shishi gets rejected

pretty much still the beginning

shishi awakes on a tatami mat in a dark small room. she was asleep near the door of the room where on the opposite farthest end of a room was a middle aged man hunched over writing. shishi routinely looks around and locates her 5 foot tall life size gold plated 70 kg queen statue at her feet. her slight shuffling around caught the attention of the writer who turned and looked at shishi. he was unkempt. his hair was oily and uncombed, his face was greasy and unshaved with distinct eyebags. maybe he was just so invested in his work. 

of course, shishi was taken by storm with this sight. where was andy warhol? where was she? who is this?

"How are you?" the writer asked

shishi didn't know how to respond to being in a disheveled middle aged man's house so she did the thing she does best,

completely and utterly make a fool out of herself.

"yeeeemadaaaaaasleepyanaaaaataaa nooo subeeeetee gaaa smiling_face_with_tearashitaaaa woooonakushiteeesayonaraaaadekizu niibokuuuutoisshoooo niiimadaaa cryAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHANAAATAAA NOOOSUBETTEEE GAAAKATACHI WOONAKUSHITEEEMOO-sayonara dekizu ni smiling_face_with_teararuuuki dasu bokuu toozuttoisshoni grinningAHHYESSSHARU URARAKAZU NI NORIIMAIDASU HANNAAAAAAKIMI NI MOTO E TIBDEIKEEEARIGATOOOSAAAYOOONARAcant rap in japanese hell naaaHARU URARA KAZE NI NORIIIIII MAIDASU HANAAAAAAAAMATA KIMI NI DEAETARANAHARU URARA KEZI NI NOTIIARIGATOOOOSAAyyONAraaasorezoreni michi oooaruite waratttaaakimi tooiboku no asu gahajimaruuuuumissed like 70% of the lyrics skull" she sang out. off-key, of course.

the writer jolted up from surprise. he couldn't believe he halted his book's progress to give shelter to such a ungrateful annoyance. 

the man stood up and lugged the 5 foot tall life size gold plated 70 kg queen statue out the door and then motioned at shishi to leave. 

before shishi left she asked, "who are you and where am i?" [someone with a brain cell prolly possessed her for once]

"What?"

"what"

"Amnesia?"

"what does that word mean"

"It is 1947, we are in Kanagi, Aomori and my name is Shuji Tsushima." there was a bit of hesitation towards the latter end of that statement but its not really anything too noticeable.

shishi said nothing, processing the information as best she could. honestly, thank god because whenever she opens her mouth around this guy is seems like there's a plausible chance she'll break into really bad singing and we don't want to risk that.

"You will be on your way?"

"uh yeah, thanks i guess for not hurting my beloved 5 foot tall life size gold plated 70 kg queen statue."

the only thing that kept Shuji from reporting this girl to authorities was that he didn't want to deal with them. but seriously, what girl appears out of nowhere on the street with a 5 foot tall life size gold plated 70 kg queen statue? weird kid.

"You're welcome."

as shishi left, she glanced at the mailbox on her way out and saw some letters addressed to a fellow named "Dazai Osamu". that's weird, the house is way too small for another person to live there. haha, maybe it was a typo.

shishi pulls out her phone to do more mudae rolls. ah, but her internet really lacks. her messages are sending but barely. i guess she can try again later. shishi puts her phone back. oh. what did that guy say again? 1947? hm, that must be it. whatever, a little bit of time fixes everything. 

shishi sits on the curb with her 5 foot tall life size gold plated 70 kg queen statue by her side. 

"at least the weather is nice." 

it starts raining and thundering and then a tornado forms a couple hundred feet away from her. 

"after what i've been through...it could be worse." she mumbled with a slight smile

shishi's hair begins to stand up but she doesn't really seem to understand what that means.

suddenly, a giant lightning bolt thrusts itself down at shishi's stupid oblivious ignorant body. 

for once, everything is bright, gleaming and golden.

and then everything is dark again.