a mediocre man, the balding principal was nothing but nervous. of course, no one was quite comfortable in her presence. she had met creeps and abusers, and he seemed like neither of those.

"its alright, sir. im sure she understands the legal consequences the poor girls parents will follow if she continues to stay inrolled at your fine school."

dick move.

•••

BITE BITE BITE

hungry

she never liked government. at that moment, she didnt like her agent either. being an orphan-- and a problem one at that-- she knew the ins outs and loopholes of the system. usually shed be thinking of the quickest way to run away.

now, on the other hand, all she could think of was the gorgeous mcdonalds they had passed an hour into their car trip.

the memory of it was still fresh in her mind-- well, as fresh as a passing glance can be-- but shed be fucked if she didnt get some food soon.

"and honestly, i dont-- are you even listening to me?"

if she was listening, she mightve replied. but, she was preoccupied with wallowing in sleep deprivation and big hungies.

•

the car door she was resting on opened abruptly, and her face not so gracefully met the pavement.

"fuck! watanabe, ive mcfallen!"

the woman rolled her eyes, and her face practically screamed 'im so done with this kids shit'.

"come on, takahashi. get up, we don't want to be late for your tour."

cho scrambled up, scraping her knees and reopening unhealed wounds in the process. she didnt notice, though. she was too busy gaping at the giant. fucking. school. it had its own gate. ITS OWN GATE. shed never been somewhere rich enough to have its own gate. well, a giant concrete gate with the letters "L. A." in giant lettering atop it.

wait. la? we cant be in LA la, its japan. oh right, im dyslexic! lolz.

this had to be the wrong place. right?

she scurried after the woman who moved surprisingly fast in heels.

"hold up! watanabe, this is the wrong place, right?"

"nope, i--" cho interupted her, yelling much louder than she ment to- "WHAT THE FUCK?! HOLY FUCK I--"

before she could go on a complete rampage, watanabe annoyedly interrupted the teenager. "im surprised too, takahashi. what school'd want a lowlife theif like you?"

cho made an 'oof' sound while pressing her hand to her chest and stumbled back a bit.

"damn, that shit hurteded."

clearly regretting her life choices, watanabe walked faster to get to the door. how going that fast was possible? cho had no idea. but, it seemed to be an effective routine because they reached a FUCKING HUGE door in only a few minutes. there was a plaque that read some shit she was too lazy to read. thankfully she didnt have to, as watanabe shoo-ed her away before she could fail miserably.

"wait here takahashi. i need to sign some papers. look, theres even chairs you can sit in."

grumbling some choice words under her breath, she plopped down onto the totes uncomfy hunks of plastic that her new school tried to pass off as chairs.

ten minutes later, she had broken two chairs and spent five minutes looking for her phone.

her stomach growled louder than present mic like the demon it was, elerting the entire building that a dumb bitch was in the vicinity.

••

now she was lost. great. then, she heard it: people. maybe those kind civilians could show her poor ass to the nearest (a) exit (b) vending machine. either one would do at this point.

sonic speed mode engaged, she ran full speed down the halls. there! doors! she burst through, and then immediately hid behind a trash can. it wasnt a group of random normal people she had come accross. oh, no no, life had better things in store for her. instead, she had burst into the outside world, where super menacing people were fighting eachother.

training for the gladiator pit? probably. should she stay and find out? fuck no. search trash can for food? yes.

raccoon mode: engaged.

wrappers, condoms-- WAIT WHAT?! unopened condoms? what? she pocketed them. waste not want not. juice boxes.. oh!! here we go! a perfectly perserved plot relevant unrealistically found hotdog that probably shouldnt be in a japanese trash can! fuck yeah! with ketchup?!

"hello gorgeous..." she stuffed half of it in her mouth, all while sitting on her newly found trashcan home watching hot ladies and dudes wrestle (ish?) eachother.

she had to admit, they were all super fudging impressive. there was one in paticular that caught her attention. he had spiky blonde hair that matched his aggressive brute force based fighting style. he was sparring with a redheaded (legit), and they seemed kinda well matched. blondie was strong, sure, but sharkie was holding his ground rather well.

taking another enormous bite and almost choking in the process, she kept her eyes trained on brute force boy.

"love, is a baked sweet potater."

•

"jones bbq and foot massage! jones bbq and foot mass--"

she pulled her flipphone out of her pocket to see who was calling her.

SCARY GOVERNMENT LADY

cho nearly choked on her trashdog, coughing and sputtering. she cleared her throat, wiped her sleep deprived eyes, and lowkey died inside before answering the call.

"ey yo howsit goi--"

•••

a few floors and her will to live away from the scene of the crime, cho collapsed in front of a vending machine. oh, if only she had any coins to spare. she could reeeeally go for some food right now. she burnt all the calories from the hotdog running up down and around the emmense building.

pulling herself up from the ground, she searched her pockets. the gods smiled down upon her, and she (somehow?!) pulled 5,000 yen from her pocket. how? she didnt know. just in case it was divine intervention, though, she recited some Christian Prayers ™ and stuffed her probably stolen money into the machine.

but before she could choose which offbrand trail mix she wanted, watanabe grabbed her by her dreads and pulled her aaaaaaaall the way back down the winding tunnels of bland walls and giant ass doors, until finally she half gently half mercilessly pushed her down into a much more comfortable seat. in the principals office. fuck.

a vein was popping out of watanabe's forehead, and an all too familiar scowl graced the womans' features.

"well? what do you have to say for yourself?"

the pressure was high, and you could cut the tension with a knife. cho wouldve if the circumstances were different. might as well give them what they want.

she bowed to watanabe and the mouse-- WAIT WHAT. A MOUSE? fuck, she had no room to judge-- and repeated the apology she had said so many times it was instinct.

"im sorry i disobeyed you and wandered around the building. if i may, i was just looking for the bathroom and got lost. it wont happen again."

spoiler alert: it always happened again.

the mouse dog man thing sipped his tea, his dark black eyes boring into her soul.

he look like the kind of mouse man who liked his students to succeed and be disciplined.

she knew just how to get to him.

watanabe massaged her temples, trying to rid herself of her quickly growing headache.

"oh, also... i lost my ligma."

watanabe froze, repeating the word under her breath before letting out a large sigh and giving in to her curiosity.

"takahashi. what is a ligma and where did you see it last."

mouse dog man knew what was up.

cho could barely hold in her laughter, face contorting as she piched herself on the arm in an attempt to keep herself together. she readied herself to run, feet pointing more and more towards the door. with one last, gutteral sentence she uttered from deep within her gut, she watched the chaos insue.

she grinned widely.

"ligma balls."

the impact was immediate.

dog mouse man choked on his tea, and watanabe's face grew red with anger.

she dodged the angry government lady's slap and pulled herself out the door, running down the corrider, up the five hundred sets of stairs and burst onto the roof, quickly climbing the roof's fence in an attempt to jump.

"woah woah woah! kiri get her!"

voices-- quite panicked too-- sounded from behind her.

"on it bro!"

strong arms wrapped themselves around her stomach, and the person tried with all their might to rip her from the fence.

oh dayum. there do be people up here tho.

finally succeeding to pull her from her only escape route, she wrestled against her captor until he lost his balance and they toppled like dominoes.

she hit her head. hard.

"fam." she groaned in pain, her now re-re bleeding knees throbbing in pain. peeling her eyes open, she was met with a lovely but also super confusing sight.

somehow in their tumble, they had rolled over, ending her up on top of mystery boi. his face was flushed almost as red as his spiky hair, with red eyes to match. he had wondeful pores, as she noted out loud with an approving hum.

and boy, was he a fine hunka hunka man. she whistled in admiration of his clear dedication to being physically fit, something she had neither the time or patience to embody.

hunka hunka man let out a short "bruh."

cho's super duper giant horsecock fell from her pants-- jk jk it was (now broken) bottles of ink and edibles she stole from watanabe's jacket pockets.

"ah fuck!" she rolled off the man to cradle the now broken contents of her right pant leg. "i cant believe youve done this."

she kissed the cross she had around her neck, and muttered a short prayer with a "dear heavenly father please guide these now ruined edibles through the gates of heaven" added onto the end.

"damn im a fucking genius! amen."

she paused. i mean, waste not want not.

she ate one of the VERY DIRTY and VERY DESINTEGRATED edibles.

"um..."

oh yeah. people. thats a thing that exists.

her neck was on fire, and she began sweating as the curious (and disapproving) gazes of many a person burrowed their way into their spine and up into the tiny part of her lizard brain that was left, leaving her mind screaming "bruv what da foUCK just happened u fookin IDAIOT blOOdy 'ell maete" in somehow a cockney accent????

idk man but smarts.

cho felt something trickle down her forehead. she touched her head and did in fact confirm that she was indeed FUCKING BLEEDING OUT.

just to EXTRA confirm she wasnt halucinating, cho tasted the red liquid. i mean who knows, it couldve just been raspberry jam.

but nope. blood.

tasty 😏.

she saw the redhead cringe and a pink-skinned girl stifle a laugh.

she bet one of them was VERY into that.

"oh dear," a black haired boy spoke up, "miss? you're bleeding."

i can SEE that, sherlock.

without missing a beat, cho answered wryly "oh dude, no way! that is, so badass," she grinned, muttered a "hope a sexy nurse saves me." and then proceeded to pass out.
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