Fujiko the Criminal

An annoyed Bianka emerged from one of the holding cells.

“About time you let me out! Did you seriously forget about me!?” she yelled at Kurobane.

“No, other issues arose, and needed to be dealt with. We have concluded that you did not sexually harass, nor assault anyone. However, you did level slanderous accusations against the Serene Sea Spa and salon. For that you shall be punished," Kurobane glared.

“What? Locking me up for nearly 5 hours wasn’t good enough for you? Besides YOU should know what I said was factual. Heck, you’re the one putting your girlfriend before your duty.”

“I believe the latter half of your statement applies to you. Do not put personal grudges before your duty. Also, Yumeko is NOT my girlfriend. As for your punishment…”

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Mochi and Serika looked up as they heard Bianka grumbling and stomping her way towards them.

“Bianka, please be quiet, just because its raining doesn’t mean you can make a ruckus inside,” Mochi stated.

Bianka turned to Mochi and gasped.

“Mochi! What happened to your face!?”

“I was kicked in the face by Madoka Ginkawa.She is currently being detained in maximum security. Feel free to interrogate her. Now explain to me why Yamaguchi-san was so upset and why you have a reverse mohawk.”

“What? I just wanted to change up my image," Bianka smiled as she ran her fingers through the bare line of skin in the middle of her head.

“You look ridiculous. Either shave it all off or wear a hat until it grows back.”

“Harsh, but if it’s what you want, I’ll do it. Though I was only trying to arrest the trash that hurt you.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Serika.

“Well, I was able to catch their street demonstration…"

Going back in time to earlier this morning...

Bianka breathed heavily as she reached the location Yuni told her to go. She began pushing through the crowd and eventually reached Yumeko and Fujiko.

“OH! It looks like we have our final lucky volunteer! Will she bravely go for our infamous shave!? Or will she chicken out like our last two volunteers!?” Yumeko declared as she hyped up the crowd.

“Neither! I’m here to arrest a criminal!” Bianka yelled as she whipped out her badge.

The crowd grew silent as Yumeko stared in shock at Bianka before regaining her composure.

“HO HO! It seems officer sexy from the strip club is here for a shave! I confess, we did pay you beforehand! Now then, lets begin your extreme makeover!”

“Stop screwing around! This is NOT an act! I’m here to arrest Fujiko Yamaguchi for assault, stalking, and a host of other nefarious crimes!” Bianka glared.

Fujiko’s sadistic smile slowly turned into a scowl as Yumeko gritted her teeth.

“I It seems she’s getting a little to into things, don’t worry this is all part of the act-”

“LIKE HELL IT IS! FUJIKO IS A CRIMINAL THAT SHOULD BE IN PRISON! THREE YEARS AGO, SHE WAS ARRESTED FOR ASSAULTING AND CAUSING GREAT BODILY HARM TO MULTIPLE YOUNG WOMEN! Myself included,” Bianka angrily trembled.

The crowd gasped in shock as Yumeko began to panic.

“SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SERVING TIME IN PRISON, YET CORRUPT OFFICIALS DECIDED TO LET HER OUT EARLY AFTER SHE-GAH!”

Bianka stopped as she felt something dig into the back of her head. A chunk of hair flew into the air as Bianka turned to see Fujiko holding a pair of clippers. Bianka felt the back of her head. There was now a bare line of skin where some of her hair used to be.  Bianka then pulled back her hand as the audience screamed in fear. Blood was dripping from her hands.

“OOPSEE! This is why we tell you to always keep your head still, if you move around like a maniac, you get cut!” Fujiko giggled as she licked Bianka’s blood off her clippers.

“YOU BITCH YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!” Bianka roared as she tackled Fujiko.

“WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING! THIS WASN’T WHAT WE ASKED YOU TO DO! POLICE! THIS CRAZY STRIPPER IS ASSAULTING MY SISTER!” Yumeko screamed in horror. 

The crowd dispersed in fear as Bianka and Fujiko wrestled on the ground. Fujiko quickly pinned down Bianka and kneeled over her with her clippers in hand. Bianka quickly swatted away the clippers as Fujiko got up before slamming her elbow into Bianka’s stomach.

“TAKE THAT YOU SEX OFFENDER! IF YOU PERVS THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH SEXUALLY HARASSING MADAM FUJIKO, YOU’RE ON A ONE-WAY TRIP TO HAIRLESS HELL! DRAG HER TO THE CHAIR AND FINISH THE JOB!” Yumeko roared as she regained her composure.

The remaining members of the crowd roared in excitement as Fujiko dragged Bianka by her hair towards the chair. She threw her into the chair and triggered the restraints before picking up her clippers and pulling out a roll of duct tape from her apron pocket. She slapped a piece of tape over Bianka’s mouth before grabbing the microphone from Yumeko.

“NOW WHAT SHOULD WE DO TO THIS NAUGHTY BITCH!?” she asked the crowd.

‘SHAVE HER HEAD! SHAVE HER HEAD!” the crowd chanted.

Fujiko smiled as she held the clippers in the sky and drove them right down the middle of Bianka’s head. Before she could make another pass, a police siren blared, and a squad car pulled up.

“DROP YOUR WEAPON IMMEDIATELY!” Mutsumi yelled as she and some officers ran up to the stage.

“Release her this instant or I’m taking you both in!” she ordered.

Yumeko begrudgingly released Bianka as Fujiko glared at Mutsumi. Sensing Fujiko’s bloodlust, Yumeko immediately hugged her and whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, just stay strong and I’ll make sure you can finish the job.”

Fujiko smiled as she heard those words and pocketed her clippers. Bianka was then taken to the station where an angry Kurobane ordered her to be locked up.  Mutsumi then recieved Yuni's coded distress call and headed out while Yumeko and Fujiko submitted their official testimonies of the incident. Yumeko and Fujiko  then waited around the station until Mutsumi returned.

Back in the present...

Serika grumbled as Bianka finished her story.

“Wait, so you’re saying one of those stylists has a criminal record!?" she asked.

“Yeah, and she was supposed to still be in prison serving her sentence," Bianka glared.

“Could she have gotten out on good behavior?”

“No! What happened was she- “

“HOW MEAN! Its not nice to talk about people behind their back!”  a voice sneered.

Everyone turned to see a soaking wet Fujiko standing before them along with a cart. Lightning flashed as Fujiko smiled and pulled out her clippers.

“FUJIKO!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” Bianka screamed.

“Onee-sama said I could shave the naughty girl you just arrested. She looked so beautiful, and I wanted an early birthday present before my date tonight," Fujiko sneered.

“Hold on! You can’t just come in here and shave our prisoners!” Serika argued.

“My dad is the superintendent general! He said I’m free to shave all the female prisoners that get charged with crimes. It's part of my parole to turn me into a good girl.”

“Wait is THAT why you got out of prison- “

“NO! They were so mean! I had lots of fun in prison, but they kicked me out after I enslaved the entire female prison population.”

“Wha!? What the hell do you mean “enslaved”!?”

“Oh, I just shaved and humiliated them all beyond repair. Then the guard showed up and told me I’d been released. It was only 1 year. Besides, I hear they're all still begging for me to humiliate them even though they’ve all been transferred to the insane asylum.”

Serika shivered as Fujiko licked her clippers and began walking towards the back pulling a soaking wet cart full of her tools.

Down in the holding cell, Madoka surveyed her surroundings. She was in a very cramped cell with no furnishings aside from the chair she was restrained to, and a small toilet. While difficult to spot, security cameras were present in each corner of the ceiling. The only other notable feature was the bank vault door that was electronically locked and could only be opened from the outside with a code and ID card. Madoka could effortlessly break free of her restraints, however, she chose not to. The reason for that was because she was not ready, nor felt the urgency to escape or use her trump card haphazardly.

 The trump card in question was a small device that Madoka had successfully hidden in her hair. It was a small hairpin that looked like an ordinary strand of hair. It was designed by Emerii and capable of emitting an electromagnetic wave that could easily shut down all electronic devices in a small area for a brief amount of time. In other words, it was Madoka’s way of dealing with the door and cameras. However, the device could not be used in succession and was a one-time deal. Meaning Madoka would only get one chance to break free. One chance was all she needed, however, she preferred to use it only if there was an emergency. This was not the only device Madoka had stashed in her hair, however. She also had a device that was tied to Emerii’s smartwatch and would only vibrate if her S.O.S. signal went off. Madoka had faith that Emerii would be able to recover the video, and thus prove her innocence or at least justify her and Yuni’s actions against Mochi to a degree. However, she was also worried that Emerii would be targeted by Illumous. Therefore, she only decided to escape if her life or Emerii’s was in danger.

“Guess I’ll just relax, though I should try to keep track of time as best I can. I also need to be vigilante if someone comes in to check on me. While I doubt, they’ll find the devices, nor accidentally trigger them, I need to be prepared in case they do," Madoka thought as she looked up at the ceiling, unaware that Fujiko was inching closer and closer to her.