The Wallflower Fan Fiction ❯ Notes from the road to Hell ❯ Sunday Night Ride ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not own The Wallflower (AKA Perfect Girl Evolution and Yamatonadeshiko shichihenge).

 

 

 

Today was busy. We had a lunch meeting to discuss our strategy. I was reminded once again why I don't like to go out in public when we were mobbed at the corner restaurant. We had to get out of there! We picked up some quick food and went home. We got something for Sunako, but she was being anti-social in her room. I heard she just took the food and slammed the door. We all went on with our lives, since she obviously didn't want to be around us.

After my afternoon workout, I showered and gathered my strength to ask Sunako about dinner. When I went in, I saw some terrible sights. I thought I had walked into a horror house or something. She took one look at me and screamed. If anyone had a right to scream, it would have been me. (I wouldn't have though.) The others ran in and accused me of assaulting her in some way to make her scream like that. It made me so mad! I lost my temper and said what was really on my mind. Bad move, I suppose, I managed to get everyone mad at me then. I was about to head back to my room when I heard her bedroom window open, and a rustling outside. That psycho was running away, with my free rent. I thought if I followed her, I'd get an idea what was truly bugging her.

When I caught up with her, I saw onlookers mocking her like a beast on the road, and she was whimpering. It was a pathetic sight. If she wasn't so scary, she could have really been in danger. I gave her a mini-lecture about the dangers women face after dark. If she becomes lady-like, it might become an issue. I know how punks operate, I've dealt with many.

Walking her home was an ordeal. People assumed that my being with her was staged. She followed me wordlessly and meek until we returned home. Who knows what she was thinking. I told her not to mention what happened tonight because the others could really give me a difficult time. I have a reputation to uphold and strangers seeing me walking home with what appears to be a bag lady is bad enough. The guys would be merciless, if they knew.

By now, I was simply ravenous, and no one had prepared as much as a pot of rice since we returned from lunch. Takenaga and Ranmaru obviously have never set foot in a kitchen, and Yuki must be too squeamish to touch raw meat. Sunako is holed up in her room, of course, and I decided to leave her alone. I can't cook either, but when faced with a challenge, I meet it head on. After a few minutes, I looked like I had been in a fist fight. My hands were all cut up. Is there really a way to use a knife without injuring yourself? We all were talking about how anti-social Sunako was, and she appeared in the doorway with a knife in hand. After seeing what was in her room, a sharp knife isn't a comforting sight. We thought we were goners. Someone said I should go first…Thanks guys! When we looked again, she was making quick work of a fish on the counter with some awesome knife skills. I had no idea that there was so much blood in a fish! The kitchen looked like a scene out of one of her splatter videos. We left quickly, and returned when we heard and smelled the food cooking. She quickly proved that appearances can be deceiving, because that was one of the best meals I ever had!

Then Ranmaru made a comment about her hair being in a ponytail, so we could see her neck and back. For some reason, some Japanese men like the nape of the neck. That is why the geisha paint their neck like they do. Not as if I've known any. I'll bet Ranmaru has, being the pleasure seeker he is. Perhaps even Takenaga has gone being the traditionalist he is, but only for the tea.

The neck thing led to an all out battle to see her face. In retrospect, it was kinda fun. Sunako is much stronger than I thought she was. I had to use an old wrestling move to get her pinned. I think the others liked watching and by the end I was getting into it too. Heck, I was accused of this very behavior earlier…why not give her a little scare. When her struggling led to flour dumping on her head, she really did look like a geisha for a moment. Then the awful truth was revealed. She wasn't gruesome, until she got a nosebleed. What was up with that? I have no idea what we are going to do with her. We are sooo screwed!