>Suisei strolled down the quiet hallway, humming softly to herself, when she spotted Fubuki approaching from the opposite direction. She smiled and lifted a hand to wave.
>“Hey, Fubuki!” Suisei greeted cheerfully.
>But Fubuki didn’t smile back. Instead, her eyes narrowed, and a wicked grin slowly spread across her face. She reached behind her back and, to Suisei’s utter confusion, pulled out a large, ceramic lamp.
>“Looks like you could use a fucking lamp, Sui-chan,” Fubuki growled, raising it above her head.
>Suisei blinked. “What?”
>“Here, bitch!” Fubuki shouted as she swung the lamp down with surprising force. The ceramic shattered against Suisei’s shoulder, sending shards everywhere as the lamp's metal frame was exposed.
>“Fubuki, what the hell?!” Suisei yelped, clutching her shoulder in pain, but the white fox was already reaching for what remained of the lamp, wielding it like a club.
>“Don’t act like you didn’t ask for this, Sui-chani!” Fubuki sneered. She jabbed the stand forward, ramming it straight into Suisei’s stomach. The bulb make a quick popping sound before it shattered. Suisei doubled over, gasping, but Fubuki wasn’t finished. She grabbed a broken piece of the ceramic base and smacked Suisei on the head with it, sending her stumbling backward into the wall.
>"I just wanted to say hi!” Suisei managed to choke out, utterly bewildered, but Fubuki was deaf to her pleas.
>“Hi? HI?!” Fubuki scoffed, bending down to pick up another lamp that had been sitting on a nearby table. “Here’s another ‘hi’ for you!” She smashed the second lamp against Suisei’s leg, the crash echoing through the hallway as Suisei yelped in pain, sliding down to the floor.
>“Fubuki! Why are you-” Suisei began, only for Fubuki to reach down, grabbing Suisei by the collar and pulling her face close.
>“Because, Sui-chan,” Fubuki whispered with a menacing grin, “you need to learn a lesson… in proper lighting!”
>With that, she dragged Suisei down the hallway and threw her toward a third lamp at the end of the hall. The idol crashed face-first into the lamp, breaking both it and the oaken table it stood on as she did.
>Suisei was left in a near-dead heap, her ass poking in the air. Fubuki stood over her fallen friend, the broken frame of the first lamp still clutched in her hands. She chucked it at Suisei's ass, before giving it three kicks for good measure.
>“Guess that’s that,” Fubuki said with a satisfied smirk, before she dusted her hands off, nodded to herself, and sauntered away.
>Suisei meanwhile lay motionless amid the lamp-table ruins, yet her butt quivered from the beating she had just received.
