"We could've gone to a cheaper place, or, we could've made breakfast at home, you know?"
"Last time I checked, there's no food at your place."
The brunette rolled her eyes.
"That's because you eat too much, Yumi."
She replied sharply, a small glare visible in her eye.
"You're the one that let's me eat. I always ask first."
"Learn to say no. Maybe we will have food at home then."
"Fine.."
The two sit in silence for a moment, the black-haired girl staring at the menu, while the other fidgeted with one of the loose straps of her backpack.
"What can I get you two?"
A male voice asked, as a man stopped by their table. Eyes filled with tiredness, and a notepad and pen in hand.
"I'll have whatever is cheapest." The brunette, Kiroku, requested.
"I'll take your Kaisen Ramen." The black-haired woman demanded.
"okay..."
The man responded dryly, writing the order down on the notepad before walking off.
"How's your hand..?"
The brunette asked, turning towards her tan friend, looking worriedly towards her bandaged right hand.
"Still hurts, but, I'm not gonna pay for the hospital bill."
"You're hand was badly burnt.."
"My insurance doesn't cover self-immolation, Kiro."
"I suppose it would be expensive to get it treated.."
"Plus, I am sure we can use it for something good."
The man returned once more. This time, with a small plastic board that held a bowl and a glass of water.
"Here you go.."
The man handed the glass to the brunette, and the bowl to the other woman.
"Hey, could I get some tea as well? The most expensive kind, please. Boiling hot too, please."
"yeah, sure.."
And so, the man left once more, seemingly more tired than five minutes ago.
"What are you planning now, Yumi..?"
The brunette asked, wrapping her slender fingers around the glass.
"Free food, duh."
The girl responded, a small smirk growing onto her face.
"Just gently push him once he returns. He'll pour it all over me, and I'll make it look like he burnt my hand!"
"Isn't that called Fraud?"
"I'd rather call it free food."
The girl responded, moving her hand underneath the table, slowly taking the bandages off, while her left hand maneuvered the chopsticks to eat her noodles.
"And why should I help you with that..?"
The woman seemed a bit caught off guard by the question, but was still quick to answer,
"You'd get the tea. I heard It's great."
"..."
"You're hopeless, Yumi.."
The brunette commented, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she lifted the glass to her lips, pouring the water into her mouth.
"here he comes.."
The woman whispered, looking towards the other, staring into her eyes, trying to grasp her decision.
"good grief, fine..."
Underneath the woman's intense gaze, the brunette came to the conclusion that it would be best to follow commands, so she rose from the table, just as the man reached the table.
"here's the tea.."
And exactly as planned, when he picked the cup tea up and lifted it towards table. Just then, the brunette pretended to walk towards the bathroom, bumping shoulders with the man, who stumbled forward, dropping the teacup in the woman's lap,
"Ahh! FUCK!"
She recoiled, a quiet but clear groan of pain escaping her as she clutched her wrist. Her breaths came out as short, loud gasps as she slowly showing her hand, now clearly red, with small bubbles forming.
"YOU SPILLED TEA ON ME, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"
She shouted in pain, staring at the man, who seemed completely out of it, staring at the hand with blank, almost dead eyes.
"..."
No words came from him.
"JESUS CHRIST! IT FUCKING BURNS! CALL AN AMBULANCE OR SOMETHING, YOU USELESS FUCK OF A MAN!"
She shouted once more, despite it, the man didn't budge. Luckily, the drama had gotten every other living being in the café to look towards them, some quick to call emergency service.
"i should kill myself.."
The man finally spoke. His voice no louder than a whisper, and it surely had no wax in comparison to the tan woman's burning candle of a temper.
He slowly backed away, dropping the board used to bring the tea, before he suddenly ran, leaving only the Café's bell to tell everyone that he had left the building.
"Holy shit, Yumi! Are you alright?!"
Kiroku was quick to hurry over, kneeling down by the woman, to try and inspect the damage.
"Does it fucking look like it?!"
"It's gonna be fine, Yumi! An ambulance is on the way!"
"That's great! 'Cause it really feels like I need a fucking amputation soon!"
Hearing the woman's pained voice, Kiroku was quick to act, grabbing her by her left hand, and quickly rushing towards the bathrooms, kicking the door to one of the stalls open and hurrying towards the sink, turning the facet on all the way to cold at max force.
"There!"
She said, grabbing the woman's arm and forcing it underneath the water stream.
"JESUS- It's cold!"
"It's just what you need, alright! keep it there until the ambulance arrives!"
The other woman replied, locking the stall door before she stopped for a moment, letting herself take a deep breath.
"I got it on camera.."
She admitted quietly, turning to face the other woman, who seemed more than distracted dealing with the hellish state her entire hand was in.
"We don't have to think about free food.. we can sue him.."
The brunette continued, slowly inching closer to the woman.
"He said he wanted to kill himself..."
"Well, he's gonna wish he had hung himself, as we take everything he has to his name, in court.."
Her arms wrapped around the aching woman's waist, pulling herself close against her back. A small, almost sadistic glint in her eye as she stared into the mirror, at herself and the woman.
"Just get me a fucking wet towel, would'ya? I'm trying not to scream here.."
"Oh, sure!"
And the situation quickly dissolved, as the woman parted from the other, hurrying out of the stall to grab some spare toilet paper, returning with a bunch folded nicely together
"Here you go! Also, the ambulance is here!"
The woman informed, approaching the woman and turning the faucet off, instead wrapping the ice cold paper towel around her hand.
All signs of her former act gone. Like it never existed.
At a young age, a psychopath learns that certain emotions are expected from them. And with a flick of a switch, they can change between them.