A Simple Waltz Through the Nation's Capital (Saileyra Only) (TOPIC COMPLETED)

*Fucking assholes taking up my personal space and groping me* was the thought of a certain Japanese Crossdresser. Hana hated being in crowded cities, as it meant he had to be in close proximity to other people. He hated having his personal space invaded, due to how little space there was when he was moving around. Not to mention that his appearance unfortunately kept him in close proximity to certain people who liked to pinch him or fondle him.

Hana Saku was currently dressed in one of those Japanese Schoolgirl outfits, though it was more high-class and conservative than what was seen in more suggestive books and movies. He had a tie, his knee-length, pale-blue hair was locked into twin ponytails that stuck out at the top of his head with twin blue ribbons that cascaded down the sides of his body. A  knee-length skirt, button-up blouse, thigh-high socks and shoes accompanied it, as well as elbow-high gloves. Not to mention the parasol clutched in his hands. His wide, doe-like, greenish blue lips made him look like such an innocent young lady, even though he was far from a lady at all.

His feminine, beautiful face was locked into a serene, polite, demure expression as he twirled his parasol around in his hands a bit. The beautiful young 'lady' looked so much like a female that it was practically impossible to tell what his true gender was. He also pretended to not notice the occasional pinch, grope, or fondle of his person. A proper lady would ignore it and move on, focus on more important things. Besides, he didn't want to bring attention to himself.

While Hana was inwardly very annoyed at the rather lecherous actions aimed towards his person, on the outside, he was the definition of calm, demure and grace. His eyes, stance, and general facial expression showed no indication of his inner annoyance and anger at the open perverseness these morons displayed in public. However, he would control himself and prevent attention from being drawn towards his person, as he would rather not be in the public eye for anything other than his looks.

As he continued on his path, he stopped in his tracks when a woman seemed to fall out of the sky and create a large crack in the ground upon impact. Hana put up a front of being surprised, taking a step back in surprise, placing his left hand over his heart, widening his eyes and letting out a gasp. Inwardly, he wasn't surprised at all. He was always on his guard, and was always wary and suspicious of everyone and everything around him, so even this didn't catch him off guard.

The woman in front of him claimed he was different, making it sound like a simple observation. Well, that certainly wasn't the first time he had been held under suspicious for being different. If he wasn't so good at controlling himself and keeping himself composed, he would surely have experienced an adrenaline rush of some kind. However, that wasn't going to happen, and his little show of being surprised quickly went away. He made a show of going back to be polite, demure, as well as calm and composed.

"Ah, you surprised me a bit there with your sudden appearance. I hope you'll forgive me if you thought I was scared of you for a moment. Konichiwa, by the way" Hana said politely with warm, welcoming smile as he curtsied in apology to the woman. He didn't really mean it, but he was supposed to be a proper lady after all, and he had remembered his lessons well, so he made sure to avoid being rude to the woman in front of him.

Hana was very calm and demure on the outside, but on the inside, he was glaring at the woman. So, the woman in front of him was holding him under suspicious because he was too calm after being jumped by another person? Hana was actually very impressed by her paranoia, as Hana himself would have held them under suspicion if he witnessed the same thing happen to someone else. However, Hana certainly wasn't going to indulge her on her paranoia.

As he opened his mouth to reply, the woman launched a punch at him, hitting him directly in the nose. While he actually barely felt anything other than impact, he made sure to act up a storm. He quickly let the tears flow and he clutched his nose in imaginary pain as he dropped his parasol. He made sure to squeeze it hard enough for it to leave big bruise, but not enough to break his nose. After all, it would seem surprising if she were able to get hit by a punch and not leave some kind of injury. He fell to his knees fake-crying up a storm, though the tears were freely flowing so it didn't seem like he was faking it.

He continued to cry and clutched at his nose, staying on his knees as he wailed. The people around them were hissing and glaring at Saileyra, and one woman even went so far as to dial the cops and give them a location so she could tell them of some unknown woman unfairly assaulting a 'poor, innocent girl'. Very quickly, sirens could be heard as the police raced to the scene, while some of the pedestrians were placing comforting hands on the 'girl' and try to get her to stop crying.

Hana continued to clutch at himself as he sat there on his knees, faking the whole 'crying his eyes out' thing. He did, in fact, hear the little explanation that the woman claimed he was a metahuman merely because she demonstrated her full strength on the ground. However, the woman was clearly gullible if she thought that Hana couldn't twist her argument around on it's head to use to his advantage. The woman clearly had no idea who she was messing with, if she honestly thought Hana was just going to abandon his act merely because she called him out.

Hana looked up at the crowd who seemed to look at him as if he were an abomination. Well, that could easily be fixed. After calming himself down for a few moments, the tears eventually going away, he looked up at them. "Why exactly do you just believe her that I'm a Metahuman? Isn't it obvious to you all what she did? She held back when she hit me, and why did she do that? It was because of what would happen if she truly hit me as hard as she did. If she truly hit me as hard as she did the ground, I would be dead, but I'm not. Do you know why? It's because if she did, and I was killed, she would be branded a criminal and charged with murder" he explained to them in a distressed voice, acting as if he was surprised they would even think he was a Metahuman.

As the cops got here and got the stories of the people, he continued on. "Just because she hit me does not prove I am a Metahuman. If anything, she is a compulsive liar and a seed of discord. She was the one who committed a crime and when she was ousted as the bully she rightfully was, she tries to turn the argument around and claim that I am like her. If she had meant to kill me, she would have, but she didn't, because if she truly hit me with her hardest, than she would be a wanted criminal for murdering a random pedestrian" he said to them, using logic to get them to see reason.

The humans seemed to hang on to his every word, and seemed to come around to his way of thinking, and started to side with him as they told the story to the cops. Hana mentally smirked to himself as he, too, told his story to the cops, as well as explain the reasoning to why he wasn't dead. The cops, after thinking it over for a moment, eventually came to the decision that Hana was right, as Hana didn't fight back or attack anyone, and was just walking around minding his own business. With that, it became official, the unknown woman was now being hunted for by the D.C Law Enforcement. Meanwhile, Hana got away clean without being branded a metahuman.

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