Yeah! I got two extra reviews and about close to 10 favourites and follows! Thank you so much, G4rd3n and OperaEagle IcelynLacelett for the reviews, and to those who favorite and follow this story! I was supposed to update this story on my sis's or mom's birthday, but we got a week plan so I'm updating now!

Also, since we got a curious reviewer (OperaEagle IcelynLacelett) who's review is answered through PM, I will also put their questions/statement and my answers in the AN.

『I like her so far...』

Oops! I noticed some mistakes on my previous charter's question! As mentioned in the previous chapters, Mahiro considered themselves as a neutral gender, but acknowledges that they are physically a boy and appearance-wise that of a girl, so Mahiro isn't a 'she'! I've already changed the pronouns!

『Also what's Shimane's situation? Are his parents dead or did he run away? At twelve too. And what's Ukyo's backtory?』

Secret~ Though as the story will go on, I'm sure they will unravel themselves, chars.

『How did they get to be lovers so young? And how do they even work together? Different perspectives?』

Shimane and Ukyo aren't lovers, I repeat, AREN'T lovers. They have this relationship like bickering married old couples at the age of 70. You'll see what kind of work they do together. And different perspectives? I need it to be specific.

chapter four

when girls said 'nichiwa, run to Canada

Sawada Residence is a large house.

A single family house with a second story and a backyard.

I was impressed by the American-styled building, or was it? Not many Japanese have their house as beautiful and large as the Sawada. During our walk to the Sawada Residence, the three adults (or just one adult and two teens but I get the feeling they were mature enough, even that Ukyo) were engaged in a conversation with their native tongue while me and Tsunayoshi were in front of them, playing a game of jak-ken-pon.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Tsunayoshi was clumsy with his hands and he couldn't coordinate his hands under the time limit, but I ultimately lose on purpose in order to help his pride. It was a 0 to 10.

Well, at least he was such an adorable child, shrieking happily at his wins. I also couldn't resist patting on his yellow bell flower hat, noting that I was a bit taller than him.

When we arrive at their home, there's Ukyo's Ducati parked which shows that he came here before going to the park with Sawada, and managed to rope in some kind of plan that instead of eating at Take-Sushi, we came to the Sawada for a "tasty" lunch.

Said persin opened entrance gate for us as well as the main door for us, chirping, "Welcome!"

At the entryway, there was a small area, at the same level as the outside, where Sawada removed her shoes as well as Tsunayoshi's. She arranged the shoes with the tips pointing outside from her place at the raised floor level to which is the entire residence is leveled at. Adjacent to the lower floor is a cabinet in which she took out several slippers and placed them on the raised floor level.

Ukyo and Shimane took off their shoes and slipped into the slippers. Taking their lead, I was about to remove my shoes when Sawada swept down and did it for me. She held my hand and also Tsunayoshi's with her other hand and cooed as we walked down the hallway and went to the living room.

She cooed something like 'kawaii' and left me with Tsunayoshi in the living room, Ukyo and Shimane resuming their talking to Sawada in their native tongue while I watched Tsunayoshi just standing there.

His mother then turned to him and said something about being in kitchen with the two teenagers and something about me. Tsunayoshi eagerly nodded at her with a flushed look (which is cute) and she leaned down to give a big sloppy kiss on his forehead (to which he laughed at, I loved children's laughter, sue me) and removing the bell flower hat before smiling at me.

"Can you be a good friend to Tsu-kun?" she asked, standing up to her short height.

I nodded with a smile. "I'll try."

She left me with a pat on the head and I am left with Tsunayoshi in the living room with no supervisor.

Wow. I was slightly feeling comical with everything. There's no one to supervise and I'm getting the good kind of comic relief.

Tsunayoshi, with his large mane of brown hair, was fidgeting as he looked at me. "E-eigo?"

I blinked at him.

Oh. He was asking me if I speak or am English.

I nodded my head, eyes attracted to the large hair Tsunayoshi had. Was he actually born with it? How was it able to defy gravity? "Aa."

Tsunayoshi fidgeted under my gaze and went to an area in the living room where his territory lies. It was mostly filled with Kamen Rider robot toys and I could already see Tsunayoshi in future as a hikikomori with a fetish for robots.

He sat down on the mat and gestured one toy at me.

I blinked vacantly.

He stared, fidgeting, but didn't lose his ground.

I blinked again and decided that well, it wouldn't hurt to play with him. Besides, at least Tsunayoshi didn't lend me some girl toys.

It was an odd thing to play robots with Tsunayoshi. He was clumsy and stumble over his hands coordination so much I wonder why his Kamen Rider toys didn't broke. He was so uncoordinated with his limbs and always glancing at me, a sign that he was conscious of my presence. He was alsl making these weird Japanese's sfx noises when the robots fought with each other and I have to take note of these noise.

Shoooo, shaaaa! or something like that.

It was funny watching Tsunayoshi's reactions when I swooped down on his Kamen Rider 1 with my Kamen Rider 2 when I should be fighting with the Shocker. He looked like I did a felony that offended him.

Even with my limited knowledge on Kamen Rider and all its series, I know that Kamen Rider 2 is an ally to Kamen Rider 1 and they should be fighting against Shocker, a terrorist organization.

Kinda funny how Japan's most famous series is about heroes and shonen stuff, a bit realistic despite it was a kid show.

Sawada called us for lunch, to which Tsunayoshi yelled something, leaving his toys in an arranged form, and rushed to her to the kitchen, bound to tip over the mat if only I wasn't there to catch him.

He blushed a fiery shade of scarlet red and jerked from my grasp, shyly looking at his fiddling foot. "A-arigatō..."

I shrugged before simply settljng it for a fond pat on his hair, ignoring his squawk.

How utterly clumsy.

・・・

The result of my graceful catch was that Tsunayoshi called me "Hiro-nee".

During the buffet in the kitchen―it was a buffet really and Sawada's cooking was godsend―he was talking excitedly to his mom about some stuff and called me that.

Hiro-nee.

Now I don't mind the nickname, it was quite endearing honestly (but slightly annoying), but sometimes I wonder if my name was a pun.

Which is silly because it was based on My Hero Academia, shonen anime which is about heroes and the gazz, perhaps featuring a young teen in a hero world fighting against villians (a bit obvious by the title, no?)

Mai hiro. Mahiro. A play off on My Hero.

And Hiro-nee kinda sounds like heroine (or heroin if we are that sick).

Tsunayoshi went into great lengths, shuttering and stumbling over his words that my name was deprived from the fact I saved him from tripping. I was wondering how when during the robots fight I was the one to swooped down and attacked his Kamen Rider with his ally.

His look during that time brought a silly smile on my face.

Sawada tittered lovingly, a wonderful mother whose eyes were bright with love for her son, and I wondered how young is she really. She looked to young to be a mother and looked like she could run for Miss Universe and have men running for her. But here she was, mother to one Tsunayoshi. "Mahiro, even though you're not related by blood, I could see that you will be a good sister to Tsu-kun, being a heroine to catch him." She said to me, brown eyes twinkling.

What is this? I was smiling humorlessly at the thought of how Japan had this image of a man to be strong and respected, not a wimpy boy to be saved by a girly looking guy. Why is the subconscious butting in inside my mind?

Ukyo smiled widely, patting me on the head since I was sitting next to him and facing Tsunayoshi who was eating his Salisbury steak. "Mahiro could be mistaken as your daughter since your husband is a blond. Oh, and let's not forget that she certainly is very cute."

Now that his words said it, I wonder where is Tsunayoshi's father. I got the answer when Sawada held a melancholic look on her face, looking faraway to the window above the sink. "I just wish Iemitsu would be here, he's really busy with his construction worker." She sighed dreamily, the picture of a woman in love. "He's truly a man of dirt."

From the corner of my eyes, the teens held this dark look for a moment before Ukyo laughed merrily, which only sounded like a jeering tone. "Yeah, Iemitsu-jii is certainly a man of dirt!"

He shared a look with Shimane, who was sitting on Sawada's left, and it was like a telepathic message between them as Shimane smirked with a knowing glint to his dead eyes.

Nana had this knowing look and she even let a wide smile slipped in. "Isn't that lovely?" All of them were engaged with secretive smiles about an inside joke that I understand.

So Tsunayoshi's dad is a shit.

Oh. No wonder why Tsuna is clumsy, he doesn't have the greatest male figure his life, with his mom only to take care of the house.

I hummed thoughtfully, "Oh."

All the three of them snapped from their reverie and Sawada sported a broad grin. "Mahiro-chan, it's okay to ask me questions, since perhaps I could be your mother-in-law!" She laughed at the idea and I blinked, slightly blinded at the wide acceptance before thinking about my questions while eating the meal.

And so, during the lunch, I learned some things about Sawada and Tsunayoshi. Sawada, who insisted to be called as Mama, was a twenty-eight (this is quite a shock here, my friends) housewife who aims to have a job in order to spend her free time when Tsunayoshi will be growing up. Previously, she worked at some esteemed job before retiring to take care of young Tuna. Her husband, Sawada Iemitsu, was going around the globe doing some construction work for Vongola Inc., an international company with a lot of skills under its belt, the royal family in the globe when it comes to industrial works and economics.

Tsunayoshi would be joining Namimori Kindergarten when he would finish his third birthday around October 14th this year.

Also, Sawada met Ukyo and Shimane when they were just elementary students going to graduate, a memory which got the two teens laughing rather nervously.

The entirety of the lunch was friendly talk and Tsunayoshi looking at me with those wide brown eyes that I somehow managed to fell under its spell. It was hypnotizing me to do what he wants and how can a child pull that off?

When we finished the buffet, there's a short and limited time where Tsunayoshi shown me some coloring picture book where he hazardously put bright neon colors for Kamen 1. It wasn't the best but at least he did an effort.

We bid farewell after the cleaning the dishes, and it was only after Ukyo dropped us that I wonder why Sawada didn't ask any questions about me.

Shimane sighed in relief after the job well done and wiped the sweats off his face. "Now, this cleanliness will surely last until school starts."

I gave him a small tired smile, pride swelling in my chest at the thought that everything in the room is cleaned until no speck of dust was seen.

The apartment room became messy and littered with clothes and fallen objects because of Ukyo when he came back at the room after buying several stuffs for us. It happened during when Ukyo had to go after we all went to shopping for my clothes. The several stuffs he bought were food and some school supplies which were part of the mess that was Shimane's room.

You don't know how angry Shimane was when he noticed the state his room was. He was a passive aggressive hurricane during the first day and was furiously trying to clean up all the mess. I was pulled in due to the fact I was intimidated by Shimane and I hate doing absolutely nothing when someone else is also doing something. I was staying under Shimane's care and it wounded my eighteen years old conscience to not help a twelve years old kid.

Moral of the story: never let Ukyo in the house unless you want to clean for 3 days straight

Shimane threw the gloves he had on to the trash can by the doorway and went to the hallway for the bathroom. "I'm taking a bath, Mahiro. Just do your work," was the last thing he said before disappearing. Making sure that the bathroom was clicked shut, I sighed in relief when his body odor trailed away to him and I looked out at the room, staring at how the room just seemed to sparkle to life.

So...

Today would mark my a week and a half stay at this world.

Well, I was absolutely an emotional mess during those week.

It was a mixture of self-recrimination, withdrawal and realization along with a goal of having new chances. Then there was a bang that started as the household chores and ending with Ukyo barging in with the meeting of Sawada and Tsunayoshi, then we got three days for cleaning the cluster mess that was Shimane's room.

I wonder if I was a fast-paced person. In such a small amount of time I managed to found the most valuable things. But all I could think was that maybe I was able to adapt well. Maybe I'm used to weirdness, maybe just maybe.

I had the goal of giving everything I got to life here. I was bullied and all I wanted was a taste of life that I deprived myself. But happiness is hard when my silent nature came in and all I could do is just appreciate something. It's pretty hard to explain it, I'm not that fancy with words, but I guess it comes with being too aloof and blank that I couldn't explain myself to others.

Shimane was singing some Japanese songs that was pretty eerie but wonderful. White Silence by the one who did Unravel for TG anime or something. It was great hearing it as a cover by Shimane, but he was fucked up when he came to the girly part. Shrilly.

Noting that the odor didn't went away, I used the orange-scented window cleaner and sprayed it in the air several times before deeming it right.

I went to the kitchen and opened the drawer where all cleaning utensils were. Putting the dirty cloth and window cleaner on the first rack, I closed the door and was about to go do my Japanese lesson when the door was knocked.

I stopped and stood when there was a pause, before the knocking resumed.

"I'll go get it." I said to myself when I didn't hear any abrupt change from the bathroom except that Shimane is continued his way from sad and eerie songs to some sappy Enki songs. What kind of teenager was Shimane? I briefly toyed with the idea when I was walking down the hallway before completely stopping dead in my tracks.

The knocking was gone and suddenly it was as if someone splashed cold water at me.

Who was knocking the door?

If it was Ukyo, the door would be bang repeatedly until it gave way, his obnoxious voice crying for Shimane to let him be inside or something disturbing. I wonder if Sawada knows but then I imagined her knocking to be gentle, knocking three times before waiting and doing the knocking again after a minute passed.

But this knocking? Two knocks happened under half a minute, an interval of several seconds.

I gulped and wiggle all of my sweaty fingers, ignoring the dread pooling in my stomach. I was drenched in sweat and paralyzed that there must be someone at the door.

Don't worry, somewhere deep in my mind said, it must be one of Shimane's friends.

My conscious responded. But Shimane isn't the type to have friends visiting them. He would have only the closest one visiting him.

There was some clinking noises and I could see the doorknob twisting, responding to the tandem of my beating heart, and as if it was a fright scare, the door opened to reveal a haunting pale girl with wide black eyes, wearing a dark sailor uniform, who stepped in and pressed her back on the flat surface of the door to close it.

"Aa," she muttered, her voice light and cheery when she noticed me standing there on the hallway. "'nichiwa."

A wide feral grin.

Then she pounced on me.

My heart did a sudden leap as I dodged quickly and slided over on top of the table behind me, knocking over the books stacked in columns and gritting out.

The girl laughed, she laughed and she ran after me, managing to caught my leg when I tried to scramble over to hide and all I could do was runrunrunRUN. The adrenaline in my veins could be confused with fear and I kicked her, repetitively at her hand with all the force of my will, but her hold was so strong, it was an iron grip and I shrieked Shimane's name all over again, trying escape and run away from her. She merely laughed a guttural sound and punched me directly in the stomach, sending me a hot flash of white pain and I choked from the pain and I was coughing out little splashes of blood.

The pain was indescribable, it was like blazing infernos was licking and twisting my insides, and the pain paled in comparison with the hits I took from the bullies in Previous.

I scrambled my legs around, blinding trying to kick her but there's was mock laughter and nononononoNOnonoNO

She is strong and I'm no match for her.

I need to run away. I need to not give up.

I need help.

"Get away from me!" I cried out, quickly turning my body over and holding unto the table edge but she was pulling on my leg as if she wanted to rip it from its socket and immediately my grip on the table was ripped like hot iron on the skin. I shrieked and then all blood circulation went fuzzy when I was held upside-down, dangling like a fresh fish caught by the fisherman. I tried to get a grip on her legs but she punched me again, the pain quadrupling and all I could see is hot blinding pain.

I choked out and bit my lips from crying out in pain, something in me retraining myself to show a weakness.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what is this? What is happening?

"Aww," she cooed, walking further into the living room and swinging me merrily, "don't cry, yer makin' me wanna do more."

Somewhere the door was slammed and from my peripheral view, in the doorway was Shimane with an alarmed look and, upon realizing there was an intruder in the house, had this dark look and went into a fighting stance, quietly but swiftly going in for her.

As if her sense was spot-on, the girl looked at Shimane and dropped her hold on my leg, sending me falling head fist into the low table. "Oya?" She mummered and just when Shimane gave a punch at her head, she ducked over his arm and went straight for his neck, strangling him as she pushed him against the wall.

There was silence except of the light panting I did and Shimane growling out to the intruder who had her hands around his neck.

"Ya coulda hit me straight on," she stated, tightening her hold around his neck while placing her knee between his crotch area to avoid getting kicked by him. "If only ya didnat hesitate."

From my place on the low table, I could watched with hazy eyes, the fear pumping wildly in my blood the only thing holding me down.

I need to help, I need to help, I need to help. Those words were chanting wildly in my head, the adrenaline and fear creating a huge roar from my heart, the only sound screaming loudly my ears.

But I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared.

This girl, who is she? Why is she strong? How can Shimane hesitate when he was going to hit her?

Why, why, why, why?

"What's wrong, Shimane?" She asked, her dark eyes widening as she neared her face against the teen. "Why didja hesitate?"

Shimane could only bare his teeth and gurgled out some curses, to which she clicked her tongue and pushed him back with enough force that had Shimane choking out blood and the wall having a telltale cracks branching out.

"No need ta tell Anego," she stated, looking sidewards at me with a wicked gleam. "Shimane, ya just have ta explain da situation." She released her grip on his neck and inched towards me, a sly smirk taking hold of her lips.

Something lodged itself in me and I tried to scramble, but she finally came to the low table and slide in, twirling a strand of my hair.

"I'm rather curious of ye, little girl," she asked slowly, "Why is Shimane takin' care of ya? Got a sugar daddy kink to work out?"

I was blinded by hot anger. How dare she insult Shimane? He's only twelve for goodness sake, why do you think he's a sugar daddy?! I was breathing heavily, eyes wide in fury but she only giggled as if I was silly enough to threaten her.

"Shu... shut up..." Shimane bit out, using the table as a support to pull himself up. He glared at the girl, body tensed and fist clenched. "You... why are you here?"

She waved a hand over her face, as if ridding a foul smell away. "Why can't yer Anego come ova' and enjoy herself? Yer blond fella failed ta stopped me. Pathetically weak, why does he cling ta ya?"

"Don't insult Ukyo," Shimane warned dangerously. "Or else."

She laughed happily, though it was wild and intimidating because she was staring at Shimane with wide eyes. It sent shivers down my spine that this girl and Shimane know each other. "Awwww, c'mon, Anego came to see ya all the way from Namimori, why can't ye be good host?"

"Why did you come here?" Shimane cautiously asked, ignoring all of her whining.

She smiled tightly in response, the corner lifting up to her cheekbones.

"Who's tis?" She jerked a hand towards me, her callused hand lighting tracing the blue powdered veins on my neck. I shivered, tried to calm myself down but the nausea of being held upside-down was jarring, it was a kaleidoscope of colors and I couldn't focus well enough but I understand her words.

Because she was speaking English.

"Someone not important." Shimane replied nonchalantly, trying to dissuade her from her interest in me.

She stared at him for a moment before breaking into chuckles.

"Mahiro, right?" She answered her question, smiling wide when there was an alarmed glint flashing over Shimane's eyes. "Yer blond fella wasnat a good keepah. Tryin' ta block my way towards ye. He messaged ye about meh, but he doesn't know ya always shut down yer phone around tis time."

"I do not know what you are talking." Shimane tried to dismissed the topic, but the girl patted tauntingly on my cheek, a sign that she had power over here.

"Call Namimori Gen'ral Hospital's Director and get 'im ta make a certificate," she ordered, standing up and tugging on my arm to pulled me up.

Those sentence sent me reeling into action. What does she meant by getting the doctors to make a certificate?

Immediately, I tried to pull away, but she was quick to send a punch up my stomach again and I coughed out, the pain rippling me through but I fucking wouldn't give up.

I wouldn't fucking give up.

I need to fight. Because something in me is yelling, a part of me is screaming for me to fight. Was it a fight for my masculinity, or the fact that I was bullied before but with this change, I need to fight back?

But all got was, don't give up.

Something in me flared and I angrily tried to rip my arm away, but she chuckled, jerking me forward on her shoulder like she was carrying a sack.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I screeched, punching her back repeatedly. She only laughed and patted my bottom, irking me and making me punched my tiny fist against her back.

She huffed. "Oops-si-daisies, keep yer tone down or else." A good and hard smack against my bottom got me quiet begrudgingly.

"What the heck do you want with Mahiro?" Shimane fiercely asked, blocking the way to the hallway with his muscled structure. The girl only paused and titled her head.

"Do ye remembah when I picked ye up? Abandoned by yer family and smashin' people's faces from left to right?" She reminisced, speaking softly. "I remembah, kiddo, when ya were such a fierce soul during yer elementary days."

I paused. She picked Shimane up when he was orphaned and already hitting someone in his elementary years?

Who was she really?

"What does this have to do with this?" Shimane ignored all her nostalgia and directly went to the point.

She clicked her tongue in irritation and jostled me. I didn't pay any heed to it due to their conversation which is getting to a point in which I refrained myself from shouting.

"Even if dat blond fella, Ukyo, came in ta dis rotten world with ye, that isn't enough to pay the favor back, Shimane." She informed him in a patronizing tone. "I don't care ye're the wakagashira or if Ukyo is basically da saiko-komon. As yer oyabun, or Anego by da way, I think tis isn't enough ta pay back my favor. Yer strength and his brain were great for the family, but all the casualties ye made with the other gangs?" She shook her head in disappointment.

"This is why Momokyokai can't get any allies."

Those words sent me dead in my retaliation when I realized who Shimane is.

Oh my fucking god.

He's in the yakuza.

He's their first lieutenant and she's his boss. And―and Ukyo is the face of their administration.

What in the actual fuck?

She continued speaking, "I know ye had striked terror into the head and da entirety of da hospital, so use everything yer sources have to get Mahiro a certificate. She will be Uie Mahiro, two years old―I know she is two―and born to Uie Senri and Yumura Hakuoh―"

Shimane suddenly yelled, cutting her off. "What the hell are you saying?! Do you even know Hakuoh―?"

The girl briskly waved his words off. "―failed in her seduction mission and had a miscarriage?" She nodded without care of the people she was mentioning. "Yeah, but the doctors in dis nice world didnat know that except Senri. Also, they were in a relationship and they were kinda wanting ta have a brat when Hakuoh was announced infertile? Her blood was splattered against the wall on yer left, so go and get that to be checked by Senri, 'cuz he's da underground doc."

The way she actually think this through shocked me but how she used someone's state was horrible.

Absolutely. Fucking. Horrible.

What in the fucking world is in her head? How can she do this?

As a oyabun, she had to honor her family, her yakuza and her brothers or sisters, but how dare she dishonor someone and used it to her advantage?

I was furious, clenching my fist and creating cresent marks upon them. Calm down, I have to calm down.

"Shimane," she softly added and I almost bristled. How dare she? "Hey, Shimane, this girl will succeed ye. That's why I need her. Ya know how da yakuza don wanna be allied with us because of ya. But if I get her ta succeed ya and take my place, surely she will help Momokyokai gain their fame."

There was a pause in this tense situation, a silence when I let her words sink in.

What the fuck?

I will succeed her and Shimane?

No freaking way.

There was a momentary pause before... "How do you know about her?" Shimane asked, sounding small all of the sudden.

This send me into panic. Why does he sound like giving up? What the hell? Fight! Do something!

"What?!" I shrieked, now coming back to punching her in the back and kicking my legs around. "No! NO! I don't want to! Let me go! Let me go! LET ME GO!"

"Aaaa..." she groaned tiredly, leaning back before sharply jerking me forward that I wasn't over her shoulder by sitting on her arm like a koala. "Shut up." And suddenly, there was a backhand strike towards my back, sending me to actually stop all my actions and paralyzed.

What the fuck? My eyes were wide as saucers in shock as I tried to move a part of my body. There was no pain but I was paralyzed temporarily. What the fuck?! I tried to move, but the more I did so, I was terrified.

I can't move. I cant move. God, I can't move ―

Stop. I inhaled, trying to stop my panic. Stop. Calm down. Yeah, calm down.

"I was curious upon seein' Ukyo with some baby girl clothes and goin' ta yer apartment." She jeered mockingly. "Why do ya even keep this girl? Do ya pity her?"

"Shut up." Shimane dangerously warned, his voice low and deadly.

The girl doesn't take a hint. She still went on. "Do ya have that silly honor? I told ya before, there's no honor in this scum world―"

"Shut up!" Then Shimane snapped.

I mentally cheered, relieved to know that Shimane will fight with her. Finally!

There was rushing rhythmic footsteps, which I know belonged to Shimane, but there was a smacking sound and then someone's falling unconscious on the ground.

I fell shocked, not trusting myself to acknowledge what had just happened.

"Oops," she emptily muttered out, not sounding a bit sorry.

She wasn't the one falling unconscious. This was the realization that had me silent.

She shrugged and jostled me again over her shoulder, walking away into the hallway. This was all I had to see Shimane lying in his small pool of blood, and I could only exhaled shakily.

・・・

"Let me go! Let me GO!" I yelled again, going back to punching her back again for the last minutes.

"Bitch, super cock sucker, mother fucker, can you just shut up?!" She roared over my yells, irritation dripping from her voice. I sneered and hit her straight on her spine, sending her yelling more dirty words to which I don't care.

For the past minutes, I had been yelling at her ear to let me go but she didn't gave in. She was going up to the danchi's rooftop, doing whatever shit she wanted and do you think I would let her have her way? I was going to not let her do this. What the fuck is wrong with her?

The door to the rooftop was kicked opened and she threw me out to the rooftop. I rolled away and softened my muscles so that I wouldn't get myself scrapped.

"So Mahiro?" She asked, coming over to my laying form. I stood up immediately and went into whatever fighting pose I remembered from Shimane's shonen anime or manga or from whatever the Previous know. I spread my legs shoulder width, the right foot in front and the left foot acting as a trigger, and put my fists out front, the forearm away from my chest and my fist were leveled with my face.

She whistled. "Oh, that's good." She smiled and sang to some fucked up cheery song. "I think the name Mahiro comes from Ukyo. Perhaps a play word? Ukyo is frighteningly intelligent, but Shimane corrupted him with those animation that loners are attracted to."

I took note of her speaking. It wasn't the slang she had when she was with Shimane, it was now the normal English.

She bent her upper chest forward and suddenly she speed up, her face dangerously near mine. I widened my eyes and tried to dodge out of the way but she sent a punch to my stomach, the force of it sending me flying backwards and coughing in pain.

She tutted as she slowly came to a halt with her foot while I fell on the ground in heaps. "Poor reaction time and eyes-body coordination." I watched her grinned broadly before arranging her sailor uniform dress. "Well, good thing you have Yamazaki Himeji to help you."

I tried to stand up but I fell down on my knees, the burning pain in my stomach weighting me down.

Well, I sent her a glare.

Fuck you Yamazaki Himeji.

Is this chapter to fast-paced? I was scared because it looked okay to me. But I need your criticisms for this. Also, I think Mahiro is kinda confusing. They were such a huge mess of a character who's fucked up anyway. And have you noticed anything about Mahiro? During the entire chapter and how their thought went fast and larger during Himeji time?

Also, I know if some of you were confused with Himeji's interest in Mahiro, it will be answered later.

I think this is a fun story to write but I'm working on three other stories in Wattpad. One's a writing prompts, the other a small chaptered story, and the third the story which is fucked up (in idea not writing).

QUESTION: Are you shocked about Sawada Nana? She's pretty different, no? But tell me why she was like this, I'm curious to know all of your superstitious!

I may sound needy, but please review! It would clearly boost my mood to update more when I have words that talks about my story and some nice inputs!