The Snail and the Butterfly

Once upon time there was a snail.
It didn't emote very much.
And there was always some kind of delay in his reactions.
So people called him the "Burakumin Snail".
He didn't really care but felt loneliness.

One upon time there was a butterfly!
And it emoted a lot!
And there was no delay to his reactions!
So people called him the "Burakumin Cocoon"!
He cared a lot but didn't feel loneliness!

"Get to know your place Burakumin scum." They said...
The snail did as he was told to be left alone.
The butterfly didn't and continued going towards them!
Seemingly, one was a push-over and the other a freak with no awareness...

Once they both stood by the river...
The butterfly's sheets were thrown!
So he jumped into the water to retrieve them.
The snail simply looked at him.

He eventually got out of the water...
"Man! All of them are soaked now! Barely visible!"
Was he talking to him? He didn't respond, he never did.
"Not cool! I spent weeks on them! Why are these guys like this?"
'Because you're annoying.' Thought the snail.

The snail eventually asked his parents.
He knew what a Burakumin was now.
It made him angry that this was the reason of his torment.
He never felt angry before.
"You scare me honey, stop glaring like that." He didn't.

The snail was someone practical and crafty.
You'd have to be in his circumstances.
And his wits were unparalleled in his neighborhood.
So he took 'this' because he knew they'd be back for him.

As accurate as he was, it now felt itchy to see the same scene play out.
"Your lyrics suck... A Burakumin like you should be cleaning the streets.."
"Yeah, why don't you follow your dad? He probably makes his ancestors proud..."
"Especially when he hit you... Yet you still defend he's a nice person..."
The voices were probably yelling, but the snail could only hear them as if drawn out.
The butterfly's notebooks ended up again in the water.

This time, the snail reached out...
The butterfly was visibly trying not to cry.
But immediately lit up when he saw the snail!
Despite that, his voice was still shaky...
"T-Thanks man! I always k-knew you were c-cool! I-I appreciate it!"

They sit by the river again...
Thanks to the snail's help, the papers were a bit clearer...
"You know! I'm always trying my best to be friendly! B-But they just keep-! Why...!"
'Because they don't deserve you.' He responded nothing...
But still took the time to put a hand on his shoulder...

The butterfly unfolds a piece of paper from his pocket.
It was an invitation to participate in a middle school talent show for the end of the year.
"I! I trained really hard for this! But-"
The snail cuts him off with an "ok" sign.
"You...! You think I should go?!"
He nods again, and makes him swear by a handcheck, the butterfly radiates...

"Let's get it on!" The talent show was currently being held, and the butterfly was first...
He gave it his very best, the snail could see how sincere his acapella rapping was...
Nonetheless, nobody reacted apart from some cringing, not realizing the work put...
So when the moronic jury speaks "Well uh... Thank you for that... It was certainly-"
The snail stood up and cut him off by a sharp breath.

"Mister I'd appreciate if you-" It amused how annoyed the person looked so he continued.
"Like I've said-" The snail continued, his breathing become faster but steadier.
"HEY LIST-" Listening? He never did that.
So he went down the sits of condescendance and up on the stage, never stopping.
"Ladies and Gentleman! This was just a warm-up! Sorry about that! The real fun is here!"

The snail couldn't agree more.
He never beatboxed his whole life up until now, but he felt like he was born for it.
Both creatures' rhythms complemented each other perfectly.
And even the most skeptical at first, were genuiely entranced.
A new type of hype got birthed at this very moment!