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After all that, the man with the price tag did make it to the wedding; it was quite the sight when he made his entrance escorted by eleven or so yakuza. He felt, for the first time since he took his first shit, powerful- and he liked it. From then on, he was to act as a butler; should everything be clean and steady, he was free to own his time. Suddenly exempt from rent and from having to work 12 hour shifts, of the constant fear of being fired that haunted him every day (instilled by his superiors so that he would work harder), he became a new man overnight. The novelty of free time had allowed him to revisit old passions, and before long he found himself the caring ear of his clan- by taking in their pain, he developed unbreakable bonds.
Rin, on the other hand, is still spitting blood from the teeth she lost to an elbow. Like zombies starving for coins, staggering with what bones still stand, the boys of class 1-A and 1-B struggle their way through the school gates Any of them right now could have been the proud owner of some dumbfuck who would have to take care of all their homework. But, no. They took elbows to the teeth for nothing. They don’t like that. Strolling into the school amidst the undead, ignoring their grumbling, Rin notices a little boy beckoning a fat, orange cat with a taiyaki, a fish-shaped cake filled with red bean paste.
Bleeding student: Fucking Eiichiro, man! I’ll get him for this.
Student with one less rib: You and what army, asshole?
Coughing student: Ginko-san, you gonna let him call you an asshole? Break his fucking jaw.
There wasn’t much more she could do for that guy, but finding that parrot… no, that’s a challenge for another day. Distracted by the weird shape of some guy’s chin, Rin didn’t see the two gyarus blocking her path and bounced right off them, suddenly surrounded by gyarus in gyaru prison.
Gyaru 1: Kyaaa! Rin-chan is so daring today.
Gyaru 2: You kept us waiting, ugly freak fuck. Been waiting all day to make you prettier.
Rin’s face has blood, dirt, bruises, and cuts across the cheeks.
Rin: Bitche One. Bitch Two.
Gyaru 3: Shut up. Don’t you dare move, you piece of shit.
Rin doesn’t. Not that she could. A little black box spawns in one of the gyaru’s hands as if spit by her sleeve. Lip liner, powder puff, foundation, face powder, sponges and brushes, she wastes no second switching them with each other as she works on Rin’s face with commendable focus. By the end of it, the girl that looks like a dog now also looks like an actual clown. The gyarus break into laughter like lovely hyenas, making a ruckus and taking pictures everywhere. Rin grins, because she likes people that aren’t frail. She never smiles that much.
Gyaru: 6: OMG you look so fucking stupid!!
Rin laughs like a monkey getting swallowed by a wood chipper.
Rin: It’s true.
They aren’t bad people; they are just bored. That’s what Rin thinks, that everyone would be bored in a place like this.
