After lunch, Xun and Taraka are sitting on the same footpath, watching the traffic of Shanghai. Banjiro didn't come to school today though..
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"Hi, I am Taraka. Age 17. Height 6'7"."
"No you are not! You are 5'6"!" Xun shouted.
"Was interrupting my introduction very important to you? Motherfucker! Don't act with your dad like this!" Taraka shouted, his voice high.
"AND I AM 5'8" OKAY? 2 inches taller than YOU!!!"
"NO! I AM TALLER, MOTHERFUCKER! AND..."
"You are not my dad!!" Xun declared loudly, still sitting on the footpath.
"FUCK YOU!"
"Then pay your 55 yuan debt!" I said, holding my imaginary cigarette to my lips and puffing like a protagonist in some movie. I exhaled my breath—no smoke—but acted like I am the coolest person on earth.
"I ain't paying that," Xun said back, holding his imaginary cigarette and puffing, copying my style.
"That ain't cool, Xun. You are just speed-running lung cancer," I said coldly, looking up, my gaze straight at his eyes with a glare that would make anyone creep out.
"Gahh!" I also made a horror sound, trying to creep him out even more.
But unfortunately, it didn't work...
"You were doing the same thing, motherfucker! And this ain't even a cigarette; I just gestured like that," Xun argued loudly.
"Xun... the person who does the crime and the person who promotes the crime both are equally responsible."
"Stop your philosophy and let's go to class," Xun said, knowing that he would lose the argument, so he just switched the focus.
"Fine!" Taraka sighed as they crossed the traffic.
"Hey, that motherfucker on the bike almost killed me!" Taraka shouted, looking at the red bike going by.
Now in the infamous hallway, we are walking like sigmas again.
Eh? What's in my pocket? I felt a cloth in my back pocket.
I put my hand in my pocket to see what it is...
I pulled it out with my right hand.
Eh? A cloth bag? Oh! Wait, I remember....
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"Hey! Taraka, you bring 20 packets of Nays and 9 Depsi while coming from school," my ugly big sister said, lying on the couch playing with her Mintendo Switch, throwing the cloth bag at me.
"I won't," I said, sitting in the space the cow left, turning on the TV to watch anime.
"Say again," the cow said, still playing games.
"I won't..." Looking at her, I said softly.
"Say LOUDER!" she shouted, still playing.
"I WON'T!" I shouted loud.
What a lazy person!
I thought...
She looked at me with watery eyes. "Did you just argue with your big sister?" she said, sobbing.
"I thought you were my brother," she said, still acting and shedding crocodile tears.
"I never thought you would..."
"Mehhh... Sister, can you stop? Episode 69 of Shit Note is starting. I need to see what Mr. Dark does today to make people shit and to defeat L (Lame)."
"You are giving more importance to an anime than me?" She sobbed with more crocodile tears.
"I didn't expect this from you, Taraka." She shed more tears.
...
And at last, I took the shitty work and she gave me the bag. I wanted to watch Shit Note, and she was just crying and interrupting me.
And the anime "Was" important than that cow...
"Hey! Taraka, why are you standing there for the past 5 minutes?" Xun shouted, looking at me.
"Are you thinking about your life choices again? And what's that?" Xun came forward, seeing my right hand.
"What's this?" Xun said, taking it and unfolding it.
"A cloth bag?" Xun said, opening it and seeing inside.
"Empty, huh? You're still broke," Xun smirked.
"Classmate Xun... Can you give it to me?" I said, placing my hand in front in an exaggerated pose.
"Taraka? You wanna experience something new?" Xun said, smiling and looking inside the bag again.
"Well, if it's fun, then yeah? I will try," I said, looking at him.
Xun in an instant pulled the bag and put it fucking over my head in 1.2 seconds.
"You motherfucker, Xun! I can't see!" I swiped my hands.
Xun held the bag with one hand and hit me in the head.
"You motherfucker!" I was still swiping my hands around, lunging crazily.
But then...
Crack*
I felt something... something soft but hard. Something round, something spherical.
"Fu..." Xun's mouth closed.
Eh? He stopped hitting me? I slowly removed the bag from my head.
Xun was lying in front of me.
"Xun? You okay? What happened? You okay?" I knelt, shaking him.
Xun's eyes were closed.
But they slowly opened as I shook him violently.
"Yeah... I am fine..." Xun said, broken.
"Well then, bye!" I said, running to my class and putting the bag in my pocket.
"Hey! Stop! At least help me, motherfucker! You hit me in the nuts again!" Xun stood up slowly, walking too.
"Fuck yourself! I ain't gonna help you!" I shouted, looking behind.
That day, Xun realized that even after getting hit in such a place, even in pain... when his whole body was feeling it... he was happy. Because when Taraka was shaking him... he saw concern, a genuine concern in his eyes.
And that concern? No one had ever showed that concern to him before.
"Thanks, Taraka... Thanks for being my friend," Xun whispered, smiling.
"I was just concerned about you because I don't want a murder charge on me!" Taraka laughed on the other end of the hallway, hearing Xun's soft but loud whisper.
But my words never reached Xun. Because those were lies. Lies to joke again.
"Thanks, Xun. Thanks for being my friend... I never had such fun before," Taraka whispered—a whisper that reached Xun.
"Thank God for giving us a chance at the end. Thanks for everything." Xun and Taraka both cried with joy.
The bell rings****
"Oh? It's time for class again. Come, Xun! Run fast!" I said, stopping and looking behind at him walking.
"Coming!!"
"You are SLOW."
Taraka said mocking again.
"MOTHAFUCKAA!!"