Yakima wiped the sweat off his forehead, wearing the same headband that holds his hair back when he cooks. The sun was high and intense, its light beaming down on Yakima's neck as he nailed his sign on top of the door. Previously it hung by chains above the entrance but after their last visit, most of the shop had broken down. Both Yakima and Ike worked on rebuilding it almost from scratch. Ike worked on the inside while Yakima worked on the outside, since he didn't want Ike to attract anymore attention. He moved back a little, standing on top of a ladder. He nodded [color=gray]"That will do"[/color] It was the same run down sign as before but Hanami had made it so there was no better sign out there. He stepped down the ladder, looking behind him off into the distance. He let out a heavy sigh, missing both Hanami and Midori after their last departure. Yakima had scrounged up most of his money to send his wife and daughter to the Human World where they would be safe. And he had spent the rest of the money he made on the repairs for the shop. After so many years he was back to right where he started, probably even worse.

Yakima took a seat on the dirt in front of his shop, the shade protecting him from the sun. He placed his head against the wood, looking up at the sky. It was as if he was in a deep philosophical thought. [color=gray]"Last damn time I hire someone I know"[/color]