<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/Edits/Oldxianfull1499141_zps38c90cd5.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jin Yamazaki</div></span><br/><br/><br/>Jin closed the door behind him, effectively cutting off whatever Melda had planned to say. Jin wasn't a heartless person though, he kept an eye on her through a window that looked out onto the sales floor. However, Jin began to get caught up in the rush of making orders for the customers, his mother handling things on the cash register. Neither of them seemed to notice the poor dark skinned girl and the customer she was having an issue with.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"What can I get for you?"</span></span>she asked with uncertainty. Payton grinned and grabbed Melda's wrist, yanking her onto his lap. Melda struggled against him, almost falling, but Payton's arm wrapped around her waist.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF8000">"Now come on, Mel...I just want a little kiss..."</span></span>he said as he licked his lips and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.<br/><br/>It was at this moment that Rika began to take notice of Melda and Payton. She would have jumped in and gave that scum a piece of her mind, but Melda beat her to the punch. He leaned in as if to kiss her and Melda reacted rather violently, her hand coming up and pushing into Payton's face with as much force as she could. Payton let go of her with a yowl and Melda ran to the back room where Jin was. The door slammed open in a fury of movement, catching Jin off guard and causing him to squirt to much icing on a cookie he was frosting. He cursed under his breath, his eyes trailing up Melda and landing on her gaze. Furiously she untied the apron and threw it on the counter in front of a bewildered Jin.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Screw this! I get it bad enough at school, I am not going to deal with it other places too! Who the hell even wears this sort of shit?!"</span></span>she asked angrily, gesturing to her outfit.<br/><br/>Jin kept his mouth shut, continuing to just observe what she was doing as Rika came into the backroom as well. With that, Melda turned away and began to walk away, quietly mumbling to herself,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Stupid Payton...stupid school...stupid donuts...can't even...I'm so...men!...I just want peace..."</span></span>Jin raised a brow, his figure riddled with dried frosting and other baking ingredients. He curled his hands tightly into fists and furrowed his brow in anger.<span style="font-style: italic">Someone was in his mothers bakery? Harassing their guests?</span>Oh hell no.<br/><br/>Jin stormed past Melda, the door swinging open with a loud crack as it slammed against the wall, one of the old hinges breaking. Rika rushed over to Melda and grabbed her by the hand, forcing her to look at Jin.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF00FF">"Oh my. It looks like you get to see a rare side of Jin. My son rarely ever is angry... This should be fun."</span></span>Rika said with a slight chuckle. Jin was already at Payton's side by the time Rika finished speaking, his hand on the man's shoulder.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF8000">"Can I help you...?"</span></span>Payton asked, his voice slathered with false arrogance.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"Nope."</span></span>Jin said bluntly and grabbed the man by his collar, dragging him out of his seat and onto the floor.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF8000">"Wh-What are you doing?!? Do you have any Idea who I am?"</span></span>Payton stammered, fear in his voice.<br/><br/>Jin was obviously angry as he lifted the fearful Payton up to his feet by the collar of his shirt.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"Oh yea, I know who you are <span style="font-style: italic">Payton</span>." </span></span>He said, spiting his name out with disgust.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"You come in here all the time and make life hard for us. You boss my mother around and flaunt your wallet as if it makes you more of a <span style="font-style: italic">man</span>. And now you harass my guest? <span style="font-style: italic">My guest?!?</span>"</span></span>He said that last bit while shouting. Jin was now officially seething with anger, his mother was all smiles however.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF00FF">"Jin doesn't take kindly to people like Payton. We've had issues with him for a while now. Bastard thinks he can just cause issues whenever he wants, then throw cash at people as if it makes it okay."</span></span>Rika said as Jin pulled Payton by his collar and literally tossed him out of the shop.<br/><br/>The blonde haired man landed with a thud, his vision landing on Jin who was standing in the doorway to his mothers bakery, his arms crossed defiantly.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"Fuck off scum, before I bleed you dry on our sidewalk..."</span></span>Said Jin in a way that you couldn't tell if he was bluffing or not. Luckily for Payton, the blonde man followed Jin's advice and left in a hurry, shouting the entire way. Jin turned around and instantly went back to his usual look of apathy.<br/><br/>His eyes locked with Melda's and he made his way straight to her, then walked right past her and grabbed the apron she threw on the ground. Without a word, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Melda, the side of his head pressing into her thighs as he fastened the apron around her. Then he stood up and finished fastening the rest of the apron before stepping back and giving Melda a once over again.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"Perfect. Now, get back out there and take orders. It's not hard. Just ask them what kind of pastry they want, then if they would like a drink. We have two kinds of coffee. Regular and decaf. We have water and orange juice available also if they want that. After you know what the want, write it down and tear the slip off. Hand that slip to Rika and then go to your next table. Keep whatever tip people give you. If Anyone gives you any trouble, get Rika. The bakery is only open for three more hours, so let's hustle!"</span></span>He said, then turned on his heals and disappeared into the back room.<br/><br/>Rika sighed a bit and looked over to Melda,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF00FF">"We really appreciate you being here. Jin might not have said it, but we really appreciate the help. I know Payton was a douche, but that scum won't bother you here any more, not as long as Jin is here. So please... Try and have a little fun? There's no reason not to."</span></span>Rika finished before returning the the cash register, looking to Melda, waiting to see what she would do.