god forbid they find the drunk he'd knocked out and dumped into a dumpster earlier in the evening. "I'm perfectly capable of handling whatever 'activity' is up and about. I'm out on a regular basis around this time...so I generally know what's going on in the city at night," Sheeka explained carefully. If he asked about his parents or in anyway continued to assume he was a child...Sheeka may have to actually do something about it. "Besides, the most trouble I run into is the occasional drunk," Sheeka stated casually. "Oh, and whatever age you think I am - I think you should tack on about ten years to that...give or take a couple," Sheeka added, looking between Hiroki and Nico. Best clear that up before it got any worse.

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[HIROKI]

"Welcome dear customer."

"Hello~ Mmhn. I would like some sake, if it isn't too much trouble, and whatever you have to recommend for me~" What a fine gentleman. Hiroki nodded and tipped his hat. One most always be open to any business opportunity and Hiroki's supply of alcohol is no exception to that.

"Very well, Sake and classic Taiwanese style fried-rice it is." It is then one might notice that Hiroki's menu has a decent amount of varieties of fried rice...pray that one doesn't tell him it's all the same though. He started to head off to the kitchen once more to craft delicious food for his customer as always. Fried rice is often a good thing to eat along side sake since the variety of flavors in the fried rice works with the taste of sake.

"It is pretty late... If you would like, I could walk you home. There's been some activity around here and I wouldn't like anything to happen to you. I'm off duty so I have some free time." Hiroki was just in time. He walked out with the blonde man's order. He placed the tray containing a plate of Taiwanese style fried rice, chopsticks, a spoon for it if that's not his thing, and a fine cup of the best Sake his budget can afford.

"I'm perfectly capable of handling whatever 'activity' is up and about. I'm out on a regular basis around this time...so I generally know what's going on in the city at night," The little boy said. "Besides, the most trouble I run into is the occasional drunk, oh, and whatever age you think I am - I think you should tack on about ten years to that...give or take a couple,"

"Look beautiful, you might not want to jump to the conclusion that we're pedophiles just cause we look at you for an extended period of time." Hiroki said. "Oh beautiful..." Hiroki said over to the other man. "Sake refills are free until closing time." Hiroki said now going back to the back of the counter area of his little restaurant and sitting comfortably.

Tagged: Open
Music: Deception -Shanghai Mood- from the Shadow Hearts OST
Notes: Welcome, come all come all

[Nico Nagisaki]

Nico raised an eyebrow at the "kid". Well well. Wasn't he the snappish sort. Nico chuckled to himself, amused by the snark the brunette spewed from his mouth. "Is that so?" Nico shook his head and grinned at the presence of food and booze. "Ahhh.. Thank you very much. It looks delicious." He picked up the chopsticks with slender fingers and helped himself.

He took his time, sipping his brew every so often, while watching both of his accompaniments. They both seemed to have an aura, which he was well too adjusted to in this town. His hunt for mafia was harder than he thought, and the number of corrupt officers was steadily growing. He took another gulp of sake and decided to let it go for now. He was on break after all, and these two weren't posing a threat. For now anyway.

He grinned at the offer of free refills. Man this was his lucky night. "Mmhn? Are you trying to get me plastered?" He chuckled, relaxing. He put his head in his hand and rested his elbow on the counter. He looked sidelong at the boy and really looked him over. "You do seem a bit mature. I'd guess nineteen or so. Not so much younger than I." He chuckled once more, and eyed the man behind the counter. "You call us beautiful, but what about yourself?" He grinned, giving the man a wink. He took sips of his sake, while finishing off the rice. "My compliments to the chef~"

[SHEEKA RIVA]

my heart is cold, please don't leave

Now who was jumping to conclusions? The restaurant owner was jumping to the conclusion that he thought they were pedophiles by telling them that he was older than they thought he was. Generally speaking, his age had never actually bothered those kind of people. In fact, being of the legal age as well as looking like he could be underage is probably what attracted them to him. He was basically a legal child to most of them. He sighed slightly, biting his tongue to resist the urge to comment that he was also jumping to conclusions. Wait. He was calling him beautiful, too! What was up with that?!

Sheeka gave Hiroki an odd look, especially as he also referred to the other man as beautiful. It remained for a second before fading away as he let it go. "I wasn't assuming you were pedophiles - I was assuming you thought I was younger than I am, and wondering where my parents were or something," Sheeka eventually stated before looking at the blond man in surprise as he properly guessed his age. "You're one of the first people to get my age right,"[ Sheeka stated thoughtfully. "Even one of my own friends is so convinced that I'm ten that it's sad and I'm about ready to give up convincing him otherwise." Sheeka stated as he finished off his meal. "Then again, another one is convinced that I'm a girl...so my friends are generally just idiots...but I love them for it..."

He stretched his limbs into the air for a brief moment after he finished off his meal, neatly stacking the dishes at the corner of the table, watching silently at the blond returned to flirt. It was weird...Sheeka didn't really get the whole point of flirting, although he'd seen people do it plenty of times. Kaoru liked trying to flirt with him a lot, but he found that he didn't completely mind that fact. "Free sake...it's just too bad that I'm not considered legal drinking age in Japan..." Sheeka commented, rolling his shoulders in a shrug. "It's younger in Italy - eighteen if I recall correctly...." Of course, Sheeka didn't actually drink a lot if he did at all. He liked the occasional light wines and other sweet drinks. Then again, he liked sweet in general. And he did have a fake ID for when he did feel like having something - but since he had already pointed out that he was nineteen, in front of a police officer no less, that wouldn't be a smart idea. There were also a few places in Japan, the international places in the area that catered to those who preferred the feeling of home and followed the Italian laws when it came to drinking. Although, he was also mafia...so he didn't follow a lot of laws in general.

When it came to the Spiaggia these days, they were mafia in only name anymore...except for Sheeka and maybe Sayomi. They still did things that would make others consider them mafia. Sheeka dabbled in the blackmarket and some arms dealings at times - in the sense that he wanted more arms to add to his already extensive collection of guns. He also loaned out his talents to the Spaiggia and Riva allies every once in a blue moon, namely the Varia, as a hitman as well as his abilities with his illusions and his current possession of a hell ring that was specialized for infiltration and espionage. Arashi's Mist Guardian didn't like him for the fact that he was better apt for missions that involved subtlety while Raziphel was definitely better on the assassination aspect of things.

With how much he was talking to these two, Sheeka thought it polite to also introduce himself, although, he neglected to mention his last name of Riva to anybody as he calmly drawled out. "My name is Sheeka, by the way." There were days, that if he didn't want people to connect him to the Riva or the Mafia in anyway, that he would slip into using his mother's surname. The name Rovati wasn't a common name outside the mafia, or even in it. Nobody would even connect it to the mafia at all. Riva on the other hand...well, they were a huge medical company in both civilian and mafia world.

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