Teenage Terror in Storage | Vinzent + Asuka | Furniture Car

Vinzent Mayer

Ah, the storage. Another place with so much boxes. And memories. Vinzent remembers the times he asked his parents to help him carry a few boxes when the shopping was not as light as he wanted to. And then eventually struggling to put the furniture together later at home… The instructions were something, always a puzzle, but in the end… They’d have finally figured out how to put these together after some hours of wrestling with the instructions. And not without some laughs of relief at the end of the project.

… Anyway.

Huh. A few things were catching his attention as he walked by the aisles of boxes, as some stuff were not in their boxes. And some of them were already halfway built. Approaching one of the half completed things, he really wasn’t expecting another presence quite nearby.

Asuka Fukuda

“Hey. You. …Whatever your name was!” Having the chance to actually look around, Asuka couldn’t say she was that impressed. She had seen way better items in other stores, and they weren’t on some magical evil train thing! What a low bar to trip over?

Luckily, there was built-in entertainment in the form of other passengers - passengers that Asuka could talk to (and totally not torment!)

“What are you doing looking through this trashy stuff? Don’t tell me this is your usual taste, because like… Seriously? Even I know you could do better than this crap. …Unless you really just have trashy taste? That’d be lame, so I’m hoping that’s not the case. I also accept lies, so if you were actually shopping? Just lie to me and pretend you were investigating, ’kay?” That was… definitely a way to react to this stuff, huh? Just rushing around without any worry in the world….

Vinzent Mayer

Asuka Fukuda

Vinzent tried to not jump at the sudden voice nearby. Was that to him? He turned to face the perfumer, as she continued talking. Or rather. Trash-talking to him.

He was not liking this at all. Honestly, he despised it. What the fuck was her problem? But so as long as she wasn’t attempting to get violent with him?

Still… Asuka was already on thin ice right now. If it was to provoke him, she did come close to succeed.

“Don’t you have any better time to use than to shit-talk? I just happened to look through these by curiousity, that’s all.”

And being pushed around… It was all too familiar, he really didn’t like this.

“And what about your taste? It can’t be better than mine.”

He had a pang of anxiety immediately after talking, but did his best to mask it while still showing his annoyed expression.

Asuka Fukuda

The look on Asuka’s face turns sour quick with somebody actually not taking her shit. She wasn’t even being mean, was she? It was basically teasing, right!? It’s not Asuka’s fault everybody was so sensitive!

She didn’t even care that her totally correct, impeccable, 100% taste was being questioned - people did that all the time. It was just… Ugh! At least get what Asuka was doing right if you wanted to insult her, y’know?

“If you wanted me to shit-talk, it would be a lot better than that. I was trying to make conversation about how shitty this was! You could have just said something witty, but nooooooo. You had to go and be awful about it!”

It was a lot less like complaining and much more like whining in tone - which was honestly worse, all things considered.

“I’m not going to lower my standards to the crap around here. I have self-respect, which more people should have. Their loss and idiocy if they don’t, but not my problem. Lucky for you, since you wanted me to start shit-talking, I don’t mind giving you actual advice and following you around while you do stuff.”

There’s a pause, Asuka eyeing Vinzent’s outfit.

“…. Generic, but could be worse. Have you considered personality though? Like…I’m not being mean, genuine q for you.”

Vinzent Mayer

Asuka Fukuda

(swearing)

Oh boy, if she thought it was just teasing… ~~Honey, you got a big storm coming-~~

It was very familiar indeed. The mean teasing, the denial… Then… Argh, Vinzent hoped it didn’t go there.

“Your attitude isn’t helping. If you wanted me to agree about how this car sucks, then pick another set of words because this isn’t it!”

He huffed. No, seriously, what is Asuka’s problem?!

“Fine if you don’t want to lower your dumb standards. Your choices are not my concern.”

And… There it is. Fucking hell. The audacity of this girl. He flipped her off without any hesitation.

“So what. You want me to tear more clothes to make a statement or chose more punk accessories? And is wearing all pink a better statement? I don’t give a damn if you like pink but a little accent wouldn’t hurt.”

If Asuka wanted to critictize him on his tastes? She’ll get the same in turn.

… Not that the anxiety wasn’t growing by the second, but haha! He’s doing his best to ignore this!

Asuka Fukuda

The expression on her face still isn’t remorseful as she crosses her arms. At worst she’s irritated and at best she’s confused. Neither is a particularly good sign considering the situation, is it?

“Well, what set of words would you use? You’re the one being an aggressive bitch about all of this.”

The irony is most certainly lost on her now, isn’t it?

More importantly, however, Asuka looks genuinely offended by the comments made about her outfit, letting out a scoff.

“First of all, are you fucking blind?” She makes an exaggerated gesture towards her white skirt, rolling her eye. “There’s more than pink. Second of all, if you’re going to insult somebody, you don’t do general concepts. You make it specific to them - otherwise you’re accidentally gonna insult soooo many people?”

The fact there’s a science to the act speaks volumes about Asuka’s character, but she’s still too busy criticizing Vinzent to actually reflect on that. Not like she had before, clearly.

"Second of all, accessories? Yes. Like… C’mon! Clothes are for personality. I get there’s, like, corporate limits because business people are stuffy pricks who wouldn’t know class or style if it beat them in their big ugly faces, but you can sneak a few things in. Since, like, I’m assuming it’s the typical “corporate world beat me down into more generic, brand-friendly” thing."

There’s a small pause.

“…If not, super awkward, just consider it…? Is that friendly enough for you?”

The question may be genuine, but the tone is still bitchy.

Vinzent Mayer

Asuka Fukuda

He sighed, still irritated, but attempting to keeping himself calm.

“For one, maybe you could see for yourself in this car instead of calling all these trash. There’s certainly something for you here, but nope, you act like a damn brat without even bothering.”

He barked out a laugh. Yes, he can see that she has more than pink, it’s just white and silver. Not a bad mix but still.

“My glasses are well adjusted, thanks. Wow, what, you’re offering me a how to insult people course? I’m so fucking honored that you waste your breath like that!”

At the accessories comment, Vinzent put up his hair to show his quite many piercings (more on his left ear).

“Been there, done that. Nobody asked me to remove them while I was at work, so I’m good.”

Asuka Fukuda

The look on Asuka’s face darkens considerably hearing that. A sore spot, maybe?

“Why would I ever want anything provided to me by a train that’s going to, like, murder me? Hello? I can’t be the only one who is remembering that riiiight?” If other threads prove anything, however, Asuka can definitely be convinced to use stuff found here with the right words.

She seems to only grow even more irritated at the implication her words are wasted. People prefer Asuka quiet - she knows that. Too bad for them, Asuka doesn’t care about what they might want. Who was this guy to act like that, huh!?

“I’m so sorry I dare to express my opinio-Oh, wait! Nope! Sorry, I’d totes be lying if I said something like that, and that’s not the kind of shit I feel like doing, y’know?” There’s a little smirk and an unnecessarily grating laugh. If it hurts, it counts after all, right?

“Maybe you don’t totally suck with style, but you could do better. And you know it. So why don’t you if you clearly have some taste, huh?” This time, it’s kind of hard to ignore the slightly challenging tone purposefully being there.

Vinzent Mayer

Asuka Fukuda

(Cw swearing ’round these parts-)

“As if that stopped people from looking at the train. If we want to get out of the train, then there’s always something to do here whenever you like it or not. And no, I haven’t forgotten that part.”

“Fuck you. There’s something useful in if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all, shouldn’t you agree?”

The more Asuka spoke, the more agitated Vinzent became, his anger overtaking his fear of being in a fight. He will regret it later, but as of now… That self preservation has been thrown out of the window.

“My taste is totally fine! You just don’t know shit about it!”

He got up to approach her in a clearly irritated state as he spoke, fists clenched.

“If you have nothing else better to do than being annoying and demeaning, get the fuck out of here, you bitch. Or else I’ll make you to.”

Once again, he will regret it later, but Vinzent was way too angered to even think about what would be coming next.

Asuka Fukuda

If Vinzent thought that approaching her would make her back down, it most definitely doesn’t. Instead, there’s a certain shine to Asuka’s eyes, as though she’s determined to see if she can make it escalate even farther if possible.

“Yeah? I’d say, based on our appearances, I know a hell of a lot more than you do~” The smirk on her face is only growing more wicked by the second. She wants this to escalate, even if she’d never admit it.

“Besides, I have better taste in insults. Bitch is so basic for an intimidating threat. Second-rate. Whatever! No, the thing you want to go with is… pathetic little fuck! …Oh, whoops, wrong person.” The sniggering that follows is as high-school as you’d imagine it to be. There’s no reason to be proud.

If Asuka’s body language shifts slightly, enough so that she’s ready to react in case a fight breaks out (a fight she can obviously win, by the way), then nothing is said about that.

“Do you worst. Because right now? I’m as intimidated as I would be if a soggy, pathetic little cat tried to threaten me. I’d just feel bad if I happened to do anything.”

If this guy demands a fight, it’s a fight he’s going to get.

Vinzent Mayer

Asuka Fukuda

[abuse mention cw]

The more this girl spoke… The more heated Vinzent got.

Pathetic little fuck, huh? Not like he hasn’t heard very similar insults back then in highschool.

The times he was called a loser, or any worse insults that came to his mind, all because he was short and not exactly active initially, and he liked doing arts rather than sports. Oh, he remembers almost all the insults toward his appearance, or taste. And that was before he changed for his current style.

The times he had his hair pulled by this guy, being laughed at.

The times he tried to wrestle away from his grip, only to get a bruise, or rather, many. Like a doll to be played with and tossed away daily.

The times his lunch got stolen, and later on, money. And more bruises, always the bruises. Always the laughs. Always the insults. And the fighting back, the protests, only made it worse. No amount of anger can make up for his weak constitution. He was always going to lose to this fucker, so much that eventually running away was his only option.

And even then, it wasn’t guaranteed.

…

……

……….

… He almost second-guessed on being violent with this girl. Vinzent, deep down, knew he’d eat shit either way. But… The difference between Paul and Asuka was clearly their heights. Asuka being closer to Vinzent’s so… Even if the artist wasn’t strong at all, it felt slightly more balanced. So… Maybe he had a chance. And he’ll take it over running away, for once. Maybe only if he felt truly cornered, which is not the case currently.

So without saying anything in response, he opted to swing his fist toward Asuka’s face.

Maybe that will make you shut the fuck up, asshole.

Vinzent wasn’t expecting anything in particular. … He sure as hell didn’t expect to connect his fist right where it’ll hurt on her. After this…

Who knows? But the fury is all he knows now.

Asuka Fukuda

It’s not like she hadn’t been asking for it. Any other person could tell that, regardless of what Asuka might say on the subject. Who started a conversation like that? Who delighted in the idea of a fight they didn’t intend to cause?

The hit connects before Asuka even has time to process it. Who knows why - maybe Asuka thought he was all talk, maybe she just expected a different hit first. It doesn’t matter, because the end result is the same.

Asuka staggers backwards, face clearly shocked, a bright red mark visible. No noise comes out, Asuka doubled over slightly, one hand partially raised in disbelief. It’s like that for several seconds, Asuka’s only movement her blinking.

“YOU!”

Then the silence, that slight pause as her brain catches up to her just reward, is broken by an enraged shriek that is sure to echo for miles. There is nothing but a vengeful fire in her eyes, the good mood there previously gone.

If the hit hadn’t hurt as badly, if it hadn’t been as much of a surprise, she’d probably be grinning.

Instead, there is no hesitance as a fist is swung Vinzent’s way, right towards his stomach. The distance between them from her staggering is, at least, enough to lessen the blow since there’s a bit more time to react, but not by much.

Time for a brawl!

Vinzent Mayer

Asuka Fukuda

The steam hasn’t been gone. It has stayed. His memories hasn’t gone away, but it sure was put aside. Because now was really the time. He had to either get out of the fight or knock her out. Those were his only options.

He was surprised at how strong the hit has been. Vinzent has been sure that since he refused to take a fight for years, that he’d just… Not know how to throw a solid punch. But no. Maybe survival and fury were the answer. Still, he shouldn’t lower his guard.

Because Asuka has been coming to him with a swing toward his stomach, something he expected. Somehow, he managed to dodge it just in time. And it wouldn’t end there.

He had two choices. Either put her out of commission for a bit (if possible), to give him time to run away, or… He could run away now. But she would catch up to him. There’s no time to think.

… Damn it. Fine. Brawl time it is.

This time, he’ll swing his leg toward her lower half, in hopes to throw her off balance.

Asuka Fukuda

Today just wasn’t Asuka’s day. Seems she really was underestimating this guy for no particular reason, huh?

Maybe she’d been unopposed for too long, because her balance isn’t just thrown off. Oh no, Asuka’s balance is shattered. She hits the floor with a loud thud, with zero time to react as she stumbles forwards. Face-first on the ground, Asuka is forced to just kind of lie there, prone.

That’s twice this has happened. Twice her face has been hit and she’s just been forced to lie there. It makes her grit her teeth, and it makes that ever-present rage rise. Even if she had started it, she didn’t think she deserved this (she totally did)!

Rather than do any other attack - she’s not done yet, but god she needed her balance back first - Asuka uses the time to scramble onto her feet, unsteady and still quite open for attack. You reap what you sow, huh?

Vinzent Mayer

Asuka Fukuda

It is just Not Her Day!

Vinzent on the other hand, was still having difficulty breathing normally. This was really happening. And he was not done.

He was glad his trick worked for now because he wasn’t taking any more chance…

Perhaps shutting her up for a little while would be good.

Another swing was on Asuka’s way while she was still vulnerable.

It’s now or never.

Asuka Fukuda

It seems it’s going to be now, folks!

The hit connects. Maybe it’s not enough to fully take her out, but it’s enough that the pain she’s been feeling this entire fight only increases. Seems like nothing is going her way, huh?

Asuka’s ready to crumple now. Maybe she’d been exerting herself a little bit too much over the hours. Still, she’s not going down without getting one hit in!

…Okay, well, the punch is pathetic. The form is sloppy, she doesn’t have much force behind it, and she’s practically already falling over. She can be proud of herself for trying though!

….Still doesn’t help when she flops down onto the floor, passed out. Yikes.

Vinzent Mayer

Asuka Fukuda

Shit okay. That’s enough. Vinzent won’t go out of his way to literally knock her lights out. He has done enough violence that he feared he might fuck up even further.

Of course Asuka wasn’t done. But that attempt was at least easy to avoid. And…

Ouch, yeah. That’s enough fight for today. Jeez, he was really scared. If he had more confidence like a dumbass, maybe he’d pat himself on the back for managed to get out of the fight unscathed. But really, he felt… Bad. Not necessarily bad for Asuka, because she had it coming. But bad because he felt he lowered himself to the worst standards. He fought this time because he was scared. And he… Somehow did it after all that time.

Now if only he could beat up his old bully with the same luck he had with Asuka, as revenge, then that’d be gratifying…

~~It wouldn’t be, really. But god, did he ever wish pain and misery upon that guy.~~

… God, fuck. He just hoped she wasn’t going to die. But it seemed she’s just passed out, and… It’s not really his problem anymore, is it? His only option was running away now. Now that it was safer.