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𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟴, 𝗝𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗡
"Fuck, I'm so bored."
"Yeah, well the fuck do you want me to do about it?"
A group of self-proclaimed delinquents lazed around a bus stop, their heads held high as they looked at everyone who was around them like they were peasants and they were esteemed noblemen.
"Be quiet."
The entire gang went silent as they looked at their leader - no, their king, with respect. For every group, there is a hierarchy. In every hierarchy, there is a ruler, even for the worst of the worst. Yet, the gang's ruler paid no mind to his subordinates. His entire focus was on her.
Approaching the bus stop was a young lady, with a colorful button-up blouse that had many patterns of something you would see in an art exhibit. The shirt was tucked into a fitting pair of black jeans and she wore a simple pair of black heeled boots. She had golden hoop earrings and colorful bracelets around her wrists that looked like something made at a summer camp for kids, and a light green headscarf that held her long hair into a low ponytail. Finally, she had thrown on a pair of sunglasses with gold accents to shield her eyes from the scorching sun that made the cool air feel much warmer than it was supposed to be.
She dragged a small suitcase around her with a matching black handbag laying on her other arm. Judging from her suitcase, she appeared to be a foreigner, though he assumed so from her looks as well. She had golden-bronze skin that shined brightly in the sun, and her two front strands of hair were dyed bright green against her long pitch-black hair that stopped above her waist. She was also taller than the average female in Japan as well, maybe standing at 170 centimeters.
She walked with her head held high, not even sparing a single glance towards the wannabe criminal gang that hoarded around the bus stop.
"Hello," the young woman spoke to the bus driver, lifting her sunglasses to speak to him. "I was wondering if this bus is heading to Tokyo. My Japanese is a bit rusty so I wanted to make sure."
The driver gave a smile, not used to being spoken kindly by a teenager. "It's no trouble Miss, and yes! If traffic is kind to us then we'll arrive in Tokyo in less than half an hour. Also, your Japanese is great for a newcomer. You speak like a native!"
She gave a small nod of appreciation, and began to board the bus, choosing to take one of the few seats in the back. Flipping through a magazine, she paid no mind to the group of teenagers looking at her like she was their last meal.
"Shit, she's smoking," an obnoxious voice said not so quietly.
"Yeah, smoking rich. I think that purse of hers is Chanel."
