58. Confrontation

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It had been another busy day at work. Satsuki left the studios and walked into the lobby of the building. She was almost out of the doors when she heard it.

Her name being called.

"Yukino-san?"

Satsuki turned, and startled when she saw the three young women hurrying towards her.

It had been five years since she had last seen them, but still the very sight of them rattled her insides. They brought back many memories, memories she did not wish to revisit.

"Oh my god, it is you, Yukino-san!" declared Ayane, Satsuki's former classmate in an overly cheery voice. "My, to run into you after all these years in such a place!"

"What are you doing here?" Satsuki asked, frowning.

"We were in a taping just now. For the R-show!" chirped Yumiko, Ayane's number one lackey.

"That sounds nice," Satsuki said, swallowing the words she truly wanted to tell those three girls.

Go to hell.

"But it is such a coincidence to see you here, Yukino-san," said Ayane's number two lackey Miki, smiling.

"Oh Miki, don't you know? Yukino-san is an actress now!" Ayane told her friend.

"Ehh, is that so?"

"It's true! She was just interviewed for a magazine," Yumiko piped up.

"Still, it's really hard to believe, isn't it?" Ayane said, looking at her friends. A smile touched her lips.

"Who would have ever thought that out of all the girls in our class, Yucky-no would become an actress one day?"

"It's so weird," Miki said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Her eyes were glinting with malice. "I wonder what they all see in the she-male."

"I know, right? Ayane-chan is so much cuter than Yucky-no!" Yumiko said.

Satsuki's fingernails were digging into the palm of her hand. It hurt, like always, but the physical pain had never been the one that had got to her, the one that had made her cry or stay up at night, the one that made her hate going to school.

To the school where Ayane and her gang would always be waiting, ready to mock her.

Not five minutes in the same room with them, and once again she felt like she was 16 again, awkward, tomboyish and a misfit.