 Oh, a woeful tale for you have I, FB.
I've been a fan of Di Gi Charat for a while now, and a few months ago I picked up a Dejiko hat for myself. I have loved this hat ever since I grabbed it. Not a day has gone by when I haven't worn this hat. Unfortunately, my cranium apparel preference seemed to not sit well with a group of kids in the inner I can only presume to be some sort of gang. Every time I go by them to the local anime store (if you want to call it that - it isn't *really* an anime store but it's the only place in town that sells anime merchandise), they sneer at me or look away or whatever. One of them even threw a rock at me once, but it missed.
Anyway, I recently decided that, as much as I loved this hat, it simply wasn't enough. I had to have more. Fortunately, this shop head nearly the entire Dejiko outfit in stock. I got a good deal of money for my birthday, and with it, I biked to the shop (lol gas prices plus I love riding my bike) and splurged. I got myself the gloves, the cat feet and even the tail. (Sadly, the dress and the bells were out of stock.) It was such a wonderful feeling purchasing these items. I had to wear them right away! So after paying for them I immediately put them all on, even the tail. Wearing my new Dejiko gear with pride, I left the store.
Unfortunately, wearing the tail out of the store was a mistake, as I had no sooner stepped through the doors before I tripped over it. I did a few somersaults before I stopped, almost in a rolling fashion. Having hurt a bit more than my pride, I slowly got up when I noticed them.
The presumed gang had been present across the street. They saw me. They saw the whole thing.
Their reaction today was different. Normally they would leave me alone for the most part outside of a few mean looks and words. No, today they looked noticably angrier. They started coming across the street toward me with unbridled fury in their eyes and movement. I can only suppose that they hated my beloved getup - and, as a result, they were hating me.
Quickly I ran to where my bike was (in doing so, I realized I had parked it in a spot they commonly used for their bikes as well as...other things) and sped off, but because of their relentless pursuit, I panicked in my flight and got lost in the city. Fortunately I was sufficiently quick in my escape that they had lost sight of me. At this point, my goal was to simply find my way home without running into them again.
I snuck along backpaths and alleyways, hoping to remain unnoticed. It was not long before I started spotting them. It seems they had broken up into many groups and were now more or less combing the city for me. It was like they were...patrolling for me, I suppose you could say.
Fortune smiled on me that day, though, and I was able to successfully weave my way through their search and find my way home. But I was not quick to forget the events that had just transpired. I was still frightened to death. They were ready to do me serious physical harm - all because of a bicycle and a cute cat outfit.
I think...
I think they were tryna catch me ridin' furry. | 
