"So that's what Lee plans to do…" The voice resonates through the phone, Ryūko holds in the phonebooth as she stands in it, having finished giving her report.
"Yep seems that old man is finally working out for me." Ryūko remarks, who knew that failure of a fool would work out so well for her…
"You think he'll do it?" The voice questions her.
"God no that weakling won't have the balls for it. A part of me is still baffled by him telling me the plan in the first place!" Ryūko scoffs shaking her head almost amused at the thought of that fool. He was too weak when it came to women seeing them as frail as weak as though they need protection people like that pissed Ryūko of the most and with him being from Shimano's family, he could see how much for a dirtbag he was…after this was all over she'd make sure she would never cross paths with him again whether it be in the afterlife or living world…
"Lee and your father were close friends." Firmly, the voice tells her.
"You know this?" Ryūko furrows her brow by it.
"Who do you think worked under his tutelage, your father trained a fair few assassins in training, there was a myth that those trained under the name Hada would become the best of the best in the assassin trade." Truthfully, the voice tells the scowling blonde glaring to the side.
"That so…" Scowling, she scowls, her grip tightening around the phone.
"Ryūko…?" Gently, the voice calls out to her.
"Either way I'll continue my observations and strike when you believe it right." Resolved, Ryūko reassures them.
"Good. Thanks for the report." They thank her.
"No problem." Ryuko goes to hang up when…
"Stay safe Ryūko." Softly, the voice tells her making her hues soften slightly.
"You too." Tenderly, she whispers back before hanging up, leaving the booth as she heads to the warehouse…
"Where's Lee-san is he all right?" Meekly, Makoto's voice echoes throughout the warehouse as Ryūko stops in her tracks, furrowing her brow by the scene playing out before her.
"He's fine. That ain't the sorta guy who dies from a bullet or two. If ya ask me the guy was doing TOO well." Majima huffs unaware of Ryūko's small smirk.
"I see…thank goodness. But that means…you heard the whole story." Makoto bows her head curling further into herself.
"Yeah. You had it rough for a long time there. Hell. Guess things aren't much better for ya now. Stuck in a dusty ol' warehouse with a guy sent here to kill ya. Well at least it looks like the guy with the about toe ain't the one gunning for ya now. Lee said so too. Sorry to dredge up bad memories. It's hardly the same but I went through some similar shit. I'm…it's just one eye but I was blinded too. And I got locked up for a long time in a place where any day coulda been my last. Was probably heaven compared to what you went through. I still got one good eye to. Next to you, I'm a lucky guy. Sorry, not doin' a very good job at cheerin' you up here. Ahh…look, sorry. I went and made ya feel worse." Majima apologises after explaining himself. Makoto sniffles and begins to sob once more to herself. Majima awkwardly sits down next to her while Ryūko's small smirk soon falters from his words, furrowing her brow by his words at that.
"Ahh…look sorry I went and made ya feel worse. Ooh I know! You hungry? Eh? Haven't eaten anything since last night right?" Majima assumes as he turns to her.
"…I'm fine." Sniffling, she whimpers weakly.
"C'mon there's no way you're fine. You're just depressed 'cause yer runnin' on empty! Bet thing to do when you're down is eat and y'know I ain't wrong. I have you a snack in no time anything special you want?" Majima promises standing up as she goes quiet.
"Takoyaki." The crisp click heels echoes as Ryūko reveals herself to the two.
"N-Namie?" Makoto perks up at the sight of her as Goro glares.
"Hey Mako…" Unfazed, Ryūko saunters over to Makoto's side.
"Y-You're okay! I thought…I thought you were hurt I thought you ran I thought…!" Pained, Makoto places her hands over her face, the tears freely falling from her sobbing state.
"It's alright I'm fine, you're fine everything is fine." Firmly, Ryūko reassures her.
"I'm so sorry you were brought into all this I'm…!" Apologetic, Makoto begins but…
"Hey what did I say about apologising? Don't make me get that cane of yours on ya!" Playfully, Ryūko warns.
"Heheh…" A small shy smile crosses Makoto's lips.
"Now that's what I like to hear there see I knew you were hungry you got it! Sit tight for just a minute okay? We'll bring you back something." Majima promises Makoto.
"We?" Ryūko perks up furrowing her brow by it.
"Yes we." Majima asserts annoyed at Ryūko.
You sure you should leave Makoto on her own?" Ryūko raises a brow at Majima as the two exit out of the hideout of sorts.
You think I should leave her with a hitman?" Haughtily, Majima scowls
"You know for a ladies man you're doing a shitty job at it," Ryūko counters coolly back.
"And for a hitman you're doing a pretty shitty job at it." Majima barks back.
"Would you let that go?" Frustrated, Ryūko scowls at Majima.
"You expect me to let that go?" Goro glowers at Ryūko.
"It's what normal people do." Deadpanned, Ryūko states.
"Hitmen ain't normal!" Majima hisses harshly at her.
"Oh just…shut up and buy some Takoyaki!" Ryūko turns to storm off.
"You're paying for it!" Goro grabs her by the collar cross.
"Eh!?" Ryūko reels back baffled by the news as next she knew she was being dragged around Sotenbori.
"I keep telling you we're sold out!" The two perk up at the dispute nearby.
"But, but, please! There's got to be a way!" The man begs the clerk.
"Look you can wail all you want but sold out is sold out! I can't magically pull one out from under the counter!" The cross clerk asserts annoyed.
"Please I'm begging you! Just one! One's all I need!" The man continues begging beseeching the shop clerk.
"Okay now you're just crazy if you dot back off, I'll have to call the police!" Perturbed, the clerk warns.
"Oh no…what am I going to do? Urgh…" The man succumbs to his knees.
"What's eatin' that guy?" Majima quirks his head to the side.
"Seems to me someone's in the doghouse." Dubiously, Ryūko remarks.
"Hey pal whatsa matter? Why's a grown man bawlin' in public?" Perplexed, Majima approaches the miserable man.
"I…I couldn't buy the heart necklace…" Sniffling, said male whimpers weakly.
"Huh? A heart necklace?" Lost, the two share a look lost.
"Could…could you two have one?" Hopeful, he asks turning to Ryūko.
"Eh!?" The two chorus confused.
"You look like a couple, girls all want one from their boyfriend…" Miserably, the man whimpers weakly oblivious to Ryūko's twitching hue and Majima's exhausted exhale.
"Can't a man and woman walk side by side and not be assumed as a bloody couple!?" Cross, Ryūko roars startling scaring the meek man Majima on the other hand simply sighs at the ballistic blonde by his side.
"Look we ain't a couple." Curtly, Majima tells him.
"You think I'd go for that old man!" Mad, Ryūko points to Majima.
"I'm what four years older than you? You ain't no spring chicken either blondie." Majima points out.
"The fuck you say!?" Scowling, she scowls up at Goro glaring down at her.
"No I mean…a heart necklace from Destiny's it's trendy and in high demand it's so popular it's actually sold out everywhere…" The man meekly interrupts the fiery feuding two.
"Okay so there's a popular necklace so ya can't buy it big deal. Doesn't sound like ya gotta flood the Sotenbori about it." Majima dismisses.
"But I have to buy it if I don't get one soon…" Sniffling, the man whimpers weakly.
"You cheated on your girl or something?" Ryūko assumes aloofly however he responds with…
"WAAAH!"
"…How…how am I supposed to respond to wah?" Befuddled, Ryūko looks towards Majima simply shrugging as lost as her.
"Cut that shit out man! Get a hold of yourself! Why do ya need it right now anyway? Just wait for the next delivery." Majima deadpans to the man.
"I uh…I promised this girl I'm seeing that I would get a heart necklace for her birthday." Pained, he reveals.
"Well you said a heart locket right?" Ryūko points out.
"Yeeeah." Unsure, the man confirms.
"Just get some other necklace with a heart you wouldn't be lying then." Lazily, Ryūko points out.
"But I'll be breaking my promise I said from Destiny's." Pained, he admits.
"…Of course you did." Ryūko scowls.
"Sure okay but this one's on ya for makin' a promise a ya can't keep. Aint't nothing for it but to come clean to your gal with an apology," Majima argues as she nods.
"Like I could do that what if she gets mad? What if she dumps me?" Panicked, he reasons.
"At least you're being honest, most girls find honesty the most attractive aspect of a guy," Ryūko reassures him.
"Along with their-" Crudely, Majima begins but…
"NOPE! NONE OF THAT!" Abruptly, Ryūko cuts him off.
"You're no fun!" Majima frowns disappointed as Ryūko rolls her hues.
"And you're no cupid!" Ryūko coolly counters.
"Oh man, what am I going to do?" The man whines.
"Pull out as much hair as ya want about it, but the fact remains it's sold out. Not much to be done, son. Or, I suppose you could get yourself a fake." Majima suggests.
"That's true…wait! A fake!? Th-that's it! That's the answer! If I can't get the real thing I'll get a fake that looks just like it! I need to get a fake heart necklace and give that to her!" He realizes making their eyes expand.
"But it's fake man ain't she gonna notice?" Majima points out.
"Yeah, besides won't that make it worse? If she finds out she will definitely dump you for lying…" Ryūko adds as the pair glance at one another, both of them seeing the flaws in this silly plan.
"I don't think so. Destiney's heart necklaces are so popular it's almost impossible to find in the wild. Only a jeweller could tell a real from a fake," He continues regardless.
"That so? But still, that'll mean pullin' a fast one on your gal," Majima furrows his brow.
"I know that but I don't want to break my promise to her. I don't want to see her sad and I really don't want her to dump me." He sighs sadly.
"Hm…well if you think that's your answer, there it is. But how're you gonna get that fake? Ya got any leads." Majima questions.
"No not at all. I would have to find a forger, who works with jewellery, wouldn't I? If only…if only there was someone who was familiar with the criminal underworld. Someone who would be acquainted with forgers…" He elaborates to himself.
"Oh sure like you're going to run into some suitable shady character like that on the street," Majima tells him.
"You're right hm? Actually you look a little shady!" He accuses.
"Pff ahhahaahah!" Loudly, Ryūko cackles, holding her stomach as Majima flinches back comically.
"No scratch that you're totally shady!" He decides.
"Huh!?" Majima blinks stunned.
"Hahahaha!" Animatedly, Ryūko continues cackling feeling tears in her hues.
"Please! Could you use your shady connections and hook me up with a forger?" He begs Majima as Ryūko holds her stomach, continuing to giggle.
"Listen you're kinda hurting my feelings here. Besides there are no forgers in my social circle, maybe ask Namie here she seems to know everyone. Try barkin' up another tree!" Majima argues.
"But he isn't wrong haahah! Hey! Not my fault I'm a social butterfly…" Ryūko smirks slyly.
"Some friend you turned out to be…" Majima huffs pouting almost making Ryūko giggle.
"But this is hilarious haahah!" Snickering, Ryūko continues cackling.
"Oh but you look so shady. You look like the sort of person who knows all kinds of criminals, not just forgers. You're really disappointing me pal." Tiredly, the man sighs.
"Well he does like talking to people, especially colourful characters." Ryūko continues giggling.
"Oi don't encourage him!" Majima scolds Ryūko struggling, trying to wipe away her tear trying to stopping her laughter.
"And you're really rude y'know that?" Majima huffs to the guy.
"O-oh I'm sorry. But I have no one else to turn to. If you find anyone who could help, could you please tell me? I don't want to disappoint my girl please! He begs.
"Come on Majima his heart is in the right place," Playfully, she hits his shoulder.
"Well I guess your intentions ain't bad, at least. Fine…tell ya what, if a miracle happens and I get a lead on a forger you'll be the first to know," Majima sighs giving in.
"Thank you! You're a lifesaver!" Grateful, he beams.
"Are you pouting?" Cheekily, Ryūko raises a brow bemused.
"I'm not pouting," Majima rejects.
"Aww Majima don't worry I don't think your shady I think you're adorable," Teasingly, Ryūko smirks getting on her tippy toes bringing the dummy into a side hug snickering as he glares.
"O-Oi! Shut up!" Scowling, he glares as he lightly shoves Ryūko off only making her stagger back, snickering as they split up searching for that forger.
"So this is the place you told the guy about…" Ryūko mutters as they all look up at the building before them.
"Yep." Majima confirms.
"Argh help!"
"Seems lover's boy in trouble," Majima frowns.
"Seems so…" Ryūko rushes inside, Majima by her side, finding a group of guys playing the knife game with the freaking out lover boy.
"H-help someone…" Weakly, lover boy whimpers feebly.
"Oh the knife game I remember that I loved it as a kid," Brightly, Ryūko smiles at the fond memory.
"You played that?" Majima raises a brow alarmed almost.
"Yeah Nishiki he dared me to do it, it's quite thrilling until you stab your hand…" Ryūko recalls fondly oblivious to Majima's furrowed features concern clear on her face. On the other hand, she smiles, recalling the cheering crowd, the betting pool, the disappointed face palming Kiryu and beers littered about the place until Kashiwagi had arrived and everything was thrown out the window.
"Hey he's done nothin' wrong let him go will ya?" Majima calls out snapping her back to reality.
"What?" The group turn to them.
"Majima-San! Blondie!" Lover boy recognises relieved.
"Blondie? Why do people keep calling me that?" Annoyed, Ryūko grumbles.
"You didn't really give him your name," Majima reminds Ryūko.
"Majima shut up!" Ryūko glares at the smirking Goro.
"Just saying how it is." Smirking, Majima raises his hands in mock surrender.
"This place top secret. You know secret. You no stay alive. Sorry, you have to die," The Chinese man tells them as Majima and Ryūko nod, getting into fighting stances and dealing with the brutes.
"Batter up," Majima reels his bat back smirking at Ryūko as she deals with one of the men constantly kneeing them in the face. Smirking, she kicks him into Majima's range as he strikes at the man, finishing the leader as together the two of them smirking, share a high five as she passes him when he places his bat on his shoulder.
"H-How come so strong!?" Weakly, the leader whimpers.
"If you'd just gimme the chance to explain myself!" Majima sighs.
"Wh-wh-what going on here? Boys, what happen?" The boss they assumed arrives.
"Ah boss!" The group turn to him.
"What happen here? Explain!" The boss demands.
"Boss! These guys, they say someone tell them about office. They just come in here!" The men tell their boss.
"Huh these guys? Oh…" The boss glances and recognises Majima, it would seem.
"Boss, no on tell secret office location! We no tell anyone never! These guys lying!" The men accuse angrily.
"Er um…." Nervously, the boss glances to the side.
"Hey old guy care to explain?" Majima frowns.
"Fan-San forget to tell boys here you coming…" The boss confesses.
"Oh come on," Majima frowns, irritated.
"Well I guess old age is catching up to you old man…" Ryūko points out as he fills the guys in on the story and cleaning up the misunderstanding, making the men apologise and forge the heart necklace for lover boy.
"Okay is finish excellent quality," The boss tells them after they had to wait outside for the forgery to work.
"Well, well this is damn good work," Majima praises.
"Pretty good as long as your girl doesn't get an allergic reaction to the material used," Ryūko remarks, changing topic turning back to the happy lover boy.
"Don't worry here for your lady friend!" The boss smiles at Majima.
"Huh?" Blinking, Ryūko frowns as he pushes the necklace to her.
"L-Lady friend as if I would settle for that blonde!" Majima rejects.
"Oi! Oi! I'm way out of your league!" Aggravated, Ryūko bark the two of them growling at one another.
"In your dreams I'm out of your league!" Majima scoffs.
"Ah young love..." The boss smiles fondly.
"It ain't love!"
"Heheh! Maybe you should get that destiny heart necklace for Makoto?" Cheekily, Ryūko suggests smirking as they make our way through Sotenbori, getting into a few fist fights, now and again but they easily handle them as they continue on our way to the food stalls.
"O-Oi!" Madly, Majima scowls at Ryūko who chuckles unfazed.
"Yeah Makoto deserves better than some fake jewellery," Ryūko dismisses.
"So what you're going to keep it?" Majima asks trying to escape the topic as she decides to give him some pity.
"Pawn it off maybe hey isn't that? Curious, Ryūko peers over at a familiar boy with a girl.
"Lover boy yeah." Majima recognises.
"Oh come on let's watch!" Eagerly, Ryūko smiles, grabbing his hand as they dive down to hide.
"Aren't we intruding? Majima frowns.
"Nonsense we helped out, only fair we get to see the result of our good deed!" Ryūko scoffs, waving him off eager to see the results.
"You mean my good deed," Proudly, Majima smirks.
"Don't ruin it." Ryūko pokes his nose making him blink baffled.
"Happy birthday! Here's your present. Like I promised it's a heart necklace from destiny!"
"Wow! Really? I can't believe it! It's so adorable! It's crazy popular now, though. It must have been hard to get. Thank you so much!" Joyfully, his girl smiles.
"Uh yeah…it was a real change to get ahaha…" Uncertainly, he laughs trailing off.
"I have to admit, I was worried. Stores can't keep it in stock, so I wasn't sure you'd be able to get it," She confesses.
"W-well you know, uh, I spent a night standing in line, kind off…" He begins panicking.
"You spent a whole night in line? You did all that for me!?" Amazed, she gasps.
"I, uh…didn't, but…well yeah, something like that." Apprehensively, he lies.
"Really? I'm so happy! I'm tearing up now…thank you! I love you so much!" Jovial, she grins.
"Th-that's good. I'm glad it makes you so happy…haha…" He responds despondently.
"He's going to crack." Ryūko sighs disappointed.
"What makes you say that?" Majima arches a brow.
"Huh is something wrong?" The girl catches on.
"See, hey you're barely hiding!" Pouting, Ryūko huffs at the moron standing.
"That's cause you're attracting more attention by couching down like that," He points out making Ryūko note the number of eyes on them both.
"It's called spying, though you probably aren't the greatest at it! Being under cover you know!" Scowling, Ryūko defends herself.
"Says the girl being stared at." He deadpans.
"Shut up!" Ryūko hisses.
"Sorry! Loudly, lover boy apologises bringing them back to the scene.
"Huh? Why are you apologising? I have to tell you what really happened. That necklace it's actually…a fake." Lover boy reveals.
"Pardon? It's a fake? The girl furrows her brow.
"I-I'm sorry," Guilty, he lowers his head.
"Wh-Why? Why did you try to trick me? That's terrible!" Horrified, she gasps.
"I'm so sorry!" Ashamed, he apologies.
"You gave me a fake for my birthday? I feel like an idiot for being so happy!" She cries.
"Seeing where lying gets you…." Ryūko sighs shaking her head.
"Yeah yeah congrats you were right for once," Slyly, Majima adds making her hues narrow.
"For once…uhg considering it's you I'm just going to let that go and have this….wha…what are you doing!?" Majima bravely enters the scene, Ryūko trailing behind worriedly.
"Adding the Majima touch…Confidently, he boasts under his breath as they approach the scene.
"'Scuse me, lady" Majima voices out.
"Pardon? The girl turns to them.
"I'm sorry about interrupting but…" Apologetically, Ryūko sighs.
"Majima-San, Blondie," Lover boy recognises them, Ryūko biting her lip at the nickname while Majima snickers.
"What on earth possessed you to spill the beans, huh?" Lost, Majima demands.
"Majima!" Ryūko hisses harshly.
"Because…when I saw how happy it made her I couldn't help but feel this horrible guilt," Honestly, he confesses.
Yeah guilt tends to do that." Ryūko nods her head in understanding.
"Hey, in for a yen, in for a kilo. If you were gonna get a guilt complex ya shouldn't have faked it to begin with," Majima reasons to him.
"I know I'm sorry." Remorseful, he apologises.
"You shouldn't be apologising to us it's your poor girlfriend you should apologise too!" Ryūko corrects him.
"You're right. I'm sorry…I'm the worst." Defeated, he slumps.
"Okay lady. Let me clue you in on this, though. That necklace is fake. And your boyfriend's a dingbat. Can't fault ya for bein' upset. But he wanted to see ya happy. That part is real!" Majima explains.
"Eh? The girl is taken aback.
"Look I know how pig headed men can be, lying to you was scummy but he did it out of love he didn't want to see you so sad on your birthday he nearly died you know," Ryūko confesses.
"He did!?" She whispers in awe and fright.
"He went through a lot to bring you that fake. The kinda trouble ya probably don't want to know about. He ended up in a forger's office with his life and his digits in danger. Yeah he's an idiot alright. Sure tyrin' to slip ya a fake's a dumb mistake, but he went through all that just so he could see ya smile. That desire…that part of it, at least...ain't nothin' fake about it." Majima finishes his speech.
"You really went through all that?" She turns to her boyfriend.
"Yeah I'm sorry." He apologises.
"You idiot! How could you be so stupid? What if something happened to you? What am I supposed to do then?" Angrily, she tells him off.
"Sorry…" He repeats once more.
"How does a guy whose missing fingers hold his girlfriend's hand?" She demands.
"Is that really the only worry?" Ryūko questions.
"Really?" Majima frown as Ryūko blinks puzzled.
"What? Oh get your mind out of the gutter!" Huffing, Ryūko lightly shoves him, earning a small chuckle from Majima as they watch the happy couple, make up.
"Please no more lies. Just be honest with me." She begs.
"Y-Yes. I'm really sorry! Next time the real thing is in stock we'll go buy it together!" He promises.
"I don't want it I don't want another one I have this one!" Stubbornly, she refuses bringing a small smile to her lips at the adorableness.
"But that one's just a fake," He frowns perplexed.
"It's…it's real enough for me and that makes it unique," Cheesy, she exclaims making Ryūko internally vomit at the line.
"Listen to what she's sayin'. She's tellin' ya the fake that her boyfriend struggled to get shines brighter than the real thing. She's a fine lady, you fool. You best be good to her," Majima advises.
"Majima-san, Namie-San. Thank you for everything you've done for me, for us…please take this. From now on I'll always be honest with my girl!" He promises.
"Yeah that's for the best." Majima smiles.
"Good on you buddy. I hope you both stay happy together," Smiling, the two leave the blissful couple.
"Who'd have thought the lord of the night would be such a romantic?" Teasingly, Ryūko smirks as they continue wandering the streets of Sotenbori, trying to find the Takoyaki stand.
"Shove off…" He grumbles.
"Hey I'm not judging I find it another endearing quality about you." Cheekily, Ryūko winks.
"Whatever, so what is your ideal type of guy then?" Curious, Majima questions hands on hips.
"I don't have one." She asserts annoyed.
"Come on give me something, one word." Majima presses making Ryūko sigh.
"Taller…" Tense, Ryūko spits out.
"Well the taller bit won't be hard to fill out." Mischievously, Majima teases making Ryūko huff.
"Hey! Okay Mr hotshot what's yours? If you start taking about cup size or panty colours I will deck you!" Growling, Ryūko threatens him raising her fist fuming from his hollow heckle.
"I would like to see you try from down there." Smirking, he challenges looking down at Ryūko.
"Hey down here provides me with all the chances to hit you at your most critical bit." Slyly, Ryūko retorts.
"You wouldn't dare." Narrowed eye, he rebukes.
"Try me…" Smirking, Ryūko leans in feeling his warm breathe graze her own when…
"Please let Iori go!"
"Eh what's all this?" Curious Majima questions as they turn to the disputing trio.
"Well seeing two people wearing the exact same clothing is a good sign," Sarcastically, Ryūko remarks.
"Let her go? Your daughter is with us of her own free will; your accusations have no merit…" The cultist exclaims.
"Y-you people duped my daughter into joining! You…you…fanatics!" The mother accuses.
"If you persist in your venomous Blasphemy I am afraid that sister Iori will have to serve atonement for the sins of the mother." The cultist reasons.
"A-Atonement?" Fearful, the mother hisses.
"Our adherence to pacifism makes the use of physical atonement distasteful but it is at times a necessary evil now would you please let us be." The cultist exclaims.
"Iori…what am I going to do?" Whimpering, the mother questions herself as the cultists leave.
"You're going to get her out of there." Ryūko argues making her way to her surprising the woman as the two cult like people leave.
"I am how?" She questions.
"With our help," Majima smirks.
"Really?" Hopeful, she whispers.
"Oi. We couldn't help but overhear ya givin' lip to those pyjama-clad screwballs. Somthin' up?" Majima questions wanting the whole picture.
"And you are?" She enquires.
"Nobody special. Like I said it sounded like an argument and I wanted to make sure ya weren't in any danger." Majima tells her as Iori's mother fills us in on this cult and this pyjama party of hers.
"How old is Iori?" Ryūko questions gently.
"She's twenty, just a college student," She sighs.
"Twenty eh? She's right for the pickin' then," Majima comments.
"Majima!" Ryūko harshly hisses at his rude comment.
"Look girls her age are lookin' for freedom and they musta had it on offer," He defends himself.
"But Iori isn't like that! She's been duped by those people! By that cult!" The mother accuses.
"You sure it's a cult?" Warily, Majima questions.
"Majima what kind of group are that positive wear the same clothes?" Ryūko questions him.
"I didn't know anything was wrong until I got a call from school telling me Iori was missing her classes. But she left home every morning, so I followed her one day and found her going into the cult's building…" Iori's mother continues speaking of Iori's indoctrination to the cult, making Majima and I share a glance of unease at one another as she hands them over her amulet hoping for it sway Iori back home…
Shooreh pipi! Shooreh pipi!
"Are you seriously giggling at this?" Tiredly, Majima questions Ryūko after they snuck inside the place, finding the group doing some sort of silly movements together all in white.
"I can't not with a straight face…!" Giggling, Ryūko tries to stifle said snicker with her hand however it's a futile effort as she struggles silently to herself.
"Oh for the. Let me do the talking," Grumbling, Majima takes the reigns.
"Like always then." Ryūko exclaims as the mentoring disciple approaches them.
"This is our prayer room it is where we practice shooreh pippi." The mentoring disciple shows said room of white and grey with them doing their… gestures…
"Hold up? You slipped that sure-a-peepee thing in as if it were the most natural thing in the world. What is it?" Majima furrows his brow at their so called mentor.
"Ah but it is. Shooreh pipi is training to attain higher enlightenment in the path of muman chohept onast." He answers.
"O-Okay Shooreh pippi is training." Ryūko concludes.
"Those engaged in shooreh pipi here are our latest recruits as a collective we refer to reach other as friends. Shooreh pip gives them focus through concentration they accumulate kulipaas." The mentor adds further.
"You guys got a dictionary for all this?" Majima asks.
"What is kulipass?" Ryūko joins in equally as lost.
"Well…to put it in layman's terms it can be considered a measure of virtue as we accumulate kulipas the divine munan chohept shall bestow enlightenment and rapture upon us." The mentor tells them.
"Uh huh." Ryūko's hues narrow noting the mentor turning to one of the people doing it, a girl with long hair.
"Oh Sister Iori-san you must sway more proper shooreh pippi is the path to enlightenment." The mentor advises the girl below.
"Y-Yes! Onast for your benevolent guidance!" Shyly, said girl thanks him as both Majima and Ryūko's hues widen when hearing said name.
"Did he just…?" Majima whispers turning to look down at Ryūko.
"That's our girl…!" Ryūko turns to the girl before them.
"I'm sorry I need a minute to help steer our friends towards the path of the just brother Majima sister Namie please feel free to observe." The mentor turns and leaves us.
"Ready?" Ryūko turns to Majima.
"Yeah. Hey sister." Majima turns to her.
"…" Silently, she continues praying.
"Sister that guy called you Iori right?" Ryūko hollers however…
"It ain't working." Majima curses.
"…We could slap her." Ryūko suggests.
"We ain't slapping her." Horrified, Majima frowns at her.
"It'll get her attention and maybe slap the crazy out of her." Ryūko responds.
"As it will the whole crazy cult and you don't just slap the crazy out of someone." Scowling, Majima frowns at Ryūko.
"We could grab her and get outta here." Ryūko recommends.
"That would be kidnapping." Majima deadpans.
"Is it kidnapping if she's going back to her mom?" Ryūko shrugs sheepishly.
"For us it would be." Bluntly, Majima reminds her.
"What do you suggest then?" Tiredly, Ryūko scowls at Majima.
"Mumnan chohept am I mortal I come bearing grave tidings!" Majima announces himself to Iori.
"W-What blasphemy! How dare you take the blessed name of our master the great Mumnan Chohept!" Iori stands seething scowling at the two.
"…Did…did you know that would work?" Uneasily, Ryūko raises a brow oddly impressed.
"No not really still…finally got your attention now." Majima smirks.
"You're Iori-chan right?" Ryūko asks her.
"What how do you know my name?" Tense, Iori demands.
"Your mother sent us." Ryūko reveals to her.
"My…mom?" Iori gasps.
"Yeah she asked us to get in here and tell ya to come home." Majima tells her.
"Mo…ther…mother! M-Mother! Mother, motheerrr…" Wailing, the girl holds her head.
"What the Iori-chan?" Alarmed, Majima questions concern clear in his tone towards her.
"C-Could you I don't know quiet the sobs? People are going to…" Tense, Ryūko requests smiling strained but…
"ARGH mother…! M-My head it hurts argh!" Anguished, she holds her head horrified.
"H-Hey! What's wrong? Snap outta it!" Majima tries to help her however…
"Brother Majima sister Namie what is going on here? You must not disturb our disciples in shooreh pippi!" The mentor rushes back over.
"Uh yeah sorry our bad!" Smoothly, Majima drapes his arm over Ryūko bringing her into a side hug smiling sheepishly.
"Sister Iori-san are you well?" The man asks Iori.
"Y-Yes I think so." Strained, Iori grimaces.
"Brother Majima, Sister Namie please be careful when speaking to fellow disciples our friends are purging memories of family and their worldly tires to attain spiritual purity." The mentor tells them.
"Say what? Purging memories!?" Alarmed, Majima jolts up.
"And how do you go about that?" Tentatively, Ryūko probes.
"Yes as a rule our disciples undergo a mental cleaning process so that they may better dedicate themselves to shooreh pippi
"B-But that's…" Together, the two chorus sharing a look lost about to argue when their mentor leaves them approaching the front of the prayer matt.
"Ahem, my friends I ask for your attention!" The mentor stands on the stage before them.
"Oh god this is where they are going to surround us and say for the greater good." Panicked, Ryūko bites her nail.
"This ain't the movies Ryūko." Goro sweat drops.
"Today our Guru has come to inspire us in our climb towards ever higher states of enlightenment through shooreh pippi friends our spiritual leader…Guru Munan Suzuki!" Smiling, said mentor announces as the man himself arrives.
"My disciples…munancho." He stands on stage doing said pose.
"Munancho!" His disciples do the same.
"You too brother Majima and you too sister Namie." Their mentor returns to their said side smiling.
"Wait what?" Ryūko does a doubletake.
"The hell is a moon nancho." Mystifed, Majima furrows his brow befuddled.
"It is a word of greeting incidentally our word for farewell is Hepton brother Majima sister Namie please." Politely, he insists.
"Mumacho." Majima does said pose as Ryūko places her hand over her mouth muffling said snicker.
"Nicely done two spirit points awarded." Amazed, the mentor praises him.
"…Teacher's pet." Poisonously, Ryūko grumbles glaring playfully at Majima.
"Now it's your turn sister Namie." The man turs to her.
"Y-You're kidding right?" Ryūko chuckles shaking her head at the thought.
"Hm hesitance, two sprit pointes detracted you're in the negatives sister Namie be careful that is not a good start." Seriously, he warns her taking her aback.
"Glory be a most splendid greeting our saviour and master Muman Chlopht is most pleased let us hope the blonde beauty by his side can catch up." Their leader smiles at them as Ryūko scowls, feeling his hungry hues eye her up and down.
"So friends tell me how much titherance have you all contributed to the exalted munan chohept?" He asks of his disciples.
"I have contributed five rincho!"
"I have done better at eight rincho!"
"…Uh what?" Ryūko shares a lost look with Majima.
"Titehrance is what we call a tithe, one rincho is ¥100,000." Their mentor translate to them.
"¥100,000!?" Ryūko gawks.
"These disciples are kickin' up that much to the cu-order!?" Goro gapes.
"It is all a process to greater enlightenment and joy!" The mentor merrily exclaims.
"Let me guess discarded earthly desires like materialism." Ryūko scoffs a hand to her hip.
"Exactly two spiritual points to you sister Namie, you'll catch up to brother Majima in no time." The mentor assures her.
"Ah so much tithrance glory be Onast my friends oh? Sister…Iori-san was it? You appear somewhat pale are you feeling quite well?" The leader takes notice of Iori.
"Y-Yes! I'm fine onast for your kind concern Guru." Iori smiles shyly back.
"YES. Incidentally Iori-san how much titherance have you tendered towards your enlightenment?" He asks her.
"I…I haven't been able to save enough yet…" Iori bows her head pained.
"WHAT!? A false friend!?
"Such a shameful lack of faith!
"I beg your forgiveness!" Iori begs but…
"Shame! But friends do not chastise our sister Iori we all have worldly excuses that weigh us down." Their leader advises them.
"Guru Munan Suzuki!
"You must understand titherance is an especially valued form of shooreh pippi. If you alone are lacking in rincho sister Iori-san your kulipass will be stunted." Suzuki warns her.
"Oh no! what can I do!?" Iori panics.
"Sister Iori I am happy to observe that you are blessed with divine physicality and transcendental beauty. Engaging in special shooreh pippi with me can put things to right." Smiling, Suzuki offers eyeing the girl up and down.
"That dirtbag…!" Disgusted, Ryūko growls glaring at the man at the front.
"Special shooreh pippi?! Guru it is an honour!" Innocently, Iori agrees.
"Oh sweet summer child…no!" Ryūko groans head in hands at her naivety.
"The most sacred form of shooreh pippi it bestows enmrous kulipass we shall exeiricne it together short go and cleanse your body of impurities. Rapture awaits." Suzuki orders her.
"I shall Guru." Iori leaves to do so preparing for their special shooreh pipi.
"Hepton friends please continue with your shooreh pippi onast!" Suzki orders as he soon leaves.
"Shooreh pippi Shooreh pippi!"
"Where's Iori-chan gone to?" Tense, Majima frowns.
"I know not the details but it is among the most sacred of shooreh pippi." The mentor reveals.
"Oh I'm sure." Snippily, Ryūko growls glaring daggers.
"Sister Namie I do not like that tone." The mentor furrows his brow but…
"And I don't like this one bit!" Bluntly, Ryūko seethes.
"I beg your pardon?" Perplexed, the mentor furrows his brow.
"What she means is…!" Quickly, Majima tries to come to her aid however…
"So these must be the newest friends to our family!" Suzuki smiles as he makes his way over.
"Yes…this is brother Majima and sister Namie!" The mentor of the two introduces.
"I see sister Namie as a welcoming gift please allow me to show you the special shooreh pipi, Iori will not mind." The leader smirks suggestively at Ryūko taking a step forward as she steps back.
"Excuse you?" Ryūko scowls before gasping at the sudden buff attendants rushing in either side of her.
"Isn't this exciting sister such a great honour!" The attendant praises oblivious to the panicked Ryūko.
"Wait…h-hold on!" Ryūko roars as she thrashes in the built arms of the men grabbing her.
"Oi! Let her go!" Angrily, Majima calls out concern clear in his tone as she struggle not wanting to make a scene, they already had enough eyes on them as it were…
"Brother step aside this is the special a gift bestowed, if I were a woman I can only imagine the powers blessed from it!" The attendant confesses acting as a barrier between the two as Majima tries to reach out to the woman who is dragged away.
"OW! She bit me!" Mad, one of the attendee cry out.
"I'll rip your fingers off if I have to bastards!" Booming, she snarls seething.
"NAMIE!" Majima roars raising his voice uncaring to those eyes on him as his beady brown meet her worried blue before being dragged away to who knows where…
"Where was Iori chan and Namie taken too!?" Tense, Majima demands from his mentor mad.
"I know not the details but it is among the most sacred of Shooreh Pipi. The disciples become as one body and soul with the Guru," The attendant explains.
"Become as one eh?" Wary, Majima scowls.
"It is a special shooreh pippi allowed only to women and even among them, only to the chosen. If I were not a man I wish I could partake in its grand glory!" Proudly, he declares.
"This bogus guru is not only siphoning money but he's got his picks of the girls!? How do these pyjama tits not get wise to this scum!? Seething, Majima scowls at the thought, he knew Namie was strong in a fight but he still had to get her out of there! With Iori about she could be used against her.
Her mom only wanted me to get a message to Iori-chan, so I'm tehcncially done with what I promised to do. But now both Iori chan and Namie are in real danger, I know Namie can take care of herself but that doesn't mean I'm going to stand by as she is at risk of real damage, no way! So screw it I'm extending my membership! Mad, Majima comes to said descsiosn determined to save the two.
"Your tour is over brother Majima. It is time for your test!" The weird pyjama guy dictates making his hues narrow, he didn't have time for this he has to make sure Namie and Iori chan are safe.
My test? Hold your damn horses. I ain't got time for that right now" Majima tells the cult attendant.
Are you sure by demonstrating you have learned the ways of the order, you may earn a blessing from the guru in person." The weirdo offers perking Majima's interest.
"Say what? Ya mean I can meet the ol' guru if I do good on your test? It's on, then!" Majima accepts said challenge, eager to pass and to save his friend…
Fuming, Ryūko pace back and forth through this waiting room as Iori gets out the shower getting ready. Ryūko's blood boils bubbles burns at the sick freak, her knuckles twitching, already imagining smashing his face into the concrete floor…
"What's wrong Namie? Don't you too wish to prepare for Guru's special soren-" Innocently, Iori begins but as she does so while finish changing…
Don't even finish that sentence!" Seriously, Ryūko orders her.
H-Huh?" Iori stutters shocked by her cold curt tone.
Iori listen to me your mother is worried sick for you, she wants you to come home!" Ryūko tries to reason with the girl in her new attire of white.
"M-mom?" Surprised, she stagers back groaning cradling her head.
"Yes, just listen to me, Majima and I came here to rescue you, you mother is worried sick for you please, just listen to me we are going to get you out of here…" Gently, Ryūko tries to reason to the distressed girl.
"I want to go home!" Whimpering, she cries clinging to Ryūko.
"You will, just follow my lead alright." Ryūko reassures the girl crying clinging to her as she softly rocks the sobbing mess of a girl back and forth. Once collected she nods as they both head to the office, Ryūko's teeth grinding tighter enraged.
"Ah I see you are ready for ARGHHH!"
"Guru!" Majima and the mentor rush in staring stunned at the battered, beaten bloodied Guru on his hands and knees attempting to crawl away from the woman with her heel firmly flat placed onto the man's back, digging deep into his back, swiftly stopping him.
"W-What have you done?" Horrified, the mentor gawks gapes at the broken battered beaten mess of his mentor noting the neck of a vase she holds twisting it around her wrist bored absently.
"H-Help me…she…she's a demon!" Scared, said male releases a sharp sob screaming as sharp shards soon join the scarlet shards scattered below by the broken beaten vase and fancy accessories to the room.
"If you swear sore pipi one more time. I'll get your pipi and cut it of with my bare teeth!" Snarling, she growls grabbing him by his collar bringing him forward. He whimpers weakly while thrown back down o the ground below scarlet streaming down his tense temple unaware of Majima's small smrik from the sight.
"I see you had it handled." Majima smirks slightly amused as she then tosses the idiot onto his desk watching him writhe. Smoothly, she slowly saunters over to the shaking mess attempting to grab a knife from his desk only to gasp from the hand swiftly snatching his hand, looking up he sees the patch eye of Goro glaring glowering down at the man.
"I-I…." Hoarsely, he attempts to speak, trying to defend himself only to cry as she slams her hand down on his neck, her iron grip tightens on his neck, her crescents digging deep into his neck, noting faint trials and smudges of crimson as he whimpers.
"People like you are scum of the earth using women and men, manipulating and monopolising them, tricking innocent young people into doing things like this, argh you lot make me sick! SCREW IT SCREW ALL THIS WHACKY BULLSHIT I AIN'T BEING NO SOREN WHATEVER!" Roaring, Ryūko grabs the leader by his throat, slamming him down on the desk, making him cry out in both pain and fear, his voice being gargled by my iron grip and scarlet stream descending down from his tense temple, coughing crimson.
"Ryūko? Is it safe to come out now?" Meekly, Iori calls out.
"Iori-Chan you're bein' conned! Your mum's gonna be heartbroken." Majima adds.
"Mom? Ngh! W-Who is mom! I…my head…! It hurts!" Hissing, Iori cries.
"You can't forget you mom Iori Chan! They mighta messed with your memory but you gotta remember the woman who raise ya!" Majima continues, breaking Iori free.
"Something you'd like to share with the class scumbag!?" Sneering, Ryūko leans in demanding it, increasing her grip on him.
"Stop it Majima-san! Awakening the memories of friends is a sin beyond all sins as is harming our guru Namie san!" The attendee pleads to Majima and Namie.
Shut your face you damn phony! Iori-chan! Snap out of it! I'll take ya home to your mum!" Majima calls out to her.
"Wh-what is mom!? Wait…its…my mother's amulet," Iori spots the dropped amulet from Majima, the mother gave him a while back.
"Iori do you remember now?" Majima questions.
"I don't know but why did I think I wanted to become one with this shady old hippie!" Iori insults making Ryūko smirk.
"Yeah common sense is back!" Relieved, Ryūko releases her grip on the fool.
"You're thinkin' straight now, at least." Majima agrees.
"This women was ripe, fit for the plucking! And I had an exotic wonder in my bag! How dare you argh!" The guru growls shooting out from his seat scarlet still descending down his scarlet stained staggering state.
"Shut it!" Loudly, Ryūko roars, screeching slamming his head down on the desk once more causing crimson currents to come crashing down, descending down from his broken battered beaten nose.
"See there's your snake oil shillin' fraud showin' his true colours Guru Pajama pants has been milkin' all of ya," Majima reveals.
"Silence!" The leader roars feebly.
"Majima." Ryūko turns to him, the pair of us sharing a smug smirk.
"On it." Smugly, Majima prepares his bat as Ryūko get the 'ball' ready smirking as Majima in one swift strike, knocks the idiot out.
"Guru we heard terrible noises is everything alright?" The others from the cult come rushing in.
"Friends quickly you must call me an ambulance!" Heaving, their battered, beaten, bloodied leader calls out but….
"Our Guru is gravely injured we must perform the ritual of healing for him everyone!" The mentor calls out.
"Muna!" The crowd cheer.
"Ugh no you dipshits waving your hands about won't fix anything!" Angrily, he yells at them as they get on their knees waving their arms about.
"And there they go…" Ryūko remarks eyeing the group below.
"Somebody help me!" The leader begs but it falls to deaf ears.
"I was…like that too wasn't I?" Iori sighs sadly at the people performing the ritual.
"Come on let's get you home…" Ryūko places her hand on the girl's back.
"…Right." Iori nods following them out.
"Iori!" Iori's mother rushes over to her.
"Mom!" Iori rushes over to her.
"A-Are you done with that crazy religion?" Hopeful, she asks Iori.
"Yeah I'm over it. Mom…I…i wanted to bring dad back." Iori admits as Ryūko couldn't help but feel the tight tension in her stomach.
"What?" Iori's mother says shocked.
"Ever since dad died you haven't stopped crying but there was nothing, I could do for you. That's when they told me the dead could be brought back to life. I just had to do these rituals and earn a few spirit points. I should have known how insane it was…I guess I just got caught up in that cult's scam." Sadly, she admits to her mother.
"So that's why…" Her mother whispers.
"But I know now if I followed those terrible people I'd be leaving you all alone and that's even worse. I'm so sorry…" Saddened, she bows her head.
"No I should be the one saying sorry Iori I didn't know how much anguish I was causing you." Her mother apologizes.
"I'm so sorry…" Together the two hug happy to be back in one another's arms.
"Thank you Majima san, Namie san I only asked you to deliver a message but you got my daughter back. I can never thank you enough." Iori's mother smiles at the two.
"No problem at all I'd say we got a pretty spiritual experience out of it too." Majima smirks slightly.
"Urgh stoop." Ryūko groans glaring lightly at the smirking Majima.
"Oh right Iori I gotta give this to ya." Majima hands over a familiar amulet.
"This…it's Mom's!" Iori recognises it.
"The amulet totally worked y'know! After all ya got some free pyjamas out of it. You hold on to that amulet and let it protect ya. You and your mom keep the family together will ya?" Majima reminds her.
"I will!" She promises.
"Majima san. Namie san." Iori smiles at the two.
"Hm what's up?" Ryūko asks her.
"Thank you…you saved us." Iori thanks the two.
"It's all good." Ryūko reassures watching the two leave ignoring the tight tension in her throat…
"Hey you okay?" Majima breaks Ryūko out of her train of thought.
"What do you mean?" Mystifed, Ryūko quirks her head to the side.
"I mean with pyjama pants," Majima reminds Ryūko.
"Please I can take care of myself, my priority was Iori," Confidently, Ryūko shakily scoffs.
"Just cause you can take care of yourself doesn't mean you do it." Majima inputs.
"Well I'm fine." Ryūko dismisses.
"And so am I." Majima exclaims.
"Yeah we're both fine…" Huffing, Ryūko grumble eyeing the arm around her, bringing her into side hug, no words needing to be shared as they continue on searching for that Takoyaki stand.
"You know you'd make a good dominatrix…" Majima blurts out as something seemingly snaps within Ryūko at the man…ruining the moment.
"And you know you'd make a great body bag!" Boisterously, she snaps slamming her fist into Majima's stomach salvia spewing out as the winded man falls flat to his knees, holding his gut as a mad Ryūko rushes on ahead fuming at the jackass she left behind…
Curious, Majima's nose perks up at the enthralling scent before him following to the Takoyaki stand he had promised Makoto…
"I am all about whatever that smell is. I want in on that. Place is pretty popular, heh, must mean its good stuff
"Can't I just give you the money or something?!" Scowling, Ryūko glares at Majima making his way into the line with her while they wait for food for Makoto.
"When were you going to tell me you did that sorta stuff on the side?" Scowling, Majima demands from Ryūko.
"You never asked." Agitated, Ryūko rebukes.
"That isn't a excuse, if you needed money you could come to me." Majima insists irritating Ryūko.
"Oh for…" Fuming, Ryūko opens her mouth about to argue when…
"Hey! 'Scuse me!
"Whoa!" Together, the two are pushed out of their spot in the line, staring wide-eyed at the woman before them, an elderly woman with bright purple afro like hair matching purple leggings, a leopard print and leopard faced shirt with small black shorts.
"Did she seriously just cut in line?! That ain's right…" Majima stands scowling.
"Maji what are you…?" Baffled, Ryūko does a doubletake at the sheer nerve of the man confronting the woman. What was he doing!? Panic pumps through Ryūko at the moron she had found herself stuck with.
"Hey lady. No cuts. Get in line like a normal person," Majima intervenes.
"Huh? You weren't even in the line!" The lady accuses.
"C'mon lady. You get your eyes checked lately? I was standin' in line right here!" Majima defends himself.
"I got one more eye than you sonny. If anyone ain't seeing things straight it's you!" The old woman shoots back.
"Nghh…what a stubborn old hag! Majima curses cross.
"Hey c'mon can't you take this elsewhere, I'm trying to run a business here" Tiredly, the vendor intervenes making Majima scowl.
"Maji come on we can find another stand." Sheepishly, Ryūko tries to calm Goro down.
"See? You went and got us scolded! How embarrassing! You should listen to your girlfriend." The old woman blames him.
"Girlfriend!? You think I'd settle for pop eye!?" Enraged, Ryūko roars at the old lady, earning a fair few eyes on them.
"Oi the hell's that meant to mean? You would be lucky to have me!" Mad, Majima points at himself.
"Oh I'm sure…" Sarcastically, Ryūko scoffs.
"Hey at least I know I can do better than some ditzy blonde!" Mad, Majima poits at her.
"You wanna die!?" Ryūko roars raising her furious fist.
"Do you!?" Majima barks back glaring down at her.
"Oi you two back of the line!" The vendor calls out.
"Eh!?" The two chorus confused as before they knew it…
"If you weren't tryin' to cut, this never woulda happened!" Scowling, Goro growls getting to the back of the line, Ryūko following from behind.
"Oooh so scary!" The old woman calls out mockingly.
"This old bat's a real pain….what's my move here? If she's that set on bein' first may as well let her. I don't wanna cause a scene. Tch, it takes some nerve buttin' into line in front of a guy like me. And damn what's with that leopard print clothes and purple Buddha perm? Some kinda osakan old lady uniform?
"Majima couldn't help but glare at the old timer trying to get a read on her when…
"Hey fella. I see ya eyein' me like a hungry tiger. What are ya not gettin' enough lovin' at home?" Seductively, the old woman suggests smirking at Ryūko much to her confusion.
"Say what? Lady you're the anti boner. I want nothing to do with ya quite frankly!" Aggravated, Majima disputes as Ryūko couldn't help but the sharp snort escape her lips from it.
"The anti boner!" Bemused, Ryūko snickers, tears threatening to fall from her hues, holding her stomach shaking attempting to handle the earthquake coursing through her from said insult making Majima smirk smugly at it.
"Eww! What a pervert! Help! There's a perv in line here! This man's tryin' to have his way with me!" Loudly, the old woman screams making all eyes turn to them as she points at him.
"P-Pervert!? I ain't done nothin'! Ryūko back me up here!" Majima panics turning to said blonde stepping away from Majima whistling innocently.
"Help me! He's a nasty pervert!" The old lady continues.
"Hold on! Stop makin' a scene!" Majima orders.
"Mama what's a pervert? "Innocently, the little boy watches the scene play out.
"Don't point Hiro-kun. You don't want anything to do with that horrible man," The little boy's mother advises him.
"Hey it ain't true. Hiro-kun your mama's got the wrong idea! Ngh, treacherous. Old windbag…" Majima grumbles seeing the mother and son leave…only for his eyes to widen when watching the woman strut off…
"You didn't even try to defend me!" Mad, Majima glares at Ryūko.
"I can't believe you tried to get into a fight in the first place it's a line you're going to get the food no matter what…" Ashamed, Ryūko places her head in her hands horrified mortified even at Majima.
"She cut in!" Defensively, Majima argues.
"So!?" Sharply, she snaps back.
"It's the principal." Proudly, he huffs.
"It's embarrassing! Thinking you were match facing the legendary obatarian like that…" Tutting, she shakes her head at the naïve fool by her side as the two head back to the warehouse with Makoto waiting for them.