Ninja Bet

"Did he send you to ask me?" she said suspiciously.

"Nope. Yuuto and I have a bet, you see. He thinks that you like him. You know, like like him. I think you just like him as a friend. Which one of us is right?"

"Um..." Nora said. "I don't really know." She wasn't good at thinking under pressure like this, not when it came to things that pertained to her personal life. "I haven't thought about it."

That answer seemed to surprise Kagami. "Oh. Well, okay. But don't tell Yuuto, okay? I don't want him thinking that he won and you were just too nice to tell me. He'll be insufferable." She smiled and went back to her table.

Nora sat down at her regular table. Did she like Aden? More than a friend? She just thought they were starting to be friends. Did he like her like that? She was so confused!

Ninja skills

"I'm sure she will." then he took the piece of paper and looked at then got to work making Nora's favorite.

Nora started to go back to her table but then Kagami was standing in front of her, suddenly.
"Oh.. Hi Kagami."
"Hey Nora, How are you?"
"fine... Just chillin."
"Oh good, do you like Aden?"
Nora blinked, that was out of the blue.

I'll Keep your Secrets

Aden waved back at her, hoping she noticed.
"Bye Nora!"
He smiled and then looked at Ranna. "Already done what?"
She gave him a small smile and a bagel then turned around.
Aden sighed.
"Well, lover boy, how's it going?" Yuuto's voice sounded behind his ear.
Aden jumped, "Yuuto! Don't scare me like that!"
Yuuto smiled and sat down across from him.
"How's it goin? You have sat with her now, what three times? Any interesting stuff?"
"What is My Little Pony about?" Aden asked, he would have to watch it sometime.
Yuuto gave Aden a skeptical look.
"It is about pony's... pink, purple and blue pony's."
"Oh." Aden said, interested.
"Oh? why do you ask?"
"No reason."

Jealous? Me? No....

"If I ever act like that," Ranna said, "shoot me."

"It's not that bad," Nora countered with a lovesick smile. "It's kinda cute."

Ranna shot her a look. "Yeah. Maybe in an alternate universe. Here? It's just gross."

"You and Warren kiss," Nora pointed out. "Don't you?"

Ranna shifted uncomfortably. "Yes," she said a bit defensively.

Nora gasped. "You don't?"

"We did once!" Ranna retorted. "He just...he hasn't since...I don't know if it's me, or if it's him, or...I don't know."

"He hasn't kissed you? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Do I really look like the person to whine about all my relationship issues in public?"

"Well...no."

"Exactly."

"But you two are still together, right?"

"Well, yeah. We're just not...kissing."

"So you don't think Kagami and Yuuto are gross. You're just jealous."

"I am not jealous!" Ranna sputtered. Nora gave her a smug smirk.

"You are so jealous. It's alright. They forgive you."

Ranna sent her a fiery glare.

"Alright, leaving now. See you tomorrow. Girl's night and all. Buh-bye."

Double Jepoardy

"Have I ever had any other times I was right?"
"Perhaps a few more..." Kagami gave him a knowing smile.
"Will you tell me any of them?"
"No, but if you guess correctly, I will let you know."
Yuuto frowned in thought.
"When I sat next to you on the train."
She kissed him quickly then sat back as if nothing had happened.
Yuuto grinned.
"When I found you in the rose garden and told you I loved you."
"Which time?"
Yuuto rolled his eyes, which time... women.
"The time when we decided it didn't matter what we were."
She kissed him again. "I can think of one more."
"Only one!"
Kagami nodded.
Yuuto put his chin on his fist.
"When I asked you to marry  me?"
Kagami threw her arms around him and kissed him, not long enough to make anyone squimish, but just long enough for everyone to notice.

Them's Fightin' Words

"I hate it when you do that," he said, kissing her cheek. "You always win."

"Of course I do," she giggled. "Because I'm always right."

"No, you're not," he said, pulling away. "I'm right, too."

"Occasionally, but honestly, Yuuto, but I'm the one making the right decisions around here."

"Like when?"

"Like when I decided not to kill you--"

"It was a twist of fate that I didn't die!"

"Well, you didn't! And I'm the one that got you to help, remember?"

"And who saved you from Sakura? Hmm?"

"I did say you occasionally made right decisions."

"And that was my 'occasionally'?"

"One of them, yes."

Badly Given Advice

"Yuuto, why do you keep looking over there? Do you know them?" Kagami asked as she laced her fingers through his.
"What?" Yuuto turned back to Kagami and grinned as he looked at her.
"Yeah, I met him a few days ago. Aden is his name. He really needed advice on how to get a girls attention."
Kagami pursed her lips. "And you decided to give it to him?"
"Well, yes, he needed help!"
"Well at least you didn't have Hayata give him advice also, he would never get anywhere!"
"What! Kagami, I totally got your attention!"
"No you didn't! I got yours!"
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
"No way!"
Kagami settled the argument by kissing his cheek.
"Nope, it was me." She whispered in his ear.

She-Thinks-I'm-An-Idiot!

Aden looked up from his spot on the floor where he was drawing.
"Oh... Your table?" He looked around to spot an empty table which his eyes automatically drawn to.. because that was where Nora usually sat.
"Yeah. Table would be good."
He took a deep breath. He was a little to flustered for this. Nora was just a girl... right?
He really needed to talk to Yuuto.
He gathered his things together and smiled his bright, beaming smile at Nora as she helped him pick up the miscellaneous papers and transfer them to her table.
When he sat down he started to sew then noticed the tea in front of him.
His eyes lit up.
"Thank you!" He said happily. "Just what I needed!"
He took a sip and sighed.
Instantly he began to feel better, nothing mattered as much as he thought it did.
He set his cup down and went back to sewing.
"so, Nora, what made you feel gracious enough to share your table with me?" He asked in a confident tone. A  tone that masked his true feeling of oh-my-goodness-I-am-talking-to-her-and-I-have-now-dropped-nearly-everything-I-own-in-front-of-her-and-she-thinks-I-am-an-idiot!

When in Doubt, Draw

Blink.
"Oh, coffee. Yes. Please. Thanks."
Aden cursed himself mentally. How come he couldn't form a complete sentence?
Maybe he should talk to Yuuto again.. or maybe Topher. They would know. It would be best to not ask Krister, he could tell Krister and Chante loved each other very much, but that was not the sort of relationship he wanted.
He sat at the table while Nora left to the counter.
Once she got to the counter he realized, he didn't like coffee. He hated it. So why had he said yes?
Oh well, he would drink that stuff for her.
Why? Why would he drink it for her?
His head was all jumbled and he couldn't think.
So he pulled out a sheet of paper and a pencil and started to draw. That was what he did no matter what the situation was.

Introductions

"Monstre! Hypocrite! Mal, homme vil! Pourquoi tu ne peux pasagir comme vous garde!"
"Je ne garde! Chante, écouter moi faire! Non, Ouch!" Krister said as she threw the chair at him.
"Chante, je voulais juste - OW"
Aden walked into the coffee shop and smiled.
Either they were still at it or they had started another argument... either was plausible.
Yuuto waved from his seat next to Kagami and their friends.
Aden glanced at them, then at the girl who was talking to Ranna.
Should he talk to her or go sit with Yuuto?
He did still need to give her the picture.
"One minute." he mouthed to Yuuto then took he drawing out of a folder ( that was actually filled with all the other drawings he had done of her, quite a few) and walked toward the girl.
"Uh, excuse me?" He said, interrupting her conversation with Ranna.
He held his hand out. 
"I didn't introduce myself last time, I'm Aden Tristan Kingston."

Friend

She ran from the shop.
Aden watched her go then stood up. "Wait!"
He was way to late... she was half way across town by now, and he didn't even know her name!
And as if that weren't enough he hadn't given her the picture!
He sighed and opened a blank page and started sketching again.
as he formed the lines into a figure, he realized it was her again.
He turned to the next page and started again. Her.
Her.
Her.
Her.
"Uh... Are you ok?" a strongly Asian accented voice asked.
Aden looked up to see a young man with brownish hair and a very muscular build, though he tried to hide it.
"Well, yeah, I just can't seem to draw right now." Aden said gesturing to his drawings.
The man looked over the picture that Aden was working on right now.
"This is good. So why are you upset?" He asked obviously confused.
"I can't seem to draw anyone or anything else."
The man leaned back a smug smile on his face.
"Ah, I see."
"What? What do you see!"
"You like her."
"what! I don't even know her!"
"You don't have to know someone to like them, trust me, I would know."
"And why is that?"
the young man sat back up and picked up the sketchbook.
"May I look through this?"
Aden shrugged.
He started flipping through the pages.
"When I started my third year of secondary school I met a girl. Only for an instant but I was hooked the moment I saw her. 5 years later, we are married. When you see someone and you like them, it is like your heart is telling you 'hey, this would be a good person for you to get to know better.'"
Aden thought that over, pursing his lips as he did so.
Perhaps that was true, but how did his heart know?
The young man put his hand on the table, his eyes were wide.
"You drew this?" He asked turning the book around so Aden could see a picture he had drawn of the Japanese girl who sat at the window. She was running her hand through her dark hair as the sun bounced off of it and her eyes were fixed lovingly on the person sitting across from her. Come to think of it, this young man was always next to her when they were in here together.
"Yeah, I did. I drew everything in that notebook."
"This is amazing." The young man said turning the notebook back to him and running his finger gently over the picture.
"Do you want it?" Aden asked, he already had it scanned and he wasn't going to use the hard copy anyway. Besides, he enjoyed giving people things they loved, part of the reason he liked antiques so much.
"Yes please!" The young man said.
Aden tore out the page and handed it to the young man who was captivated by the picture.
"You have portrayed her almost perfectly!"
Aden grinned at the compliment.
"Thanks. Do you know her name?"
"Kagami." he said.
"Ah, and what was yours?"
"Yuuto."
"Yuuto, nice to meet you, I'm Aden."

Aden Tristan Kingston

Aden walked down the street, hands in his pockets whistling a happy sporadic tune.
He wore blue jeans, white boat shoes, a light yellow t-shirt and a dark blue jacket.
He didn't really need the jacket, but he liked to have somewhere to put his hands.
He glanced into the shop windows pausing if he saw something interesting, as he had done for the past hour.
He was on his way to his next appointment, but it was not for another 2 hours. So he went just a few blocks away to the main hub of the city.
Shops lines the small roads. This had always been his favorite part of any city, the old classy part. Sometimes he thought he didn't belong in the 21 century. Maybe in the 1940's... or the 1640's. A Slower, more romantic time in history.
He enjoyed sitting. Watching. Waiting. Getting somewhere when it seemed to fit.
Perhaps that is why he had found it hard to keep regular jobs. The times his managers wanted him to come in never seemed to correspond to how his life was going that day. So he came in a little later.
He did try to be on time. He worked to make his mood, his life, and his activities fit into work, but when he did that he felt fluster, upset and irritable. Money was not worth feeling horrible all the time.
Sure, apparently the world revolves around money and money is what makes everything go. But there were easier way to get it.
Such as the job he was at now.
He had started to work at an antique store, but his job was to go through town and find antiques, pay for them with the store's money and bring them back. Then he drew them in as much detail as he could. As long as he had 20 at the end of the week , he got paid a full weeks wages.
He smiled at the thought of this catch. How many other people could say that they loved their job and it loved them! First of all it was antique! And he loved that stuff! Second, it was on his time schedule! And third, he got to draw, his favorite thing (other than old movies)! Can't get much better than that.
As Aden thought about his luck in life he happened to glance across the street into the window of a very interesting shop.
He did a double take.
On the outside it was a regular Coffee Shop.
He found his feet walking across the street with his mind still reeling back on the sidewalk.
Once he caught up with himself he was opening the door.
A small bell chimed as the door hit it
Aden's face slowly molded into a smile of pure joy as he looked around the small shop.
In one corner arguing speaking in their quick language were a group of 4 oriental students. Next to there was a girl with bright orange hair sitting next to a boy with earplugs, nose plugs, gloves and a blindfold.  Across from there was a boy who was dark, no other way to describe it. Dark with red highlights. It reminded Aden of Fire.
On the other side of the store a couple was sitting as close as the table would allow them, though they looked as if they were from the 18th century and she was pulling a long silver knife from her golden hair. The man didn't seem to mind though, he was admiring her face.
"J'aret, look at my new knife!" She was telling him.
Aden's eyes darted to the next table.
Another couple, this one dressed in circus gab. The male was very pale and the girl very small. They looked like complete opposites, yet the meshed together so well... maybe that was just the matching costumes.
His chin had dropped to the floor as soon as the small bell had tinkled. And Aden made no move to close it.
He loved this place!
He hadn't even tried the food!
"Are you going to get something?" The waitress behind the counter asked him.
Aden looked over toward her voice his eyes still wide and his mouth still open. He was almost upset she had talked to him, there were still more people he wanted to look at. He wished he had brought his drawing pad, but it was back at the antique shop.
"Trying to catch the fly's?" She asked dryly.
This girl, her name tag said Ranna, was just as Dark as the other boy, perhaps a little more.
"Uh..." He shook himself mentally, putting on his dashing smile. Not that he had another one, his dashing one was his natural one.
"What do you have?" He asked walking up and leaning on the counter looking up at the signs.
"Coffee."
"Ah. so you do, but I see you also have some delicious pastries and other baked good. Along with lunch specials!" He said happily.
"Yes."
"So I will have the lunch special along with a cookie!"
Ranna punched some buttons on her cash register. "Seven Dollars."
He dug in his pocket and handed her the money, trading it for a receipt.
"Thank you, Ranna." He said, making sure to use her name.
She nodded and pushed open a door, disappearing behind it. Probably to get his food.
He turned back around and grabbed a tall table by the window, but not before picking up a pen and some napkins. He couldn't let these people get away from him! When was the next time he would have the opportunity to have such great variety of people in one place!
He hunched over his napkins and started sketching quickly, looking up more than he looked at his paper.

A Few Minutes Later

Kagami glanced at the strange group behind her. The orange haired girl was very loud.
"Yuuto..." she said in japanese, "What his this place?"
Yuuto smiled. "Just a coffee shop, Great place for private conversation." he told her as he picked up her hand.
Kagami blushed  and smiled slyly at him.

"Master, I ask that we relocate, I cannot concentrate in this place." Obi wan held his head as he tried to block out the noise of chatter, rising high as each group struggled to hear each other.
"Tolerance is a gift, pad'wan" qui-Gon reminded him.