Well, this started off as just a one-shot I wrote while bored, wanted to write something, but hadn’t nothing to write about. That, and I thought that ‘Starlight Café’ sounds cool ^_^. It’s old, I found it in a pile on my computer, and since then, several of the characters have evolved a tiny bit, so if by a miracle I DO write another (3rd) chapter, there will probably be a few little changes.

The Starlight Café despite its inviting name, was known for its ruthless and cutthroat customers; all ranging from petty thieves to big bandit bosses. It was located in one of the many alleyways of Arcadia, hidden from the naked eye by shadows and supposedly something else. Currently, a fight seemed to be going on, nothing too unusual. The café had regular enemy bandit group clashings. As trophies, it keeps the charred remains and broken pieces of furniture patched over again with tape, the owner being too lazy and too cheap to repair them.

Iries Enaya, age 23, kicked open the door and stepped inside. It took a moment for her purple eyes to adjust and when they did, she found exactly what she was looking for. "Nick you bastard! What did you do?!" She cried at the only person still conscious.

A young blonde man; Nicholas Seiya, seemed more interested in his glass than the piles of bodies slumped around the room. "I needed that egg." He said mournfully looking at the empty glass. Iries ‘tsked’ and rolled her eyes, tucking her short, spiky blond hair behind her ear. Stepping on a man’s back, she walked up to the counter, after quickly pulling off another man’s pendent.

"Ah! Iries, what are you doing?!" A light blue-haired woman stepped in behind her, crying out after seeing Iries take the necklace.

Iries ignored her, something she did a lot, and sat down next to Nick, lifting up the pendent to examine it. "Hn, wonder what something like this is doing in this dump. It might be worth something."

"Iries!"

"Shut up Mitarie. Go drink yourself under." She peered over the counter. "I think Nick killed the bartender anyway."

At the promise of alcohol, Mitarie forgot her reprimanding and jump over the counter, giving a little squeak at the sight of the bartender laying face down, a knife sticking out of his back.

While Mitarie happily rummaged around, Iries flipped the bag on her shoulder onto the counter, not even bothering to clear it off.

She smirked in amusement when Mitarie squealed in pain as a half full beer can fell on her head.

Nick turned his head to look at Iries as she searched through her bag. "’Nything good?" He slurred.

"Nah. Just junk." She threw the bag over her shoulder where it landed with a soft thud on another body. "We probably should get out soon. ‘Ya done yet ‘Tarie?" Mitarie’s head popped up, an ear-to-ear grin on her face. "You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff down here!" She held up a bottle "They don’t even make this stuff anymore!"

"Well drink it later, and away from me. That stuff stinks and if you end up drunk I’m just gonna leave you."

"Ir~ies!"

"Shut up and move your ass"