"What. The fuck."
"I know, it's worrying, isn't it?"
"Worrying my butt! Why did she kill me off first?"
Mukuro frowned at Sayaka, who was still staring in disgust at the pink leather book. Her friend's reaction was less concerned than she had imagined it would be. For goodness sake, Mukuro had found two snuff books under her sister's bed. Shouldn't they care about the girl's mental stability more than what order people got killed off?
"I mean, what sort of grudge does she have against me?" Sayaka asked, taking a bite of her shortcake. "I mean...mm...I've never been a jerk to that weirdo."
"She's not a weirdo, she's just...special."
"She thinks she's some sort of fashion icon even though she wears clothes that fit when she was twelve," Sayaka said with an eye roll, "plus she smells funny. I know she's your sister, but she's not exactly idol material."
"Says the girl who sold 100 copies."
"Wow, harsh."
"Sorry, sorry." Mukuro put her coffee down and sighed. "It's just..."
"I know, she's your sister, you're concerned." Sayaka took a sip of her tea. "So did you tell the school?"
"No, of course not!" Mukuro waved her hand. "...Though, I did tell our parents."
"Oh?"
"They're impressed with her creativity in writing."
"Jeez, something's wrong with that girl."
"Saya-"
"Yeah I know, I know. Hey! Can I show it to the music club?"
"What?" Mukuro asked, taken aback. The blue-haired girl leaned across the polished wooden table, grinning broadly.
"Come on, I want Leon to see it."
"No! What the heck? He'd flip!"
"Naaaah," Sayaka said, rustling through her bag looking for change. "He'd probably just get upset he didn't kill me in a more radical way."
"I suppose Leon isn't the best example of a put-together young man." Mukuro said with a little smile. "He'd say something about how it wasn't «punk rock» enough." She suddenly frowned again.
"That said, I doubt even he would be interested in that dreadful execution. I really am concerned what's wrong, the underlying meaning from her writing this. Is she disturbed? Is she potentially going to be homicidal or suicidal or, or..."
"Mukuro. Mukuro, honey, quiet." Sayaka put her finger to her lips. "You're taking this way out of hand."
"I just don't want to see my little sister going off and shooting the school..."
"Where would Junko get a gun. She can't get weed from Ishimaru."
"She might-"
"He gives it away."
"She-"
"For free."
"...Wait, really?"
"Yeah, tell him you're having trouble studying. He'll pile it on you. The cheap stuff he grows in Hagakure's bathtub, but he swears by it."
"Huh. That's...off topic why are we talking about this."
"Because I figured I could distract you long enough."
"God, Maizono."
"Wow, so formal! Come on, we're friends." Sayaka grinned. "Are you planning on calling her out to the school nurse? Getting her into counseling or whatever?"
"I'd rather not if I don't have to." Mukuro tented her fingers. "I think…I think I should get opinions of some of the others." Sayaka nodded, moving to the pocket of her jacket in her search.
"I bet that Makoto would be able to say something. Maybe he's been hanging around her, and that's why he's the main character? Oh, god, what if she killed me off because she's upset I spend so much time with him?"
"I doubt my sister's in love with him. You should see how she goes on about one of the girls in Class B in the second book."
"I look forward to reading it." Sayaka frowned, putting a few coins on the table. "Darn, I only have ¥700. Do you think you could spot the rest?"
"I think you probably owe me ¥20,000 by now from coffee," Mukuro sighed, and Sayaka merely winked.
"Maybe when my CDs sell!" She grabbed her bag and the book. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok? I promise I'll give the book back after the club meetings."
"I didn't say you could-"
"Come on, you can show it to Togami afterwards. He lives until the second book, right?"
"Technically he lives through it all, but that's not the poi-Sayaka, come back!"
"I have to read it all to get all the juicy bits!" Sayaka said with a laugh. "You'll get it after school!"
With that, she was out the door, and Mukuro found herself sighing in resignation with the waitress over her shoulder and her wallet open.