《Owning a cute little pet》The fucked up end
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It happened only a few moments after entering the train at the station.
The three of us had bought the tickets, which by the way are freaking expensive, and took the train to Akihabara. At this time of the day there were relatively few people around the train and we just sat down on the nearest seats minding our own business.
As usual in this hyper polite country japan it was almost completely silent, the only sound audible was the reoccurring rattling of the trains engine and wheels on the train rails. Trying to avoid any unnecessary trouble we also remained as quiet as possible and only whispered to each other.
The atmosphere was quite peaceful and refreshing, that was until that horrible girl appeared from nowhere.
The train had held at a station, ten minutes away from Akihabara, when she appeared all of sudden. She stormed into the train and looked around, obviously searching for something. Her eyes seemed dangerous, so I avoided her looks, but Mei wasn’t fast enough and ended up staring at her.
Their eyes met and for a few seconds they stared into each other’s eyes.
Honestly, I already knew that this couldn’t have a good end. The bad vibes this unknown girl gave off where just too bad.
For some reason after staring at Mei for some unknown amount of time her eyes suddenly fell on me. In that instant her formerly somewhat calm exteriors exploded and was replaced by madness.
“You… are a pervert!”, she suddenly stated and pointed at me.
My mind went blank and I stared at her for some time.
Well… it’s true, but how the FUCK did she guess that? The girls weren’t wearing strange things (except for their collars, but that could be taken as a fashion style) and behaved ordinary. I also hadn’t attempted any moves at them and we literally looked like a bunch of friends on their way to the clubs.
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So how did this girl know?
Before I could think about this any longer the situation turned even more outrageous.
“DIE!!!!”, that scary lunatic suddenly shouted and pulled out a telescope stick from her jacket. With a single movement she fully intended the steel weapon and run towards me.
The situation was too unreal.
“ALL MEN MUST DIE!!!
ALL PERVERTS MUST DIE!!!”, she girl continued to scream some nonsensical things while I jumped up from my seat and moved towards her descending figure.
Despite the sheer absurdity of the whole thing my somewhat experienced self knew that it was wiser to attack rather than letting myself being attacked by a 50cm steel stick. Also, since that girl was obviously a crazy lunatic and feminist I was really quite afraid of what she would try to do to me.
As a result, I was quite fierce while countering her attack.
Seeing that I was approaching her, the girl’s lips curled into a sick smile and her eye’s shone in a really weird way.
How can I say this… she was the most horrifying weirdo I had ever seen and my best friend was a woman called Jill…
God, I was terrified.
She swung her stick against my head and I barely managed to block it with my left arm. The impact immediately numbed the whole limb and waved of hot pain radiated down towards my shoulder. Inwardly I cursed that I hadn’t brought a weapon with me.
Despite that and ignoring my pain I stepped forwards and tried to ram my female attacker.
Sadly, the girl managed to dodge by letting herself fall forwards and essentially sidestepping me. Soon after a second strike hit my back and forced me to grit my teeth in pain.
At this point I cursed the girls thirteen generations of ancestors and my own stupidity to leave my bodyguards at the hotel. This world really was too dangerous!
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This time I managed to react fast enough.
I kicked backwards and managed to connect to the girls left leg, sweeping it away from under her body and making her fall towards me. Gritting my teeth again I clutched my fist, turned my waist and punched her right into the lower stomach.
Yes, I aimed for the uterus.
She gasped for air and collapsed on the floor. Pained groaning came from the ground and I was quite sure that she was done in.
Thinking that she might still try to attack and honestly just being really furious I did not stop there and instead kicked her, aiming for the same spot I had hit before.
One kick
Two kicks
Three kicks
Four kicks.
I stopped at the fifth one since it seemed like she was about to faint.
Her whole body had begone to tremble and tears where streaming down her face. Spit was smeared all over her face and she looked like one disgusting mess.
Enough was enough and I looked over to Shiina and Mei to make sure they were fine.
Both girls had already stood up, Shiina was calling the police while Mei was vigilantly staring at the girl on the ground. Both were rather calm, considering that they had just witnessed me beating down some young woman until she was completely broken.
Then again, they had been attacked by an assassin earlier this day.
The other passengers on the train were staring at me in awe and seemed quite worried for the girl. Some of them gave me reprimanding looks and two of them even tried to blame me with words, but everyone had clearly seen how it was her who had attacked me and even those who thought I had gone overboard with how I had beaten her up had to admit that it was legitimate self-defense.
In the end I felt slightly bad for beating that crazy girl so badly, after all she was just a nutjob. So, I left the police with my number in case she needed an expensive treatment. I could afford to be generous after all.
Naturally we weren’t blamed for the incident and Uncle Yamato even send two policemen to escort us back to the hotel.
Despite that the day was absolutely ruined and we could only go to bad after this very fucked up first day in japan.
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