Long time no posts here! I need to thank every one of you guys who had taken the effort check out my fic! ^^ And I'm really sorry that this chapter got so much delayed and I hope that somebody still is interested! I had important exams going on the whole Spring so I didn't have for writing. ><
So the winner prize of right starring character guessing goes to sharedly cisda83,saeseki and Shinoki! *hands out cookies* This story is indeed going to be about this humorous duo, though this fiction will siding quite dark themes. I'm sorry to be crushing your dreams of those who'd want to see TomoTomo fiction, but actually I'm not all that keen on them especially in Majisuka context. :/ I'm sorry.
However, I hope you guys like this!
Chapter 1
The whole street alley tried to keep distances far from the fury spewing storm's eye, who made her way aggressively through the crowd and wiped out everything that ended up in her way. She literally kicked and crushed litters under her shoes that made her nearly feel an urge to gesture the famous international finger sign to every single ogling by passer moron. She had, even more than usual, intensified feeling-pissed-off-day. The cause for driving her into this mood was her employer. A former one in fact, who had given her the elbow previously on that day due to most ever ridiculous reasons he could come up with. Fucking, nitpicking asshole. That must have been her third time in row getting fired since she had to quit her title as the queen leader of Yabakune.
After Maeda being taken behind the bars by the cops, Shibuya technically had no longer a reason to beat majijo students to a pulp every now and then. Her long-term battles in both Majijo and Yabakune had come to an end, yet those years had turned against her .The burden she yet had to bear, for eternity, was the label of a yankee – equalling to her being a scum. Regarding that reason alone, passing in any exams for further education, let alone a job, was only achievable after a hellish ordeal. For all that, the employers’ every-single-fucking-time kept showering her with remarks like needles, if she did even the tiniest error. Owing to her having graduated from a useless high school, she had obtained in her grasp a diploma probably worth to be used as toilet paper, and therefore they kept thinking she was a good-for-nothing. Let any of those greedy-ass pigs suck their own dick.
On that day it had been a gray muddy autumnal weather. Oh well, having shit raining all over you felt like nothing on the top of all the other concerns pissing the hell out of you anyway. Shibuya took a deep sigh. Several used drug injections and beer bottles greeting you with a big warm sickcome to this queasy neighborhood. To her own mood lowering reminder, this place was her home indeed filled with its fascinating, suspicious people of all shapes and sizes. A rental apartment she shared with her frie- wait a fucking minute... NO! They were not 'friends' for the goddamn's sake! But however, they could not be seen as enemies either. This person was rather her most loyal follower ever since the time of junior high. Roommates was the best name option to describe simplifyingly their current deranged situation that reigned between them.
With her Shibuya just happened to share the apartment, although she wasn't quite certain what was going on inside her mind when deciding to move in with this sloppy person. Apparently she had no better place to run to. Oh, come to think of it, Shibuya could recall again of having lost her previous flat after her well-known reputation was spreading like flames to the landlords' ears. So at present, by chance, her goody-two-shoes roommate's crime register didn't happen to be stained by a few assault charges, so imaginably it was SLIGHTLY easier for that person to make the landlord grant their allowance to live there. So consequently, what will happen if you push little miss sunshine and shrew into the same tin can sized space? As always, sometimes there was no way to prevent from the more hot-blooded one keeping her mouth shut or resorting to punching.
Shibuya made her way up the stairs while rumbling with her steps and murmuring in annoyance. Some fucking smelly drunkard had dared to doze off right here blocking her way. She had felt an urge to kick up the asshole to the side, but for this once, decided not to take this action. Compared to the usual findings at these parts of the city, this was nothing out of the place. Soon she so would relief all the rage she carried inside her. At least, at home she had a pair of ears used to listening to her hissy fit every other day. Eventually, Shibuya began to dig up the keys in her jacket's pocket, but she couldn't get a hold of anything there.
'FOR THE HELL'S SAKE', she yelled with such powerful fury that almost the half of the people living in this apartment house must have heard it. Where in the whole wide world she could have slung her keys to? This day seemed to do its utmost to ridicule her. Maybe she had no other choice than give a great knock on the door except... why was it left half-open? No need for all the fuss after all. On the other hand, though, what if the key had dropped off somewhere in the middle of the streets far away by kilometers? So there was no way a burglar could figure out in which one of the thousands and thousands of households the key would fit. Whatever, she just wanted now to collapse onto her cozy chair and sulk.
Nonetheless, the more she drew attention to little details, more and more it seemed that something odd was going on. First of all, why that idiot had left the door open for all kinds of perverts and psychopaths to enter and also what purpose served the unemptied plastic bag on the floor? She closed her teeth together in grimace. All that expensive food to be warming up... She tugged up the stuff and moved them to fridge in kitchen that was located on the right side from the door hallway. It was about the time she'd give a little scold to a certain someone.
'DANCE!' growled Shibuya from the kitchen and started track down her roommates step prints. There was an eerie silence. Then she finally caught a glimpse of the curls of the one who was sneering behind the bed. Within a few moments though, why Dance had not responded to her call in any way, brightened up to her. She could see the other girl holding her cellphone in her wavering hand. Her little Dance crouched by the corner silently listening and nodding to the other party of phone conversation. Shibuya approached the other girl tall and frowned. Perhaps she could let it go this time and actually give Dance a chance state out her explanation to her strange neglecting of things around her, after having finished her phone call. Shibuya could sense the atmosphere of uncertainty on that moment.
The smell of fear coming from Dance could be almost sniffed even on the other side of the room. Suddenly ,though, she had to take a few steps back startled when Dance had jolted up stick straight.
' Wha-what did you say? No, I must come and see her this instant!', the voice echoing from Dance's mouth was frightened and her eyes widened by panic shot up to Shibuya's way for a split second and were no more covered by her curls. This situation rubbed her up the wrong way. Then Dance had ended the call without a warning and now darted towards her as if tears had started already gleam in her eyelashes. Quickly, Shibuya decided to intervene in her roommate's escape attempt so that she wouldn't get so easily away with this all. Supposedly, shouldn't she have the right to know what was going on in the life of a person she had known for years? As a matter of fact though, some days Dance was predictable as an open book, but other days her expressions could disguise the sensitive girl's true feelings completely. Dance was seldom accustomed to announcing her concerns to anyone.
'Where do you think you're going in such a rush? What's the matter with you?' Shibuya asked blocking her roommate’s way.
'An emergency! To the hospital! My mom has-' Dance, filled with overwhelming panic, did not seem to be any more capable of forming coherent sentences. She had stumbled upon the tougher girl's shoulder and tried to squirm while Shibuya pushed her back. Then Shibuya could feel like a huge hammer struck her head hard. Of course, Dance's mom was severely ill. The remembrance of Yuko's, the former leader of Rappappa's, weakening towards the death's bed flowed back to her mind. Dance must have had no second in peace to fill up the fridge after returning home from super market before the phone had rung. Shibuya worked hard to swallow up her frustration in front of the other's genuine distress. Within the blink of an eye, Dance had managed to get out of Shibuya's hold and headed towards the door.
'Wait up!' Shibuya called behind Dance's back ' I think I can take you there, too, you know. No need to craze around the city with slow busses. With my scooter, we could save time by driving there directly.' Only this time, she would sacrifice her own free time. For only this occasion.
‘I'd be very glad if you were so kind, Shibuya-san ' the other girl said looking towards her feet with her relieving smile spreading all over her flushing face. Shibuya rolled her eyes slightly amused to the sight of Dance actually giving a little bow down. Okay, this subject-like acting by Dance maybe, a little, started to bother her. Without further ado though, they went down the stairs bouncing over the dozed drunken man still lying there.
Once outside, they picked up the scooter that Shibuya during her Majijo years had found abandoned on the streets. However, no owner had ever showed up to sue her for taking it. If nobody had taken care of the old clunker rottening in the same place for days, practically it couldn't be consider as stealing, could it? This piece of sheet metal junk also happened to have a little stubborn nature and worked only when it pleased. So Shibuya gave it a couple of kicks to the side in order to make the motor cough in a start-up The scooter huffed and puffed as if it was living its last moment. You could only hope that they wouldn't lose all the parts along the way to the hospital.
Shibuya threw a helmet to Dance and hopped on the seat beforehand. The other girl spent a moment getting ready and only after a few moments she sat down behind her back... closely attached to her. Way too damn tightly. No, her personal space requirements were not fulfilled! Most disturbing of all was when Dance had leaned towards her and grabbed her stomach with her full arm power. Her inner boiler had seethed all over making her face redden. Shibuya's elbow worked in reflex and smacked this airhead more towards the backside so that the scooter nearly was about to fall over.
'USE THOSE FUCKING SIDE HANDLES AND DO NOT SQUISH ME LIKE THAT!' Shibuya commanded the other one with her cheeks feeling undelightfully heating.
'Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't notice that this model had those, too...' Danced whimped embarrassedly. To her luck, the helmet had saved her little nose this time from not crushing under the power of Shibuya's punch and begin to bleed again. The journey had not even started yet, and Shibuya was already losing her temper at the very instant. Should she have, after all, let Dance go on her own and stay herself lying lazy at home? She wasn't pleased at all with this brainless idiot trying in any way to coming on her. Ahem... or maybe they should finally start driving towards the fricking hospital so that they wouldn't spend the whole night with this matter!
After twenty minutes had passed...
'Oh sh** with these traffic jams and red lights.'
'Bloody h***’ why does this metal scrap keep making all these strange noises? Don't say that this old crap will fall down to pieces right now?!' one keeps spatting a variety of swearing and the other tries reassure her of them surely making their way there eventually.
'F****** greatness, now we're running out of gas!' and so the duo were left on the road shoulder, where Shibuya had managed drive off before the jalopy said goodnight. Now what they were going to do...? The hot-headed one kicked furiously the useless wreck.
' How about if I would to go and ge-' meanwhile had Dance tried to suggest a solution...
'START PUSHING IT, if we SOMEDAY want to make it there!' Shibuya relentlessly ignored Dance's words and commanded. She couldn't stand the though of the other one trying take to her heels at this rate.
'I was meaning that we probably should go get the tank filled over there, the nearest gas station in 200 meters. I can go and buy petrol, too, if you want... ' Dance's note made the angered girl's face distort in stun, when there, indeed, appeared a gas-station like an oasis in the middle of concrete desert. Hmph, surely she would have acknowledged the same thing sooner or later herself! She shot a firm look towards the shy girl and helped with moving the scooter. After drops of sweat and cuss, the pair was once again back on the track.
Only a few more traffic junctions to go as they raced like wind to the destination. Soon Shibuya would pull to a halt in front of the white building. Making it to this place had probably made some of Shibuya's hair turn into grey. The speed of her driving happened to be a bit too much for Dance. The back-side rider hopped off the ride her legs shaking, but had gratefully handed over the helmet back to her.
'I really need to tha-', the feeble girl was about to express her gratitude, but Shibuya took the role of reminder.
'Come on and hurry up to your mom's side already! I will take care of parking this scrap somewhere meanwhile' this time Shibuya didn't want to hear praise over the agonizing ordeal they had to go through. It took about 10 minutes to find a place for the scooter in the huge over-booked car maze.
***
Anxiousness gradually rose inside of her chest and sensitive brains. To her fright, her mom was nowhere to be seen in her usual patient room, where Dance was used to visiting her. The whole hospital complex was one enormous setting, filled with labyrinth like corridors one after the other that got mixed by her mind being in emergency state. After a moment, she could come back to her senses and ask one white coated gentleman to help her kindly to the right direction. Her heart couldn't rest in peace until she'd find the certain beloved one of hers once again. Thank gods, finally the right room is there!
The effect of the stones relieving from her heart could be seen as streams beginning to unravel on her cheeks. The most beautiful person in her universe was all right. Nothing more she could ask for. Every day the fears emerged to haunt her that previous visit may could have been her last one. Dance cautiously closed the door behind her and without a sound approached her mother lying on the bed looking fragile. Lump in her throat grew greater by her seeing how the saddening figure's face outstood even greyer than usual, almost colorless. The feet under her melted by the power of concern, but she barely could take her dear mother's hand inside her palm's gentle embrace.
'Kuumin ' voice of mother's wavered so weakly as a whisper to her ears that any louder noise could have crushed it.
'Wh-what happened?' daughter kneeling down beside her made a simple question trying hard to keep a neutral face. Nevertheless, the corners of her mouth seemed to pulled down by weight of lead. Many questions dwelled in mind and yet she could unchain merely one of them. Why she never could keep her promise having sworn always to wear a smile when paying a visit hospital? This time she had turned her down badly. How much she wished one day to able to show her mother that she'd have grown up to a stronger girl.
'It was just a little an urgent check up on me due to symptoms. Don't you cry sweetheart of mine, everything for the rest of the day is going to be fine. The doctors even told me that I might could be shifted up forward in the line of patients in need of surgeries.
'Forgive me, mom ' Dance attempted to remove the flowing canals on her cheeks and for a one moment her face started gleam for the gladdening news.
'How many months are left yet? ' perhaps Dance's prayers had been heard! Let the heavens grant her more time together...
'Approximately seven.'
She froze to her position. More than half a year, she thought while caressing her parent's palm. Normally such long time would fly by with ease, but regarding this situation, it'd become depressing long to wait. At worst, it was less than half of the life expectancy and at the best probably one fourth of it. Provided that the surgery would be a success, their long road together might not come to an end as soon. However, no matter how hard she tried to push aside dark thoughts and deny it, the worst nightmares would be arriving sooner or later. Nothing could be done, but even after couple of years she would not be prepared enough to say farewell.
Dance's mind couldn't deal yet with the agony of losing someone forever. She didn't want to think of it, but in the nights, the frightening images returned in her dreams. Her mother suffering unimaginable pain before the death would take her in its embrace in the emergency ward. Sometimes she even woke up in shock having her eyes full of tears when Shibuya had literally shaken her to awareness.
Next, that angelic person had taken Dance into her arms without a word. Dance was about to burst out in tears again, but tried to keep up staying strong like a good girl should. Daughter just held tight of the fragile figure for several minutes. Now was her turn to take care of mom. The heart that fought against the decease in her mother's chest passed on warmth to her daughter. The person who had always taken care of her with pure empathy and understanding, gave her the roots to ground. Someday Dance would in return make her proud of her daughter for once. There had been too many disappointments along the way to high school. Dance had got convinced herself of not letting mother leave this world until she could see her daughter standing tall independent. Having achieved her own dream, graduating with master of arts diploma, not stuck as an uneducated yankee.
'Goodnight mom. I love you.' Dance gave gentle kiss on the forehead and mom responded with a slight nod. It was time to let go for today. Slowly her feet began to take her somewhere unknown.
Then, she saw her friend in black relying against a wall looking significantly bored. This time Dance would only care to go ahead on her own without having to explain. Perhaps Shibuya could forgive her this time, if she sent her a message telling to be going for a walk in the city. And also not to forget thank her for the ride. This plan was doomed to fail, she could sigh.
'Where are you going without saying anything at all?' Shibuya gained on her fast, figuring out her intentions. This was one of the rare times Shibuya showed this much of caring.
‘I'm sorry, I just... I have to go somewhere. ' Dance felt better avoiding of eye contact and trying to go on despite her.
'Why in the hell at THIS hour? And where exactly? ' Shibuya tugged the shoulders of her escaping minion. Apparently she did require some kind of explanation and wouldn't just let her go easily.
'I'm not sure yet. I want to be alone. You can drive back home without me, no need to wait for me. ' Dance lowered her head feeling embarrassed to show Shibuya her face having dyed red by the sobbing. And neither wanted she to rise even a slightest concern for the other in vain. Shibuya must be having hard time enough on her own without having to think also of her family sorrows.
Eventually, Dance put Shibuya and all the vague faces behind her back. Her ears closing, she didn't slow down to get response by her stubborn companion. The pulse in her heart intensified. The white walls of hospital exchanged into flashy, beating light rays. And the crowd passing by did not turn any questioning glance on her appearance. She carried on her existence nearly disparent, causing no harm to others at all. Yagami Kumi was about to be fading away from this world from inside.
Nothing could stop her feet from going. She began to pick up the pace. A captivating feeling of sadness took the better of her. The structures of the crowded alley shattered into bokeh behind her tears' blanket.
Smiling was an everyday burden to Dance. For the sake of mother and Shibuya she tried to keep on carrying it for days and days. But what if its weight would crush her beneath it? What if she had no longer the strength to preserve her positive attitude in front of everyone while curtain of happiness began to be based on lies? Nonetheless, she had promised mother to keep on smiling even if others tried to damage it. Many people had reasons of all colors for their evilness. This is how her mother had raised her. To accept the different in good and in bad.
For years she would bottle up these feelings. Her strength did not originate from her raw willpower to fight back the dark side of life with her positivity. The pillars keeping her smile together, the light shiners, were her beloved mom and Shibuya, a person helping her out in tough situations. Until recently, she could have kept herself somewhat happy. But like a bird without its wings, she'd have nothing any more soon.
The steps she was taking had no clear destination. Dance merely kept walking through all sorts of city blocks, her thoughts wandering around frightening shadows.
Then, she became conscious of one bothering feeling. Her body did not obey her. Legs felt weary and her lungs hurt so badly that even her breathing whined. Why did she have to be such a weakling? A nervous wreck, low self-esteemed and bad at fitness. Hurtful words dating back to junior high began to surface in memory.
Dance had crouched near to a wall of a building that stood next to a silent alley. She wanted to rest a little and gather thoughts before having to head back home. Probably Shibuya already was sawing a wood there. A pompously deafening bass thumping broke the hustle and bustle of bypassing crowd on crossing street. A strange shadow approached her. Dance cautiosly turned her gaze out of her knees.
An astonishingly gorgeous, an expensive white coat wearing lady had arrived to help her.
'Are you not all right, darling? ' lady said bowing down to her height.
'No, I mean there is nothing to worry about, I guess...' Dance did her utmost pretending to be all right by grinning and sweeping her eyes. She stood up quickly.
'Oh, I saw you back there looking quite distressed. Having problems with your economy? Family in need of financial help?' the well-dressed lady sympathized.
'Pardon? How did you kno-?' the young black curled girl was startled by surprise. How could she have a clue of her situation? Unbelievable and she thinks she has not run into this woman ever before.
'Keep calm. You see, my late father needed money for a very expensive knee surgery and here, as a newcomer, you can earn double or triple the pay you can get from any part-time job at the best.' the woman revealed more and more of her intentions that made the heart of a high school aged girl clutch and raised anxiousness in her spine.
As having started this conversation, there was no way she could withdraw any more. She swallowed a big lump in her throat. She had to make herself out of this situation somehow politely. She scanned those threateningly flashing neon-signs. Now regretted not having checked which district she had walked into. The lady had sounded a little too friendly to be well-intentioned towards her, after all. She offered her a job, which made every single one of her muscles tremble uncontrollably. No returning from this now. Two powerful men wearing black appeared behind the stranger lady's back.
'Would you like us to introduce you a little to our work steads? In case that our customers will find you likable, we can guarantee you even a couple ten thousands of yens per night. But with that slender structure and attractive face like yours it is likely to happen.
'Well, actually I am little bit in a hurry...- OUCH!' Dance uttered while she was taken by force to the next building. They were indeed going to gobble her up in one piece. Unable to fight back, the stream was taking her where it wanted. But this may be a choice of life and death. If she could truly earn tens thousands of yens in one night, she could cover up the expenses of surgery in no time. As a hostess club servant she had to speak and keep company to customers. But what ever would she talk with some middle-aged men? They even drink alcohol so much that the thought of what could happen frightens. Panic level was taking to spatial measures.
"If I can afford a longer healthier life to my mom by working here a few weeks, I guess I must do this... Must make this sacrifice... Must be unselfish... I need to stand the pain of what a daughter has to take. Forgive me, mom. After this you don't need to be disappointed in me ever again. I'll finally be the good girl you think I am." so echoed her prayer in the depths of desperation.
The red lights flickered by the doorway, where she was to say goodbye to her past purity. In no time, something inside her was bound to be dying slowly. Her childhood had shattered in thousand bloody pieces staining the floor dirtied by sake and ligueur. That ought to be the most aching and shameful secret in Yagami Kumi's entire life. In order to survive this, she had no choice but to harden herself. Shibuya shall never find out. Namely, one of the only few souls that could tolerate her all these years, would never again lay her eyes on Dance, if she knew of the working contract. Let this be locked up and sealed inside the depths of the fragile and broken girl's heart forever and taken to the grave...
'What a mess I've made of me.'
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