/!\Author's note/!\ : This story, « The Good Idiotic Girl & The Mastermind Criminal », will not be as amusing as it would sometimes seem. On the contrary, it would be mysterious and sometimes a little dark. Although it is a story based on « The Lord of the Rings », it will take time until my two OC's get dropped into Middle Earth ; unlike a great number of fan-fictions of a girl falling into Middle Earth and becoming the Tenth walker of the Fellowship, my story will talk about a young French student, Marie Timothée, going on a trip in Japan. Things will go downhill when she realizes that she is the target of yakuzas who have business with her – what business, I won't tell you in my note, that would be cheating. The second woman is Daichi Matsumoto, someone just as deadly than she is mysterious...
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/!\ Warning /!\ :This fan-fiction is rated M. Lemons & scenes of violence will be described.
Disclaimer : I'll do the disclaimer for the whole fiction – I don't own « Lord of the Rings » and its characters, everything belongs to the legend who created this : Professor Tolkien. Only Marie Timothée, Daichi Matsumoto & a couple of other characters that will come in further chapters are a product of my imagination.
The Good Idiotic Girl & The Mastermind Criminal
I – Chased
It was a good day to visit Shinjuku ; the sun was bright and the Japanese capital was humming with so much strenght that Marie Timothée was constantly smiling like a goof and pratically jumping up and down. She had made it, she was finally in Japan ! Grabbing her smartphone, the young woman texted two of her best friends and even took a picture of a store which sold many stuffed animals – of course, the panda was her favourite. After this, she started walking through the crowd.
Marie felt quite at ease for someone who wouldn't stand a chance through the maze of Tokyo : she didn't move like some foreigner coming from a faraway country like France, but rather like someone who had previously read a map of the city and must have recorded somewhere the ways to get to any site without getting lost. Quite clever for a nineteen-years-old girl who had managed to lose herself inside the airport while looking for the restrooms. She wasn't really fluent in Japanese but still got her way through the words and had proved to be efficient enough to travel with some of her schoolmates ; their Japanese teacher had the brilliant idea to offer a trip to Japan to those who will manage to get a good mark at his last exam and Marie had been fortunate (or maybe hard-working) enough to obtain one of the best marks of the class, granting her place to this trip.
The sight of a good-looking restaurant caught her attention and she stopped. Only now she noticed that she was hungry.
''Les seuls sushis que j'ai pu manger en France ne doivent certainement pas avoir le même goût que ceux qui sont faits dans le pays même,'' Marie smiled as she approached the restaurant. ''J'espère que les nouilles seront bonnes aussi.''
She ignored the people who cast her curious glances and entered. The Japanese style had always been something she admired ; it held this relaxing sensation that could sedate an enraged tiger and Marie just couldn't help but feel really peaceful while observing her surroundings. The restaurant was merely decorated with dragon figurines scattered on the shelves, the walls were painted with fiery colours as red and orange – the colours of the sun – and gave this restaurant an impression of warmth. It was rather full with clients at this time of the day and the cheerfulness Marie could hear and sense was enough to send her in high spirits.
A pretty woman dressed in a traditional kimono came towards her, smiling warmly.
''Kon'nichiwa !'' she said with a pleasant voice. ''Anata wa nani o shitaidesu ka ?''
Marie took a moment to collect the words in her head, then responded several seconds later. ''Watashi wa koko de tabetai, onegaishimasu.'' Her accent wasn't perfect but still, it was understandable.
The older woman nodded with a smile. ''Kokode wa, misu.'' She led her through the tables, moving swiftly and Marie wondered if all Japanese could move like that or if it was because of some martial art training. The French girl sat at an empty table, thanked her guide and surveyed the rest of the people around her. There were children chomping on their food and talking at the same time, sometimes spitting morsels and having their parents scolding them, old couples enjoying their meals and certainly speaking of the last visit of their son with his girlfriend. There were also Japanese schoolgirls in their uniforms, talking excitedly over something Marie couldn't catch, for they were so quick in their native language and she still wasn't very used to this.
For everyone that knew her, Marie Timothée was a girl full of flaws and though she tried to work on it, it sometimes ended bad. She was a bubbly girl who couldn't and won't ever learn how to shut up, it was a pointless thing she failed to grasp. She was a curious girl who liked to ask every kind of question to everyone she deemed interesting to catch her attention long enough to make her forget something quite important – like forgetting to put panties before putting clothes on, her mother had teased about this for more than a month. There were other flaws she refused to admit, and maybe even more.
''Have you made your choice ?''
''Hein ?'' Marie startled and looked up from the menu to find herself staring at two bright brown eyes. There before her sat a very beautiful Japanese woman. She was wearing a black Fedora hat on her mid-long raven hair, a navy blue blouse with braces holding her generous chest firmly in place. This style reminded Marie of the criminals from the 1930's but surprisingly, it looked really good on this woman.
It took Marie some time to remember that the older woman has just asked her a question – in English, though her Japanese accent made her question thick. She blushed furiously at her stupidity.
''Um...who are you ?'' the French student questioned in the same language with furrowed brows. ''And...why are you sitting at my table ?''
''The other tables are occupied, if you hadn't noticed,'' she answered smoothly.
She was right : all the tables around her were occupied with other clients as well, leaving Marie and her interlocutor together. She turned back and focused her gaze on her hands, still blushing. She could feel the other woman staring at her with such intensity and that was disturbing her. Madly. She wasn't used to be stared at like this, not even by many boys, and what was the most unsettling was the fact the Japanese in her criminal style didn't appear very embarrassed : looking up shyly, Marie slightly jumped upon seeing those two brown orbs observing her.
''So ? Your choice ?''
The younger woman sighed. ''I-I'll take some sushis, noodles and rice balls. And some tea,'' she added before forgetting.
Why am I so embarrassed ?
''Kanpeki,'' the Japanese replied. She beckoned a waiter and ordered Marie's meal with a disarming smile that would sway every buffoon in her college. The waiter nodded and departed, leaving the two women alone. Again.
Again, there was that silence that hung between them. Not that Marie wanted to break it and ask new questions, but it was becoming really irritating to be stared at without talking. She liked to talk freely without having someone to confuse and intimidate her, that was seriously unnerving. To her utter astonishment, Marie found herself wanting to stay quiet. 'Why' was a very good question she was still wondering herself, also wondering why this woman wasn't leaving ; there must be a good reason to explain her presence at her table, a reason that would make Marie believe that curiosity over a French girl alone in a restaurant wasn't the answer she was expecting.
As a Gaikoku no, Marie didn't know what to expect. Japanese and French were two different kinds of people both in mind and in moral, if only those were the only differences she could come up with. Having spent this entire year studying their political system and traditions, Marie had thought that talking and getting to know some people around her age would help her understand their way of thinking. Schoolgirls were her first choice of people, but she suspected that their only subject would be their favorite J-Pop singers (and this wasn't a smart idea, to be honest.).
''Who are you ?'' Marie felt herself asking before she could hold her tongue and she cursed herself in French.
''I was wondering when you would finally open your mouth or if I had to kick you in the shins to make you speak,'' her interlocutor said and Marie could feel the smile in her voice, though she couldn't meet her eyes. ''My name is Daichi Matsumoto. Why I am here in front of you is, I think, going to be difficult for you to believe.''
This time, Marie raised her head to look at Daichi. ''Really ?'' She didn't know where this confidence come from but the surprise she felt was too great to let it pass. ''What makes you think that ?''
Daichi crossed her long legs and pulled out something from her pocket. ''Tokyo is a beautiful city, but danger remains well hidden in the shadows and strikes when we aren't watchful,'' she said. ''Everybody knows for a fact that lingering in a place for too long is asking for kidnapping or, in worst cases depending on which gang we face, death.'' By the time she was talking, Marie's meal had arrived, but she seemed not to have noticed or she simply didn't care.
She frowned and took her chopsticks after some minutes of confused silence. ''What are you talking about ? I can't understand anything you're saying.'' Am I having a conversation with a freak ?
''While you're gulping down your noodles like some hungry ox, orokana furansugo, look around you and tell me what you can see,'' Daichi was still as calm and serene as from the beginning, still observing Marie eat her meal. The Japanese woman smiled when her French interlocutor scowled at her and tilted her head. ''Don't give me that look and do what I told you.''
Marie stared, unsure and distrustful. What was up with that Daichi Matsumoto ? Why was she telling her to look around ? The student swallowed her noodles and opened her mouth to protest when Daichi raised a long elegant eyebrow, her eyes blazing and suddenly hard to look at. It took Marie a great inner strenght not to shiver. There was something weird with that woman.
Nonetheless, she decided to look around her while eating her noodles. What was she supposed to see ? There were new clients in the restaurant, chatting and laughing. Merriment could be heard everywhere ; the few women present here were sitting on their men, forgetting any sense of self-respect when greedy hands began to stroke certain parts of their bodies – Marie had to blush at that – without caring if someone was staring or not. What she found strange and uneasy was their clothing ; where it seemed sometimes too formal or too street on the men, it looked outrageously provocative on the women. But at least it was just on her right. Or that was she thought at first before she turned to the left. Where had the parents and their children, the schoolgirls and the old couples gone to ?
Non mais, qu'est-ce que ça veut dire ? Marie rather screamed in her head, switching back into her native language. Il n'y a même pas dix minutes, c'était plein de couples de vieux, de lycéennes...où sont-ils tous passés ? Qui sont ces gens étranges ?
All of sudden she found herself frozen on her seat, unable to move and eat. What was that uneasy feeling creeping its way inside her body ? A while ago, she felt fine because the restaurant held a warm atmosphere and she was surrounded by families who laughed merrily and schoolgirls chatting excitedly. Now she was feeling rather...
Anxious.
Non, Marie scolded herself, frowning. Non, cette femme joue avec mon esprit et mes nerfs. Je dois l'ignorer. Putting on her best indifferent look, she resumed eating and bit on a rice ball. She pretended to ignore the pointed look of Daichi upon her but couldn't force her heart to stop beating rapidly. At least, her hands weren't shaking. Not yet.
Tap. Cling ! The Japanese woman has tapped the wooden table with her finger and something metallic. ''Listen well, orokana tane,'' Daichi's voice was lower than normal. ''If you're not this idiotic, you wouldn't keep eating and would have rather asked the bill by now. Can't you feel it ?''
''Feel what ?'' Marie defied deliberately, taking her cup of tea. Her voice sounded indifferent but her eyes told otherwise.
Daichi's eyes blinked. Playing dumb now ?
Tap. Cling !''I see. You want to play the idiotic girl ? So be it.''
''What are talking about, for Christ's sake ? I'm trying to enjoy my meal here !'' Marie couldn't take it anymore and had jumped on her feet, staring down at the woman who had insulted her three times with blazing eyes.
She was so engulfed in her rage that Marie hadn't noticed several pairs of eyes watching every movement, from the time Daichi Matsumoto had been talking to her to her little outburst. The French student was red from rage, looking ready to explode like a volcano while Daichi remained perfectly calm. All the conversations had ended when Marie's chair had clicked on the floor and all eyes were observing the young student.
But when the Japanese woman's eyes caught a swift movement to her left, she didn't hesitate and expertly threw her little metallic weapon. There was the sound of the object meeting its target, the sound of flesh being ripped and the sound of blood trickling from the throat. The man made a horrible gurgling noise before slumping on the wall, dirtying it with his blood. The woman who was sitting on him had also been touched by the shuriken and was clutching her throat, where there was a cut dripping with little blood.
The stunned silence that followed was deafening for five seconds. Within the five seconds, Daichi had grabbed an equally stunned Marie – who was doing a perfect imitation of a fish with a bowl of noodles in her hands – and was making her run into the streets with her at full speed. Running while still clutching a bowl of noodles and chopsticks wasn't a very smart idea but damn, Marie was eating when Daichi Matsumoto has just killed a man !
Realization suddenly dawned on her. She has just killed a man and now she...oh, putain de merde !
''Vous...vous l'avez tué !'' Marie screamed in her native language. ''Vous l'avez tué...comme ça ! Avec un shuriken !''
''Scream in English, you orokana tane!'' Daichi shouted back. ''English, not your wretched native language !''
''It's a beautiful language !'' The French student protested.
''Lies !''
Shouting resoned loudly behind them and Marie yelped. Voices were screaming incoherent insults and words that were too difficult for her to understand and she heard running footsteps in their direction. During their race, Marie suddenly understood some things.
One : the guys in the restaurant were probably gangsters. Yakuzas who entered the restaurant.
Two : the yakuzas certainly didn't want to eat noodles or rice balls.
Three : she forgot to pay the bill but in the case where she was running for her life, it didn't sound really important. They will understand.
Four : Daichi Matsumoto has just saved her idiotic ass.
All of this, while still trying to eat her noodles. Putain, je dois raconter ça à mes copines et mes parents ! Sur Twitter !
But now, they had to run.
Daichi and Marie ran through the streets without looking back, the yakuzas still on their heels and shouting insults. Adrenaline rushed through Marie's veins, pulsing in her blood and getting somewhat stronger. People moved aside to avoid getting tackled by the two women, sometimes looking scandalized and sometimes stupefied, and screamed for their lives when a bunch of yakuzas started shooting at the two running figures ahead.
Marie had long dropped her bowl of noodles when she realized that all the soup had spilled from the container and there was nothing left, even the chopsticks had fallen. Disappointed, she had taken responsability and reasoned that her life was one billion times worth a bowl of cold noodles and chopsticks, but she was still hungry and afraid. When she had accepted to go to Japan, she had never signed for getting shot at by yakuzas and running away from them through the streets of Tokyo, it was supposed to be a nice little trip after the exams of May she should enjoy with all her might. She suddenly felt the urge to cry. Right. Now.
''In here,'' Daichi said and swiftly turned off on the right.
Marie followed wordlessly into the alley, her eyes wide and fearful, trying to forget how sore her muscles were getting from minute to minute. She had never been a sportive and knew she would never be the new Christine Arron, but the thought of dying under the hands of some bloodthirsty yakuzas made her blood boil with sheer panic and adrenaline burst through her veins at a torpedoe speed. Daichi led her inside a shop, her high leather boots making little noise as they both surged through and Marie realized that it wasn't a shop, but a casino ; the familiar sounds of games filled her ears, blaring and deafening, the unremitting chatting of Japanese players and the slur of the drunken near a bar pounded.
''This way !''
It was as if Daichi knew where to go : the women ran through the long alleys of the establishment, earning some confused stares or glares and shouts from certain players who heard them running or even jostling their bodies. Their angry exclamations turned to panicked screams when two loud shots thundered into the casino.
''Gaijin !'' Marie heard yelling and she shuddered.
Mais qu'est-ce qu'ils me veulent ?
A Japanese man suddenly appeared before them, just wearing his trousers and exposing his torso covered in tattoos. He raised a gun towards Daichi, a snarl evident on his face and his eyes flashing.
''Shinu !'' he growled.
What Marie's eyes certainly didn't expect was Daichi disarming the yakuza with a blow on his wrist, making him drop his weapon. Then, she hit him on certain places of his body from his left leg to his left arm at a blinding speed. He growled in pain and moved his right arm to knock Daichi down but she evaded the blow by moving aside and, just as rapidly as she did two seconds ago, she hit the same places from the right leg to right arm. The yakuza yelped and dropped flat onto the floor, no longer moving but still breathing. Marie just watched in amazement, her back against the wall. She watched Daichi pulling out another shuriken and throwing it at a yakuza who didn't have the time to duck and received it in his head, falling hard on his stomach.
The ninja turned around. ''Let's move,'' she said firmly, grabbing Marie by her arm and pulling the French girl with her through an exit.
Daichi's long strides were swift and nearly making no noise at all, which was surprising. Was she really a ninja ? Did a ninja really come to her rescue and pull her out of a damn mess with yakuzas ? At this rate, Marie's mind was probably making the most absurd thoughts about Daichi Matsumoto and she wasn't even trying to object.
Je dois twitter ça...tout à l'heure. Elle serait capable d'écraser mon smartphone si je tente d'envoyer un seul message.
''Est-ce qu'il y en a d'autres ?'' Marie asked timidly. ''Vous allez tous les tuer ? Pourquoi m'avoir sauvée ? Qui êtes-vous vraiment ?''
''Furansuhito wa amarini mo ôku no shitsumon o suru,'' Daichi muttered under her breath, shaking her head.
Marie frowned, confused. ''Hein ?''
''Sore wa yakuza ni owa rete iru baai demo, sore wa seijōdeatta ka no yō ni, kanojo wa taberu koto o tsudzuketa,'' she continued as if complaining about an irritating child. She turned briefly towards Marie.''Didn't I say to speak in English because your native language is something I can't stand and understand ? Save your breath to run, you'll need it if you want to make it to the train station.''
''B-but...''
''And stop talking !''
So Marie kept her mouth shut and followed Daichi. After having made sure they weren't being followed again, the two women strode towards Shinjuku Station. Sometimes the older one would turn back and throw glances everywhere and press the panicked French student to walk quickier, just to assure she wasn't trying to rest between long strides. They had to make it, because it wasn't like the yakuzas to give up upon a target ; once they had one target, they did anything and everything they can imagine to get to it. So it was more than likely that more yakuzas will come sooner or later, they had to get away from Shinjuku.
There was always many people taking the train but this time, it was rather empty. Marie thought that her savior was going to buy two tickets but was more confused when she pulled her away from the counter.
''But-'' Marie started.
''Strategy,'' Daichi merely said. ''In the restrooms, quick.'' They both rushed into the restrooms, encountering three schoolgirls who were laughing their heads off, and faced someone Marie had never seen. It was a woman, near her height, with European features and gentle blue eyes. Her long blond waved into gracious curls and her pink lips were full. She smiled with relief at Daichi and moved from the wall.
''Good, you're safe,'' she said and her eyes turned towards a rather shy Marie who was glancing at them with confusion in her green eyes. She didn't have an accent, meaning that she must be born in a country where English was her native language. ''And I see you brought the girl unharmed, which is also good. Here,'' she tossed Marie a bag. ''Clothes. You need to change clothes, quick. Same for you, Daichi !''
''The bag is already here,'' Daichi assured and went to lock herself into a cabin. Marie did the same, her mind still clouded and confused.
''We need to get her to safety and quick,'' the strange European lady said lowly. ''We can't take her to the authorities, yakuzas may not be that suicidal in general but for her, they would gladly use a rocket launcher to destroy a police station.''
Marie shivered and swallowed a lump in her throat, eyes wide. What is going on ?
Marie bit her lip as she listened attently to the conversation next to her.
''There were members of the Wani gang, I recognized their tattoo on some of them,'' Daichi whispered to her 'friend', eyes locked on something the student couldn't quite see in her hands. ''This gang is particularly insatiable when it comes to targeting young gaijin from other countries. They fired because they must have thought that I belonged to another gang coming to steal their prey. Protecting Marie Timothée from them will be kind of difficult, Irina.''
The blond woman called Irina groaned and put a hand on her forehead.
''Great, just what we needed : some hungry crocodiles over one little lamb who had the gall to lose herself in the airport. This is just great !''
A mocking smirk appeared on Daichi's beautiful face who replied nothing and just relaxed in her seat, folding her arms over her chest and tilting her head towards Marie who was staring at them with wide eyes. The student was currently making suggestions within her little head of hers, trying to find the most obvious hypothesis about her situation after the pursuit through Tokyo.
Le gang de Wani ? Jamais entendu parler. Mais si ce qu'elles disent est vrai à ce propos, il est probable que je ne vais pas m'en sortir aussi facilement et ne serai peut-être pas en mesure d'acheter ce superbe gilet que j'ai vu à Shibuya hier.
Thinking of her jacket right now didn't seem appropriate regarding her situation. Imbécile, she admonished herself as she shook her head.
Qu'est-ce qu'Irina et Daichi étaient en train de dire à propos d'un...agneau et de crocodiles ? Si je me souviens bien, 'Wani' signifie 'Crocodile' en français, ce qui nomme tous les yakuzas membres de ce gang. Et l'agneau, ce serait...
Marie bit her lip and tried to swallow bitter tears. She raised her eyes towards Irina, who was typing something on her smartphone. A preoccupied expression had marred her once peaceful face from the train station to the Shinkansen they were currently seated in and whatever was on her mind, Marie knew she wouldn't like it one bit.
''What's goin on ?'' she asked in a hushed tone. Irina turned towards her, eyesbrows shooting up in surprise, but Daichi didn't even stir. The Japanese ninja seemed to be sleeping but Marie found out she was rather annoyed at her relaxed attitude, almost scandalized. It was just what she needed to nearly 'explode'. ''It had only been a day since I landed on Japan and everything was going so well before you all appeared and wrecked havoc in my little heaven with fucking ninja stars and gangsters dying to have my head ! I think I deserve to know why me, a simple French student who...I-I really want to know what's going on, because I want to cry like a real bitch, right now !''
She drew a breath, taking little time to calm her nerves, then went back to staring at Irina with a somewhat challenging gaze that seemed to surprise Irina even more, if that wasn't already done. Daichi remained still, but her brown eyes were now half-open and bore expressionlessly at Marie. She didn't look like she was going to speak at all.
''Are...are they going to kill me ?''
It wasn't the type of conversation to have in a train like this one ; the Shinkansen may be going at blinding speed, but there was a high probability of incidents that might endanger Marie at this moment and make everyone else panic. She may be clever, but there were times when stress and panic blend together and can force someone to do something very stupid – like shouting her thoughts and doubts about this gang out loud in a train and making everyone else go into frantic panic.
Irina looked uncertain, her mouth opening and closing.
''Marie... these informations are-'' she started.
''Please, don't.'' Marie interrupted sharply, eyes narrowing. ''Don't say that, I'm as concerned as you both are parce que j'en suis la cible, bordel de Dieu ! Y-you can't just say this is confidential, it's bullshit and you can't keep those informations from me, you'll have to tell me sooner or later. So you better tell me now, Irina, Daichi, or I'll-''
''You'll do nothing, orokana tane.''
If it was possible for Marie to feel very cold right now, she would have asked for three blankets to cover herself ; Daichi's voice was calm but held this tone that made her blood freeze and her body shiver in unwitting shakes and when her brown eyes met the younger woman's, all the French student could see was this harsh coldness she wasn't familiar with and that was enough to stupefy her growing temper and apease the anger rising.
Marie was frozen to the bone. Literally. There was a weird sensation nagging in her mind about Daichi that worried her but not really knowing what it was, she couldn't put a finger on it. Why did that woman make her feel greatly uncomfortable and also very inferior ? What was this disturbing sensation she could feel whenever she was around the Japanese ninja ?
Sont-elles des flics ? Du FBI ? Non...pas elle, pas Daichi Matsumoto, elle est trop...étrange. Pourquoi suis-je effrayée en sa présence ?
Daichi shifted slightly to fully face Marie and slowly leaned forward, ignoring Irina's warning glance. The French student did everything not to look away from this stare as freezing as a glaciation and braced herself.
''I won't lie to you, they probably want to kill you and would have first kidnapped you if I hadn't interfered,'' she snapped lowly. ''But if you want answers, be the good idiotic girl you've always been and cooperate with us. If you can do that, you'll stay alive and you'll have your answers. If you don't, I still have papers here to make origamis and kill you in your sleep with them, you won't even notice.''
Author's translations :
To all those who read the first chapter and actually liked it, you certainly had noticed those French lines and Japanese words. Well, it will be like this in every chapter of « The Good Idiotic Girl & The Mastermind Criminal » and each time at the end, I will put the translations so you can understand their meaning.
- Les seuls sushis que j'ai pu manger en France ne doivent certainement pas avoir le même goût que ceux qui sont faits dans le pays même : The only sushis I've eaten in France should certainly not have the same taste as those made in the country itself.
- J'espère que les nouilles seront bonnes aussi : I hope that the noodles are good too.
- Kon'nichiwa ! Anata wa nani o shitaidesu ka ? : Hi ! What do you want ?
- Watashi wa koko de tabetai, onegaishimasu : I want to eat here, please.
- Kokode wa, misu : This way, young lady.
- Hein ? : Huh ?
- Kanpeki : Perfect !
- Gaikoku no : Foreigner.
- Orokana furansugo : Silly Frenchie !
- Non mais, qu'est-ce que ça veut dire ? : Hey, what the heck ?
- Il n'y a même pas dix minutes, c'était plein de couples de vieux, de lycéennes...où sont-ils tous passés ? Qui sont ces gens étranges ? : Just ten minutes ago it was full of old couples, schoolgirls... where have they all gone to ? Who are these strange people ?
- Non, cette femme joue avec mon esprit et mes nerfs. Je dois l'ignorer. : No, that woman is playing with my mind and my nerves. I have to ignore her.
- Orokana tane : You idiot !
- oh, putain de merde ! : Oh holy shit !
- Vous...vous l'avez tué ! Vous l'avez tué... comme ça ! Avec un shuriken ! : You...you killed him ! You killed him...just like this ! With a shuriken !
- Putain, je dois raconter ça à mes copines et mes parents ! Sur Twitter ! : Fuck, I have to tell this to my friends and my parents ! On Twitter !
- Gaijin ! : It would be the same as 'Gaikoku no'.
- Shinu! : Die !
- Furansuhito wa amarini mo ôku no shitsumon o suru. : The French ask too many questions.
- Sore wa yakuza ni owa rete iru baai demo, sore wa seijōdeatta ka no yō ni, kanojo wa taberu koto o tsudzuketa : And even if she is being pursued by yakuzas, she keeps eating as if it was normal.
- Wani : 'Crocodile' in English.
- Le gang de Wani ? Jamais entendu parler. Mais si ce qu'elles disent est vrai à ce propos, il est probable que je ne vais pas m'en sortir aussi facilement et ne serai peut-être pas en mesure d'acheter ce superbe gilet que j'ai vu à Shibuya hier. : The Wani gang ? Never heard of it. But if what they say is true about it, it is likely that I won't get out of this as easily and may not be able to purchase this beautiful vest that I saw yesterday in Shibuya.
- Imbécile ! : Fool !
- Qu'est-ce qu'Irina et Daichi étaient en train de dire à propos d'un...agneau et de crocodiles ? Si je me souviens bien, 'Wani' signifie 'Crocodile' en français, ce qui nomme tous les yakuzas membres de ce gang. Et l'agneau, ce serait... : What were Irina and Daichi saying about a lamb... and crocodiles ? If I remember correctly, 'Wani' means 'Crocodile' in French, which appoints all members of this yakuza gang. And the lamb would be...
- parce que j'en suis la cible, bordel de Dieu ! : Because I'm the target for God's sake !
-Sont-elles des flics ? Du FBI ? Non...pas elle, pas Daichi Matsumoto, elle est trop...étrange. Pourquoi suis-je effrayée en sa présence ?: Are they cops ? From FBI ? No...not her, not Daichi Matsumoto, she's too...strange. Why am I scared in her presence ?