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Mother May I?

Good after noon everyone! If it is in fact afternoon for you. Either way I hope everyone’s day’s are going better than mine. Here is the next chapter of ‘The Part Timer Series’, if you’re looking for the first part go ahead and search the tag or look it up on my Master List :)

As I mentioned earlier this story is based off of some head-cannons that @ikesenhell and I talked about over some nourishment. Though it is worth mentioning that they don’t match the now cannon restaurant stories (have you all been able to play the Gatcha? If not have you seen some of the screen-caps?)

Tagging @little-mini-me-world per their request! Hope all is good!

As promised in my little give-away, in this and all subsequent chapters you are going to see @elievalentine‘s OC - Akiharu Natsuyuki and @one-eyed-captain-kinky ‘s OC - Zhari joining the gang.

Under the cut to keep away dash clutter!

Happy Reading Fam!

Mother May I?

[YN]

Your alarm screeched to life at the much too early time of 745am. You dind’t need to be at work until 11am but you wanted to make sure you had plenty of time to get ready. It was Monday, and subsequently, your first day of training at Azuchi. Taking care to secure your long hair in a braid so you could pin it into a bun. Once your hair was in place you dolled your face up with a quick flip of your wrist for an almost perfect winged cat eye, accompanied by a splash of mascara. You finished the look there, deciding to leave the rest of your face natural. You didn’t need anything melting off of you or turning splotchy if the day got hard.

Hair and makeup presentable you got dressed to Hideyoshi’s uniform specifications. Putting on a black collared button-up, you rolled the sleeves up just past your elbows as instructed and tucked the shirt into the well-fitted slate dress pants you had just slipped on. Finishing the look off with a black leather belt to keep your pants from drooping and your black non-slip shoes. You gave yourself a final look over in your mirror and laughed. If you didn’t know you were headed to Azuchi you’d think you were a mob boss, this was way too much black for one person to be wearing.

You arrived to work twenty minutes ahead of your scheduled start time, greeting Hideyoshi at the door. “Good morning Mr. Toyotomi.” he stared at you for a moment before breaking into a genial smile.

“Good morning (YN), just Hideyoshi is fine. Let’s go ahead and get you started.” he turned over his shoulder, “Ieyasu, can you seat anyone that comes in while I get them situated?”

“Whatever.” was the only response gave, but it didn’t seem to bother Hideyoshi much.

“That is our bartender Ieyasu, he’s a little prickly, but you can’t take what he says at face value. He’s just a bit contrary.” you had to chuckle as the aforementioned party shot daggers at the two of you.

“It’s nice to meet you Ieyasu. I look forward to working with you.” you offered a formal nod of the head as you smiled his way.

“Sure.” was his only response as he turned around, continuing to clean glasses and put them back on the shelf.

Hideyoshi walked you to a check-out station at the back of the restaurant where he punched in a quick code on the screen before turning back to you. “Go ahead and fill out the boxes on the screen and we’ll get you set up in the computer.” stepping aside to let you up to the counter.

“All finished.” You turned and stepped back letting Hideyoshi back in front of the screen.

“Sounds good, while we’re waiting for your badge to print let me take you around and introduce you to everyone.” and he did just that.

Most of the faces you recognized from your interview. Mitsunari, the silver-haired young man with glasses, was the finance manager and he sat in the shared office space with Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide, the other shift manager who had interviewed you. Though you didn’t get to say hello as he was off today. Upstairs was Nobunaga’s office, he was in, but it was clear he was busy, so you only stayed briefly to express your gratitude for being offered the position. Coming back down the stairs you were walked through the kitchen seeing Masamune the executive chef of the restaurant while also being introduced to the patisserie chef.

“Hello, I’m Akiharu Natsuyuki, the resident patisserie chef. Come to me if you need anything sweet or you need to get away from that one.” she pointed at Masamune “it’s nice to have another female on staff, I hope we get along!”

Akiharu was a short, slender woman, with soft features and bright brown eyes. Her hair was the color of chocolate mouse and looked like it would feel just as fluffy.

“Likewise.” You greeted her with cheer. “Let’s get along!”

“Of course.” she smiled once more before turning back to her mixing bowls.

“Hideyoshi,” you spoke up once you were outside of the kitchen “Are Akiharu and I the only female’s on staff?”

“No there’s one other. Zhari.” At the sound of her name, a young woman about your age popped up from underneath one of the counters. Wavy honey brown hair was pulled into a ponytail so high she looked taller than you, but as she walked closer, it wasn’t difficult to tell you had a few good inches on her.

“You rang?” the young woman quirked an eyebrow at Hideyoshi.

“Perfect timing. Zhari this is (YN). (YN), Zhari.” he looked back at her “She’s going to be training with you for the week, but let me know if you need any help. Have fun.” with that Hideyoshi headed back up towards the front of the restaurant.

[Hideyoshi]

I had to admit, I was impressed. You were a hard worker, and in the four days, since you had started, you could already see how competent you were. Zhari had asked for permission to have you on your own, and you now covered half her tables by yourself. We had been uncharacteristically busy as of late, but that didn’t seem to faze anyone, even you.

“Can I help you with that?” I knew better than to take a full tray of food from waitstaff but it was so hard to watch someone your size carry that much.

“I think I’ve got it but thank you Hideyoshi.” you smiled up at me “I’m going over to twenty-two if you want to follow just to make sure.”

“Ah um, no, I don’t want to get in your way. Just let me know if you need help carrying anything.” I hesitated before I walked back towards the front.

“If you don’t stop acting like a helicopter parent she’s going to file a complaint against you with Mitsuhide.” Ieyasu grumbled as I walked past the bar.

“Who’s going to come to complain to me?” Mitsuhide slinked in beside me

“Nobody” I quipped as Ieyasu answered “(YN)” himself.

“Good to know, I’ll go start the paperwork now.” and without another word, he made his way back to the office.

“Wait, Mitsuhide!” I shouted after him, but he wasn’t listening. Before I could chase after him the bell to the front chimed rooting me to my post for the next two hours.

“Good afternoon, how many will be dining with us today,” I asked the group of young girls. The looked to be about sixteen, it was summer break, wasn’t it? At least that explains why kids their age were here at this time of day. It would be reprehensible if they were skipping school just to come here for lunch.

“Five please, you wouldn’t happen to have anything in Ms. (LN)’s section would you?” the apparent leader of the group making a request for you.

“Of course right this way.” I lead them to a six-seater in Zhari and (YN)’s section “Can I get you ladies started off with something to drink?”

I walked back to the soda fountain and saw you loading up a tray. “Thanks, Hideyoshi,” you smile dazzled “I heard the order, if it’s alright with you I’ll take it from here?”

“Please.” I sat back and watched as you balanced the drinks and sauntered off to the table of happy teens.

“I see she’s a fast learner. Very nice job Hideyoshi. Is Zhari here for me to give my regards?”

“Regards no. A raise yes,” Zhari responded from around the corner carrying a tray full of food from the kitchen.

“Zhari that is no way to talk to your boss.” I felt my frustration rise at her tone. I didn’t need that precedent being set and you thinking that sort of behavior was acceptable.

“Chill out Hideyoshi, Nobunaga’s cool.” She walked by him giving him a fist bump before screaming back into the kitchen “Masamune! You better have something hotter than me back there ready for table six when I get back.”

“At your service!” He appeared at the window siding three plates in her direction. “Hey Nobu, Akiharu has a question for you.”

[YN]

Everyone gets along so well sometimes you had to wonder if you’d ever fit in. It had been four days, and you were starting to get a feel for the water. Mitsuhide worked nights, and while he was quiet most of the time, he was observant. You weren’t sure how, but problems seemed to resolve as if they were never there to begin with. He did like to tease, but in a very different manner than the others. It was sharper, witty. He kept you on your toes.

Ieyasu was, as Hideyoshi warned, a contrarian but he was always finding an underhanded way to help out. Even if the help still came with an insult. he got along with everyone from what I could tell save Mitsunari, but even I was starting to think that was a front.

Mitsunari was almost always in the back. You had only seen him away from his desk once, and it was to run an errand for Mitsuhide. He was accommodating, always looking to assist in some way, though someone typically stepped in before he was given the opportunity. You were still trying to work that one out, but his smile never failed to sell out Akiharu’s dessert special for the day.

Masamune was continually flirting, but the inappropriateness always reached new levels when he and Zhari were together, it was funny and made the whole experience a bit more relaxing and casual. While they were silly in their own ways, both were considerate and knew the best way to push me past any hesitation I might be feeling. If I was confident in my work, it was because of their encouragement.

Nobunaga was a great boss, doing what he felt was best for everyone as a whole. Everything was in the best interest of his customers and his employees. Though if he kept eating all of the sweets Akiharu cooked up we were going to have a problem. I was four days in, and I could tell something was going on there. Nobunaga took every chance he could to visit her back in the kitchen when Hideyoshi wasn’t there to reprimand him, he was practically kitchen staff. Not that it mattered, Akiharu baked up anything he wanted, so far sugar stars seemed to be the most popular dessert she made for him.

Then there was Hideyoshi. He was a weird one. Always mothering, there when you needed him, and when you didn’t. It was endearing, but you could see how it could get old. You had caught a few comments made to him by Ieyasu in passing, and you appreciate having someone look out for you. Not that you minded, as long as you weren’t talking disrespectfully to Nobunaga, he was very concerned with your well being so you let him help if it made him feel better and didn’t mess up your flow.

You were going to enjoy working here very much. Excited you stood near the soda machine and listened to Hideyoshi take the order for five girls who had been seated at one of your table. They were familiar, had they been in your biology class this past year? Filling up glasses as they ordered, you picked the tray up and made your way out to the table.

“Thanks, Hideyoshi,” he looked baffled “I heard the order, if it’s alright with you I’ll take it from here?”

“Please.” He motioned with his hand as if to say ‘after you’ stepping out of the way so you could get passed. Blinking a few times as you walked by.

[Hideyoshi]

I wasn’t dumb, I knew Nobunaga was going to get candies from Akiharu. At this point, I was more concerned with how you were going to do covering a table of young girls who clearly knew you, than dealing with his sugar problem. Would you be distracted? Nervous? Happy? I was interested in your reaction, you face seemed to make the most intriguing expressions, and I always found myself curious. You never reacted the way I thought you would, and I liked that.

Placing the drinks down with a flourish with a musical quality to your voice, everyone thanked you. You were friendly, and I was sure your smile could rival Mitsunari’s on dessert sales if you learned how to harness it. Tucking the tray under your arm as you leaned down towards the girls you took their order. You popped your pen and notepad back into the white apron we had given you, dropping straws onto the table. There was what looked like a pleasant exchange before you excused herself and headed to the kiosk to place the orders with the kitchen.

Personable and timely. Such a diligent worker.

“If you keep staring like that you’re going to burn a hole in them.” I jumped as Zhari walked passed with the food for her table.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just supervising.” I felt the need to defend my actions, had I really been staring that long?

“Uh huh, sure. Just don’t scare them away with your constant mothering okay? I really like them.”

“Same!” Masamune jumped into the conversation backing Zhari’s comments up.

“Again I don’t know what you two are talking about. I’m going back up front.”

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It had been a quick day, with summer vacation in full swing more people were visiting in the afternoon for lunch than they had been before. I was relieved from my post up front by the evening host and headed back to the break room to my locker trading my no-slip shoes for my dress shoes and a tie. As I shut the door, you made your way back doing the same as I had hanging your apron after switching your work shoes with regular tennis shoes.

“You headed out, or just back to the office?” you turned to me as you hooked your lock back on the door.

“The office, need to finish up a few scheduling things. Everything go alright today? We didn’t overwhelm you with tables did we?” I looked up as I finished tying my tie.

“Not at all. I think I’m really starting to get the hang of it, but thanks for your concern.” you smiled, and the room got brighter, why was that happening? I really needed to get my vision checked. While I hadn’t been paying attention you made your way to the door turning just before taking the employee exit.

“Have a good night Hideyoshi. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t work too hard until then!”

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Caregivers Forced Disabled Man to Fight as Amusement, Left Him to Die: Lawsuit

Last April, their own bodies of Carl DeBrodie, a 31 -year-old developmentally disabled humanity who liked Westerns and fishing, was located strangled in specific and stuffed in a ash bin in Missouri.

His family is now suing Second Chance Homes and the Missouri Department of Mental health issues for his mysterious extinction, claiming keepers at the independent living facility in Fulton magnetism DeBrodie to fight with another citizen and left him to shake in a bathtub until he died.

” Carl and Resident# 1 was necessary to physically engaged one another for the benefit and amusement” of two Second Chance works, alleges the amended federal lawsuit, which was registered Tuesday by Carolyn Summers, DeBrodie’s mother, and Carol Samson, DeBrodie’s aunt.” Carl sustained serious injuries, including at least six ruined ribs ,” the complaint alleges.

DeBrodie’s relateds are indicting 18 accuseds, including works at Fulton’s Second Chance Homes, the Callaway County Public Administrator &# x27; s Office, and Callaway County Special Assistance. The dispute, which alleges omission and immoral death, claims executives falsified reports, stopped contributing DeBrodie his drug, and allowed him to go offsite with two works, a move that ultimately contributed significantly to his death. DeBrodie’s family is indicting for $25,000.

” It &# x27; s nauseating to know that these people are still walking around. I don &# x27; t know how anyone could live with themselves, doing this to someone ,” Samson told Fulton Sun .

Representatives at Second Chance and the Missouri Department of Mental health issues declined to comment on the amended suit, the Columbia Tribune reported. The equipment repudiated allegations in the initial grumble. No one has been charged with DeBrodie’s death, according to an ABC News report.

Second Chance officials didn’t report DeBrodie’s disappearance until April 17 th, the lawsuit commonwealths. One week eventually, his form was received, and it appeared to be so” severely decomposed” that officials assumed he’d been dead” for months ,” according to Fulton Sun and ABC News. The objection am of the view that DeBrodie had been dead since late October or November of 2016.

Before his death, Second Chance employees Sherry Paulo and Anthony Flores made DeBrodie to their home and forced him to sleep on the concrete floor of their vault with another occupant, the same person whom guardians stirred DeBrodie spar with, the lawsuit countries. The grievance also claims Paulo and Flores shaped DeBrodie act” manual, overdue labor” at their private residence.

One night, Flores supposedly examined DeBrodie scream, went downstairs, and find him having a seizure, according to the court papers.

” Flores and Resident# 1 carried Carl upstairs and located him into the bathtub with the shower guiding ,” instead of calling the police, the lawsuit suggests. DeBrodie was ” bleed from his nose and mouth” and continues to” thresh in the tub ,” until he died, the lawsuit says.

” Carl remained in the bathtub for two or three days until he was ultimately placed into the City of Fulton trash can, encased in material, and placed into a storage contingent ,” the lawsuit governments.

Rudy Viet, an lawyer for DeBrodie’s family, told Fulton Sun the brand-new more detailed information on DeBrodie’s death were obtained by the Missouri Attorney General and the Callaway County Prosecuting Attorney’s office.

Callaway County Attorney Chris Wilson declined to comment on the ongoing criminal investigation, according to KMIZ-TV.

DeBrodie was a resident at Second Chance beginning in early 2016, according to the lawsuit. During his time there, Callaway County Special Service employees Tiffany Keipp, Melissa Delap, and Robin Rees Love served as his defenders. The executives submitted specious reports about acting face-to-face check-ups on DeBrodie, the lawsuit alleges.

Keipp and Delap last-place spoke with DeBrodie in September 2016, when DeBrodie abode weight loss and pictured signs of starvation, according to the lawsuit.

” As more invention comes out, we’re only feeling more sorry for Carl. Gross negligence is putting it kindly ,” Viet told the Columbia Tribune . em>

Read more: https :// www.thedailybeast.com/ caregivers-forced-disabled-man-to-fight-as-amusement-left-him-to-die-lawsuit

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