Hirono pulled out a stick of RAM and started smoking it.

Characters: Hirono Shimizu, Yukie Utsumi
Warnings: Extreme Hirono language, jazz, removal of shirts, and two girls laying in the same bed. Some drinking. May lead to sexual fantasies.

Yukie made small steps down a random, nameless street, because a lot of those existed in Japan. She was tired out from her practice, and her wrists throbbed and felt like they were about to gush some sort of blood after the drills. Someone to talk to would've been helpful, but no. No one cared. No one. She just wanted to jump off the nearest roof... Except maybe not that far. She'd leave that to Yuko.

Hirono was sitting on the sidewalk, resting against the wall of a building. She had headphones on, and occasionally bobbed her head to whatever she was listening to (which was hopefully music).

Yukie looked tiredly off into the distance, trying to decipher how much longer she had to go. However, the only thing in her future that really caught her eye was... well, the only person was Hirono. So that changed her social cravings. However, she seemed focused on whatever she was listening to, so she began to walk by as if she were a nobody. Just a casual walk...

Needless to say, her walk was quick.

Hirono glanced up at her, and moved her headphones off of one ear. She didn't intend to say anything, but if Yukie was going to make any remarks, she sure as hell wanted to hear them. It's hard to reply to something you don't hear.

Yukie twitched slightly when Hirono moved her headphones, then turned to face her. She looked uncomfortable and rather intimidated.

Deciding she was speechless, she turned back again and started to walk.

Hirono muttered something under her breath, but purposely let the word 'bitch' be just slightly audible. She put her headphones back on as if she hadn't said anything.

Yukie walked backwards and stopped back at Hirono to glare at her.
"If you have something to say, then say it to my face," she snapped.

Hirono removed her headphones completely, letting them rest around her neck. "I said, 'fuck you too then, bitch.'" she said rather loudly.

Yukie's shoulders dropped. "As if I haven't heard that one before. Try again?"

"I'd rather not waste my time." Hirono wasn't in an especially good mood. She slouched back a bit, taking her headphones off of her neck and setting them on top of the CD player beside her.

Yukie glanced at her headphones and nodded. "...Me either. Have a good afternoon, then."

"So like... what kind of music are you listening to?"

Hirono blinked. "Well...uh...nothing you'd care about." She seemed a bit evasive.

Now Yukie was interested. "Well, you can't say that for certain..."

"Trust me, you wouldn't be interested. Why don't you just go back to ignoring me and walk on off like you own the place." Hirono had a bit of nervousness in her voice, which she tried to hide.

"Actually I was too tired to act like I owned the place...," Yukie murmured. She studied the CD player and could see a little bit through the transparent part of the casing. "...It doesn't look all that... bad... seeing as it's not really red or black..."

"Bad enough to restrict it to the black market," she answered. She tried to push her CD player out of view.

Yukie stepped to the side to further glance at the CD player. Why she was so interested... that was a mystery. "Everything's restricted these days, so it's kinda hard to tell when referring it to that." Her eyes lit up. "Oh! Is it foreign music? Rock?"

Hirono finally got the chance to answer something with certainty. "No way, I don't listen to rock. Just about anyone can pick up a guitar and play rock."

Yukie sighed. "I can't say I've heard it all that much, though." She thought about it more. "Folk music, right?"

"No, and stop asking. Why the fuck would you want to get mixed up in illegal music anyway? You already know too much." Hirono was getting uneasy. She didn't care for the idea of Yukie knowing what she was listening to. She regretted not tellying Yukie it was rock...at least that would be a lie that would be okay for her image.

Yukie shrugged. "It's not that, it's just you seem so... evasive... So I figure it has to be something worth knowing." And besides, this was the most peaceful 'conversation' she'd had with Hirono in... however long it'd been. "I won't tell?"

Hirono scowled. "Like hell you won't." She picked up her CD player and headphones, and started to walk off. "Mind your own fucking business, Utsumi." She had a feeling it wouldn't end there, however.

"How convenient that my home is this way as well," Yukie followed her. "I suppose I've been known to be a little nosy, but.... is it some sort of country? No, you don't seem like the type, so I guess that elimates classical and jazz. How about rap?"

Hirono mentally screamed. "FUCCCKKKK!!!!" was the only thing going through her mind. "I. Don't. Want. To. Fucking. Tell. You. You. Fucking. Bitch." She didn't want to just run off--Utsumi would probably have a better story to tell if she did that than if she found out. Anyway, she had already elimnated the problem, so even if she kept guessing, nothing would happen.

"I've sorta figured that out on my own," Yukie murmured. "Alright, let's see. Well, I dunno, maybe I overlooked something. But classic...? You're just too illiterate for that."

"Thanks," she said angrily. Well, it WAS true...she never did quite get classical music....but hey, she didn't have to just come out and say that.

Yukie nodded. "It was no problem of mine," she replied in a distracted mumble. She wasn't -really- paying attention to Hirono, save for the yes's and the no's.
"Maybe I just overlooked something...," she then mused, "And maybe it really is something along the lines of jazz...? Hey Shimizu, is it that?"

"Leave me the fuck alone, Utsumi!" Hirono sped up, trying to lose her. She didn't know why she was so sensitive about her music...she just was.

Yukie frowned and stood still for a second, then trotted on after her. "Okay, I take that back!" she called out. She stalked up behind her and sighed. "You don't have to tell me, I was just wondering... Um, are you mad at me?"
Hirono stopped and looked at her. "When am I ever NOT mad at you? It's not like you're ever nice to me or anything." She stopped for a minute, and sighed. She was at her house, and put her hand on the knob. "You gonna come in or get the hell out? 'Cause you're not going to hang around out here all day."

Yukie felt as if a harsh wind blew over her. Well, she would've been nice if Hirono.. Well, whatever. After a sigh, she nodded. "I wouldn't mind coming in," she murmured timidly. She'd never expected to go inside Hirono's home on such short notice, but oh well. This would just have to be a first.

Hirono almost grimaced. She hadn't expected Yukie to actually agree. "Fine..." She opened the door and walked in. The home actually wasn't half bad looking. Just a typical average looking house. She made her way up the stairs into her room. It was in slight disarray, but about the same as any teenager's room. She sat her CD player on her desk and plopped down on her bed.

Yukie looked around the house when she entered, politely slipping her shoes off in the foyer. She set her bag next to them and followed Hirono, feeling a little nervous. Well, then again, Hirono -did- allow her inside, and she was the type who had a mind of her own, or something... right? Well, anyway, that wasn't important. "I like your room. Do you use this desk?"

Hirono looked at her silently for a few seconds, and then broke her own silence. "....what...kind of weird-ass question is that?"

Yukie shrugged and sat down next to her, slumping her back with her hands on her lap. "Well... I guess... nevermind." She fell on her back and stared at her ceiling. "It's so white."

"Yeah, that's...a pretty common ceiling color. You're very observant." Hirono pulled out an unmarked bottle and took a drink from it. She had a feeling Yukie could figure that one out on her own. She paused, then got up and transferred the CD from her portable CD player to her actual stereo, which was most likely a stolen set. She hit play, and blues wailed out of it, as that's what the blues typically do--wail. She sat back down next to Yukie, sitting closer to her than she had been earlier.

She unbuttoned the first two buttons of her school shirt and sat up. "You know... You seem like a different person sometimes, compared to how you normally are," Yukie commented in a low murmur. She curled her knees to her chest and sighed.

Hirono set her bottle aside, glancing at Yukie for a moment. "Yeah, well, it all depends on who you're around, you know?" She realized how terrible her vocabulary really was. Yukie's taunts definitely did have some truth.

"I guess..." Yukie let out a sharp breath and undid the rest of her uniform shirt, slipping it off to reveal a white tank top underneath. "Japan needs to get their hands on some cooling devices..." She glanced at Hirono and let out a light chuckle.

Hirono let out somewhat of a nervous chuckle. She realized how different Yukie was than Mitsuko, who is pretty much the only other person she hung out with. When Yukie randomly starts stripping her clothing, she can still have some innocence to her. She coughed and grabbed her bottle, and then tilted it a bit towards Yukie, offering her some. She doubted she'd want any.

Yukie took the bottle, but instead of drinking it, she studied it. "Is it strong?" she asked, considering a sip. After all, how much could a drop hurt? It wasn't like she was planning on going all out with the beverage, anyway. She turned the bottle around 180 degrees and looked it over.

"Not very...unless you drink the whole thing. I don't come home and drink strong alcohol every day." Hirono said this almost like she was proving Yukie wrong, although she had never heard her say anything about it.

She hesitantly put the bottle to her lips and took a small sip out of curiosity's sake. To her surprise, it was rather scratchy in its texture. She coughed lightly while handing it back to Hirono, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"It was good, but weird..."

Hirono took it and had a drink herself, then she set it aside. "Yeah, it's good stuff when you get used to it...well, it TASTES good. Nothin' else good about it."

Yukie nodded and lay back down again. She was more put at ease now that things weren't so tense between them. At least, that wasn't the impression she got. The conversation was... well, their most normal conversation in the history of their normal conversations.
Still, she had to verify this.

"So are you still mad at me?" She smirked up at her, teasingly.

"I guess not. Of course, it could just be the alcohol." She hesitated, then she laid next to Yukie, staring up at her ceiling. She was kind of pissed off at herself. She wasn't supposed to befriend Utsumi. They didn't even like each other. Why the hell had she let her in?

She turned her head toward Hirono to stare at her for a moment. They'd become this close physically, and there weren't any quarrels between them. She looked up at the ceiling again and sighed. She knew her friends would think a lot less of her if she'd let them know she went inside Hirono's home. Sure, some would still stick by her, but at the same time she'd give off the impression that she'd been turning into a slut. If she befriended the class slut's best friend, then that would -obviously- mean that Iijima wouldn't be the only one she was 'whoring' on, right? She rolled her eyes and chewed on her cheek. How idiotic was that. And to think, even she herself tended to think like that.

"I don't think I can stay here for long, not that I'm expected home at any specific time, but...," she sighed. "You understand what I mean, right?"

Hirono was silent for a while, but then she rolled over and looked at Yukie. "Yeah...I...know what you mean. But...I hope you know that goes both ways. Mitsuko would probably be pissed off if she knew you were here." She suddenly felt kind of angry...or...angsty.

Yukie offered a light smile and nodded. "I guess it can't be helped. Society works in strange ways, sometimes even stranger than the government." She shrugged and sat up again, bunching her shirt in her hands. "To be completely honest, you seem like an alright person. Not that I really know you enough to make any judgement, but... Well, you get it."

"Hmph..." was all Hirono could say. She stretched out across her bed, then sat up. She looked at Yukie, and then grabbed her bottle, taking a rather large drink. "Hmph..." she said again, nodding.

Yukie snorted as she stood up again, tying the sleeves of her shirt around her waist. "Let's do this again sometime."

Hirono suddenly threw the bottle in her hand against the wall. It shattered with a loud sound. "GOD DAMMIT!" She yelled. She ran a hand through her hair.

Ohh, so this was why Yukie never came here, nor intentionally communicated with the 'delinquents', as they were, unless she had a specific reason. Mental instabilities was one major variable. After a sigh, she turned around to face Shimizu, her hand still on the doorknob. "You alright?"

"Society's fucked up...eh, fuck it. Just go on, I'll be alright." Hirono started to clean up the glass. She felt like an idiot...like she was breaking a stereotype and then screwed it all up at the end.

Yukie slowly twisted the doorknob, then released it. "Glass... Um. You shouldn't clean it up like that, otherwise you'll fall over and cut yourself." She smiled slightly. "And we can't have that, can we?"

Hirono looked up at her, and she let a tiny smile form on her face. "I suppose not." She was pretty clumsy as it was...she actually did think she wasn't going to make it through the cleaning without cutting herself at least a bit.

Yukie untied her shirt from her waist and dropped it on the floor so it wouldn't get in her way. She knelt down on one knee in a spot clear of glass, and began picking up the pieces.

"At least they're not thin pieces...," she mumbled, more to herself than Hirono. "Do you have a little sweeper-thing?" she asked, referring to the brush and scoop.

"Yeah...somewhere. Yeeeeowch..." She was right, she had cut herself. It was one of those tiny, irrelevant cuts that nagged at you all day. It was red, as if if the cut was larger it would try to bleed. She forgot about it and found the brush and scoop Yukie wanted, handing it to her.

"Thanks," Yukie murmured quickly before beginning to sweep it up. She was curious as to what had happened to make Hirono outburst like that, but she felt a little intimidated to ask. So, she kept quiet until she cleaned it all up.

"Vacuuming it later would probably be a good idea in case we missed some pieces. Did you hurt yourself?"

Hirono winced. She'd rather have gouged her hand than gotten a little cut like that...they were so irritating. "Yeah, I'm fine." She placed the side of her index finger (where the cut was) in her mouth with a small "Mmmfhhh".

Yukie found a trashcan and dumped the glass in there. She then set the objects on a stand and brushed off her hands. She checked her watch and frowned. "And I really need to be going," she informed quickly. She headed for the door again and opened it roughly, bumping it against her forehead. "Ow, crap... B-bye, Shimizu!" She started out the door and ran her foot into the doorframe on the way out.

Hirono sighed and found a bandage for her finger, putting it on. She flopped down onto her bed, and then felt something strange. She sat up, and discovered that Yukie had left her outer shirt. For some reason, this made Hirono grin...a lot.