Sweet Loli Cafe 2/?? [Tora x Miyavi]
Title: Sweet Loli Cafe
Chapter: 2/??
Authors:
tora_bish and
raepoo. Rating: PG-13
Warning: Lolita Miyavi? Crack?! xDD
Pairings: None as of yet, but there is a one-sided Hyori x Tora, and will eventually be Tora x Miyavi
Disclaimer: We do not own these beautiful men.
Summary: Based loosely off of a Korean Drama Coffee Prince. Tora is the son of a very wealthy family, but in order to inherit any of it, he must prove to his grandmother that he can be independent. And so, she gives him a little cafe that needs quite a bit of work.
Miyavi just stared at his "uniform". If it could be called that. Hands on his hips, he looked it over and with a sigh and a shake of his head, simply carefully folded it into his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
It'd been a long week, a week full of repairs and remodeling and numerous arguments, but finally, everything was good to go and finally, it was time to open the cafe. Miyavi had to admit, the coffee shop had cleaned up well, it turned out quaint and comfortable looking. Of course, Tora didn't help by gloating every second he could.
Entering the now familiar coffee shop, he smiled at the soft tinkle of a bell and the sight of both Uruha and Tora already there. He could smell the coffee brewing and could hear the soft clanking of pots and pans from their new cook.
"Ohayo."
Two heads turned in Miyavi's direction and Tora was quick to smile. "Ohayo, Miyavi-chan, excited for the opening? And what're you doing in that, go on, get dressed!"
Uruha just gave Tora a look. "Stop egging the poor girl into changing into that skimpy piece of cloth you call uniform. Let her have her dignity for at least a few more minutes."
Giggling Miyavi bowed to Uruha, thanking him quietly for his kindness. "But I'm not really all that adverse to the idea anyway." Holding up a peace sign, he walked passed the two and made his way to the bathroom to change.
"You've just been dying to see Miyavi in that uniform, haven't you?" Uruha teased, pushing his friend and boss playfully.
There was a slight blush on Tora's cheeks as he shook his head. "No. It's the work uniform and you know it. This is Sweet Loli, Loli as in lolita, remember Uru-pon you were there when Miyavi came up with the idea? And where are the other girls? They're going to be late!"
The good thing about the other girls were they filed in already dressed. Uruha noticed that his friend really wasn't paying much attention to them, though... He was waiting anxiously for Miyavi.
After some struggling and fixing up the ties properly, Miyavi took his time in getting his hair right, letting a few long strands cascade down his shoulders while pinning the rest up. Dusting on some light makeup and adding a slick layer of lip gloss to his lips, Miyavi stapped on his shoes and finally stepped out of the door way, unable to help the blush on his cheeks. This skirt was almost indecently too short.
The moment the door had swung open and revealed Miyavi, all of Tora's attention was fixed on his new waitress. His mind became an incoherent mess as he stared at Miyavi, admiring the way the short dress clung to just the right curves, the way Miyavi looked so endearing and alluring with that blush on his cheeks. Perfect. Just perfect.
Uruha glanced at Tora, raising a brow. Waving a hand in front of Tora's face, he huffed when the other didn't even blink, simply batting the hand away in annoyance. Leaning in close, Uruha smirked, whispering into his ear. "You're drooling."
That got his attention fast. Wiping at his lower lip quickly, Tora shot Uruha an annoyed glare. "Shut up."
Slowly stepping forward, Miyavi curtsied before his bosses. "So... Do you like it? It's not too short or anything?" Nervously he toyed with the hem of his sleeve, waiting to hear some comment of disapproval.
"No," was the short reply and Tora couldn't help it, his mind.... Dear god, his mind was quite literally fried. It wasn't until he saw the pout on Miyavi's lips and the way he started backing away that he reached out, taking the other's hand. "No, Miyavi, it's perfect. It's like it was made for you, Miya-hime."
Uruha rubbed his temples as he watched Tora's display. Idiot! You almost drove him away. "Miya-hime? I suppose it does fit, you are the little princess here, ne?"
The blush was back on his cheeks, Miyavi's eyes lowering slightly in flattery. "I'm far from little." He murmured softly, almost embarrassed by all the attention Tora was putting on him. Tora shook his head, fingers still capturing Miyavi's hand in his, admiring those long, thin fingers and the way they curled just so around his own hand. "Either way, you look gorgeous. You'll end up grabbing all the attention from the customers, no doubt."
Uruha grinned, satisfied with the way Tora seemed to have eyes only for Miyavi amongst the crowd of skimply clad girls. Granted, Miyavi wasn't really a girl, but that was a technical difficulty meant to be dealt with later.
If Tora kept this up, Miyavi was going to be as red as the tomatoes Kai was chopping up in the kitchen. It was funny to Uruha how neither Miyavi, nor Tora attempted to move away. That is until Hyori popped over. To be honest, the assistant manager didn't quite care for the girl, she had a reputation for sleeping around and she was most definitely one girl that he did not want around his best friend.
"Uhm, Manager-san, it's almost time to open. Would you like for me to unlock the doors and start welcoming guests in?"
It took a moment for Tora to pull away from Miyavi, eyes focusing on Hyori. "Sure thing. Everyone ready?"
"Hai!" Came the high-pitched reply from the four girls that were hired after Miyavi.
"Then let's open the doors and welcome our guests!"
That said, the girls eagerly opened the door and soon enough, the coffee shop was bustling with newcomers, all greeted personally by the waitresses and seated. Miyavi had his fair share of instant admirers, all crowding around him and calling out for his service. Uruha couldn't help but grin, if this didn't ensure that Tora kept a close eye on Miyavi, nothing would.
Sure enough, Tora seemed to be having trouble focusing on the orders, eyes constantly drifting off to Miyavi's figure and the way all those other men were trying to reach out to hold Miyavi's hand, offering flattery and making the other blush and laugh and wave off the comments. Damnit, that was his job. "Ah, uh, Manager-san, you're breaking the glass."
Uruha pointed to his hand where Tora was clutching a glass just a little too hard in his hand, cracks beginning to appear. Tora quickly shook his head and dropped the glass into a trashcan. "Distracted."
Occassionally Tora would make a round, talking to the customers to see how they were enjoying everything. It took quite a bit for him to not snap on the men who spoke about how stunning Miyavi was and how precious the waitress could be sometimes. But he managed it, and every time he came back, Uruha would just grin.
"Breathe, Tiger, breathe. You knew this was going to happen, Miyavi's in a lolita outfit for crying out loud!" The assistant manager laughed and handed his friend a cup of coffee. "So... When's the old bat coming down to see how things are going?"
Sighing, the brunette took a sip of his coffee. "A week... She said she would come see just how we were doing after our first full week of business... That means a week of getting these girls ready to deal with her scrutiny..."
"Tora, is it the girls you're worried about or yourself?" He knew how his friend's family was, Tora's grandmother wasn't exactly the nicest person towards him, she didn't like the idea that her eldest grandson didn't want to take over the company.
With a grimace, Tora ducked his head and concentrated on his coffee. He had a week to ready himself and until then the week ended, he wasn't going to think about it. "It's good coffee."
Rolling his eyes, Uruha leaned against the counter, eyes lazily scanning over the crowd. "Yeah, well, it's a good thing too. This way we'll get customers to come for company and coffee." Flashing a charming smile to the girls crowding outside, he beckoned them in with a small crook of his finger.
Free of customers for the moment, Hyori suddenly appeared next to Tora, fluttering long lashes up at the manager. "Your cafe's doing so well, manager-san! And it's only the first day. You're so talented." With a syrupy, high-pitched giggle, she leaned in closer to Tora. "Ne, manager-san, what's your girlfriend going to say when she finds out all your waitresses are wearing this Lolita outfit as a uniform? She must be so jealous!"
Blinking at Hyori's sudden appearance, Tora nearly spilled his coffee. "Iie. There is no girlfriend, Hyori-san. Besides, she wouldn't have much of a say in how I run my business." Taking another sip of his coffee, the manager looked off to Miyavi. Why couldn't it be Miyavi at his side instead of Hyori?
Uruha glanced over to his friend, gritting his teeth as he saw Hyori leaning in so closely. More-over when he saw the girl's hand fall to rest on Tora's shoulder.
"That's a shame. The girlfriend, that is. But what do you say we go out sometime after work?"
Kindly, the tall brunette removed the waitress' hand from his shoulder. "I've got too much to take care of, Hyori-san. I don't have time to date."
"Aw, but Tora-kun, I feel like we should still go out, have some fun, get to know each other." She flashed him a sweet smile with what was supposed to look like a seductive lick of the lips, but all it made Tora do was shudder. Seeing his friend's plight, Uruha leaned into the conversation, bright smile on his lips. "Hyori-kun, a customer's calling for you! My, my, you certainly know how to garner attention!"
With a light laugh, he pointed to the crowd of young men seated in the corner, shoo-ing her off with the pleasant smile still on his face. "Manager-san, I advise you to learn how to be less attractive soon or Hyori won't be leaving you alone."
With a sigh, Tora sipped at his coffee, hoping to calm some nerves. "Hai, Assistent Manager-san, I'll get on that as soon as possible, right after I escape my grandmother's evil clutches and make sure this coffee shop doesn't flop." Rolling his eyes, he settled his gaze back on Miyavi, eyes narrowing as he watched Miyavi laugh at something a customer said, leaning in slightly to grant the young man to plant a kiss on his cheek. Damnit, that cheek was his and no one was allowed to kiss it but him.
"Ah, manager-san, please stop breaking the cups here, we need them to run the business."
But it was too late, Tora broke yet another glass, but this time, he wasn't lucky enough to escape the pain. Looking at his now bleeding hand, he sighed. "Shoot me, please, Uru... I don't know how I'm going to survive this."
Grinning, the assistant manager guided his friend off to the back room. "Go wash it clean and bandage it up. Everything will be fine."
It wasn't that he was in pain, as much as the fact that he was bleeding, bothered him severely. Miyavi had noticed his manager walking to the back, something he rarely did and quickly approached Uruha. "What happened, Assistant Manager-san?"
"Oh, he just cut himself on a piece of glass. You should go see if he needs any help. Would you do that for me, Miya-hime?" Uruha grinned as the other nodded and set his tray down to go to the back.
Walking into the storage room, Miyavi looked around. Where was he? "Manager-san?"
Surprised by the voice, Tora peeked his head out of the small booth he called his office. "Miya-hime? Shouldn't you be tending to the customers right about now?"
Taken aback by the comment, Miyavi faltered a little in his step and gave a nod, unsure. "Well, Assistant Manager-san told me to come in and help you. Seems like he wanted to make sure you were alright."
Feeling bad for the sharp words, he simply nodded and motioned Miyavi in with a tilt of his head and a soft smile. "I'm fine, just a little cut, but why don't you help me bandage it, seems like I'm only making a mess of myself." His light laughter was cut short when he felt something warm and wet surround the cut around his fingertip. Eyes growing wide and breath hitching, he stared as Miyavi took the finger in his mouth, lightly sucking on the finger as he reached for the gauze. Pulling away, Miyavi carefully dabbed the cut with a small alcohol soaked tissue, wrapped the gauze around it and securely taped it. With a smile, he pressed a light kiss to the finger. "All better."
Tora suddenly found himself without words as he stared down at those big, brown eyes. Lips parting, he closed them again in fear of looking like a gaping fish. "You should be more careful, Tora-kun, we don't want our precious Manager-san hurting himself, do we?"
It took everything Tora had not to pull Miyavi in for a kiss. God those big innocent eyes were going to do him in. "H-hai... Miya-hime, if any of those customers bother you, just let me know. I'll get rid of them for you, alright?" Smiling, the manager lightly cupped the waitress' cheek.
"Hai. I will. But I should probably get out there before my tables decide to start a search party." Giggling Miyavi leaned up, kissing the brunette's cheek before dragging him back out to the front of the shop.
As Tora walked up to Uruha, the assistant manager smiled. "You okay? You look like you were hit by a bus."
"She's going to be the death of me...."
"Who, Miya-hime?" Evil smirk in place, Uruha leaned in, lightly nudging Tora's shoulder. "Did you guys make out in your office? Do something naughty?"
Smacking Uruha upside the head, he ignored the yelp. "Don't be stupid, she just patched me up, that's it." Shaking his head, he gave Uruha a look and went to fill out orders, setting out fresh cups of coffee's and latte's and whatever else his customers desired. Uruha just heaved a sigh and gave Tora a long-suffering look One of these days, he'd get that tiger to settle down. Watching the crowd, he couldn't help but notice the uneasy look that passed Hyori's face as she glanced from Tora to Miyavi, as if she knew there was something there. Lips pursed, Uruha, watched her work. That girl could be trouble for his plans.
The day went by remarkably fast, and before Tora knew it, they were closing up shop. Groaning in relief as Hyori and the other girls left, leaving Uruha and Miyavi behind with him.
A loud sigh escaped all three, though a smile cracked their faces. "Let's hope tomorrow's as good as today."
"Miya-hime, would you like a ride home? It's late and I'd rather not have you walking home," Tora queried.
"I'll be fine, I promise. I only live right around the corner." Holding up a peace sign the waitress disappeared into the back to change into the clothes he had worn in that morning.
"Let's hope we find a way to keep Hyori off of you, Tiger."
With a sigh of relief, Miyavi quickly changed back into his old clothes, slipping on his jeans and t-shirt. Tugging on the jacket he wore earlier, he folded his uniform back into his bag. He was tempted to wipe off the makeup, but right now, he was too tired to do even that. And to think, he had to go home to his younger sister and help her with her homework too now. Running his hands through his hair, he sighed and exited the back room and entered the main area of the coffee shop again. Smiling at the two business men, he gave a small bow. "Thank you for the work, I'll see you both tomorrow, ne?"
Uruha smiled brightly. "Hai, Miya-hime. Don't forget to look your best, you were our main selling point today!"
Tora simply laughed uneasily at that.
There was a blush on the man's cheeks as Miyavi waved goodbye. "Oyasumi!" The two men bowed and the waitress disappeared down the street.
"You know... I don't think your grandmother's going to like the fact that all of your girls are skantily clad in lolita outfits. Especially Miyavi with as tall as she is." Uruha leaned back against the counter. "And can I just say this, I don't like Hyori?"
"Huh? Why not? She's a good waitress!"
"And a slut."
Tora couldn't help but wonder if sometimes, Uruha had been born without that polite filter. He always blurted what he wanted when he wanted. "You know, I don't get why my grandmother likes you, you're far from polite and sarcasm is your second language and can I just mention all the times you've acted inappropriate around her?"
Uruha shrugged, picking at his nails again, a smug look crossing his features. "It's because I keep you in line. And I'm charming. And look dashingly handsome. And --"
"Just shut up. I"m not firing Hyori, especially when I just hired her. I can't afford any bad reputation with this place. Not yet at least. And if her being a good waitress means she needs to hit on me 24/7, so be it." Squinting out the window and at the setting sun, Tora shook his head. "I'm going to show my grandmother I'm worth something and I mean it, Uruha. I'm going to make her love all of my workers, especially Miyavi, and this shop and prove I'm worth something."