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There are many days of the year that Tomoe does not particularly like due to bad memories associated with the date or just seem to be generally unlucky and problematic - Wednesdays, for example, seem to fall into this category on a troubling regularity.
However, there is one day of the year which she loathes above all other - the dreaded Tax Day.
Tax season is stressful for everyone, but truly tax day is the most stressful and cursed of any day within a single calendar year.
All day, Tomoe has had the distinct and unpleasant feeling that she forgot something - an anxious and foreboding fluttering in her stomach.
Even escaping the office early does nothing to abate the sinister feeling.
About to turn a corner to the next street, Tomoe freezes, her foot hovering in mid-air as an ominous shiver suddenly runs down her spine. The impending sense of immediate doom sends panic bubbling in her stomach as her fight-or-flight senses activate. Her brain suddenly makes a connection, and the feeling of dread suddenly makes sense.
Oh no, no, no, no no nonononono NO
“CHOUSEKI,” a booming voice screams in the distance. “WHERE ARE YOU?”
She dives face first into a tree.
The date hangs over her head as the horror dawns on her. Tomoe curses herself. How could she forget tax day?
“I THINK SHE CAME THIS WAY,” another voice screams shrilly.
"PSPSPSPSPS!"
Tomoe holds her breath.
A small mob gathers searching the street, checking behind every sign and post.
“CHOUSEKI-CHAN I HAVE SOME FUN MATH FOR YOU~!” screams another voice. "ONE - TWO - THREE-"
“I’M GOING TO FIND YOU CHOUSEKI-CHAN~” threatens another. "COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE!"
A herd of her former academy classmates run past her hiding space, the deafening thuds of their feet harmonizing with her racing heart.
Thud - thud - thud - thud - thud - thud - thud - thud
“WHICH WAY DID SHE GO?!” screams the ringleader, as he skids to a stop right under her tree.
Tomoe darts her eyes around looking for an escape from her current hell and unfortunately meets the eyes of an amused ninja who is lounging a few branches above her in her tree.
Help me, she begs the other tree ninja with her eyes and body language. I will reward you greatly if you help me escape.
She prays and prays and prays.
The ringleader begins to look up.
Tomoe sweats. She wants to beg for the sweet release of death.
After what feels like eternity, her fellow tree ninja nods.
“CHOUSEKI! DO OUR TAXES!”
Kawarimi no Jutsu
Later
"You saved my life. You are my personal hero - how can I ever repay you?”
“Do my taxes,” her fellow tree ninja replies.
