Len vs. The Gyaru Queen

Len decided on one night to return to his home city of Divenity, a mining town up in the mountains. It was probably refreshing to see his old stomping grounds after the long trip it took to get there. Not too much had changed since he left, but it seemed like there were a few too many sexy women on the streets wandering about. Kind of like a trio of girls about Len's age that had obviously dyed blonde hair, form-fitting clothes, and almost too much makeup on their faces.

Eh, he could ignore them and wander about if he liked.

Len breathed in the clean air of Diventy and let out a small smile, it felt good being home... how was he enough of a dumbass to leave the place with 0 clues as to where his parents went? What a fucking dumbass... Either way, he might need to find his old residence to search for clues...

Wait, the excessive makeup, the dyed hair, those clothes... Ugh... not her. Len immediately recognized his childhood "friend", she and her friends might as well be the only group of Gyarus in Divenity, after all.

Please, no eye contact or I'm going to kill myself Len prayed to whatever higher existence was listening, he did NOT want to deal with her today.

(Would the Queen be his childhood friend or one of the grunts?)

The trio of Gyarus didn't notice Len, but they also weren't safely out of his way. They kept chatting with each other while walking down the street, conveniently going the same way that Len was planning using to get back to his home. One of the ladies seemed taller and curvier than the others and also wore more revealing clothing, and she clearly didn't care that her cheeks were hanging out of her shorts.

Maybe if Len kept his eyes closed, he'd avoid eye contact and therefore wouldn't have to kill himself!

(Whoever you feel the most comfortable writing)

Len simply kept his head down and tried not to call attention to himself.

Sneak (79) Fail

Len kept his head down, but because he was, he didn't notice how annoyingly slow the girls were moving and bumped into the back of the tallest one. "Oof! Hey, where do you think you're going?" She asked him, frustrated at his rudeness. But, she didn't appear to recognize him right away.

"My bad..." Len raised his hands while he smiled awkwardly, a good ol' classic trick to avoid creating trouble, which the brawler wouldn't bother using most times, but today was a good day and Len's mood was crystal clear.

"So... imma just head off." He said, strutting along and hoping they don't actually recognize.

Recognition (39) Fail

The girls just accepted his apology as he walked off, and they seemed confused while they looked at each other. Len could overhear their discussion.

"You guys know him?"

"Is he new? No, he felt familiar."

"Can't put my finger on it..." The three ladies were now following Len... but they were walking this direction before he bumped into them, so it could've just been them continuing on their previous path.

Len sped ahead, not running, but walking a tad faster, if they kept walking slowly he would soon he be finally free of those nuisances.

It would appear that Len's speed walking was working, as he soon made it within sight of his old home. And, if he looked over his shoulder, those punky girls weren't in sight. He could search for clues without that worry on his shoulders.

Thank the heavens for that, either way, no time to waste: Len stood in front of his old, abandoned home and then opened the door. What? Manners? He owned this fucking place why the fuck would he knock?

However, he was surprised, this place was quite different than how he remembered it, thoughts like: Wait did that table move? or Wasn't there an oven here?

Either way, now... he had 0 ideas about how to start? I mean... where could he even find a clue? Well, he just had to search everywhere, he totally had time.

Len certainly did have time, and he definitely wouldn't have to worry about that childhood 'friend'. He could search to his heart's content... if he knew what he was supposed to be looking for, that'd be great.

His house changed a lot in those last years he spent away from it, most of... well everything was missing, the beds, the tables and all the other shit that you would find on a house... hmm, figures. However, bedrolls, mattresses, and other 'sleepable stuff' and varied miscellany were laying on the ground, taking note of this Len sighed: There were fuckers squatting here, not that Len could blame them, this place probably stayed empty for a long time, but... ugh, the fucking audacity, at least that's how he described it in his own thoughts.

Either way, any possible clue would've been erased by whoever slept, fucked, and engaged in dirty, unholy acts, like handholding all, over this place. After deducing he would find no clues here, Len decided it was simply better to just go out and seek clues with the people that lived nearby, hopefully, some of them would recognize him... hopefully not anyone his age though, especially not those Gyarus.

It was probably hard on Len to see his old place getting squatted in, but that's just the way of things. He was soon back on the streets of Divenity and there weren't many other people on the street out in front of his former home. Those girls weren't in sight either, so he probably managed to make them thing he was just a random nobody.

Well... what better way to do it than to just go and knock on each and every door and just ask people? Because that is exactly what Len is going to do, so he went ahead to the closest house and just knocked on it's door.

The result from door number 1 was.... no answer. Which figures, because the lights weren't on and it was all locked up. The place was either vacant, whoever lived inside wasn't feeling it today, or they were off working or something.

So much for that.

Well, Len yet again went to the nearest house.

The next door was answered by a young man, a few years Len's senior. "Ah, hello. Can I help you?" He asked the visitor with a tilt of his head. There was a glint in his eyes, but it was hard to distinguish curiosity from recognition in this case.

"Yep, do you know what happened to the people that used to live in that house?" Len said, swinging his arm and pointing his index finger toward his old house.

"Can't say I do, I moved in pretty recently, living costs here aren't that bad. You might be able to get something out of the woman who lives across from me, however." The man responded as he swung his own arm to the house on the other side of the street. "She's told me that she was born and raised here."

Well, that had to be something, no? Len immediately went to that house and knocked on the door.

There wasn't an answer right away, but Len heard footsteps on the inside. In fact, it wasn't just footsteps. It was the clicking of high heels (they were wearing them in their own house?). Wasn't this house familiar? Like it had.... dark or repressed memories or something?

Len breathed a mouthful of air... he knew full well who was behind that door, but he needed a lead, and this woman's memories were the only legit chance he had, or at least the only thing he could think of right now.

That same woman from before opened the door, the gal he recognized. She had... grown. Her body was like a fully mature woman's and it was boasting overflowing assets in both the chest and waist area. Her clothes hardly hid anything more than half her breasts, her womanhood, and a third of her cheeks. "Can I help you... wait, you're that guy... wait, you're LEN! Where the hell have you been?" She asked in shock, her eyes going wide as surprise made her forget to play her 'role' as a painfully sexy young woman.

"Sup, Carol, I've been... y'know... living" Len said, trying to hide a certain hint of spite and hesitation in his voice (also trying to hide the fact he got sexually assaulted by midara... a lot), but still, he had questions to ask. "I really need to know what happened in my old house though... could you help me?"

UGH! there it was! Len was asking for help from her, just the thought of asking for help was already a thing he would stay away from, but to ask it from Carol? If he traveled 3 years to the past and told his younger self he would be doing this, his younger self would laugh at his face.

"What do you mean what happened? You left all that time ago, and you made it pretty obvious that you wanted me to stay the hell away." Carol crossed her arms with an unamused look as she rather openly checked Len out. "Could you be more specific?" The Gyaru asked as she leaned against the door frame, her stance making it easy for one's eyes to get distracted by her barely veiled curvature. Len could also catch her strong perfume, this woman had come pretty far these past few years when it comes to appeal.