The sound that came out of the delinquent barely sounded human. It was a combination of fear and the guttural, animalistic, primordial reaction to pain. Shit. The other delinquents might have heard that. I need to finish this quickly. Ayano shoved the rest of the cigarette in the delinquent's mouth and held it shut so he didn't make any more noise.
"Now, how many stolen cigarettes did you smoke?" Ayano sat on the delinquent's chest so he didn't escape. The delinquent let out a muffled sound. "Now, now. If I take my hand off, you're going to yell for help, and we can't have that. Show me with your hands." He held up two fingers. "There we go! So glad you've decided to cooperate. This makes things easier." Ayano took out the box cutter. "So much easier."
Ayano slowly lengthened the blade of the box cutter, letting each segment out with an audible click. Ayano stomped down hard on the delinquent's left hand, pinning it to the ground. She replaced the hand silencing the delinquent with her other shoe.
"Now, let's leave you with a personal reminder to never do this again. For every stolen cigarette you smoked, I'm going to remove a finger." Ayano brought the box cutter down on the delinquent's pinky. As she began to slice through the flesh, the boy's eyes became wilder, like a rabid dog. Desperate and savage. Too bad for the delinquent that Ayano was even more savage.
The delinquent began to thrash around like a fish on a hook, doomed to the fate before him. Ayano started on the next finger. She progressed quickly, knowing that if the delinquents heard the scream from before, it wouldn't be long before five more delinquents with weapons came around the corner for her head. The box cutter progressed with clinical efficiency through muscle and bone until the finger fell into the grass. Keeping her foot on the delinquent's mouth, she collected the fingers and deposited them into the pocket of her costume. She stood up and kicked the delinquent in the stomach for good measure. Ayano pocketed the stolen cigarettes.
"If you try to steal cigarettes again, I'll be sure to remove the rest of your thieving fingers so you can never so much as hold a cigarette again." She walked away quickly, not wanting to stick around. Not quick enough apparently, because the rest of the delinquents rounded the corner at that moment. Ayano broke into a run.
"What the fuck is this shit?" Osoro yelled, his subordinate still whimpering on the ground. Ayano rounded the opposite corner and quickly ducked back into the school. She changed out of her costume in the same closet she had stored it in. There were still twenty minutes left for lunch. Ayano quickly retrieved her lunch from her locker and ate it in the outdoor cafeteria. Pulling out her phone, she let Info-Chan know of her success.
Ayano: I got the job done. Hayanari Tsumeato now has eight fingers.
Info-Chan: Good. I'll wire you the money. You should receive the money within twelve hours.
Ayano: Are there any more job requests?
Info-Chan: My, you seem to be rather money-hungry these days. You do have a new request, in fact. It's murder this time. Our client wants Mai Waifu dead tomorrow.
Ayano: I can do it now.
Info-Chan: I thought you were smart, Yan-chan. Two violent crimes in one day are very suspicious. I'll send you the rest of the information tomorrow.
Ayano: Fine.
Ayano put her phone away and finished her lunch. She went to her classroom and looked out the window, which faced the rear of the school. Looking down, she could see that the delinquents had left the spot she attacked Tsumeato and probably returned to their spot guarding the incinerator.
Class began and ended without much fanfare, although Ayano could tell that Osano kept sneaking glances at her when he thought she wasn't paying attention. After class, Ayano went to the supply closet to collect the costume, cigarettes, and fingers. She looked out the window and sure enough, the delinquents were loitering around the front gate yet again. Osoro really can't just let it go. Ayano smiled smugly to herself, feeling like a fat cat that had just caught an equally fat bird. She went outside through the side doors and made her way to the incinerator. She left the two fingers in a place the delinquents would notice them, but the other students wouldn't. She didn't need the whole school to be riled up over a private matter. Ayano kept the cigarettes she recovered. Nobody needed to know that Tsumeato hadn't smoked them all.
Ayano peeked around the corner to see the school gate again. The delinquents were still there. Shit. They already know about the escape route I used last time, so I can't leave that way. Fuck, what am I going to do? Ayano knew she couldn't stay and wait at the incinerator, the delinquents would certainly come back and beat the shit out of her. After a while, they'd probably start looking for Ayano around the school, too. She needed somewhere they either wouldn't find her or somewhere they wouldn't dare to enter. Suddenly, Ayano was struck with an idea. The Martial Arts club! Osoro's pussy ass wouldn't dare go toe to toe with Budo. With her mind made up, Ayano headed to the Martial Arts club.
A/N: Thanks for reading! The suggestion for Mai Waifu was given by TinyFox2! Thanks so much! Her murder will probably happen within the next two chapters. Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave more suggestions!