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Something Worth Dying For	By : slj812000 Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 10730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Two: Nami
On her way to school the next day, Nami saw at least seven members of the Clown Gang. They were becoming more than a little noticeable. She wasn’t going to be able to put off her duty as a Messenger any longer.
As if to punctuate that point, when she made the last turn towards school, she saw three idiots converging around a student and looking at him with ill intent. The student, a second year with sandy-colored hair and a scar over his left eye, looked ready to brawl himself, despite the no-tolerance rule for fighting that Loguetown Senior High held. Though technically, the young man was not on school property—yet. Nami sighed heavily. It was apparent that she was going to have to deliver her message, and it was going to happen right now.
“There you are, Jun-kun!” she cried loudly, gaining the attention of everyone in the area, including a few teachers. “And here I thought you’d left me behind.”
She muscled through the trio of idiots and took the stunned arm of the young man who she had decided to call Jun. She had no idea what his name was, but that wasn’t the point. She towed him along onto school property and towards the entrance of the school, ‘accidentally’ dropped her book bag on the way. When she got to the school’s entrance, she shoved the second year through the doors.
“Oops, dropped my bag,” she cooed sweetly, and turned around to go retrieve it. As expected, the trio of idiot Clowns had gathered around it, waiting for her. “Go on without me.”
At first, Nami was doubtful that the boy was going to listen to her. He looked like he was going to tell her where she could go (whether it was to hell or to fuck herself, she didn’t know). But then the first bell rang, and the area around the entrance to the school started to clear. Nami made it to her bag and stole a furtive glance behind her, seeing most the students gone and a few teachers the only ones lingering. No one was really paying attention to her, since the teachers were mostly scolding and urging the slacking students to hurry up.
Nami stooped and picked up her bag as the three idiots loomed around her. “Look. I don’t have all day, so I’ll make this quick. Leave this area. It’s Fishman Village, and if you’re caught here, your gizzards will be dinner for whoever finds you.”
One of the idiots snorted. “Listen here, chickie. We’re the Tightrope Walking Funan Bros, and no idle threat from some stupid girl who thinks she knows a thing or two about gangs is going to scare us.”
Nami raised an eyebrow at them. Apparently, they hadn’t heard of her. Usually, the sight of the red-head from the Fishman yakuza was enough to scare off any potential encroachers. “This is the only warning you’ll get.”
Another idiot smirked. “Oh? And what’s a cutesy little girl like you gonna do about it?”
“Stick around until after school, and I’ll show you exactly what I’m going to do about it,” Nami offered, eyeing the surroundings. She knew she couldn’t fight too near the school, lest she want to incur the wrath of Crocodile. “How about that block over there? Less witnesses.”
She pointed to an alley not far from them. The third idiot chuckled.
“Sure thing, girlie. See you there. And if you chicken out—” he threatened.
“I won’t chicken out,” she interrupted, insulted. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I don’t want to be late on my second day of class.”
She walked away, half expecting the idiots to follow, but she was undisturbed. She had to jog to class, though, in order to not be late. She was only two steps into the classroom when the final bell rang. With a sheepish look at Miss Nico, Nami took her seat behind Luffy.
Again, with the staring!
Luffy was turned around halfway in his seat again as Miss Nico began roll call. Nami took out a pen and paper from her book bag and harshly jabbed Luffy’s side with the pen. He squawked in protest, but turned around in his seat quickly when Miss Nico asked what the problem was.
The day ended up relatively interesting, though Nami did get into trouble for spacing out. She had been taking notes and following along in the book for awhile when some movement outside the window caught her eye. The three idiots had multiplied.
Eyeing surreptitiously out the window, Nami watched throughout the day as the number of idiots waiting for her swelled from three to eleven. They didn’t all stand together, but she could tell by the looks of the small groupings loitering outside of her school that they were all a part of the Clown Gang. She was eyeing the newcomers up when she was called back to attention by Miss Nico.
“Please tell me, Nami, is there something outside that renders my lesson insignificant?” Miss Nico asked lightly, though Nami could tell that woman was far from light. Whether or not she belonged to Crocodile’s menagerie was still yet to be seen.
“No, nothing,” Nami answered quickly. “I apologize. I was distracted by some clowns outside the school. I won’t let it happen again.”
Miss Nico seemed mollified by the apology, and Nami hoped it would be sufficient to keep her out of detention later. So when the final bell rang, and Nami made it out of the classroom without being further scolded, she considered herself lucky. And also unlucky.
She knew at least eleven Clowns were going to jump her today. Whether or not that number had grown since she’d been caught looking, she didn’t know. She hoped not. Eleven she could handle on her own. Too many more than that would be difficult.
“Oi! Nami! Wait up!”
Nami sighed and rolled her eyes, but did not ‘wait up.’ She was not about to be deterred from her job for the idiot boy who kept staring at her and apparently was taking up following her around now. Or bulldozing her, since he literally ran into her in his pursuit of her.
“Watch it!” she snapped, pushing him away. She dully noted that the green-haired boy was also following, but at a much slower, disinterested pace.
“Me and Zoro are gonna go to the arcade right now,” Luffy blabbed at her in a rush, pointing to the boy behind them. “Wanna come with?”
“No,” she snapped. “I’m going home. I’ve got plenty of homework. And so do you, for that matter.”
“Later,” Luffy cajoled. “Do fun stuff now.”
“I said no,” she insisted. If she didn’t disentangle herself from the boy soon, he’d be dragged into her gang fight. “Go away.”
Luffy pouted. Full on stuck his lower lip out pouted. Nami was instantly irritated.
“I don’t know what sort of weird fascination you have with me,” Nami told him, “but you need to get over it. The staring is annoying as hell and the following me around is going to get you a fist in the face.”
Luffy huffed a sigh. “I just wanna be friends.”
“I don’t do friends,” Nami spelled out for him. “So get over it.”
With a final shove, Nami pushed Luffy away, since he was crowding her space and walked away. Up ahead, she saw a Clown waiting for her just beyond the school’s entrance. He looked absolutely ridiculous with a fur vest and hat with…were those ears on his hat? Nami thought only pubescent girls wore those.
“Hello young missie,” he greeted. “Your presence is requested at that alley over yonder.”
He pointed to the alleyway that Nami had designated earlier that morning.
“I’m here to escort you,” he clarified with a sneering smile. “Just in case you were thinking of backing out.”
Nami snorted and walked past him. “You should be the ones backing out. I’m not a nice person when provoked.”
He chortled and followed her. “You talk big.”
She shrugged. “I don’t just talk the talk.”
“Yeah, well, your cohorts don’t look all that strong,” he dismissed. “I doubt any of you will put up a good fight.”
“I don’t have any coh—” she began, turning around to face him. She caught sight of Luffy and Zoro still following, only a few meters back. Damn it, how come they were still following her? “Quit following me, you idiots!”
Luffy cocked his head to the side in confusion. “This is the way to the arcade.”
Was it? Nami had no idea. She looked around desperately, trying to find a way to get them out of the picture before she had to beat down a useless gang. She spotted an udon shop across the street and hoped she could barter some time.
“Go over there and wait for me,” she instructed, pointing at the establishment. “If you do, I’ll go to the arcade with you.”
Luffy looked mollified, unconsciously rubbing his stomach as he spied the shop. “Okay.”
Diverted, he immediately crossed the street. Zoro wasn’t as quick. He gave her a long look.
“You got urgent business to take care of?” he asked, eyeing the fur-clad Clown suspiciously.
“Maybe I do,” she huffed, crossing her arms.
“In an alley?” he stated, deadpanned.
“None of your damn business!” she snapped. He continued to give her a hard look for a few more seconds before shrugging and heading across the street too. She turned to the fur-clad Clown. “Like I said, I don’t have any cohorts.”
“Your funeral,” he shrugged. They resumed walking towards the alley. When Nami turned in, she did a head count. It wasn’t good. Seventeen in total, if she counted the idiot wearing the fuzzy hat with ears. The best she had managed on her own before was thirteen. She might be able to pick off a few extras, since these guys didn’t look too strong, but she was pretty sure she was going to get a beating today.
“So the Fishman want us to lay off their territory,” someone spoke up from the back of the group. Nami watched as the hoard of men split so she could partially see him. He was the most ridiculously dressed yet. He even had a damn red clown nose. Really? Really?
“You do the crime, you pay the price,” Nami replied. The man came closer, and Nami realized she was talking to the leader of the gang, Buggy. Well, shit. Looks like she was in for more than just a beat down today. Though the lackey Clowns were mostly just sporting brass knuckles and muscles, Nami could tell that Buggy was carrying at least two guns on his person.
“Not a very steep price, it seems,” Buggy laughed. “One slip of a girl? I could kill you with my back turned.”
As if to punctuate the point, he pulled a gun into each hand from inside the breast pockets of his gaudy jacket and lazily aimed at her.
“I doubt you have a gun hidden in that book bag, my dear,” he cooed. Nami saw red. My dear. Who the fuck was he to think he could talk to her like that? Like he was her employer?
“I don’t need a gun,” she replied. Tired of the stupid banter and waiting around for things to start, she took down the three closest Clowns to her, which happened to be those moronic Funan brothers or whatever. They were on the ground in seconds.
“Oh, ho, ho,” Buggy chortled. “So she’s a fighter. I like it.”
The rest of the Clowns were starting to converge on her, but Nami kept most of her focus on Buggy. She had a feeling he was a man who’d gun her down if she left herself too open in a fight. She took down another two Clowns easily enough, but when she dealt with the next two, a shot rang out next to her head.
“Ha! I missed,” Buggy cackled, apparently amused at his inability to hit his target. Nami had been right on point with her assumption.
“I told you that you had too much to drink, boss,” spoke up a man standing in the shadows. All Nami could see about him between her opponents was that he had shoulder length dark green hair. “Let me slice her up.”
By then, Nami had managed to take down seven of her seventeen opponents. They were still coming at her too, but the fur-head guy was guarding the alley from passersby. She didn’t think she’d have to deal with him for awhile.
“If you want,” Buggy accented, his features growing dark and menacing. “Since all my other men are having their asses handed to them by a little girl.”
The threat in Buggy’s voice made a few of the lackey’s cringe. Nami was faced with redoubled efforts, instead of trying to double or triple team her like they had before, all seven came at her at once. She put the nearest two down quickly before she was run into from behind.
Sparing a quick glance, she saw the fur-hat-ears guy falling to the ground unconscious, his face a mangled mess. Someone had beaten the crap out of this lackey that was guarding the alley. Shit! Was it Crocodile’s people? She was far enough from school grounds, wasn’t she?
“Oops! Sorry Nami!”
Nami stuttered in fighting and even took a fist to the gut at the sound of Luffy’s voice. What was that idiot doing?
“Oh, so you have reinforcements?” Buggy asked. “Go play, Cabaji.”
Still working on five guys, Nami could only watch as the green-haired man named Cabaji walked towards the mouth of the alley where she knew Luffy to be. She couldn’t help but notice the katana he unsheathed in his trek. Nami took down one more Clown, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to help. She was starting to grow fatigued from fighting. She’d only get slower from here.
“I got this moron.”
Zoro’s voice? What? Not him too!
“’Kay,” Luffy replied.
Another Clown down. Only three left. Nami could spare glances now, and saw that Luffy was headed her way while Zoro dodged slices from Cabaji’s sword.
Another bullet whizzed by her head and Nami returned her gaze the current problem. Buggy was irritated now, seeing as he’d missed again. He lifted both barrels this time and Nami could only duck behind one of her attackers as six shots went off.
The Clown she was hiding behind fell immediately. Another whined in protest, having been shot by his boss and backed off to nurse his wound. Nami looked at her last attacker and decided she’d had just about enough of these Clowns. He went down with one mean swing to the face.
She was grabbed from behind and pulled flush against a body. A gun rose to her temple and she didn’t have to guess very hard who had gotten a hold of her.
“I won’t miss from this range,” Buggy muttered, his breath stinking of alcohol, and Nami wondered if a bullet to the brain would hurt very much.
But Nami wasn’t the only one who got distracted. The agonized cry of Cabaji stole Buggy’s attention for just a moment, but it was enough for Luffy to get his hands on him. Nami couldn’t see anything, but the gun dropped from Buggy’s grip before he was ripped away from her. When she turned around, she saw Luffy had him in a choke hold and was throwing jabs into Buggy’s kidneys.
A glance in Zoro’s direction showed that Cabaji was relieved of his sword and that Zoro was proficient at using it. Well, there was nothing left for her to do but finish off the last Clown. She turned to him as he cowered against the alley wall, clutching a gunshot wound in his upper arm.
“Now, let’s make sure I’m completely understood,” she said quietly, walking slowly towards him. “This is Fishman Village. You are not allowed here. And if you are found here, you will become a meal to whoever finds you. And trust me, the Fish are not as nice as I am. They won’t let you leave with your lives. Got it?”
The Clown nodded vigorously. “Got it! Loud and clear!”
“Good,” Nami smiled, then popped him straight in the jaw. The force of the punch snapped his head back into the wall and he fell immediately.
“You’re kind of brutal,” Zoro commented, picking up the sheath of the sword off of the fallen body of Cabaji. He kicked him in the gut for good measure.
“That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” she replied. “What’s with the sword?”
“It’s a good sword. And it’s not like he’s going to be able to keep it where he’s going,” Zoro answered with a shrug. Well, it was true. And the sword now had Zoro’s prints all over it. It would probably be better if it disappeared.
Nami turned to Luffy’s fight. It was over. Buggy was a drooling mess on the ground. Luffy was leaning against the wall, panting a bit. When he looked up, he grinned.
“That was fun,” he declared.
“That was dangerous!” Nami snapped, walking over to him and smacking him upside the head. “What the hell did you think you were doing? You could have been killed!”
Luffy looked at her in dejected confusion as he rubbed his head. “So could you.”
“I know what I’m doing,” she insisted. “You could have gotten a bullet in the face.”
“We were helping,” Luffy defended. “Friends do that.”
“We’re not friends,” Nami snapped.
“Why not?” Luffy grumbled back.
Ugh. It was the worst question to ask. She had no good answers she could give him. ‘Because I don’t want to be’ sounded lame and ‘because I’m a yakuza messenger’ was not an option. ‘Because I don’t know how to be friends’ was the truth, but ultimately very sad.
“Because I’ve known you for like a day,” she countered, having no better excuse to give. “And all you’ve done is annoy the hell out of me.”
The pouting thing again. Ugh. It was beyond annoying.
“Well, what do I gotta do to be your friend?” Luffy asked, determined.
“Because apparently saving your ass from a beat down doesn’t cut it,” Zoro muttered, picking grit from under his finger nails.
“Don’t be annoying,” Nami groused at them. Luffy took her literally.
“Okay, got it!” Luffy declared, smacking his fist into his other hand. “Not annoying. I can do that. And then we can be friends?”
Ugh. He was never going to get it, was he? This boy just didn’t know how to take no for an answer. Just how the hell was she supposed to do her job when this kid wanted to follow her around constantly? And not just him, either. Zoro seemed to go wherever Luffy went. Still, looking at the fallen figures of Cabaji and Buggy, she had to admit that they weren’t so useless. Maybe, if she was careful about it, she could make this work to her advantage.
Nami sighed and flicked the boy in the forehead. “Alright. We can try and be friends. But if you prove to be to lame, I’ll drop you like a bad habit.”
Luffy laughed, unfazed by her stipulations. “Oi! Zoro! We have a new nakama!”
Zoro raised an eyebrow and gave a dismayed expression. Apparently, he was not overly impressed with said nakama.
“We’ll see how long it lasts,” he muttered, as if echoing Nami’s earlier statement. Nami shrugged indifferently at him and proceeded to check the ground laden with bodies for wallets. Luffy and Zoro watched in confusion.
“What?” she asked, throwing Zoro a look as she cleaned out a wallet. “It’s not like they’re going to need money where they’re going.”
Zoro tsked, but as if to punctuate her statement, sirens could be heard on the wind, probably alerted by the gun shots. Zoro blanched.
“I gotta go,” he announced, making his way down the street quickly. “See you tomorrow Luffy.”
The two remaining watched as he rounded the corner of the alley, sword still in his hand.
“You should probably go too,” Nami told Luffy. “If you don’t want to get in trouble with the police, that is.”
Luffy laughed again. “What about you?”
Nami shrugged. “I deal with them a lot. I know most of them by their first names.”
Luffy cocked his head to the side. “Ara? A lot? Do you know Gramps?”
Nami frowned. His grandfather was a cop? Well, it was possible, she supposed. “Who’s your grandfather?”
“Garp.”
Nami’s eyes bulged. “Your grandfather is Garp!? Monkey D. Garp!?”
“Yep,” Luffy affirmed, laughing while scratching the back of his head. Nami stared at him for a moment, stunned, before remembering that she was trying to get rid of the idiot.
“You should leave then,” she told him. “Garp won’t be here, but you probably don’t want it getting back to him that you were involved in a gang fight.”
Luffy looked around at the limp bodies. “Gang fight?”
“Yes, Luffy,” Nami sighed. “That’s what this was. And if you don’t want to be identified as being in a gang, you should leave.”
“What about you?” Luffy asked again.
“It’s fine,” Nami assured him, pushing him down the alley in the same direction that Zoro had gone. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Reluctantly, the boy disappeared around the corner. Nami went back to the scene of the so-called crime and waited. She didn’t have long before a squad arrived with uniformed officers. They took one look at her and went to round up the semi-conscious men that were still lying in the alley.
At a much more leisurely pace, an unmarked car arrived. Out of it stepped a decidedly rat-faced man in a long trench coat and hat. He took a look at the scene and lit up a cigarette, ignoring the rounding up of the men. He walked—no, strolled—over to Nami and leaned against the building that she herself was using to support her.
“Ah, Nami-chan, you’ve been busy.”
“Fools should know better than to try and claim territory around here,” Nami replied, picking her nails. “This area is protected.”
The man, who had a badge on him that identified him as Captain Nezumi, laughed. Like his rat-face, it was a unique laugh, sounding like a chi-chi-chi-chi-chi.
“Was it profitable?” Nezumi asked after he finished his little laugh.
Nami shrugged. “Not really. Less than a hundred thousand berries.”
Expectantly, Nezumi held out a hand. Already anticipating it, Nami laid fifty thousand berries into his hand.
“For your trouble,” she muttered, disgusted. How did a sleaze-bag like this end up in the same police department as Garp?
“Always a pleasure, Miss Nami,” Nezumi called after her as she turned and walked away. She had to get home soon and she still needed to buy groceries.
Nami knew one day this was going to catch up to her. She couldn’t keep up the lying without getting caught. She’d fished nearly four hundred thousand berries out of the men who had been so foolish enough to challenge her. She’d told Nezumi that she’d gotten only one fourth of that because the other half of the money she gave to Nezumi was supposed to go to her employer. Her employer who never paid her. So she had to make money somehow.
After a quick stop at Conomi station, she headed to the market place. Groceries were bought and she bartered down the prices so she spent less than five thousand berries. All in all, it was a productive day. She’d manage to stash nearly three hundred thousand berries towards buying her way out of the yakuza and moving her family away from this shitty town.
“I’m home!” she called as she stepped in the door with two bags of groceries. Silence greeted her. Her mother, Nami didn’t expect to be home. But where was Nojiko?
Shrugging, Nami put away the groceries and started on dinner. Because the ingredients were cheap and the leftovers would last a few days, Nami started making a hot pot.
“I’m home!”
Nami looked towards the door to her sister Nojiko. The lavender haired girl smiled at her as she removed her shoes.
“You’re late today,” Nami commented, wondering what had taken her sister so long that Nami could beat her home.
“I, uh, was studying and lost track of time,” Nojiko lied badly. She didn’t need to study. Her grades were just as high as Nami’s. Guessing that it had been a boy that had distracted her, Nami raised an eyebrow at Nojiko.
“What’s his name?” Nami asked blandly.
Nojiko blushed crimson and muttered something unintelligible.
“Say what?” Nami prodded.
“His name is Ace,” Nojiko spoke up, her embarrassment starting to switch to irritation. “And we were studying.”
“Yeah, the inside of each other’s mouths,” Nami snorted.
“Nami!” Nojiko cried, smacking her shoulder and turning as red as a tomato. “He’s my classmate! And the teacher asked me to tutor him three days a week in math.”
“Are you getting paid?” Nami asked, turning back to the hot pot to stir it.
“No,” Nojiko sighed. “But I do it during lunch, so I don’t have to worry about it interfering with work.”
“Then why were you late today?” Nami inquired.
“You’re not my mother!” Nojiko hissed. “I was late because we have a test tomorrow and I needed to have a cram session with Ace. I wasn’t scheduled to work today so just lay off me!”
Nami knew Nojiko well enough to know that she was very much interested in the guy she was supposed to be tutoring. Still, she’d teased her enough for today, she supposed, so she didn’t resume her questioning. Nojiko sighed heavily and fell into a seat at the table.
“Who were those boys you were with today?”
Oh, so now that Nami wasn’t the one questioning, that automatically left her open to be interrogated. Nami wondered when Nojiko had managed to spy Luffy and Zoro following her around. It had to be sometime after school.
“Some classmates,” she answered. “Zoro and Luffy.”
“Why were they following you?”
Nami rolled her eyes even though she knew that Nojiko couldn’t see it. “I don’t know. Luffy asked me if I wanted to go to the arcade, which I didn’t. They probably didn’t have anything better to do.”
“Did you get into a fight?”
It was Nami’s turn to sigh heavily. Taking out the electric warmer and putting it on the table, Nami moved the hot pot over to it.
“No. Well, technically, yes, but not with those boys,” Nami replied. She went to the cupboard to get plates.
“Again?” Nojiko huffed. “Nami, you have to stop getting into fights! Especially at school. One of these days, Smoker isn’t going to be able to get you out of trouble and you’re going to get expelled.”
“It wasn’t as bad as you think,” Nami assured her. She sat down across from her sister and handed her a plate and utensils. “I didn’t even fight at school. Some guys tried to jump me in an alley on the way to the grocery store. I taught them that it was a bad idea.”
Nojiko snorted. “And the two puppy dogs following you home?”
Nami rolled her eyes again. “They tried to help me, but realized that I didn’t need much help.”
“Much?”
Nami began picking her dinner out of the hot pot.
“There were two guys who could have given me a lot of trouble if I’d been by myself,” she admitted. “But Luffy and Zoro took care of them. That’s all. I swear. I don’t even have a scratch on me.”
That wasn’t a lie. There were no scratches. However, she’d probably have her fair share of bruises tomorrow. The ones on her arms and legs, she could blame on something mundane like getting hit by a closing door or being too exuberant in gym class. The one she was sure to have on her stomach wouldn’t be easy to explain, but if she just managed to not let anyone see it…
Nojiko finally gave up the interrogation and began getting her own dinner. “We shouldn’t eat without Bell-mère.”
“Bell-mère would yell at us if we didn’t eat,” Nami returned, picking up a vegetable and popping it into her mouth.
“You’re damn right I would.”
Both girls started and looked at the doorway to the kitchen. Bell-mère appeared, one eyebrow raised at them as if she knew something they didn’t.
“I should come home from work late more often,” she chuckled, taking a seat at the table as well. “It’s quite informative.”
Nami watched as the blood drained from Nojiko’s face, and was pretty sure that her own face was the same. Just how much did she hear? Bell-mère let them squirm in silence for a few minutes before speaking.
“So his name is Ace, eh?”
Nojiko put her reddening face in her hands and Nami dropped her shoulders in defeat. She’d heard everything.
“It’s just tutoring!” Nojiko yelled suddenly.
Bell-mère only smiled in return. Silence took over again for a few moments as they continued to eat.
“How many people jumped you in the alley?”
Nami tensed up. She couldn’t lie to her mother. Technically, she hadn’t lied to Nojiko either, but this was a point she was trying to avoid.
“Seventeen,” she muttered, pushing her plate away. She was done eating anyway. Bell-mère stopped eating.
“I don’t want you walking to and from school anymore,” Bell-mère decided after a long, tense silence. “Tomorrow you two are buying train passes.”
“We don’t have the money for that!” Nami sputtered. Well, she did, hidden box 1981, but that money was for something else!
“We will if we drop the house phone and the cable,” Bell-mère told them. “I need the internet for work and you do for studies. I’ll cut them tomorrow and you two are buying passes in the morning.”
“I didn’t start the fight!” Nami insisted. Bell-mère gave her a sturdy look.
“But you did finish it, didn’t you?”
Nami sulked in her chair. Honestly, getting rid of the cable and house phone didn’t affect her much. But there were other things that she would have preferred instead of a train pass.
“I’d rather have a cell phone,” she muttered.
“See if your employer will get you one, like Nojiko’s did,” Bell-mère proposed. But Nami was in a mood. She didn’t want to be reasonable, especially since she would never again ask for anything from her employer. The price was just too steep.
“What happens if someone jumps me on the train?” Nami asked, picking up her plate and putting it in the sink. “Gonna stop letting me go to school?”
“That’s enough, Nami!” Bell-mère snapped. “Go to your room. I’m sure you’ve got homework.”
She didn’t need to tell her. Nami was already half way to her room. She slammed the door and lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. It wasn’t fair; getting punished for something she couldn’t control.
“Sons of bitches,” she cursed. Nami knew her life would have been much better if the yakuza never existed.
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