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OLD ACQUAINTANCES
"Ah, Y/N. You're here" the old man greeted her as soon as she walked through the door
She didn't bother to move her sight from the bald man as she knew already who was next to him, looking straight at her, through that stupid blindfold he kept like a lover boy from middle school.
"Thank you for having me" he voice was monotone, almost as if she was speaking from a third perspective
"Of course, Yababa told me to take very good care of you and so I will" it looked like the old man was still as chatty as ever
"Name" she demanded suddenly
"What darling?" he asked confused, just as confused as the rest of the people in the room
"I need a name so I know who I need to kill. Name" she said again, this time making sure her eyes were boring into his
Y/N just wanted to finish this mission and get back to Osaka. She felt weird being around him again and she surely couldn't stand staying any longer in this school.
"I think you've got something wrong" he let an awkward laugh escape "You're here to guard someone, not kill them"
"Do I look like a watch dog to you?" her words were bitter, maybe just as bitter as her glare
"Don't be so grumpy Y/N-chan. Smile a bit, it used to look so nice on you" as soon as these words left his mouth, her sharp blade flew right past his head, cutting a few white strings
"I am not trained to look after anyone. I an trained to kill. So either give me a name or I will find myself one" she grabbed onto her katana and placed it back in it's place, making her way out of the room
She was tired. The trip was longer than she expected and somehow this all made her angrier than she thought. Right now the only thing that would give her peace of mind would be a good deserved sleep and a bottle of rum.
And that's exactly what she had in mind and she was trying to find her way to the motel, as she had forgotten her way around the city, since so much time has passed already.
"Is that the girl who liked you in our senior year?" Iori asked the man as she was still facing the door, wondering what upset the strange woman so much
"In a way. I doubt she is the same person, and I think I know who knows a bit more about this" he smiled at the scarred woman
"Do you really think that badly of your old friend?" she sighed
"How is that thinking badly of him?" he whined "He used to fancy her a lot"
"For someone like you, I would have expected to know the difference between fancying someone and wanting to fuck them numb"
"Oh well, who could have blamed him? That first year was really making us all rock hard" he smirked as the woman hit him across his head
"Gross. Keep these nasty things to yourself Satoru"she looked away in disgust
