Narrator's notes: Okay so apparently, there is a sequel planned for this mediocre excuse for literature that will be even longer, and was quite possibly inspired by some seriously bad shrooms. And I will be narrating again for half the wages I got from this gig, because the author is a sociopath who took my family hostage and threatens to blow my children's brains out. And when attempting to call his bluff, he threw my youngest into a pack of hungry coyotes. He is a mad man who must be stopped!
A week passed since their moment of...passion? Hate? Hateful passion? Passhate? Whatever. Passionate hate! Anyway, their ordeal in the shed gave a sense of intimacy towards each other; combined with a pitiful desperation for some kind of human interaction was just enough to override their mutual disdain. They often followed each other just about everywhere they went. It irked them to extremes, and yet at that point neither had an idea who was following who. And when they became "intimate" with each other, the moment was always sparked by strong feelings of resentment and aggression. It was truly a psychological phenomenon.
In the alley between the school buildings, at the spot they first met, they spent their lunch hour together. "So this is a thing now." Tomoko begrudgingly stated.
"Yeah. Guess it is." Kikuchiyo sighed.
"You know, if I had just a few more friends in this damn school, I wouldn't be hanging out with you." She told him.
"And here we go again, 'woe is me, I'm so unpopular!'"
"Fuck off, you barbarian."
"You brought it up!" A sly grin then crept across his face. "But you know...there are ways you can fix that problem."
"Like?" She said flatly to hide her interest.
"Well, you can do it the normal way, some therapy with a professional counsellor. Which can take months, maybe even years to complete before your ready to interact with people. Or you can do it the easy way."
"Easy way?" she raised an eyebrow. Her curiosity picked up.
"It's just something anyone who listens to metal knows about. It's called the Book of Pure Evil."
"The Book of Pure Evil?" she replied flatly. She was not amused.
"Oh yes, legend has it, it was stitched together with the foreskin of Judas."
"Foreskin of Judas?"
"Will you quit repeating everything I say!? Damn."
"Everything you say?" she replied with a giggle.
He sighed and continued. "The Book will make your deepest darkest dreams come true with the power of Satan."
"Cool story, bro."
"Just think, Kuroki. Popularity, beauty, the uncontested admiration of your peers, a decent-sized rack..."
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Yes."
"Where would you even find something like that?"
"Well, where else would you find a book?"
Tomoko gave him a glare before getting up. "I just remembered, I have this light-novel due back at the library today." She said and walked off.
She started walking casually and after a few steps she darted off. Kikuchiyo watched as she rushed down the alley. He began to snicker and it progressed into maniacal laughter.
Their names were Brody, Eddie and Rob, not that anyone ever bothered to ask. They stood around their car, which was parked right outside of the school, smoking pot. "So, Land of the Rising Sun." the blond one, Brody said. "Never thought we'd end up in you're home country, eh dude?" He joked to the Asian guy.
"I'm fuckin' Chinese!" Eddie snapped back. "Not that it matters. This whole continent is full of losers anyway."
"You sure the Book is even here?" the one in the bandanna, Rob asked.
"I'm positive, bro. And once he gets a hold of it, well...That's when the fun starts."
AN: And so I close the book on Fate is Sometimes a Cranky Whore, with this little tidbit because we all know that everybody loves cliff-hangers. If you haven't figured out what the crossover is going to be, then do I have a show recommendation for you. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy what's next, and pay no attention to the narrator. He's just crazy and needs to do his damn job! The crossover is with Todd and the Book of Pure Evil, by the way. You might want to look in the Crossover section of the site.