Post by Shizuka Nakano on Apr 12, 2009 17:02:16 GMT -5
[[ooc: Apparently I suck at adorable today, SO I APOLOGIZE.]]
She'd seen all manners of kids in all various states of bodily damage, bloody noses, black eyes, cuts and bruises and gunshot wounds... there wasn't anything Fusae hadn't seen before, and she shouldn't have been surprised to see yet another kid in some sorry shape show up at her place.
Except that this one was neatly seated on an overturned crate that constituted as one of the "chairs" in front of Souzai Daigaku, her hands clenched so tightly in her skirt that her torn knuckles were made that much more obvious. Not that Fusae would have missed any part of her presence, given the colorful state of her nose (bloody), her lip (also bloody), and the rest of her.
"... What the hell, Nakano."
Shizuka looked up, trying to smile, but only winced when the movement stretched the wound at the corner of her mouth. "I-I'm sorry, Fusae-san... if you had a napkin I could borrow, I won't trouble you."
It's a little too late for that... "Somehow, I don't think a napkin's gonna cut it. In your shape, it's gonna take a full-fledged clean-up crew." The woman propped a hand on her hip, trying to disguise concern with annoyance, and sighed. "C'mon. If you stay out here, you'll just scare the customers away." She clamped her free hand on the girl's shoulder, maneuvering her out of her seat and all the way into her small apartment before Shizuka could find the breath to apologize or refuse the gesture. From there, it took only a couple of minutes to sit her (firmly) on the couch, fetch the first-aid kit, and begin gently dabbing at the blood on her face with a damp towel. To her relief, all of the injuries were shallow. They probably stung like a bitch, but things could have been worse. Silence reigned on both ends, until Fusae's curiosity got the better of her.
"You mind telling me just what the hell happened? I would've expected this from some other kid-- hell, even Seta-- but I've gotta say, Nakano, I thought the day you'd get into a brawl would be the day the world ended." She smirked, glancing outside. "And the last I checked, the sun hasn't turned black."
"They..." Shizuka forced the words out of a dry throat, quiet but not calm in the slightest. "T-they called Hideo stupid, just because he's deaf. I... didn't know about it at first, but there's been some older boys around here who have been hassling him. One of his friends finally told me about it. So I went to talk to them."
Fusae's frown deepened as she listened. Hideo... that was her little brother. Normally, it took a lot to fully invoke Shizuka's fury, but anyone who knew her also knew that the one thing guaranteed to do it was to show cruelty to her sibling. She knew kids could be real bastards, too, eager to pick on those weaker than them. It was a situation she'd heard (and experienced) often enough.
"T-they said..." The brunette was doctoring her hands with a borrowed tube of ointment now, angry tears in her eyes. "I shouldn't get mad, because it was true... and that he wouldn't understand them anyway, so it didn't matter. And I... just got so angry, I didn't think, and I slapped one of them, and..." She stopped there; the rest of the story needed no telling.
"... Well, shit." Fusae let out a low whistle, taking a seat beside her on the couch. "Looks like I'm rubbing off on you. That'll just please the pants off your senpai, won't it?" When Shizuka only looked confused, she sighed. "Look... Nakano, that was brave of you, but you could have been seriously hurt. You got lucky this time. I wouldn't recommend hunting down those kids again."
"But--!"
"But," she continued, "those bastards shouldn't get away with that kind of crap, either. And they won't. I'll tell ya what. Once we get you all taken care of, you go home and get some rest. Come see me in a few days, and I'll see about giving you some proper lessons in ass kicking. Without weapons," she clarified, noting Shizuka glancing warily at a nail bat propped in the corner. "Okay?"
The girl hesitated, then slowly nodded. She still looked as though she was going to burst into tears, though, so Fusae risked it and slung an arm around her shoulders, ruffling her hair. As if that was all she'd needed, Shizuka let out a long, shuddering sigh, and leaned against her.
"You're a good kid," her newfound support murmured, a smile softening her rough voice. "And those punks aren't gonna get away with this, mark my words."
"... Thanks. You're a nice person, too, Fusae-san."
"Tch, hardly. Oshiro's gonna be on my ass for bein' some kind of 'negative influence' on you."
And, true to her word, one week after she'd gone after the kids with her (non-spiked) bat and Shizuka had emerged from another fight with their leader with only a dislocated shoulder and a radiant smile to show for it, Sho arrived at her stand to ask her to kindly extract her influence and to focus her attention elsewhere, or on anyone other than his kouhai.
"Y'know, I was thinking that you'd make a hilarious drunk," Fusae mused, and was rewarded when Sho turned various shades of red and white, sputtered something incoherent, and stalked off like an indignant feline.
The woman grinned, watching him go. "Good thing I didn't tell him she was staying the night." After all, with the shit she had to go through with all of the males in her life, some female bonding was nice to have on occasion.
Female bonding with a chance to teach Shizuka how to break someone's nose was even better.
She'd seen all manners of kids in all various states of bodily damage, bloody noses, black eyes, cuts and bruises and gunshot wounds... there wasn't anything Fusae hadn't seen before, and she shouldn't have been surprised to see yet another kid in some sorry shape show up at her place.
Except that this one was neatly seated on an overturned crate that constituted as one of the "chairs" in front of Souzai Daigaku, her hands clenched so tightly in her skirt that her torn knuckles were made that much more obvious. Not that Fusae would have missed any part of her presence, given the colorful state of her nose (bloody), her lip (also bloody), and the rest of her.
"... What the hell, Nakano."
Shizuka looked up, trying to smile, but only winced when the movement stretched the wound at the corner of her mouth. "I-I'm sorry, Fusae-san... if you had a napkin I could borrow, I won't trouble you."
It's a little too late for that... "Somehow, I don't think a napkin's gonna cut it. In your shape, it's gonna take a full-fledged clean-up crew." The woman propped a hand on her hip, trying to disguise concern with annoyance, and sighed. "C'mon. If you stay out here, you'll just scare the customers away." She clamped her free hand on the girl's shoulder, maneuvering her out of her seat and all the way into her small apartment before Shizuka could find the breath to apologize or refuse the gesture. From there, it took only a couple of minutes to sit her (firmly) on the couch, fetch the first-aid kit, and begin gently dabbing at the blood on her face with a damp towel. To her relief, all of the injuries were shallow. They probably stung like a bitch, but things could have been worse. Silence reigned on both ends, until Fusae's curiosity got the better of her.
"You mind telling me just what the hell happened? I would've expected this from some other kid-- hell, even Seta-- but I've gotta say, Nakano, I thought the day you'd get into a brawl would be the day the world ended." She smirked, glancing outside. "And the last I checked, the sun hasn't turned black."
"They..." Shizuka forced the words out of a dry throat, quiet but not calm in the slightest. "T-they called Hideo stupid, just because he's deaf. I... didn't know about it at first, but there's been some older boys around here who have been hassling him. One of his friends finally told me about it. So I went to talk to them."
Fusae's frown deepened as she listened. Hideo... that was her little brother. Normally, it took a lot to fully invoke Shizuka's fury, but anyone who knew her also knew that the one thing guaranteed to do it was to show cruelty to her sibling. She knew kids could be real bastards, too, eager to pick on those weaker than them. It was a situation she'd heard (and experienced) often enough.
"T-they said..." The brunette was doctoring her hands with a borrowed tube of ointment now, angry tears in her eyes. "I shouldn't get mad, because it was true... and that he wouldn't understand them anyway, so it didn't matter. And I... just got so angry, I didn't think, and I slapped one of them, and..." She stopped there; the rest of the story needed no telling.
"... Well, shit." Fusae let out a low whistle, taking a seat beside her on the couch. "Looks like I'm rubbing off on you. That'll just please the pants off your senpai, won't it?" When Shizuka only looked confused, she sighed. "Look... Nakano, that was brave of you, but you could have been seriously hurt. You got lucky this time. I wouldn't recommend hunting down those kids again."
"But--!"
"But," she continued, "those bastards shouldn't get away with that kind of crap, either. And they won't. I'll tell ya what. Once we get you all taken care of, you go home and get some rest. Come see me in a few days, and I'll see about giving you some proper lessons in ass kicking. Without weapons," she clarified, noting Shizuka glancing warily at a nail bat propped in the corner. "Okay?"
The girl hesitated, then slowly nodded. She still looked as though she was going to burst into tears, though, so Fusae risked it and slung an arm around her shoulders, ruffling her hair. As if that was all she'd needed, Shizuka let out a long, shuddering sigh, and leaned against her.
"You're a good kid," her newfound support murmured, a smile softening her rough voice. "And those punks aren't gonna get away with this, mark my words."
"... Thanks. You're a nice person, too, Fusae-san."
"Tch, hardly. Oshiro's gonna be on my ass for bein' some kind of 'negative influence' on you."
And, true to her word, one week after she'd gone after the kids with her (non-spiked) bat and Shizuka had emerged from another fight with their leader with only a dislocated shoulder and a radiant smile to show for it, Sho arrived at her stand to ask her to kindly extract her influence and to focus her attention elsewhere, or on anyone other than his kouhai.
"Y'know, I was thinking that you'd make a hilarious drunk," Fusae mused, and was rewarded when Sho turned various shades of red and white, sputtered something incoherent, and stalked off like an indignant feline.
The woman grinned, watching him go. "Good thing I didn't tell him she was staying the night." After all, with the shit she had to go through with all of the males in her life, some female bonding was nice to have on occasion.
Female bonding with a chance to teach Shizuka how to break someone's nose was even better.