[AImost Pure]

Ladies and gentlemen! At least I think there are gentlemen here. The next part of Minea Diaries will have no showing of Alexandria or Celesti, or mentioning of their abuses to Minea!! Yes that's right it's time for a chapter full of stuff to make you smile! As we're getting closer to the phase that I begin the main story arc I've come to a conclusion. I'm going to keep the format I started with part 2. Give a story part then move onto a diary. Unless a major event takes place each story part will be of one day and primarily focus on Minea unless calls for someone else to give the recap in Diary form.

Spoiler for Minea's Diary #3 Part 1:

It was a beautiful June afternoon. The fresh air was sweet with the scents of roses and sunshine. The sky was clear of clouds and rain. People merrily went about their business be it work, or of play. Nights before our heroine had come to a fateful decision; Minea was going to get a job. The filing with the government wasn't a problem at all, convincing them that she was smart enough to over come any challenges that laid before her was an easy exam she passed in record setting time. The signature for her mother to give approval was actually signed by her mother (perhaps she thought it was something else) and she told Minea to leave her room after that. But, what would make a thirteen year old girl, one who could be confused for loli still, want to get a job? For a chance to see and experience things she hadn't before. To be able to get a job, Minea has passed over all foreseeable problems... Well, almost all. What she didn't count on was that no manager was going to hire someone who could be their boss just by saying one or two words. No one would hire someone who's thirteen either! With all her best choices and even worse choices picked up, Minea finally went to the last place on her list, the Cosplay Diner down the street from her family's apartment.

Vanissa had given up hope that she would ever find a beautiful, cute, talented, hot waitress to wear all the costumes that she had purchased. The tall woman fell ill fated to having to have a diner filled with old women, old men, and more men working for her. Vanissa tried to keep a particular look no matter what day of the week it was. A professional, well trained, intelligent, and wealthy business owner was her dream since she was abut a child, though, at the moment looking the part meant more to her then being the part. Vanissa was a natural blue haired beauty; the cheek bones of a model, the eyes of a seductress, the hips of an athlete, and the bodily firmness of a young woman. Her hair was usually kept up to stay out of her face and her cooking. Each day she dressed in a professional fashion of a business skirt, nylons, long sleeved business shirt, and black high heels. These were essential every day for her.

She was pressed against the counter behind the register, whimpering and whinnying to one of the hold women who worked there named Ethel. "Ethel, I wont ever find someone cute will I? Someone I can eventually marry, some cute girl that I can get to stay home every day and greet me when I get home." Vanissa's hands slid up pushing against her cheeks, a dream look flashing over her eyes. "Wearing knee socks and an apron and saying 'Would you like dinner, a bath, or me.?' When I get home."

Ethel just shook her head going back to serving the few customers that were still in the diner right then. Ethel is one of four old women who look alike, sound alike, and have the same first name yet, are all different people. Old woman face, plump hips, belly, and arms, bee hive hairdo that seems to never grow or shrink, dark sunglasses over their eyes, and lips that could give a dry cheek a slobbery kiss before one could do other wise. The four Ethels were a stable pillar of the diner.

The diner was a basic diner style setup. The size of the building was a perfect rectangle with a two door entrance, a back door, and two emergency exits. The main part of the diner took on an L Shape running along the short, "North" end of the diner moving along the "West" side with 15 booths total. The bathrooms were located near the end of the West wall moving to the East Wall. On the upper North area was the L shaped counter which could seat 20 people along the smooth wood with stools for each spot. The register, located at the corner of the L counter, and behind the L counter was the kitchen, the drink fountain machine, the office and changing room.

Vanissa was closing to telling Ethel she was going home for the day when she saw someone come into the diner. A young girl, possible loli appearance, wearing a rose patterned sun dress. Her brunette hair decorated in ribbons to form two ribbon twirled pigtails, a delicate soft face, those beautiful cat ears, that cat tail twitching just beneath her dress, and to Vanissa's guess she held papers in her hands of a resume.

Vanissa's moe factor went into over drive, her hands instantly went to her nose to stop the flow of blood that wanted to pour out. The dirty thoughts racing through her mind would have made her anemic in a heart beat if she didn't want to hire this girl so bad. "Hello, little girl, what brings you here today? May I take your seat ... I mean show you a seat?"

Minea's once cheery disposition went from a happy complexion to a pouting 'Great another idiot' look when she saw Vanissa. Her arms crossed protecting her resume back against her body. A good four feet six inches tall, couldn't weigh that much she didn't have an inch of fat on her, could she? "Can I speak to the manager please?" She spoke with intelligence and focus.

"I am the manager, sweetie, what can I do for you today?" Vanissa's hands finally dropped down from her nose.. a spot of red just beneath her nostrils where she couldn't stop the flow. Vanissa watched Minea sigh at the revelation she was given then take the Resume form the girl. Vanissa gave but a quick look over of the resume before putting it down under one arm. "Welcome aboard!! Come back here at 8 am tomorrow and we'll start your shift!!"

Minea's mouth dropped at this. Why was she being given a job so quickly? She hadn't even looked to see her age or her references. Minea's ears twitched taking a careful look at the moron in front of her. "Now going to ask if I'm someone's familiar?" Her voice taunted back waiting for the usual response.

"Should I? From what I can tell you are the genuine thing! Let me give you a run down of the shop!" Vanissa hustled around the counter to go right to Minea. Bending at her waist with her hands to her knees, the manager grinned wide at the sight of this beautiful girl she had now labeled her 'Future Wife'. "Here at Cosplay cafe you will become the Cafe's Mascot! Everyday we'll have you wear a new Cosplay outfit while serving!" Vanissa couldn't feel the cold stare Minea gave her just then. "You'll rack in the big tips! Get tons of people coming back again! (Make me money!) and you'll be the envy of all other girls your age!"

Minea crossed her arms once more, staring down the diner owner as she did so. There was something wrong with this scenario. If this job was so great? Why did no one else want it then? Her tail twitched. "Fine. It's a deal. But!" Her right hand came forward pointing a lecturing finger at the older woman's face. "If I don't like a costume I wont wear it."

Vanissa almost felt defeated! She wanted to say so much more to try and counter that return offer but... Would she loose her precious Loli!? "Agreed! So, see you tomorrow then?" Vanissa eagerly moved so that she could turn the feline around and shuffle her out the door. She wanted time to begin buying and making the garments... her hand falling down pushing Minea by her rear end.

"Yes yes. Tomorrow." Minea repeated... she didn't know why Vanissa's hands dropped like they did when showing her the door. If she had, the police would probably have been called in.

Vanissa waved as the feline girl shuffled down the street leaving the establishment. Her hands again came to her nose as a burst of blood broke from her nose. The thoughts, the images, and the actions she was picturing in her mind was too much for her to take. To her knees she fell... twitching, giggling, and gasping. The costumers and Ethel gave her a strange look; none of them had a good feeling for the future.

Dear Diary, June 2nd

I finally have my job. It's at a nice diner down the street called the Cosplay Diner. I've read about cosplay when studying about Earth where Signum was found. Apparently, Cosplay is an act of wearing clothing to imitate people, fake people, or various jobs that one is not apart of. I have a bad feeling I'm going to be wearing mostly things that show off my figure more then doing it for a costume.

The owner is an idiot, I can tell this already. If she's nice or if she has any sense has yet to be seen from my first meeting with her. I better keep an eye out on her. I think she felt my butt up as I was leaving.

I better be careful tomorrow. Goodnight. Diary.

If anyone has a suggestion for Minea's future White Horse Riding Princess I'm happy to take them. Right now I'm leaning towards an older woman, someone who's a bit of a drill Sergent in nature but not the brutal type that Alexandria is. Someone who believes that if you can beat your students then you can use that time to each instead. Of course, when coupled with a rebellous, sometimes bi polar cat girl it'll be interesting to see... Especially if she's old enough that people would think she's robbing the cradle...