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The girl was crazy, one Kaneki Ichiru decided as he stared at the children in the front lawn across the street. The house wasn't old but it was in a poor state, the grass around it overgrown and wild and the once tamed, well shaped rose bushes now climbing up the walls. The little girl that lived in the house with the chipped white paint was small, frail, and utterly insane.
As he watched she took apart and reassembled a set of leave blowers and fans that had been accumulated throughout the week when she wasn't as school. He had no idea what she was doing, only that she probably shouldn't have had that hack saw. Or the blow torch.
Unfortunately the sixty year old wasn't allowed to interfere now that she was going to the ninja school, taking after her father. The irresponsible man that was never around to keep his daughter from cutting her fingers off or lighting her hair on fire and wouldn't let the girl's poor mother die already. Instead he left an eight year old at home, alone except for the little demon brat and the Uchiha boy.
Who were now arriving with, of all things, a wheelchair!
The boys brought it along the sidewalk, pushing from behind and Kaneki's lips formed a frown. He didn't like the looks of this. He really didn't like it when the girl started strapping the what-ever-that-hell-that-was to the back of the wheel chair with ropes, bungee cords, and what appeared to be duct tape, nearly covering the entire surface of the chair.
If they weren't ninja in training then he would have called the police, but they were not only mostly dead but also entirely uninterested in children these days. It irritated Kaneki to no end.
The old man watched from his front window as the girl pushed the boys into the seat of the wheel chair, climbing up and using the two boys to sit herself on in a disgraceful amount of casual contact. Kaneki squinted as she brought up a tangle of wires attached to a light switch, watching her flip it.
Immediately the newly created attachment roared to a clunky, angrily smoking life and the whole chair shook, causing the boys to latch onto the armrests and yelp. The Suzuki girl didn't seem to notice, instead grinning like a maniac when the fans started to spin and a fire lit behind them, sending the contraption shooting forwards at speeds a wheel chair was most definitely not supposed to go. Kaneki watched in shock as the children flew down the sidewalk and out of sight in seconds, somehow managing to careen around the corner without crashing into anything. It disappeared around the Kaneko house, three children pressed against the back, one laughing and two screaming.
Yes, he decided when a plume of smoke rose from the other side of the block, the girl was absolutely crazy.
All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
