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[Translation]Former Lives of the SDU: File 04 - Darumi Amemiya's Metamorphosis - Chapter 1
Character profile
DARUMI AMEMIYA
A high school girl living at the Ueno district of the Tokyo Residential Complex. A 17-year-old living every day close to the edge ever since her family turned dysfunctional. Her mind is extremely unstable, with emotions swinging wildly between manic and depressed. She poses as a euphoric and easygoing girl, but behind the mask, her heart is about to wear out.
Writer: Kyouhei Oyama
Editor: Kazukata Kodaka
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Darumi Amemiya gained some street smarts since started working at an all-girls bar.
"Ahahahahahahahah! Oh, mister, your way with words is out of this world! Are you a pro comedian or something?"
"Nothing like that. I'm just your regular office worker. Was I really that funny?"
"Ooooh yeah, you got me dying of laughter! Heheh, I'm still laughing… Ahahahahahah!"
In the White Papillon, this worn-down all-girls bar in the Ueno Ward of the Tokyo Residential Complex, Darumi put her conversation skills to shine against a customer. One hand covered her mouth as she thunderously laughed, while the other wiped the tears that came out from laughing too much.
"Ok, so what happened next? What came out of your little office romance with the dumb new girl? C'mon, c'mon, tell me more!"
Darumi leaned at the counter, naggingly urging the customer to keep the story going.
"Oh, Darumi, how can I ever say no to you? Fine, if you want to know that bad, I'll tell you, baby. Kept it between us, ok?"
With the middle-aged customer also leaning on the counter, their noses came a few centimeters away from touching. The client flashed Darumi a point-blank smile and proudly continued to narrate his adultery case. Bit by bit, he disclosed a detailed account of his romance with the new girl at his office, all delivered in a comedic tone.
"Ahahahahah!" "Pfft, stoooop! I can't breathe!" "Do you need all these cliffhangers? I wanna hear the whole story, mister!"
Every time Darumi burst out laughing, the client put more oomph in his storytelling—and throughout his talk, he got many extra shots of his drink.
(Yay, I made bank today), Darumi whispered in a volume no one could hear as she clutched her fist. That's because the actresses at the bar were granted financial incentives proportional to the amount their assigned customers drank.
To capitalize on this opportunity for a fatter paycheck, Darumi delivered overblown laughter and excessive compliments to her clients. Sometimes playing dumb, sometimes bring her face closer, she stimulated the customers.
"Ahahahahahahahahah! Never a dull day when you come in for a chat, mister!"
The bar staff was composed of silver-tongued actresses earning above-average salaries and ineloquent actress failing below minimum wage. Those were the cruel mechanisms of the night world. The low income employees suffer more as the store begins to treat them worse.
Darumi used to be among the low-wage workers until recently. She would stumble on her words to the customers, say nothing beyond "Oh…" and "Wow…", and repeat the cycle until her clients got fed up with her. She's been through a long streak of failures.
But one day, Darumi discovered her winning trick.
—The clients love when I say the complete opposite of what I feel.
When she wanted to say "I'd rather eat shit than hear you talk", she'd cackle maniacally at the "funny story".
When she wanted to say "Out of my sight, jerkface", she'd sweetly pester the jerkface to stay longer.
When she wanted to call someone gross, she'd offer fervent praise to the "hot and awesome" animal.
As it turns out, conversation boiled down to a rhythm game where you dish out lies at the perfect timing. Ever since she realized that, Darumi's salary has been consistently above average.
Thus, Darumi was committed to always say the opposite of what she felt while on the clock.
"Aren't you more energetic than usual, Darumi? Anything nice happened?", the smirking man peered into Darumi's face.
"Whoa, you can tell? Sharp eye there, mister! Oh yeah, something awesome happened!"
"Hah, I know my girl so well. What is it, Darumi? C'mon, c'mon, tell me more."
"Noooope! None's getting in on my little secret!"
She was actually having a bad day. A man punched her face before she left for work, leaving her left cheek swollen. The punched area still stung enough for tears to build up around her eyes.
But Darumi never showed her pain to the clients. She'd mindlessly laugh all night, hiding her swollen cheek and doomster heart under her glittery make-up and short dress.
Because Darumi knew all too well that baring her soul paid poorly.
"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!"
Her hollow laughter intensified the pain on her cheek every time.
Throb, throb, throb, throb. She couldn't discount the possibility a bone cracked there.
Nevertheless, Darumi didn't even entertain the thought of clocking out early. Every shot she served counted for her bonuses. She wanted every yen she could get.
As for why she needed the money so bad…
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Links:
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5