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Yuko was angry. Who could tell why… Maybe she had gotten another mouthful from one of her teachers, or maybe she had gotten into a fight with her mother over her somewhat poor life choices. Regardless of the cause, she had a lot of pent up frustration to let out, so she did what she would usually do when she was mad; Project all of her personal problems into an inanimate object and beat the shit out of it!
Having sneaked into a local junkyard, she was currently venting her anger on a rusty old car whose engine had been taken out and not been used in ages. She was dressed casually, in a pair of ripped jeans and a black top that had a skull and crossbones pattern on it and left her smooth abdomen exposed. Her hair was sweaty and all kinds of messy, since she overexerted herself wielding that heavy steel crow bar, smashing the car’s windows to a million pieces and bashing its hood until what little paint was left on it peeled off and the metal surface filled with many dents.
Nothing about a junkyard yells oil and rusty old vehicle parts that's seen better days. The scent of it was inescapable, like a plague spreading around the world, waiting to attach itself on its mortal enemy. Yasu was clueless as to why she would find herself upon a graveyard filled with beat up junk that nobody cared enough to tamper with it, and see if it can work. Some of the stuff are honestly inoperable, maybe a flick of the wrist and some pixie dust can give some of these broken parts a good fix. It's not like she's in some type of fantasy story, despite dressing up like she is in one. Things aren't all that easy and even with the skills for fixing broken things, that Yasu was blessed with. Some of the stuff doesn't seem like she would want to touch it. There are some stuff that she would be willing to go on a scavenger hunt for. To make collect things and make whatever she obtained from this junkyard, and craft it out of boredom.
When the wizard dressing weirdo was digging through junk, like an animal trying to find any left over food thrown away in a trash can. She can hear the sound of beating, and thrashing on metal parts. The sound that Yasu was now noticing, made it apparent to her ears that it could be nearby. The sound of the banging could just be some of the employees working here, and moving stuff around. Nevertheless, Yasu would check out the source of the noise, as she got her rear end out of the pile of junk, and dusted herself off before taking a trip to where the noise could be. Each step Yasu took, the noise began to sound more clearly. Albeit a little loud. It sounded like someone was mad about something. Yasu continued her walk to the sound, until her crimson not demon like, red eyes saw a girl that looked like she had seen better days. "Are you ok?!" Yasu shouted.
As the sounds of violent destruction filled the air, a more disconcerting sound was suddenly heard, being that of a human voice. Yuko’s eyes widened, for a moment thinking that it was once of the junkyard’s workers and she was gonna get in trouble for breaking their stuff without permission. Although, on second thought, most junkyard workers usually didn’t sound like high-pitched Japanese girls, did they? Turning around, the first thing that naturally stood out to Yuko about this newcomer was her outlandish getup. “What the… Did you get lost on your way to an anime convention or something?” It was either that, or this girl was an extremely passionate DnD player, who always picked the black mage class.
Throwing her unwieldy crowbar behind her, letting it crash into a nearby pile of junk parts, the piercing-riddled teenager ran a hand through her messed up, multicolor hair. “I’m fine, just really, REALLY angry! That crowbar also didn’t do shit. Can you find any heavier weapons lying around here? Or maybe you could magic one up… You know, like a wizard. Heheh.” She chuckled, joking of course. She was pretty sure that this girl wasn’t an actual wizard… Was she?
The comment given by the strange girl, randomly beating up junk for God knows what reason, gave her a little laugh. " And you look like you're still in your edgy goth girl phase" Yasu dramatically pointed at the girl with an out of this world hair color, with her index finger like she was about to declare war on this chick. Yasu was told that everyone in this world is different, but guess she shouldn't judge a book by its cover. The way she looked, made Yasu think that she's in some edgy hard rock band or something. Wasn't necessarily Yasu's type of music.
"Why are you angry, and I don't think a crowbar is super effective if you want some real damage, just use those machines that crushes vehicles -- make them turn into a small cube" She wasn't sure what those things were called, but she described them perfectly. "I see that you're interested in my appearances" She says as Yasu ran her finger across her wizard looking red hat.
“I’m not a goth!” Yuko retorted, but perhaps she was being pedantic about the use of the incorrect term itself, rather than its accuracy or inaccuracy. After all, she seemingly didn’t object to being called ‘edgy’, nor did she try to deny that this was all just a ‘phase’ of hers. Semantics, like diamonds, were a woman’s best friend. The other girl acted fairly antagonistic as well, dramatically pointing her finger at Yuko, as if declaring her to be her newfound arch-nemesis.
All tension was lost, however, when the Hogwarts dropout suggested that instead of bashing the car with a blunt object, she should instead use a machine built just for that purpose. That suggestion left Yuko dumbfounded and speechless for several seconds. “Holy crap… You’re a genius! I was interested before, but now I’m REALLY interested!” Forgetting all about her anger and acting like a kid getting giddy at the prospect of destroying shit, the punk girl started scouring the junkyard for the machine in question, which was aptly called a ‘car crusher’.
“Okay, I can see the crane over there, but we gotta find the compactor where we’ll drop the car in to get crushed. Do you see anything?” She asked the costumed weirdo, while searching through mountainous piles of junk herself.
Yasu in a state of shock, as she noticed the random shift of mood. At first the chick looked like she was mad, and wanted to smash everything in sight. Like a raging beast who only had one objective, to destroy. She didn't know that the girl would take her seriously about using a piece of machinery to do more damage to the already damaged vehicles. She wasn't down to getting in trouble with the people that work here, if the two ended up toying with something that isn't there's, but the girl didn't seem to care. Teenage rebellion was a thing and started to spread like wildfire.
"I-i don't think that's a good idea, we don't want to mess around and break what they usually work with" Yasu explained nervously, hoping to knock some senses into this crazy girl. "What if we break it? Who's going to pay for the damage? I wouldn't mind seeing you get the boot, but i'd rather not mess with something that doesn't belong to us" Maybe explaining the consequences of her actions can get her to back down on her eagerness to cause mayhem on someone's property.
“Oh man, it’s gonna be so cool! One of us is gonna get into the crane and operate it. Then we’ll grab the car with the claw thing, drop it into the compactor and watch as it slooowly gets crushed into a cube. It’s gonna be great!” Yuko mused out loud in a state of excitement that felt almost childlike, a stark contrast from the hormonal, destructive teenager she was acting like mere moments ago. Then again, she was eagerly daydreaming about crushing a used car, so perhaps part of her was still destructive.
Alas, the other girl had to act as the voice of reason, crushing her dreams much harder than she planned to crush that car. “Killjoy…” Yuko curtly said with a deep frown. Her disappointment was evident, but she knew that the wizard cosplayer had a valid point about getting in big trouble if caught. “Okay, fine! We won’t commandeer their car crusher.” Realizing that she didn’t even know this girl, she reasoned that it was time for some proper introductions. “The name’s Himura Yuko. What’s yours?”
Yasu defined the mechanical thing perfectly, because that's what all junkyards have and its the only machine that can do things like that. Unless someone wants to go the unconventional way, and use a bulldozer to do the trick. Although one couldn't necessarily find those things, unless you're on a construction site, which it's far from a construction site. Yasu had successfully knocked some sense into this girl.
Yasu understood that she wanted to tear things apart and have some fun. Yasu had some of her experiences, ruining things. She can build stuff, but can also destroy things. However, the destroying part is unintentional. She just seems to contract a case of bad luck. Being good with one thing, but sucking at the same time. The girl named, Yuko had introduced herself to Yasu. Two Y and U names, pretty coincidental. "My name is Yasu Tanaka, pretty boyish for a last name, huh"
The witch-hatted girl introduced herself as Yasu Tanaka, noting how her own name might have sounded more masculine in comparison. Yuko simply waved her hand dismissively at that. “Nah, it doesn’t sound that boyish. If anything, it makes me think that your ancestors were rice farmers. Can’t say it rings a bell though. Do you attend Shibuya High School too? I haven’t really seen your face around, and I definitely would have noticed a gal dressed like you!”
Since by decree of the no-fun wizard they weren’t allowed to break things in the junkyard anymore, they might as well kill their time doing chit-chat. This girl seemed cool in Yuko’s book. The female delinquent walked up to another car she hadn’t smashed yet and sat on its hood with her legs dangling idly. There was nothing quite like the feeling of sitting on a dirty, dusty surface to soothe one’s weary buttocks. “For real, though, why are you dressed like that?” She curiously asked Yasu.
Yuko's comment made her think, to Yasu it was a bit boyish to her, because of the fact that her parents weren't too great when it came to naming their child. Also because they originally planned a boy, but out came Yuko. One other comment struck her like a Machete to a grapevine. She never grew up in a far, or never been around one. She has a cousin who works on a farm, but her parents weren't some pair of couple who grew up on the sticks. She surely didn't sound like a country girl either. Yasu wasn't into the ancestry thing, and found it kind of wack. She didn't have the time to go dig up her whole family history as if she ever cared.
"I do attend at Shibuya--This isn't something that I normally wear to school of course!" Yasu answered, letting Yuko know that she only wears this git up, outside of school. Like a hero who only wears their costume, when not doing normal human things. She dresses up like any normal girl at school, she does the standing out when she isn't around people who doesn't go to the same school as her. In order to avoid getting made fun of, but who cares. Yuko sounded like she was interested to know why Yasu dressed like a wizard.
The wind started to pick up, as the bottom of her cape began to move. Yasu took her cape with her right hand, and covered half of her face with it, like she was a crime-fighting cape crusader. Busting bad guys at night, doing the city justice of riding criminals and throwing them in prison. "Because...." Her voice trailed deep, as if she was about to narrate a detective story "I'm Yasu Tanaka!"
“Huh, I see. Makes sense how I never noticed you then.” Yuko mused, placing her index finger in front of her chin, as if pondering. If Yasu didn’t wear her cool warlock cosplay in school - which really was for the best, considering the school’s very strict dress code - then she would probably go unnoticed, since she wouldn’t be much different than every other teenage girl in Japan who was under 5,4 in height and had dark, straight hair. Ironically, this made Yuko the bigger weirdo of the two, since she still waltzed in school with her dyed hair and face full of piercings.
Oh, but Yasu was still acting pretty weird, providing no explanation for why she dressed like that outside of school, other than declaring her own name in a very dramatic fashion. “Yup, that’s your name alright! But, what does being Yasu Tanaka mean to you exactly?” The punk girl asked her deep, introspective question of the day, while patting the space next to her for her new acquaintance to sit on.
Yasu was aware of the dress code at the school and wouldn't violate it, since it would be stupid of her to wear something like this as if she was at a carnival or a Halloween party. It still didn't excuse the fact that people are weirder than the way she dresses, so there's that. She had to take into the account that there are times and places to act like a total weirdo, and the times to have some sense of modesty. While Yasu does look like the kind of girl that does what she wants.
She is somehow who wants to avoid getting in trouble with someone. However, she isn't restricted to the things she would like to do. Maybe Yuko can push Yasu to her limit in total weirdness, considering that these two looked weird. Yasu noticed the overly fashioned hairstyle that Yuko had, she recently pointed out that she looked like she belonged in some punk rock band. The school probably didn't mind her hair.
Yuko brought up an interesting question, yet Yasu felt like she can only provide little answers. "You raise an interesting question, young one" Yasu nodded, as she placed one of her hands on her chin as if she was thinking. "However, I cannot answer that question for I have no answers to give you" Yasu replied as though she was sounding like an old wizard to a wizard apprentice. Like a teacher to a student so to speak.
“Heh. Alright, alright. You can keep your secrets, old wise sage.” Yuko replied to the wizard-hatted girl, ultimately deciding that the best thing she could do was play along for the time being. If Yasu was actually cosplaying as a DnD character, it would make sense for her to keep giving such weird, cryptic answers. The most hardcore of nerds often stayed in-character at all times, even when they weren’t playing the game. It was a type of method acting that took a lot of commitment.
“It doesn’t matter. You be you, and I’ll be me.” The delinquent girl said, before stretching her arms and legs and laying down on the hood of the car, staring up at the sky. Ouch, bad idea! The sun was a bit too bright for her eyes, so she rolled on her side, facing Yasu while resting her cheek on her hand. “So, what brings you here? This place isn’t exactly very magical.” Yuko asked in a friendly manner. Yes, friendly, since the other girl had been nothing but nice to her. Yuko was only a bitch to people who deserved it.