One morning, a Japanese schoolgirl was running through the halls to get to the school roof. Why, you ask? Because the school roof was the best spot to eat lunch, of course. Why was this schoolgirl so eager to eat somewhere so remote and far away from her classroom? Because her upperclassmen wouldn't look for her there. It's unfortunate, but the class above her wasn't particularly friendly towards her and her natural light brown hair. In particular, there were two senior girls who constantly bullied the poor brunette.
However, lady luck didn't care much for this schoolgirl. Upon reaching the stairwell, she leaped up two steps at a time in powerful strides with her petite legs. You could call is carelessness or you could say she was rushing far too much, but her foot caught on the penultimate step, bringing her face abruptly to the concrete platform.
She scuffled to her knees and wiped her forehead. There didn't seem to be any blood or graze. There were casualties, though. She sat and silently gazed upon a mixture of rice, eggs and assorted sides had scattered on the floor. Diligently, the schoolgirl mopped up her ill-fated lunch into her bento box with the lid. Don't cry, she told herself. She was a mature high school student, she reminded herself. Proper ladies don't cry over spilled milk—or lunch, in this case. After that was done, she stood up and made her way up the remaining stairs onto the roof.
The poor, hungry schoolgirl, laying down on the single bench she had brought to the rooftop long ago, admired the vast skies. At that moment, she envied the sky for having no stomach. It did, however, have a person it in. The queerness of the sight suspended reality for a moment, and only when the person had fallen a hundred feet farther did the schoolgirl react. And by react, she sprang to her feet.
What she saw was a foreigner dressed in a soldier's uniform. Before she could say anything, he slapped his helmet, saying, "Son of a gun!"
"Who are you?" the schoolgirl asked in Japanese.
The paratrooper looked around the roof for a second. "Where the fuck am I, China?" he cried, punctuating his question with a, "Hot damn!"
The schoolgirl was noticeable perplexed at the situation in front of her.
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