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SHE KNEW THIS DAY WAS GOING TO BE BAD, BUT SHE DIDN'T EXPECT IT TO BE AN ABSOLUTE SHITSHOW.
"JOIN," demands Ushijima. A strip of purple fabric tangles between taped fingers as he holds it outstretched towards her. It matches the one tied around his bicep, and the one around Mad Dog's belt loop.
Thing's aren't really processing in her smooth brain; all Michiko can do is manage out a choked gasp. She's still trying to wrap her head around the fact that Ushijima Wakatoshi, the only man in her entire life to reject her, is in front of her. It's been one, two, three how many years? He also happens to be some sort of authoritative figure of the notorious 210, a gang known for its ruthlessness and countless victories. And now he is asking her to join in that ever straightforward way of his.
She eyes the outstretched fabric, mind blank as the rain turns it a darker purple.
There's a strangled pause before,
"What?!" She cries at the same time as Mad Dog who snaps out of his own stupor.
Ushijima remains impassive and ignores him. "Join the 210."
Join the 210. Join the 210 Join the 210. His voice echoes in her head and as she begins to get an information overload. "Hold up," she holds her hands up, "you're here." She tilts her head up slightly to meet his intense gaze.
"Yes."
"Like, in front of me."
"Yes."
"And you want me to become part of your gang."
"Yes."
There is yet another awkward pause with only the sound of rain making the atmosphere a little bit more bearable.
"What makes you think I'll join? Hah?" Comes her undignified response while she throws herself a little tantrum. After the initial shock, disgruntlement becomes the predominant feeling simply because it is Ushijima Wakatoshi, the only guy in her entire life to reject her. Who in the right mind would reject an absolute goddess like Nikolaev Michiko? Sure, maybe she's looking a little worse for wear at the moment, but that isn't really an indication of how good she can suck dick.
"You know you won't survive," he says blandly, thankfully unaware of the little rant she had. Not exactly true, considering he doesn't know her true assassin nature. She wasn't about to tell him that she is a contract killer when he was just a normal boy in high school.
