Chapter 2: The Liar Butterfly
Chapter 2 starts with Yuuji in his room, staring at a piece of paper. He pauses, lets out a sigh, then chucks the paper in the garbage. Or at least he tries. The crumpled paper bounces off the trashcan and rolls on the floor, like fuck you buddy, you get your sweet cheeks over here and send me off gently. Yuuji must be a man that can’t stand a mess because he actually does get up and put the offending paper in the trash receptacle as intended. Returning to his desk, the jar holding Masaki’s cigarette catches his eye.
Touching the glass gently, Yuuji muses: “I wonder what he’s writing about…”
We jump to earlier in the day and we see Masaki, letting out a molar exposing yawn, a little spit flying out in the process.
Yuuji: =___= *wipes a bit of the spit away*
It’s club time. All the members have assembled – Yuuji, Masaki, Ayumi, some chick, and an angry little man in glasses. “Probably going to go bald in ten years if he doesn’t cool it” is I guess the leader of the club. He tells the members they need to write pieces for their club magazine.
Ayumi pokes Masaki and tells him he better write something.
Masaki: Ha! If I can’t even bother to show up at class, what makes you think I’ll put any effort into this club?
“All the Ulcers” howls at Masaki. Bitch, I don’t care if I have to sever your digits and replace all eleven with pens (Masaki: but I only have 10 fingers, what else did you sever? OMG, you’re not talking about my pe-), you will write and lurer in members. Papa needs the club membership fees to embezzle!
Masaki: still a little concerned about the danger to my manhood but anyway, how is this my problem?
Receding hairline: your penis is the problem
Masaki: excuse? Do we need to take my penis out for a test ride because it is majestic and still has that new car smell :/
Exactly, says Ayumi. No one wants to join the club because of Masaki. Apparently, it’s rumored Masaki likes to stick his dick into every hole he can find and no one wants to be in a room with a guy wearing a block of swiss cheese on his wang.
Masaki: THAT WAS FRESHMAN YEAR AND I WAS DRUNK
Anger Management begins talking again: with the goal of attracting potential members, each current member will write a piece that’s 50 pages long. Anyone who doesn’t finish their assignment will have to stare at his misshapen balls for 5 minutes.
Everyone: welp if that ain’t motivation, I don’t know what is.
Grumpy: I’m happy you’re all grabbing your pens and writing but the fact my balls were more of a motivator than a gun to the head is a bit depressing.
Back to the present. Yuuji is still staring at his blank papers. “I mean, it’s not like I want to be a writer or anything. All I have to do is fake something up but easier said than done…”
Yuuji: But not seeing those balls is a good motivator. If Twilight can do it, so can I.
The phone rings, cutting in to his thoughts. It’s his sister.
Yuuji: FUCK I mean, hey sis
It’s Yuuji’s b-day coming up. The family wants to celebrate it with dinner. Yuuji tries to worm his way out of it but like in chapter 1 when his sister left her shit at his place, Yuuji rolls over and agrees. Also, no college student can ever truly say no to free food.
The next day, Yuuji goes to class and sees a face he’d never thought he’d see in a class, awake: Masaki. What, were they fumigating the club room? And even then, Masaki would still refuse to leave.
Masaki: you heard the man. Exposed, wrinkled genitals. No looking away. Pulsating in front of my eyes. No. Plus, it’s too noisy at my place.
As Masaki’s pencil flies, Yuuji watches him. Behind them, girls gawk at the both of them. Yuuji is hot but then there’s something about Masaki and his chlamydia infested penis that’s got a girl interested.
Not sure why the girls are shown. Maybe to show how popular both are?
Because they are literally never shown again after these two panels lol
Yuuji tries to look like he’s busy reading, but he can’t concentrate. He asks Masaki why he joined the club in the first place.
Masaki: little late to be asking that. How long have we known each other? =___=;
Masaki explains that the prior club leader had came to him and begged for his help. The club was in danger of being abolished. Masaki agreed to help if in exchange he can use the club room to crash.
Masaki is about to say more but his pencil runs out of lead. Rather than think, shit I’m out of lead, he instead keeps pressing down on the top of the pencil, hoping lead will magically come out.
Yuuji, face =___=, hands over some lead to Masaki.
Masaki: :D yaya!
His fingers brush against Yuuji’s, who almost cums at the contact. Masaki is unaware of the affect his touch has, and asks Yuuji why he joined the dumpster fire they call a club? Yuuji doesn’t give a straight answer, though we readers can tell what his motivator was.
[I’m growing to hate myself, for taking pleasure in just touching him…]
Later that day, we meet the rest of the family members in Yuuji’s family. Mom is pretty much a foodie and made a career out of that. Dad produces movies. And sis who we met earlier rides on dad’s coattails and works in the film industry as well. Yuuji tells us, as his dad gives him some nice coin for his birthday, that he feels uneasy with his family. There’s never been anything for him to complain about or left for want but, with them, he doesn’t feel like he belongs.
After dinner, Yuuji parts with his family, lying that he has plans to meet up with friends. They leave and Yuuji tap dances in his head about surviving the night. Then, as we all do when we get older, he reflects on his added year to his age. This means he’ll grow a beard, and get buff/fat, depending on life choices. The exact opposite of what he’d like to be when he’s older (he thinks this as he watches a lady walk by). Head in thought, a window display catches his eye.
[ knew I shouldn’t. I knew jumping in would only end with pain. But even still…]
Yuuji enters the store – pretty much Japanese Zara. The sales lady welcomes him and looks around expectantly for a woman with him. Yuuji explains he’s here to find a dress for his girlfriend.
Sales lady: *suspicious but doesn’t get paid enough to care*
She helps him with selections, until Yuuji settles on a dress, blowing all his b-day money, which makes me think either 1.) how much is that fucking dress or 2.) did your rich dad literally give you $25 because how did you blow it all on one piece of clothing??
At home, Yuuji reflects on his purchase (not sure why he’s lying on his bed, hands on his belly, face concderned, like he wants to take a shit but can’t). That dress was hellah expensive. He could have bought a video game, actual food, clean underwear, and instead he threw everything on a dress…and some dope ass pearls.
The sudden fear of having to suffer the stare down with his club leader’s wrinkled prunes he calls balls spurs Yuuji out of his thoughts and back to his desk. He begins to write again and this time is making good progress. Every now and then, he stops to look at the dress and smiles.
[Clothes I want to wear. Just having that dress near me…makes me feel like I’ve found a place where I belong]
After an all nighter, Yuuji finishes his short story. We look over his shoulder to see the title of his work: The Liar Butterfly.
Chapter 2 end!
Told you chapter 2 was pretty tame. But now we have paved the road for our insane journey ahead. I’m talking blood will be shed, that’s how cray things are going to get (but that’s not until later on).