░『Zephyr』░(KNY OC STORY/ KNY OC X KNY-OLD/DISCONTINUED)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟷: 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜

"He's real stupid, that's for sure. But at least he's dumb enough to believe me when he snoops around." Umimoya dangles the tama kanzashi* in front of the other's faces, a dark grin on her face. "That old woman never knew what was coming. Serves her right for always having me clean up her damn yard." She places the tama kanzashi* in her hair, doing a small twirl to have the sun compliment the gold. This gained Umimoya compliments and encouragement from the few others surrounding her. "Apparently it's supposed to ward off evil spirits, and that just makes it better. They'll annoy her just as much as she annoys me."

Fukurō tried her best to keep in a gasp as she hides behind a tree, eyes widened. She couldn't even believe her ears. Sure, Fukurō never trusted Umimoya in the first place, as she was like a vicious dog leading a group of others. She didn't even believe Sekiei when he said Umimoya was his friend. Or, 'Umi-chan', he would call for short.

For weeks, Umimoya had tricked Sekiei into believing she was a sweet girl. Compassionate, caring, and welcoming. That she had no enemies, and that she hated no one. But without him around, her faulty mask would break and fall.  Not only was she talking behind his back, but she stole from Sekiei's own grandmother. But why would Umimoya still stay 'friends' with him if he would annoy her so much? Oh, right. Because Sekiei's family was wealthy. Just because his parents owned a business, it meant that he could easily be used as a stepping stone for precious valuables as gifts. And Sekiei was too kind to see the truth. Fukurō's fists clench, the anger inside her bubbling up like lava. She knew she would soon erupt.She steps out from her hiding place, walking towards Umimoya and her followers. 

"Oh— Fukurō-san—!"

Fukurō swings her fist at Umimoya's face, her knuckles landing on the girl's cheek. Umimoya falls to the ground, wincing in pain as the pain in her cheek throbs and aches. "What the hell, Kazekachi! You're insane! You've gone crazy!" She screams, kicking Fukurō's leg with her foot.

Fukurō grabs Umimoya's ankle, pushing it aside as she snatches the tama kanzashi* from Umimoya's hair. "You're unbelievable. Telling me I've gone crazy while I've just overheard you bragging about stealing from a helpless woman. Let alone backstab Sekiei-kun like that." Looking around, Fukurō grips onto Umimoya's sleeve. She felt powerful, how vulnerable she could make Umimoya from just a punch. "..And from looking around, you seem a bit helpless too. It's just you and me, Umi-chan." 

"YOU INSANE, CRAZY, IDIOT!" Umimoya shouts, staggering to get up as she pushes Fukurō to the ground instead. Scratches, slaps, and more punches were exchanged, the two girls getting into a cat fight.

"Umi-chan! Fukurō-chan!"

Sekiei wraps bandages around Fukurō's knuckles, her joints still bruised and slightly bloody. She was still tense from the adrenaline, breath laboured. "Why would you fight with Umi-chan?" Sekiei inquired, glimpsing at the hair accessory placed beside Fukurō on the hardwood floor. "Did something happen? You know you can talk to me if there's something going on at home. But even still, you shouldn't take out your anger on her."

Fukurō's eyes softened, leaning her forehead on Sekiei's shoulder. "... please stop listening to her, Sekiei-kun. Trust me, I wouldn't lay a finger on anyone. Just please hear me out—" Fukurō's voice was filled with desperation. 'Please, don't let me lose you too.'

"I'm not listening to her. I just want to hear your side of the story."

Fukurō nods, curling and uncurling her fingers as she tries to get used to the bandages around them. "She was talking about you, Sekiei-kun. She said that you were dumb enough to keep quiet when you 'snoop around'. And that you're stupid." Her fury built up inside her once more as she recalled the statement. "And she stole from your Obaa-san*. She took the tama kanzashi* from her. She even put it in her hair and showed it off."