Tatsumaki's 'Steak': A Fictional Narrative

“I suppose you’ll all need around five or ten minutes to order.” “Give us eight to nine. No earlier, no later,” Saitama ordered. He was a businessman after all, everything had to be precise with him. Either that or it’s wrong. Their waitress hurried away. Everyone on the staff seemed so nervous when he entered as if he had this shroud of a dominance aurora around him. To the contrary, he didn’t ask for anything special except for regular treatment. “Water and lobster,” Saitama announced, “Hopefully the damn thing comes back to life and claws at me.” “Steak. I’ll pretend it’s human flesh and go from there,” Tatsumaki closed her menu, “And I want wine, the most expensive one they have.” “I wouldn’t even say high-quality taste, you’re just digging …show more content…

What have you done to her?” “What she has done to *herself, you mean. Never have I ever physically harmed her.” “Emotionally and mentally, however.” She looked up at him. Her expression growing darker, “You will not treat Genos the way you treated her, do you hear me? Fubuki is different. She had common sense, she was more mature. Genos is…Well, he doesn’t handle himself the way he should… To see him ever ending up like she did is the main reason why I should rip your head off.” “It’s not what I do, it’s what they do. I’m sadly the reason they do such things to themselves. You know what I’m saying?” “I don’t want to know what you’re saying.” A hand squeezed her shoulder, she looked at Saitama’s annoyed expression and she knew. She didn’t want to move too much but she looked over her shoulder. Navy blue hair, red lipstick, white pearls. “Get your hand off me,” Tatsumaki ordered, “I feel as if you touch me, my skin would bubble away.” “Sister! It’s so lovely to see my wonderful and loving sibling after so many years!” She yelled to draw in a …show more content…

I haven’t seen you in what seems like eons! I missed you so, so much! Come, sit with me and my husband for dinner.” A collection of “Awes” had sounded as Fubuki took her seat next to her sister, making Tatsumaki angrier. “Is there a reason you needed a crowd?” Saitama, whose hands was in his pockets, “I wouldn’t leave my darling wife alone in the sea of executives.” Genos was coming back from the bathroom when they made eye contact with one another. Genos smiled when he had sat down to hide his nerves, “Hello!” He whispered, going back into his spot at the