MAD! The Battling Otaku

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killerlung

Cosmic Mailman



  • OKAY LET THE GAMES BEGIN!


    CHAPTER 1: Enter the Kojo Poetry Brigade




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    It was a bright summer day in Mithras, the wind blew steadily, the grass swayed with it as if dancing to the instructions of some unknown being. Amongst the swaying trees, and chirping birds stood a group of brave warriors. A man dressed in red robes seemed to lead the group, while , a scantily clad neko girl with daggers, a large imposing man with a massive sword, and a nun followed him eagerly. The group trudged on for quite a ways until they stopped for seemingly no reason.


    "Is this it Katsu Kun?" The Neko girl asked in a voice that could only be described as sweet. She bounced up and down, her *cough* assets bouncing with her as she bobbed and weaved slicing at the air with her daggers.


    The man dressed in red nodded,     "Yeah we're finally here" he said with a smile as he looked up to the cloud filled sky.


    The Neko smiled, cheering along with the others in reply, "Yeah alright! so where is it?" they all seemed to ask the man in red, the man they called Katsu.


    The red mage smiled in reply,     "Wait for it.." he said casually as he stood pulling a staff from his back. The others merely glanced at him, somewhat puzzled with his reply, or at least they were before the earth began to rumble violently. The ground quaked, the sky blackend until it resembled a dark swirling void as something large and menacing approached. The sound of beating wings greeted all of their ears, as a roar pierced the day turned night.


    The group all drew their respective weapons as a mighty white dragon appeared, it's massive body crashing down on the earth below and sending clouds of dirt and dust up in all directions. The group all brandished weapons in response,     "Alright guys let's get this thing!" the man in red shouted as they all shouted.


    45 minutes later...


    The group was still battling the massive beast, panting heavily, they were wounded and hurting, even as their healer, the nun healed them they struggled to survive the white dragon's icy breath as it crashed down against their defenses. The red mage Katsu suddenly turned toward the others, "Serah hit me with a rejuv! I'm going in!" he shouted loudly as the nun nodded and a bright light encompassed the red mage.


    Suddenly the red mage was coated in fire, wild flames that began to burn brightly and swirl around his form licking at the air and crackling the frost that the dragon spewed at him. The fires soon spread, burning up the frost bitten grass, and building until they rose and formed a pair of fiery wings on the red mage's back. The man they called Katsu's eyes began to catch fire as he shouted some indiscernible incantation and charged at the dragon. His teammates stood in awe, watching as the mage began to burn at the countryside, his battle cry scorching their hearts as well as this land.


    The man leaped high into the air, pulling out a long katana that immediately caught flame as he forced it from its sheath, waking the blade from its slumber as he cried out and slashed at the beast with the flaming blade. "Take this, Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" he shouted as he slashed at the dragon, piercing the dragon's massive scales, and shearing a large chunk from the beasts icy white flesh before he was propelled back from the beast, by the beating of its wings. The cool winds tore at the red robes, and sent the mage flying back into the pasture before the beast. The mage landed on his feet, and brought his weapon forth to attack once more.


    Though as he did, the dragon suddenly and out of the blue charged and ate the red mage in a without a single seconds hesitation. The group looked on in horror, "No way, one bite" the knight muttered a mere second before he too was on the menu. The nun was next, followed by the neko exhibitionist. One by one the group was taken out, made a meal by the massive white beast.


    Meanwhile in a world much different from Mithras, a boy also by the name of Katsu sat in front of a computer screaming at his monitor indignantly. "What! Oh come on! Bastard dragon I'll get you, You'll pay!" he shouted at the screen as he frantically clicked away. Suddenly the messenger lit up on the corner of his screen, it was no doubt the party he was just with, the party he had so carefully selected to take down this dragon.


    They rang him, speaking in the message boxes, though as Katsu read the messages his anguish suddenly turned to outrage. "Wait what!? Kicking me from the group? But It's my group!" he shouted as he typed his response.


    The knight known as Tatonoki replied, "We can't keep doing this, you keep charging in and we all end up dying" .


    Katsu cringed in response, "Your a d-ck Tatonoki, if I recall correctly I'm the one who helped you train when you were a noob!".


    A girl soon popped up as well, "Katsu Kun calm down, I'm sure we'll still see each other around, we just don't wanna keep grouping up with you that's all" she pleaded with him.


    Unfortunately this only seemed to make Katsu angrier. So with a anguished cry he quickly replied with a resounding "F--k you" and shut off the messenger and the game all together. Bringing his hands up toward his head, ruffling his own hair, he took a deep breath before slamming his face down onto his desk. There he sighed, ignoring the pain of the keyboard keys as they clung to his face, leaving small imprints on his cheek as he turned to stare at the clock. 4'0 clock? Crap he had to be at school in four more hours. Katsu yawned, four hours eh? he thought to himself as he brought his head up and off of his cluttered desk. He groaned, "guess I should get some sleep" he muttered before he paused, his eyes catching the eroge game that amongst the clutter. There his eyes remained fixated on the cute girl that adorned its cover, "Or...." he muttered in reply to his previous statement.


    Soon Katsu was giggling to himself like a little school girl, which was ironic seeing as he was playing a game in which the object was to seduce a young school girl.


    7:30 am


    Katsu awoke to his alarm blaring, he groaned picking his face off the keyboard he glanced upwards looking for his alarm clock, apparently the thing had fallen somewhere in the night, Katsu struggled to spot the thing. It wasn't under the pizza box, or the countless cups of instant noodles that lined his floor. No, then that must mean, Katsu groggily stood though he immediately tripped over ,of all things, his alarm clock. Falling face first into a collection of less than appropriate magazines Katsu groaned. Was this a bad omen? Should he just stay inside again? No, that wasn't an option anymore.


    Katsu sighed as he pulled the magazine off his face, blushing ever so slightly from the image he glimpsed on the page, before he turned toward his alarm. Suddenly Katsu's stomach dropped as he viewed the time, OH CRAP! IM LATE! He thought to himself frantically as he burst from the floor and ran to his closet to grab his school uniform. He quickly threw it on, sliding on the pants, then the shirt, the tie, the jacket. He ran over to his bathroom, tripping over a loose convenience store bag and falling to the floor before picking himself up and rushing to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and shower himself in an ungodly amount of cologne before he snatched up his large headphones and phone and ran through the door, slamming it closed behind him as he ran for the train station. He'd have to catch the next train to make it even close to on time.


    7:45am


    Katsu just barely made it onto the train as the doors closed behind him, snagging his bag ever so slightly. He turned and tugged at his bag until it was finally pried loose from the evil clutches of the train door. He then sighed, making his way to one of the rails of the train. He grabbed onto the rail as the train began to move, his eyelids slowly beginning to fall as gripped the pole in the center of the train for support. He began to dream, suddenly he was face to face with a girl dressed in black. She looked at him with eyes that seemed to change colors with each passing second, he stood in silence for a moment before he tried to speak. "Rei please, say something! Anything! Come back!" he shouted at the girl, grabbing her arms and trying to pull her closer to him. Though as he went to grab her his arms fell through her, he fell through her, falling into a black ocean that stood beneath the two. As he looked up, drowning in that black sea, he could see Rei smiling gently.


    Suddenly Katsu awoke with a jump, in his headphones the MAD track was just ending. Had he listened to it in his sleep!? He looked around the train and realized rather quickly he was the center of quite a bit of attention. He tried to figure out what it was that would warrant the gawking eyes that now stared at him with such fascination. Katsu glanced over suddenly realizing that his hand had gripped the pole so tightly he had bent it into a simply absurd shape. Was this the MAD!? Oh Crap I've gotta get outta here! he thought frantically as the train reached its next stop. It wasn't his stop of course, no he was nowhere near that lucky.


    Though he had to escape nonetheless, he thought as he ran, fleeing the train as fast as he could muster. He didn't look back not even for a second, afraid that someone might call the authorities or else question him. Why did he have to go to school today!? This could all be avoided if only he could've stayed at home! he thought desperately as he reached the streets and tried to figure out just where he was.


    8:00 am


    Katsu sighed, picking up a rather relaxed pace. He was already late, what was the point of hurrying anymore? He groaned, hoping that the student body president, Takahashi Reiko wasn't the one in charge of hall duties today. If she was he'd surely never hear the end of it. That girl had it out for him, he just knew it.


    Katsu yawned once more, and hit skip on his phone to hear the next track. He stared at the artist, trying to remember just when he downloaded this particular song when he bumped into a rather large man. The man turned in response, "Hey watch where your going!!" he shouted at Katsu.


    Katsu not hearing the man over the sound of his headphones, nodded and apologized before moving forward. He still had quite a ways to go if he was gonna get to school. Katsu kept moving forward, anxious to escape this boisterous man. Though as he walked on he noticed that this man was by no means alone, no he wasn't a man, he was a student!? And these were his gang?


    Suddenly it dawned on Katsu that he hadn't just bumped into some man, no he was never that lucky. He had bumped into a delinquent gang leader. Right, of course! of course! he thought to himself in that all too familiar pessimistic tone. What came next happened in much the same way as he imagined it would.


    The gang leader stopped, "Hey I'm talking to you!" he shouted before running after Katsu and yanking him up by the collar. Katsu of course continued to listen to that mysterious artist that had somehow wound up on his phone, looking at the man with a somewhat clueless expression, he turned the volume down and smiled at the rather large man. "Yes?" he asked in as cheery a tone as he could manage.


    The man winced, obviously pissed at Katsu for his disrespect. "You, do you know who I am!?" he asked as his crew began to surround the two, watching the scene no doubt hoping to catch the sight of a beating. Katsu glanced around trying to count the others before returning his gaze to the large man. "No clue, hey are you famous?" he asked excitedly, though this excitement was no doubt thinly veiled sarcasm the man played along.


    "I'm Kakozu Tori, the head of the White Lotus Tigers, and I don't take kindly to little snot nose punks like you" he growled as his grip tightened on Katsu's collar. Katsu smiled all the same, "I'm sorry, do you have any tissue? if my nose offends you I'll be sure to clean it right away" he said once more, with that thinly veiled, all too excited sarcasm. The man cringed, his expression becoming dark and oh so terrifying as he brought a fist back to punch Katsu. Katsu sighed in response, CRAP I hate this part, he thought as he scrolled the few clicks on his phone. 1...2...3...4...5 yup that's it here we go, he thought as he located the part on his playlist that his MAD track resided. He clicked the track just as The man's fist began to fly through the air, suddenly Katsu's eyes began to shine a bright green as he head butted the man. And watched as the punch veered off course.


    The man let go of Katsu's collar, and Katsu crouched as he hit the ground, sweeping the legs out from under the man. "Congratulations you won! CLICK NOW CLICK NOW CLICK NOW!" Katsu's shouted as he leaped onto the man's chest and began to bludgeon his face with a flurry of frenzied blows. The onlookers began to cringe in horror and shock before they


    too charged Katsu. Katsu jumped from the leader's chest, and began to dodge and parry between the men. "local singles in your area, CLICK NOW CLICK NOW CLICK NOW!" he cried as he jumped into the fray.


    8:08 am


    Katsu sighed glancing around at all the defeated foes. Blood covered his shirt and to a lesser degree his jacket. He cringed, trying to think of a perfectly logical excuse with which to provide his teacher. When he couldn't think of anything, he groaned, and approached the leader once again. He checked on the large man, making sure he'd be fine without immediate medical attention.


    Katsu cringed, his head still ringing a bit in the aftermath of his MAD infection. The song had ended three minutes ago and yet still he felt the high pitched whine in his head. Was it like this for everyone? He'd be sure to ask Harumi sometime, he thought to himself as he assured the leader would be fine. Katsu paused as a pack of cigarettes fell out of the man's jacket pocket.


    He picked up the cigarettes, opening up the pack as he walked away from the beaten gang. He pulled a lighter and a cigarette from the pack as he walked, wondering what smoking was like. Of course all the action heroes smoked but he was no action hero. Or...was he? Katsu glanced back at the bloody men he had left in a heap behind him. Okay maybe he was, but he wasn't a good one. With a sigh Katsu thought what the hell? and with a shrug he popped a cigarette into his mouth and lit it. Though no sooner had he taken a breath before he began to cough and choke wildly, spitting the cigarette out onto the ground below. Yeah, he was no action hero, not even a good delinquent. Katsu continued to choke, his eyes watering up as he struggled to bring his coughing under control.


    As he did he immediately threw the cigarettes on the ground and stepped on them, Dammit, never again! he angrily thought as he walked away. Though as he walked he couldn't help but notice that the high pitched whine in his head was now gone. Katsu sighed, well at least that was over he thought as he neared the school.


    8:30 am


    Katsu looked around uneasily as he tried to covertly enter the school. If only he could get to his gym locker he could change into his gym uniform and avoid all the needless conversations about this blood. Yes! That was the plan....


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Sasahara Tatenoushi


Age: 18


St. Lieselotte Student,


Class 3-4

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0600 hours


Just another girl, just another day, just another daily routine of a hectic rush of studies, groceries, homework and housework. That was what most would have believed of the yawning Sasahara Tatenoushi, who swung her legs off her bed. Her raven hair draped over her eyes like curtains, her image sending even Sadako to shame. She blew one lock from her face before deciding to brushing the rest away, wishing she didn't decide to grow it a year ago. She straightened up from her bed and cracked her knuckles, and moved on to stretch her limbs, the usual regimen ever since she became Vixen. Satisfied with her warm-up, she cracked her neck and picked up her phone, checking the messages.



Toushirou:


BOSS. WE GOT DIRT ON SOME CHUMP WHO THINKS AKAI TAIYO'S A JOKE. WANNA GO CHECK HIM?"

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A normal girl, huh? Sasahara scowled. If those words had the constituents of "Delinquent mob boss", then yeah, she was pretty normal. But a job's a job, she couldn't complain about the cash that rolled in. Still scowling, her fingers danced on the keypad, the kanji appearing on the screen.



Sasahara:


GIVE ME A NAME, AND HIS SCHOOL. WE'LL MAKE SURE HE DOESN'T TARNISH ANY MORE OF OUR NAME.

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She laid the phone to one side and pulled off her Rookies T-shirt, a hand-me-down from her father, a big fan of the show when he could still see. Baring her back, a thin, cruel scar from a fight before, she flexed her muscles. No motor anomalies, it seems. Still half-nude, she strode over to her bathroom, sliding the door open. Humming the tune to a song in her head, she started to wash her face.


0645 hours


The strumming of her bass could be heard from outside the door, as Sasahara picked out a tune to play. A regular practice, this was. A practice melded with her training regimen quite well. She cleared her throat and checked her own vocal tune with a short "Aaah".


She relaxed, leaning back on her chair, and started to play, her voice suddenly melodic, a far cry from her rougher tone.


"Ashita kyou yori mo suki ni nareru


Afureru omoi ga tomaranai


Ima mo konna ni suki de iru no ni Kotoba ni dekinai," she paused for a breath, before starting on again, pressing on with more fervour, herself lost within her own music as she strummed with a passionate burn. "Kimi no kureta hibi ga tsumikasanari


Sugisatta hibi futari aruita kiseki Bokura no deai ga moshi guuzen nara-"


The phone vibrated on the table, causing quite a ruckus on the wooden surface, causing her to break out of her melody. She cursed once and set aside her bass, checking the pink clamshell phone for its new e-mail.



Toushirou:


KATSUHIRO TENSHI. DUMBASS NAME. FROM KOJO. WHAT'S THE PLAN

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Katsuhiro Tenshi? Tenshi, as in Angel? What a name. Sasahara's fingers started working on the keypad again. With such a ego-licking name, there was no way she was letting this guy off the hook. Insulting Akai Taiyo was one thing. Doing that with that sorta name? Out of the question.
 
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~Reiko Takahashi: Student Council President~





"UUUUP. UP RIGHT NOOOOW!"





Reiko jolted upwards, knocking the Rilakuma plushie pillow she was resting on, onto the ground. She turned to the source of the screaming, her father, still dressed in his utilities despite his time of service being over years ago.


"Papa, I... hnnn..." she muttered, holding up her sleep weighted head with a ginger hand, her father's nostrils flared as he scooped the girl up by the back of her shirt, placing her on the ground with a thunk, ignoring her slight cry of protest.


"PRIVATE. IS THAT HOW YOU ARE TO ADDRESS ME? DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY, NOW, RIGHT NOW!"


Reiko quickly complied, doing what she was asked without a second thought, when she finished she stood to her feet, bringing her hand to her head in a form of salute and bowing stiffly. Papa then smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead before brushing some imaginary lint off of her Hello Kitty pajamas, there would never be lint on her pajamas because she would never allow lint to enter her room.


"Hurry up and go downstairs for breakfast, Cupcake, Renijiro made your favorite," he said, his voice lowering from annoying cap to a softer, mellow tone, reserved for her only. Reiko let her salute fall, stifling another yawn before hugging Papa and making haste to the bathroom.


In the many minutes it took to shower, wash her face, get dressed, and make sure her hair ribbons were on in a proper fashion, her expression had shifted from sleepy and dreamy to hard and stoic, normal for a Takahashi female, the men tended to be testosterone pumped idiots, but that may have something to do with the fact the Takahashi female lineage had a particular taste for foreign men, her father's and her own blonde hair was proof of this, despite the fact both claimed to be purely Japanese.


After taking an ample amount of time to get ready, Reiko walked down the steps of her house with firm confidence, effectively dodging a spitball launched by one of her brothers and using the railing to slide down the rest of the way in order to launch a firm, flying kick, which her brother took the full brunt of, in his throat. Sputtering, he fell to the ground, allowing for Reiko to have a comforting pillow to land on, feet first, of course. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, glaring down at the man with cold green eyes.


"You're supposed to be cleaning the gutters, not launching projectiles at me, Jiro," she growled, continuing to make her way to the station, so she could make her daily commute to Kojo.


"Have a nice day at school, Koko~!" he managed to choke out, which only earned him a trash lid to the stomach, "S-such good aim, Koko~! You're really growing up to be the best!"


Unfortunately, there was nothing left to throw at him, so Reiko continued on to make her commute to Kojo, taking the time to study her math notes intensely.


She made her way into school at an early time, the way she always did, and left to attend to her duties, hall duties, one of her favorites, actually, there was no cleaning up involved and she had the chance to reprimand the students who dare enter the school late. People who didn't take their studies seriously disgusted her, yet there weren't that many students to approach, today. By the time 8:30 rolled about she had been considering making use of her free period and going off to the library to study, that was, until he showed up.


Katsuhiro Tenshi, one of the main threats to the normalcy of her school, and today he happened to be covered in blood, lovely, it also seemed as if he was trying to sneak into class? She placed her hands firmly on her hips





"KATSU!" she yelled, clenching her fists as she walked over to him, "You show up late and covered in blood!? Do you think that this school is some kind of a joke?"


 
} EXECUTE(KANSEI.KONPEITO) ;


import "time=06:17"


Kansei Konpeito's eyes snapped open as the weak light of the sunrise hit his face, his entire room illuminated by the growing morning light. He had been awake for a few hours now, but it was only during this time period that he would get out of bed. Not a sound was heard throughout the barren room that was filled only with several bookshelves and a table topped only with a laptop and writing utensils. He slowly pushed the blanket off of him and stood up, staring at the clock that desperately needed its batteries changed, stuck forever at twelve. Breathing out heavily through his nose, Kon walked slowly to the bathroom, going through the daily morning actions that were performed universally by nearly every human. He could take his time. It was practically 5 in the morning, or at least it should be. It's not like the clock worked, after all.


He walked downstairs through the empty house, and approached the front door. There was virtually never any food in the house other than the musty packs of tea and surplus of konpeito candy, the candy that his parents had named him after on a whim. Turning around swiftly, he grabbed multiple bags of candy and shoved them into his pockets. Emergency rations were needed in case of an attack by the enemy data interfaces, afterall.


Once again, he faced the front door. And once again, he turned away from the front door, heading up the stairs back to his room. He opened his closet slowly, revealing the antique guns that had been lovingly polished and maintained. It was the first day of school, so he originally thought he wouldn't need it. Better safe than sorry, the enemy data organism might reveal itself and attack, in which protection is needed! He stored it carefully underneath his clothes and shoved his data projectiles ((rubber bullets)) into his pockets. Now, he was prepared. He picked up his bag, and finally headed to school. Perhaps he'll actually attend class today.


import "time=06:45"


After many detours in order to ward off any Pokopokoporin aliens that might have seen him walking, he finally arrived at school. It was lucky that he lived close to Kojo Academy, otherwise he would have probably be late. Due to the fortunate location of his area of residence though, Kon appears to be early.


A sudden thought struck him. It was a good chance to observe any humans. He bent over backwards slowly into the Wheel Pose to communicate with the Data System Overseer. To any unsuspecting humans out there, the Wheel Pose is how you communicate with the Data System Overseer! He thought quietly to himself, knowing that humans wouldn't know what he was thinking. If they did, he was screwed. It was also how he sent the information he collected, but the Date System Overseer rarely contacted in return. It had many important duties, afterall!


While secretly observing the humans that were steadily pouring into the academy, Kon pulled an instruction manual on how to make friends out of his bag. People were beginning to stare, but it shouldn't be because of the Wheel Pose, right? Don't many humans do the Wheel Pose? It was probably because he was a well-known delinquent, but he honestly wasn't. He just liked skipping class because there was nothing to really observe in there that he already knew!


But he's going to attend class today. It was his first day here, and he was planning on seeing if there was anything worth observing in the classroom. If so, he'll go! If not, then he'll leave the class and let it rot.
 
Harumi <3 [8:00 am]

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"Haarrruuummmmiiiii~!" A large sing-song male voice sounded loud within the white and pink walls of Harumi's room. She opened a blue eye and sleepily gazed around the dimly illuminated surroundings to see her father's massive and glamorous figure in the doorway, smiling at her.


"nnnnuuuuuu." She croaked as she attempted to turn over and go back to sleep.


"No ma'am, it's time to awaken and start a fresh day of schoooooool~!" He continued to sing as he flipped the light on and pranced his ass into the room.


Harumi sat up in bed, her pink hair wild around her pale face. "Daaaad." She groaned and threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up with a stretch.


"Now, now you hurry and get ready, school is fun, you get to see all your friends!" She said happily as he started diging in her closet and threw her uniform and shoes at her. Harumi caught them and stared at her dad sleepily.


"I know I am excited to see...." She thought for a moment, her sleepy gears turning slowly until suddenly it was as if a switch was flipped and she perked up and her face brightened. "Katsusama! My Katsu! I need to hurry!" She squealed and slammed the door on her Dad so that she could get dressed.




[8:29]

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Harumi burst through the doors of Kojo Academy and stormed down the hallway only a few yards down the corridor she could see her wonderful, adorable, Katsu!.... and Reiko... the Student Council President, great. No doubt she was there with the intention to flirt and steal her Katsusama away.


"KAAAATTTSSSSUUUUUUUUU!" She squealed happily as she dodged a few other students in the hallway and upon reaching a 2 foot distance from her love she leaped and practically tackled Katsu in a hug. "Oh, I missed you so much since yesterday!" She squealed, referring to the day before where she followed him home gushing about her day and some girl's new hair that looked horrific. Before Katsu had a chance to push her off or even say anything, Harumi released him and turned to the student president.


"Reiko... morning." Her eyes narrowed slightly and she crossed her arms under her chest, puffing it out a little before turning back to her Katsu-love. "She hasn't hassled you too much, darling has she? It's okay I know your heart beats only for me, I trust you!" She said with love and admiration practically shining from her eyes.




Harumi's Dad:

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0745 hours


"Ah, Sa-chan, you're up early."


Sasahara took the cup from her father and filled it up for him with the tumbler of water that he was groping around the table for, then returned it to him. Eiji Tatenoushi laughed heartily in spite of himself and dipped the bag of tea leaves into the warm water. Sasahara sat opposite him, munching on her buttered toast as she stared into his shut eyes, ones that have never seen the light of day come the young age of twenty-two, crippled by his ability to draw, enslaved by his job to do so. Alas, it was his talent that destroyed him. Though, her mother told her that he had never been happier. He suffered from his job, and the release from this chain had given him a new lease in life. Sasahara bit her lower lip and her lips curled into a worried frown.


"Sa-chan, why so quiet? You put your mother to shame with that silence. It's like you're not even there."


"Sorry." Sasahara reached forwards and touched his hand. "You know I'd never leave you, dad."


"Hahahaha! You worry too much about your dear father. You've almost graduated, and from what that boy Igarashi said, you're on your way to Tokubenshingahara University. " Eiji's hand held hers warmly. "You go get yourself a nice job, a nice pay, a nice husband-"


"Dad." Sasahara sighed, her free hand reaching for the envelope she had prepared on the table earlier.


"I'm joking, I'm joking." Eiji chuckled. His grinning face slipped into one of surprise, then solemnity when Sasahara placed the envelope into his hand. "Sa-chan, what is this?" He fumbled with the envelope then managed to tear it open. With a bit of difficulty, he managed to remove the contents from the insides. He felt the paper for a while then looked up at Sasahara. "This is..."


"Almost enough to pay for your surgical bills. Dad, I want you to see again. All these years, since the day I was born, you've never once looked at me. You've never seen mom either. Don't you want to? "


"Sa-chan..." Eiji creased his brows. "Where did you get this money? Did you loan this from someone?"


"I got it from work. I'm going to school, Dad. See you tonight." Sasahara stood up, picking up her bag and left the house, as well as her still dazed father with the money. She shut the gate behind her and took out her phone, a new message waiting for her.


Toushirou:


4:30 MEET YOU AT KOJO'S GATES

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6:00 a.m.


" Good morning Kaze ! " a short, and middle aged man burst out of Kaze's door and towards his room. His face was filled with joy, and there were no signs of anything negative. His smile was as bright as daylight and his glasses were slowly sliding off his face as he tilted them back up with his hand. The man who just burst in his room is his uncle, Kuga. Strangely enough, almost all the members in his family, including him, has a name that starts with a letter K and is only composed of four letters. But that wasn't something that interests Kaze at the moment. He was just sitting on his bed meditating, he was already awake since 5:30 a.m. and just waited to past the time. He then got up from his bed and gave his uncle a brighter smile than his as Kuga looked away and squinted his eyes from it's brightness.


" School time Kaze ! Don't wanna be late now do we ? " Kuga informed him as he walked over to Kaze and gave him a pat in the back. But as he pats Kaze's back, he felt like he was patting a rock and laughed. " Still tough as ever I see " Kuga smiled as Kaze laughed and nodded. " Of course, Grandad didn't waste his life for nothing " Kaze laughed again as Kuga laughed nervously this time and Kaze knows exactly why. His uncle and his grandfather weren't in good terms, that's why he would not talk about his grandfather as much as possible when his uncle his around. He would feel bad if he did, he IS staying in his uncle's house after all.


" Come down soon, I've made breakfast " his uncle said as he waved and hurried downstairs and Kaze's facial expression changed from smiling, to grimace. He knows what his uncle is capable of when cooking. A class A5 ingredients are turned into inedible food. Kaze's face changed into utter disgust, luckily his uncle wasn't here to see his facial expression. He quickly got changed as he went on his window as he unlocked it and tried to slide it open. But to his surprise, he wasn't able to open it. He used all his strength into trying to open the window, but it wouldn't work. He looked outside to see what was going on, only to see that the window was bolted shut. And it was very obvious who did it. Of course, the person who wakes him up every morning, supposedly, and the person who makes him inedible breakfast. " U-uncle .. " Kaze muttered.


" Hmm ? " a voice replied from behind and his facial expression changed from disgust, to terror. He slowly turned his head around to face his uncle, only to find him carrying a tray with a plate filled with what seems to be toxic wastes. Kaze quickly leaned back against the wall, now sweating furiously at the sight. His uncle was bringing breakfast in bed and it was about to become a murder scene, for Kaze of course. His uncle slowly walked towards him with the creepy smile to go together with the food. " Bon Apetit' ~ " his uncle added as Kaze screamed in terror.
 
6;00 Am - The Holt Residence


Hajimari no kaze yo todoke MESSE-JI


“Itsu demo anata wo shinjite iru kara”


Ano toki yume ni mite ita sekai ni tatte iru noni


Miwatasu keshiki ni ashi wo sukoshi sukumase


Dakedo ushiro furimukanaide aruite yuku koto kimeta kara


Miageta sora nanairo no niji anata mo mite’masu ka?





Asrith smiled in glee as she finished the first part of her all-time favorite song while Ashmira handled the piano with ease. She felt the air push out of her lungs as her voice followed and her lips parted. She absolutely loved it, the release which she felt when she sang and she loved it even more as her father stood in the room with adoration shining in his eyes. They were so alike, so similar that it wowed her at times. And it amazed her how they could synchronize together even more as they sang together. He smiled her way, she laughed at the end of the song and Ash... Well Ash sat silently, staring ahead while ignoring the happiness in the air.


He hadn't even spared her a glance nonetheless asked her how she was but Ritha had not noticed while she continued to chat on about music, and how she could improve her vocals. They showed her something she'd never have and quite honestly didn't want; her fathers love and care. They didn't even notice when she left the room with a small murmur of going to the toilet. Ashmira had found her fathers sudden visit home during his small indie tour annoying, especially since it meant that she had to wake up two hours early for school. Even worst was that she knew that they'd come late just because he was here.


Silently she trudged down the stairs and to went out her frustration, she took out the utensils she needed for the chocolate cake she was about to bake. A quick glance at the time, 6;05 am, and sigh escaped her. She had a long day in front of her.


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7:45 am - The Holt Residence


"So if I increase my practice time, I'll be able to hit the higher notes easier but then again I need time for school and stuff..."


"Ritha,"


"No way! Did she really? Doesn't that risk your tour, I mean, some fans must be furious!"


"Ritha,"


"Uh... No, I´m all fine with my studies but Sensei can be a pain in the arse sometimes..."


"Ritha..."


Ashmira nudged her sister as Asrith devoured the cake, discussing recent events with her father and as if she was suddenly burnt, the girl jumped up. "Dear God, you scared me! What is it, Ash?" She enthusiastically exclaimed, without thought about the situation at hand while Ashmira simply pointed at the clock. A screech came out of Asrith as she ran upstairs, taking on the uniform... Well the uniform of her school with a bit of change as Ashmira played around with them earlier. She couldn't help but giggle at the memory of how the teacher fumed with anger.


He did not appreciate her modifications at all, especially the cat-ears and had lectured them for an hour after home-room. And now he'd have another reason to scream at her for an hour as she was definitely running late. She didn't even have her clothes on but Ash on the other hand was perfectly ready, standing by her side. Their father had followed them and while she was getting dressed, he had opted for talking with his other daughter. Ashmira couldn't help but hate it, being a second-hand choice. "So, how are you these days?" His voice made her shudder in fury but she played along, wishing that her sister was a superwoman for a second as she was waiting merely because of her. "I'm fine..."


Just leave me alone... Please...please...plea-





"Is that so? Though... Ashmira, you know you were really great on the piano today yet if you want to be called a professional, you should degrade yourself to the singers level. Asrith can't hit all high notes at the moment so if you try to be a bit slobby, no one will notice." Etsu wasn't even pretending to be nice or thoughtful as he cruelly showed his concern for her. None. It was quite interesting how a father can be so cruel to one of his daughters but dot on the other, a thought that didn't escape Ashmira as she kept quiet.


Forty-nine minutes later and she was at the gate with the only person she found nearly tolerable; her sister. They were taking goodbye of their father with a smile and a hug before strolling on into the school to see quite the scene. Evidently, Ashmira wanted nothing more but to avoid entering their conversation but Asrith on the other hand had other thoughts as she boldly walked up to them. "Takahashi-Senpai, Harumi-Senpai and Tenshi-kun." She gave them a slight bow as a greeting, "I'd hate to interrupt but I do believe we're late and on behalf of Sensei, I'd believe that we," Asrith pointed at her sister then herself before glancing at Katsu-kun," have a class to attend to. Tenshi-kun, are you coming or should I pass on a message to Sensei?"
 
8:30 am


Katsu looked around uneasily as he tried to covertly enter the school. If only he could get to his gym locker he could change into his gym uniform and avoid all the needless conversations about this blood. Yes! That was the plan....


Katsu took his first few steps, trying his best to keep quiet seeing as classes were no doubt in session. He gingerly applied pressure to his feet, trying to harness his inner ninja. Katsu quickly tip toed his way over to a hallway, taking care to obscure himself near the stairs, he peered down the hallway. The coast is clear over here, now I just need to get to my locker in the...Suddenly Katsu's train of thought was cut off quite abruptly.


As he heard the voice of the student council president, he froze, his hair standing on end and his heart jumping from his chest. He turned his head slowly, his blood turning to ice water in his veins as he came to see the one person he had hoped not to. Katsu shuddered his body was stiff as he stood from his crouched ninja-like posture and stood before the dreaded school council president.


"Um...a joke?" he asked the president, his mind racing for a way to excuse his tardiness that would somehow explain the blood as well. Katsu inevitably decided that there was no hope explaining things, nope class prez is a real buzz kill either way I'm screwed he thought to himself frantically before his more nonchalant Otaku side began to answer for him. "It's a bad joke if it is.." he muttered, his Otaku pride, his inner message board troll seeping out into his real life demeanor for a mere moment before he realized what he said. Katsu suddenly brought his hands up nervously as if to block some oncoming blow from Reiko. Though perhaps it was just a nervous over reaction, no wait, the school class president had definitely struck people for less.


Katsu was just about to explain himself, to let loose his less than stellar, and all around ridiculous excuse when a shout turned his attentions towards the door. As it slid open a beautiful pink haired girl burst forth, shouting his name. Harumi!? Katsu thought a second before, Oh boy this isn't gonna be goo. Katsu only got halfway through that second thought before he was tackled by Harumi's love struck embrace. He fell back a bit, his feet sliding out from under him, as he fell into the floor below.


Falling onto his butt, his face grew flush as Harumi hugged him tightly. Katsu winced for a moment, his butt hurt from the fall but wait! what was this feeling!? Katsu glanced down noticing Harumi's breasts as they were pressed against his chest. What!!? Katsu's dull blush heated, causing his face to glow red as he stammered in an attempt to free himself from Harumi. "Haru..Harumi Senpai...it...its" Katsu gave up as Harumi held him even tighter, his head falling back limply as he was hugged, his breathing growing infrequent as Harumi's hug tightened.


Katsu attempted once more to get Harumi off with his words, though before he could try Harumi released him. Katsu took a deep breath as he was freed, man Harumi has wicked strength I thought I was gonna die he thought to himself before he remembered the feeling of Harumi's breasts pressed up against him, though there are definitely worse ways to die, he thought as his face grew warm and flushed once again.


Katsu quickly shook the perverse thoughts from his mind though as he turned to stare up at Harumi who now stood before Reiko. Was she defending him!? Another upperclassmen taking interest in a Otaku like him? The chances were unlikely though Katsu knew all too well the reality behind the circumstances. Harumi had somehow taken to him, ever since that time in the hallway when he'd bumped into her for the first time, then of course saving her with his new found MAD fighting, that'd just made things worse.


Katsu sighed, but realized this was his chance! This was his chance to sneak away from the Student Council President and Harumi, just run while they argued! Yes it was so simple!


Katsu, quickly got on all fours and began to crawl away from the two upperclassmen as they were distracted with one another. Slowly and silently he creeped away, or at least he tried to before a cheery new arrival announced his name and began to address him. Katsu once more froze, and hesitantly turned his attentions toward Asrith. His eyes fixated on her cat ears almost immediately, and he shuddered ever so subtly. She was dressed like one of those nekos from one of his games. Though this wasn't the first time he had seen Asrith or her sister wearing them it always seemed to get to him. "A...ah...I...I've" Katsu stammered. This wasn't good! This was way too much of a scene, too many people, he didn't know how to handle this!


He was an Hikkikomori, a NEET, a Otaku, so why did all these people give a damn!? Katsu shuddered, not knowing how to handle the crowd, the group of people, he stopped. This is bad...I've got to get outta here! he thought frantically as he suddenly took to his feet and ran down the hall, rounding the corner and heading for his classroom.


He was so busy running, fleeing from the group that he'd entirely forgotten to change into his gym clothes, his shirt and jacket still covered in minor splatters of blood. He huffed and puffed, a terrible athlete, he wasn't used to this kind of sudden exercise.


Katsu finally reached the room, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he slid the door open. His teacher stopped, glaring at him with a disapproving stare before turning back towards the board and finishing the lesson he was giving moments before. Oh crap! That wasn't good! When he was usually just a few minutes late, sensei would berate him with scoldings, but now he just stared, just glared at him before returning to his lesson. Oh no, oh no, oh no, what was that supposed to mean!!? Katsu shuddered, his panting breaths breaking the relative silence of the classroom. The monotony of chalk etching its way across a chalkboard contrasted his ragged gasps as Katsu's head sank low, and he walked toward his desk at the back of the class. He sat down and sighed, his ears perking up as he heard the whispers of his gossiping classmates. Of course it was nothing nice, why would it be? Katsu turned his gaze toward the window glancing outside with wanting eyes. Of course he didn't really want to be outside, no he was fantasizing of being home, of being under the blue skies of Mithras and fighting the terrible dragons that plagued the world. He was strong there, he was dependable, heroic and not entirely useless.


Katsu sank his head into his desk sighing once more before he glanced over to the desk to his right. His eyes coming to rest on a unassuming young boy who seemed to be staring at Katsu intently. "Pssst, Katsu....hey Katsu" the boy said in hushed tones as he prodded Katsu with a pencil while the teacher's back was turned.


"hm?" Katsu replied, still burying his head into his desk as he listened intently on what Aki had to say. "Did you spill tomato juice on your uniform or something, you got red on yah" he asked and pointed toward Katsu's clothes.


Katsu sighed, now just realizing he had forgotten to change into his gym clothes. There was no avoiding it now, though perhaps Aki had just provided the best out, the best excuse he could hope for. "Yeah...umm tomato juice" he muttered as quietly as he could muster. Though no sooner had he whispered the words than the room grew quiet and the instructor began to glare at him once more. Katsu felt the tension in the air spike, and reluctantly pulled his head up to meet the instructor's gaze.


The instructor, a very by the books sort, angrily glared at Katsu. First showing up late, and now speaking during class!? What nerve on this boy! What an outrage! He thought as his brow furrowed, "Tenshi Katsuhiro! I will not have you turn my classroom into a circus with your incessant distractions! Do I make myself clear!?" the teacher shouted, no commanded. With a firm gaze the teacher seemed to stare straight through Katsu, his stare piercing the young boy, and making him feel quite small in this world.


Katsu shuddered, "Ye....yes Sensei, sorry sensei!" he shouted as earnestly as he could muster. In truth he was scared, oh so terrified of his sensei. After all this was a man that had a penchant for embarrassing his students with his harsh scolding. Scolding, that was just something Katsu hadn't the nerve to face today. No today Katsu was especially depressed, after being ousted from his own party in his favorite MMO.


Katsu sighed as the teacher nodded and turned his back once more to resume his lecture, his strokes on the chalk board breaking the stunning silence that filled the classroom. The other students soon began to avert their stares, taking their attention away from Katsu and back toward the lesson.


As they did Aki turned back to Katsu once more, "Psst" he said as he nudged Katsu once more. This time Katsu turned with an agitated stare, no doubt half blaming Aki for his recent scolding.


His eye twitched a bit, "...What?" he muttered in a whisper, this time careful to mind the teacher's position in the classroom as he spoke. Katsu's brow cringed, how could this day get any worse? he thought to himself a moment before Aki replied.


The boy paid no mind to Katsu's frustrations, just deciding to go ahead and come out with it, "You ready for the quiz today?" he asked with a curious stare.


Katsu froze once more, his eyes rolling in his head, and his angered twitch dissolving into the whirlpool of expression that followed. He cringed, his brow furrowed before finally sighing. His head sank low, falling limply down, that's how. That's how it gets worse, he thought to himself before he responded with a defeated "No".
 
0800 hours


Outside Kojo High


"Hey, what do you think you're doing here, elitist prude?"


Sasahara exhaled, and removed her glasses, a pair of useless lenses connected to a wire frame that did nothing for the myopic. She just enjoyed wearing the rectangular glasses just for various moments. She flashed a glare at the Kojo boy who had so bravely tried to talk her down. He stumbled back slightly, oppressed by the pure feeling of malice that emanated from her. A muscle in his cheek twitched as he snarled, a pitiful attempt to counter her, and started towards her.


"Hey, you think you can just walk up to Kojo and tryna start a fight without nothin' happenin'?" The boy reared his fist back, preparing to punch the intruder. "You got another think comin'."


"Bos- I mean, Tatenoushi-san!" A thick set, burly giant of a high schooler in Jyukaiyari uniform caught the punch with a speed that betrayed his size. He twisted the boy's arm with one move, sending him crumpling to the ground, crying as his hand lost all feeling.


Garyuu Toushirou


Jyukaiyari High


Class 2-8


Akai Taiyo No. 2


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"Toushirou. Good morning." Sasahara planted one shoe on the still-trembling boy from earlier and pushed him to the ground, where he lay in a fetal position.


"Boss, yer lucky I got here when I did!"


"Quite the coincidence, yes?" Sasahara bent down and picked the boy up by the scruff of his collar, dragging him to his feet.


"I live just aroun' th' corner, boss, I pass by this cesspit...cesspull....uh, stupid place everyday." He paused, for a second, before removing his jacket and draped it over Sasahara's shoulders. "Here, boss, wouldn't want no one else seeing you're from Lieselotte."


"Thank you kindly, Toushirou." Sasahara smiled warmly towards her subordinate, before turning to the boy again, dragging him to one side of the school gates, out of sight from the rest of the students. The others who saw the incident stood far away, not wishing to get involved with this.


"Hey, I want to ask something." Sasahara slammed the boy on to the wall.


"P-please, I ain't got money! My ma's in the hospital and my dad's spendin' his yen on pachinko! Don't hurt me!"


Sasahara sighed, then let go of the boy. "I'm afraid we weren't acquainted properly. I'm working for Akai Taiyo as a messenger, and I really want to know if there's a certain Katsuhiro Akuma here."


"Tenshi."


"Are we playing Opposites Day, Toushirou?"


"Y-yeah, there's a Katsuhiro, alright." The boy ignored the two's boke-tsukkomi routine and scratched his head. "I don't see any thing Akai has to do with him. He's a real NEET, and a huge nerd. All he does is play stupid MMORPGs at home. "


Sasahara suddenly flushed hot red. "Uh...it's not about my gang, it's just...I'm using that as an excuse...you see, that is to say, errr...."


"She has a crush on Katsuhiro Tenshi and wishes to convey her feelings to him in a letter." Toushirou suddenly spoke with such eloquence that even Sasahara looked genuinely surprised. He handed an envelope with pretty cursive kanji on the white surface, a heart after Katsuhiro's name, to the boy.


"Er, yes, o-of course." The boy took the letter. Sasahara stayed silent, her face hidden by her hair as she gazed towards the ground. Wondering what an elite student like her would have anything to do with a NEET like Katsu, he strode off towards the school.


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"Was that your handwriting?"


"Yup, boss."


"It looks like a girl's." Sasahara opened her wallet and rummaged through the notes.


"Aint that the purpose, Boss? Yours looks more like a death threat if you wrote it."


"Honestly, Toushirou, you never fail to amaze me. That was some amazing command of our language there."


"I learn from th' best, boss."


Sasahara laughed and took out a wad of cash. She shoved it into Toushirou's hands. "Here. Go take your girlfriend out for dinner tonight. Buy some flowers as well. Aaaaand here's my stop. Thanks for the jacket." Sasahara threw off the jacket and handed it back to him. She turned, waved at him with a dismissive flick of her hand and started off through the gates of St. Lieselotte.


Toushirou looked at the cash in his hand and gave a frown. "But I don't have no girlfriend, boss."

 

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Harumi was about to add more to her rant on Reiko but when she turned to look over her shoulder at her Katsusama, he was gone in fact, the whole hallway was empty. She frowned and placed her hands on her hips. "Hm... Well, Katsu's right, it's time to get to class, you too Miss President." She said mockingly as she turned on her heel and strutted away down the hall to her class. Normally, Harumi enjoyed using her free hour everyday to sit in one of Katsu's classes to keep him company but right then he was in a class where the teacher was pretty no nonsense so she decided that she'd catch him later in a different class or at least after school.


Harumi looked over her shoulder to see if Reiko was coming though, even though she couldn't see her wonder Katsusama at the moment she did still have a class with Reiko, them being both Seniors they had a lot of classes and if Harumi was going to hear a lot of crap about attending class then Dammit Reiko would have to attend too. She crossed her arms and sighed. "Well, come on, I don't want to walk alone." She said, making a little innocent face. It has always been difficult to describe Reiko and Harumi's relationship, or lack of one. They'd never been friends in all the years they'd known each other but Harumi had never hated the girl either, she just wanted to make sure that Reiko knew that Katsu was hers and then everything would be daisies.
 
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7:00

"It wasn't my goddamned fault that your project was right next to the lamp, and it melted! I needed to do my math homework by the desk, and I needed to use it. It was your fault! You put it there!"


"Well, you could've atleast been so considerate as to move it, or at least realize that 'hey, my sis left her wax project here, I should probably move it before using the light'!"


An exchange of practically flaming words from both sisters in the Teru household. The two were in a heated argument about the destruction of a wax doll, made by the sister who could be addressed as Lisette Teru. The second, who had done her math homework, was called Lillith Teru. The argument raged from late at night, where afterwards they slept, and arose again in the morning. Right around the time that their little brother, Invy Teru, was supposed to be on his way to school.


In a differing room was this Invy Teru. Like any other day, he had his hair curly and down and pinned with a few blue polka-dotted hair clips. He wore the typical school uniform, only with a skirt. What else would he be wearing? He also had on black stockings, with brown mary janes. And that was pretty much it. His bag was a shoulder bag, covered in blue and yellow flowers, with a teru teru bouzu doll attached. In it was his necessary school stuff and an umbrella, just in case it would rain or he would need it for other purposes.


But, it seemed like he couldn't just head out that day. He could hear the commotion booming from the next room, and just couldn't ignore it to be prompt for class.


Invy shuffled his way through the living room, towards Lisette's room. He placed an ear by the door, listened for a good two or three seconds, then entered, looking at the two angry girls with a peachy look on his face.


"Hey... What's going on with you two? I could hear you both from the living room."


The two each gave their little brother perplexed looks, but it wasn't until he tilted his head in question that Lisette begun to answer.


"We... We were fighting. I put my wax project under the lamp and it melted, because Lillith was doing her math homework by the desk..."


"Well that's not much of a problem, sis. Don't put the blame on eachother, it was only an accident. Here, I'll help you with your wax project. Just let me put my stuff down..."


Invy had begun unpacking, setting his bag down by the door's entrance. His sisters stared at him, almost stunned. Invy was such a selfless character, and this was what he did on a daily basis. He wouldn't mind being late to class if it were to fix a broken project of his sisters'. When he was done putting down his things, he looked back up at Lillith and Lisette, and smiled.

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8:15

He stayed with Lisette for about an hour and Lillith only helped when she could. The wax project, taken from it's original melted state and formed into an almost-replica of what it was when finished, was finished again. Invy took his dirty hands, and used them to step up off of the floor. He turned back to Lisette, gave her the same graceful smile as from when he started the job, took up his bag, and headed out the room to the living room, where he would take up his school jacket and leave for school.


Late, no breakfast... He would be in quite a bit of trouble afterwards.

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8:30

"You show up late and covered in blood!? Do you think that this school is some kind of a joke?"


"She hasn't hassled you too much, darling has she? It's okay I know your heart beats only for me, I trust you!"


Invy had only arrived to school and he was already hearing voices out within the halls. He nervously chuckled to himself, he wasn't too lucky today. He was sure of who the first person was, the notoriously strict student council president Takahashi Reiko, and it seemed like she enjoyed being the hall monitor, to watch over his school like she was a guard dog. And she seemed like a guard dog, too. If he were to get in, it would have to be avoiding her.


Invy quietly tiptoed inside the school and entered the hall. He grabbed his bag, to avoid it rustling against his jacket and causing more noise. The two voices he had noticed weren't all that far in, and he could see that he was correct that one of them was the student council prez. The other he couldn't quite put his finger on, but he saw her preoccupied with something. He wasn't sure what it was. He was sure to go while they were distracted! Taking the chance, he sped-walked through the hall, hoping to meet with his next class before meeting with utter chaos.
 
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time = 07:45





Kon had been in this position for an hour by now.


There were alot more people than before too. And all of them were staring at him. Could it be that they were suspecting him of suspicious activities? Of course they weren't, most humans were too shallow to possibly suspect him of being an undercover alien! It was about time for him to stop, he thought as he jumped to his feet. It was about time to be getting to class, but somehow he just didn't feel like going. Maybe he should just go in late, it'd make a bad impression, sure, but the Data System Overseer would want him to investigate! He'll just peek outside the school for a bit, and then pop into the class! Perfect!


time = 08:00


After 15 minutes of walking and admiring flowers and pulling flowers and throwing flowers at bystanders, Kon arrived on the outside of the school. There seemed to be some kind of commotion out there, and he hid himself, watching the dark haired female take off her glasses and the big burly slicked blonde hair male force some unimportant human to take a white envelope.


Could it be the legendary love letter confession that he had seen in the "romancing" manuals?!?! The unimportant human wasn't opening the letter, and it looked pretty scared, so the letter must not be for it. Maybe it's going to be delivered to someone in this school by it!


Kon watched the black haired female and the blonde male leave, and walked to the unimportant human who had to deliver the letter. This was a good chance to gather important data, and he wouldn't let this chance get away!


He strode directly in front of it, and held his hand out, staring directly in it's eyes.


The unimportant human paused, obviously confused by his actions, and was just about to speak when Kon snatched the legendary love letter confession from its hands.


"I'll deliver this for you" Kon said simply, and turned, walking away from the human.


There was an unintelligible spluttering from behind him, but he ignored it, reading the letter's outside. 'To Katsuhiro Tenshi' and a heart. Who is this Katsuhiro Tenshi? 'I guess I'll have to ask around' Kon thought, dodging the punch from the unimportant human and countering with a fist to the gut.


Kon made his way back into the Academy, staring at the letter. He'd find this "Katsuhiro Tenshi" as soon as possible, and find out important data about the 'romancing' of the average high school student!
 
"Onii-chan wake up.~ Onii-chan wake up.~" A heavy hand crumpled onto the top of his exclusive little sister alarm clock as it became quiet in the dark room. Itami's vision was in that of widescreen as he peered through the slits of his eyes as he began to wake up. This would be one hell of a morning for the young boy as he had stayed up all night to playing the new monster hunter with his online friends. The bed moaned in protest along with Itami as the boy slowly tossed to the side to go back to sleep. "just 5 more minutes." he whispered. It was quite once again in the dark room as the sun tried to pry its way through Itami's blinds.


"Onii-tan!~" it was the voice of his cute little freshman sister Saiya. Itami's ears flickered at her words as a happy smile came across his face. He was falling back into the dream land to fantasize... "I need help I cant put my bra on correctly. Can you please help me?" Itami's heart beat raced as he shot up from the comfort of bed leaping out of his restricting comforter. His left foot snagged against the confines of the fluffy warmth as he plunged head first into the floor his forearms smashing against the ground with a loud thud. He quickly shot his butt into the air arching himself on his toes holding himself off of the ground. The sheer damage this fall would cause his little buddy would never be smothered by his lack of sleep. Friends for life. Due to the overwhelming needof fulfilling his siscon blocked out the pain as he shot back up and almost frolicking took to the door. His hand touched the ice cold handle as he flung it open to see his little sister standing in front of him... fully dressed. "Good you are awake. Now you can make us breakfast." The cute idol gave a light giggle as she walked back into the bathroom. Like a heavy hammer smashed against the top of his head Itami's gaze became down cast as a dark shadow covered his defeated eyes. A metaphorical tear raced down the side of Itami's face as he felt the heavy betrayal of his sister."et tu Saiya... et tu." Itami slumped his shoulders as he begrudgingly moved down the stairs of their large house each foot step was a stomp of depression and sadness. He made it to the kitchen and began making breakfast.


The faucet dropped its clear bead of water into the soaking dishes of the plates that once held the food of the house. The downstairs became empty and quiet as the large houses bottom floor gave almost a filter to the morning sun shining through the windows and sliding glass door. Nothing but the echo of water hitting the ceramic plates causing it to ripple out in a controlled form of chaos. Thuds and sounds above were filled with life as the remnants of the children left in the cold house continued their morning routine for school.


The steam painted the mirror in a clouded silver as the distorted peach reflection off of Itami's barren skin lay in front of its glazed face. Itami's left hand raised to the warm stained mirror as his palm touched the icy cool beads of water on the surface. With a quick and frenzied swipes he wiped the mirror clean of the steam of where his face was. Giving a little grimace as he peered at his doppelganger staring back at him he saw the dark rings under his eyes as they lined his heavy gaze burdened by lack of sleep. Sliding his fingertip of his hand down from the mirror as it streaked down and down until finally fading away Itami let out a heavy breath as the steam from the shower swirled around him clinging to every surface of the bathroom. This was Itami's and Rei's bathroom as they had the rooms closest to it at the end of the long hall. It was one of 4 of the bathrooms located in this luxurious manor. Itami gazed down at the lip of the sink as it was lined with all the necessary toiletries of the morning. His tooth brush holder held 2 brushes one with a green handle and head and another a light violet. On the other side of the sink sat two deodorant sticks one black with an orange cap and the other white with a pink cap. This bathroom was a place both of the siblings came to get ready in the morning for the school that Itami looked so forward to sharing with his sister... Nothing has been changed in a year nothing but the quite that now silences the once fun loved mornings of fighting for bathroom time or Itami getting yelled at for going to the bathroom and not spraying once he was done with his business.


Staring at the sink once more he lifted his hand slightly up from it and to the medicine cabinet to the right of it with a light click and tug it opened to reveal more things the two split the top two shelves being girl things tampons and tweezers and other torturous devices in order to look pretty. The bottom 2 shelves with a razor shaving cream, and a bottle of pills.


"I'll see you later."


"promise?.."


The pop of the cap followed the voice as two white tablets fell onto Itami's open hand with a gentle shake the pills moved in a light jiggle before being launched into his mouth. With a low huff Itami tilted his head down to the faucet turning it on and gulping up water into his mouth making the pills flow down the back of his throat he let out another sigh as he opened the door to the bathroom the once stagnant shower fog pouring out around him as he walked back into his room. The bottle remained at the side of the sink 'Clozaril' plastered to its bottle case.


Suited up and ready for school Itami grabbed the strap of his camera and fled from the confines of his house and out into the world.


Itami stepped onto the edge of the Academy gate as he soaked in a large breath of air the cold morning air stinging the edges of his nostril with a fresh dew. Mornings were Itami's favorite time girls were slower and groggy so mostly unaware of his movements as well as they haven't had P.E yet to ruin their freshly done make up. Guy's don't buy pictures of the girls they want when they look ratchet. This was a simple business scheme of supply and demand. Girls and boys all around him made their way into the school some eyeing him and others continuing about their day. Itami cast his gaze down to the waist level of those passing by him. Oh mini skirts~ oh mini skirts~ why are you so FantaSTICH~! A creepy smile splayed onto his face as he reached into his pocket and retrieved a pencil. "Time to get to work." Itami spoke to himself. With that his hand slowly raised as it lifted the pencil into the air the bright morning sun flickered off the brass metal that seperated the pencil from the eraser the glint ignited the fire in Itami's heart as his hand bent back slightly then shot forward. The yellow stick object propelled forward as it twisted through the air gliding against the air as it plummeted against the ground with a slight tinging sound as it hit the concrete floor.


"Oops I DROPPED my Pencil!" Itami exclaimed camera ready in hand as he dropped to the floor the camera lens pointing up towards the sky.


Now that the morning photo shoot was done Itami made his way into the building a tad later than usual as a normal student but absurdly tardy for a student council Vice President. Itami cycled through todays early morning manifest


"Stripes."


"pink."


"Oh HOHOHO Lace."


"spankies..." Itami holding the pencil in one hand the camera in the other began to squeeze his once partner in crime as the pencil began to snap from his anger and force of his willpower to destroy something.


"Spankies are only okay without a mini skirt! How dare they! We are in the middle of a recession are they trying to put me out of a job! Spankies are the sexy Yoga pants! YOU DO NOT WEAR SOMETHING OVER THEM!" Itami roared in anger as the pencil broke in half. Those around him blinked in confusion at their vice presidents words and volume.
 
~Reiko Takahashi~





Reiko's eyebrow twitched as she heard the familiar screech, Harumi's mating call, right before she slammed into Katsu, effectively ending her rant about getting to class on time. She zeroed in on Harumi, watching the pink haired girl explode with energy that most girls didn't... display so early in the morning. Her gut punching fist itched to smash into something, but the need to portray herself as a good role model was stronger. She took a breath, pulling the tardy slip notepad from Pusheen pencil case with smooth efficiency.


"Alright Katsu, let's see you were...... Katsu?" she paused, whirling to her left, and then to her right... "Katsu!?" there was no sign of him, he had used his little girlfriend to escape! She turned back to Harumi, "Did you act as a distraction so he could escape!? And for the LAST time! I'm not interested in Katsu, I'd rather get hit by bus! I'd rather fall into the washer machine and swallow gallons of bleach! I'd rather belly flop onto burning hot tar! I'd rather date I-"





"Spankies are only okay without a mini skirt! How dare they! We are in the middle of a recession are they trying to put me out of a job! Spankies are the sexy Yoga pants! YOU DO NOT WEAR SOMETHING OVER THEM!"


She sighed, glancing back at Harumi with a blank stare, she could never really stay angry at Harumi, though her stupidity and strange obsession with Katsu often seemed to test this fact, "I can't escort you to class, I'm still on duty for five more minutes," she said, before turning back to lock and target Itami.


It took a moment for his words to settle into her mind, but when it did, her ears burned from the perverted content. All hope of setting a good example was lost, as she ended his outburst, and snapping of a perfectly good pencil, with a straight, forward, and true, uppercut, extending from the man's belly all the way to his chin. She blew off her fist, placing her hands on her hips firmly, once more.





"And you, you need to take your job seriously! Stop being so disgusting! We're supposed to be setting an example! Yet here you are showing up late and talking about... about... spankies! You know, I had to attend to all of your duties this morning and still take care of my own! You're irresponsible and you need to rethink your choices! I don't even know how you got this position! I think I'll be investing in a leash for you," she growled, taking him firmly by the shirt and dragging him along, "Now let's get you to class... idiot," she sighed.


But just as she rounded the corner, continuing to tug her dumb Itami along, because she refused to acknowledge him as her partner when he acted like this, her green eyes narrowed in on another target. Umbrella girl.





She'd have to handle her later.
 
Harumi frowned and placed her hands on her hips as Reiko accused her of helping Katsu out of the situation in all reality she wasn't even concerned with tardies but she loved Katsu so she shrugged and smiled. "Maybe I did, Maybe I didn't the point is, your duties are super lame and you need me to come with you because I'm not doing anything in first period other than some laaame test so right now, you're more interesting!" She said, ending her sentence with a happy giggle that told Reiko that Harumi wouldn't be swayed well, at least for five minutes before Reiko had to go do something much more lame than anything Harumi had to do. "Also to make sure you don't go bug my darling Katsusama." She added, not wanting to admit that a piece of her actually wanted to hang out with the stiff and perfect Reiko.


Without another word, Harumi happily skipped behind Reiko all the way up to the vice president, Itami where she then, to Harumi's surprise, punching him mighty fiercely. Harumi gasped and covered her mouth, bending down to Itami's eye level as he doubled over. "Oh! Itami..." She winced. "Oh hai yoooo." She added nervously, telling him good morning. Normally, Harumi was the type to just avoid Itami. She was never a bully to anyone so you'd never see her hit him for any of his perverseness but she also never went out of her way to converse with him and become friends. She was aware that there was a few pictures of her floating around and she had a good idea of who took them but, she also never cared to confront him.


As Reiko began to drag him away, Harumi smiled and continued to happily bounce her ass behind them, babbling about everything she loved and hated about whatever came to her mind.
 
"Katsuhiro. Harumi. Both Kojo students. What an odd, odd coincidence. Surely the third gentleman or lady wouldn't hail from the same academical institution as they? The probability of that occurrence applying itself upon reality is high, yet only within fantastical means. Mayhaps an in-depth investigation pertaining to the discovery of the MAD program is to be conducted to determine the exact chances of my ungrounded predictions. Hm, yes." He cracked his knuckles and stared at the mysterious IP address on his computer screen, the only light source in his dark room. The thick curtains obscured the blue sky outside, hiding him from the slowly creeping sun. Katahira leaned on one arm and clicked on his mouse several times, each at various icons on his screen. "Hm...my triangulations and calculations predict no exact location of this unprecedented carbon-based organism, which would be described as 'weird' in modern society's terms. The eyes of the Internet are but mine, and yet, I see not one speck of this third person. Most interesting." A sneer formed on his lips as he slammed the flat of his palm on the desk. "Very well, I accept your challenge. In search of amelioration, I will unroot you!"


"What are you doing?" Misaki's voice said from beside him.


"Waaaargh!" Katahira spun around, the swing causing his chair to topple over, with him in it. "M-Misaki! Whatever in the world are you attempting, giving your beloved brother a rude death of a cardiac arrest as such? Have you never heard of a simple concept called "knock on the damned door"? My casket will not be inexpensive, I must inform you beforehand!"


"Sheesh, so much for trying to inform you that breakfast is ready. And I did knock, you know." Misaki wrapped her arms around her brother's neck as he started out the door.


"Geddoff." Katahira muttered in a rare show of normalcy in speech.


"No."


"Suit yourself." Katahira reached for his black blazer and flung it over one shoulder, making sure to 'accidentally' smack Misaki across the face with the buttons, and dragged her down the stairs. Let it not be said that a rumourmonger was unfit for the military service when the day comes.


"Hira. Glad you could join us." Matsumaeda Shigatake turned his newspaper without looking up at his son, who was very much burdened by his sister.


"A rising, shining and radiant dawn to you as well, father. I have dragged your dearest daughter down as well, watch how she clings on to my neck, not unlike a sloth to a branch, as she attempts to asphyxiate your sorry son." Katahira trudged towards the table and picked up a readied sandwich. A simple fare: ham, melted cheese (most apparently mozarella), and scrambled eggs, with a dash of butter. He couldn't complain: it was food. In a matter of seconds, it was down his gullet, washed down with a glass of cold milk.


"Misaki, let go of your brother now." Nagahira calmly said, sipping from a cup of tea.


"Why? I wanna stick with him. With those thugs around lately, I can't just leave him alone! Bro's not a fighter y'know."


"You're not either." was her mother's curt reply.


"I'm in Jyukaiyari! I've learned how to beat up guys older than me! Older than bro, even!"


"Tis but only a year difference between you and I. I fail to recognise a substantial gap betwee-"


"Shut up!" Misaki rapped her knuckles on Katahira's head, silencing him immediately.


"That's enough, Misaki. Let go of your brother now." Matsumaeda folded his newspaper in half and removed his glasses. He rubbed his temples and glared straight at Misaki: a foreboding and intimidating look that meant business when he did that. Matsumaeda was not a man to be trifled with, both in mind and body. A genius chess player and a purportedly ex-yakuza member (though the latter had no evidence to back it up except for the tattooed "DEATH GOD" in Kanji on his back), he could send even the hardest delinquents quivering with a look.


Misaki peeled her arms away from her brother's neck, muttering dark curses under her breath, cutting them short when she caught another glare from Matsumaeda.


"Many thanks, father. I feared the worst for my health and more." Katahira slipped his arms into his blazer and picked up his sling bag from the side of the table. "Currently, I feel I must bid you adieu, I have certain individuals whose activities have caught my interest."


"Is it the delinquents?" Matsumaeda and Nagahira asked as one.


"Pah, as if I would consort with wretched beasts as those. Nay, I seek solace with the study of a useless boy who finds himself at home with electronic gaming devices, whereas the other is a female specimen who fancies herself the former's lady partner. They...catch my interest as of their recent activity."


"You're a voyeur?"


"Gods no! Would your son bring himself to perform a dastard's deed such as so? Hmph!" He turned on his heel and made for the door. "Farewell, father, mother, Misaki. I adjourn to further my academic studies."


The door slammed shut behind him. Matsumaeda sighed and opened his newspaper again. Nagahira poured another cup of tea and placed it next to her husband. "You think he'll eventually speak normally?"


"Nope."


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The school chimes chimed, the teacher finally breathed a breath of cool relief and shut his lesson plan as the students began to gather their things. Suddenly the halls were filled with the rustling and bustling of students as they quickly made their way to their clubs, activities, or perhaps just out. Aki glanced over at Katsu, about to poke him once again with his pencil when he noticed Katsu drooling, Was he asleep!? Aki sighed, that was Katsu after all. Since the incident he'd become quite the slacker, something that Aki would perhaps never be used to having known the old Katsu. Aki shook his head and tore out a piece of paper, writing a note for Katsu before he packed up and left. "Oh well. guess you'll miss out on all those month ending sales" he said with a half hearted grin as he slid the door open and left the class.


Though as Aki left he couldn't help but feel empty, having no friends other than Katsu to spend the day with, and no club to call his own. Nonetheless Aki kept on walking toward the shopping district, whistling as he walked.


15:30


Katsu awoke with a startled jump, glancing around frantically he suddenly noticed that his class was over. Or rather, all of the classes were over, in fact from the looks of things, the whole class had been empty for quite some time. Katsu wiped the drool from his mouth, glancing up and down the room for any sign of life. Of course he'd have no such luck, yup here he was, abandoned after the last school bell chime. With a sigh Katsu gathered his things, though as he turned to stand he realized a note on Aki's desk. "Hm?" he muttered as he picked up the note and began to read it aloud,


"Dear Katsu,


Hey I decided to go on ahead, hey we should go to the arcade sometime soon. Oh and bummer on that quiz eh? I bet you probably failed it big time huh? Anyways give me a call I'll be in the Akihabara district this afternoon, we should meet up. I hear the new Sūpārobotto-gao sumasshuakushonz game is out.


Catch yah Later,


Aki"


Katsu sighed before crumbling up the paper, "Gaaah Of course I failed it! How could I not!" he shouted loudly in utter frustration as he threw the paper toward the waste bin. Katsu's eye cringed, as he watched the paper miss the waste bin entirely. Of course! Of course he missed! Why not!? It wasn't like anything else was going well for him today. With a pained sigh Katsu hefted his bag, stood and approached the crumpled paper. He leaned down, picking it up before tossing it in the waste bin. He then walked out of the classroom, his hands dialed through his music as he put his headphones on and headed down the halls. He was sure that the clubs were still meeting around him, in the occasional classroom he passed. Katsu sighed, he didn't have time for any of those clubs, not while his games beckoned to him, not while there was so much to be played! Katsu contemplated calling Aki, I bet Sūpārobotto's gonna be awesome! No, No, you still have to find a new party and kill that dragon. And besides, too many people in Akihabara. Katsu nodded as if to agree with himself, before he glanced down to change the song blaring through his headphones. Though as he did, he was met with the sight of static, before a white catlike creature appeared on his phone's screen. "Oh no" he muttered a second before the cat floated away from the screen and expanded in a series of flashing 1's and 0's, until it was now the size of a normal cat.


The cat's color once more returned to its ghastly white as it turned to face Katsu, floating near his head. "Oh yes!" it cried as it began to do stretches in the air, as if it had been cramped in Katsu's phone. "So Katsu, whatchya doin?" it asked casually as it floated by once again, this time floating clear through a wall before returning to Katsu.


Katsu cringed, "I'm going home, same as always" he muttered as he finally made it to the shoe room at the entrance of the building. He sighed as he reached his cubby hole, reaching in and grabbing his sneakers. Of course the cat like ghost had other plans, phasing its body through Katsu's stomach and causing him to fall back in surprise. "Gah" he muttered as he fell back, the bin in which his shoes lay falling back with him and landing on his head. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that!" he shouted angrily. Though as the words left his mouth he immediately regretted them, CRAP I hope no one heard that, he thought as he searched the room with a panicked intensity. He didn't spot anyone, good, now he just had to get out of here without making a scene and he'd be home free! Katsu quickly tied his shoes, glancing disapproving stares at the ghastly cat all the while. Katsu shuddered for a moment, he'd never quite get used to seeing a ghost, even if it was as ridiculous a ghost as this cat that called itself Kirruru. Why was he being haunted!? Why him!? He thought for a moment before reasoning that it was once again, just his luck, Katsu sighed once more as he slid his sneakers on and returned the shoe tray to its slot.


Kirruru smiled, "Oh I get it, the silent treatment, so cold, Katsu" it said with a grin as it flew over to Katsu's shoulder. "Hey Katsuuuuu~" it cued, trying to get the boy's attention as he slid the door to leave the school and walked out into courtyard. Rays of sun crashed down Katsu, which caused the usually indoor oriented boy to shield his eyes while they adjusted. It was about this time that Kirruru began to roll about on Katsu's shoulder in a desperate bid for attention. Katsu ignored the ghost cat to the best of his abilities, turning up the volume on his music to avoid hearing the cat's mischievous nonsense. Ever since this damn thing had appeared, it had been nothing but trouble, always shutting down his games when it phased through his computer screen, or else talking to him in public. Katsu cringed, at first he thought he was going crazy, but no such luck, no, there were cures for crazy, what he had was much worse.


With that in mind Katsu turned up his volume further hoping to jar himself awake from this terrible nightmare he called high school. Though as he did he froze as Kirruru phased through his right headphone and began to whisper in his ear. "Hey Katsu, guess who got onto the school database and saw all the measurements of the girls?" the ghostly cat asked coyly.


Katsu stopped his face obviously flustered for a moment, "al-al-all of them?" he asked in nervous disbelief. To which Kirruru smiled in reply, "Yup" it said as it began to fly out in front of Katsu. "And if you want that info, you gotta go to Akihabara" it said in a teasing tone.


Katsu scowled, "Oh c'mon! Why do you even care if I go!? You're a ghost what could you possibly want!?" he shouted at the ghost.


Kirruru smiled widely, "Who me? Oh nothing really, I just want a new hard drive, a big one! I'm gonna load it up with all the cat photos I can find! It's gonna be kitty paradise!" it said with a grin as it flew around excitedly.


Katsu's eye began to twitch at this not so stunning revelation, of course that's what Kirruru wanted. He'd already filled the memory of his computer downloading what he'd imagined was every cat picture on the internet, and now, HE WANTED MORE!!? Katsu pulled out his phone regardless, I guess there's no helping it, guess I'm getting that Sūpārobotto game after all he thought as he dialed Aki's number.
 
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1500 hours


“Class is dismissed. I wish you a good day’s rest.”


“Class, rise.”


“Thank you, Sensei.”


Very quietly and with much organisation, the class filed out of the classroom, with little small talk on the way. This was the lifestyle of the regular St. Lieselotte student. Cold disregard from their other peers. If one was warm enough to the other party, they would have a little chat, though nothing more than mere talk of how their studies were going and if their parents were fine. Not exactly the sort of conversation Sasahara would engage herself in. Her facial expression twisted into one of disdain. She lowered her head and followed her classmates out of the classroom. She followed them as part of the crowd to the exit of the school. Once outside, she unbuttoned her blazer almost immediately and threw it off herself, draping one side over her right arm. She wasn’t the epitome of intimidating, seeing that she was still in her school uniform, comprised of a skirt, a white blouse, black stockings and simple trainers. She took in the air, drawing a deep breath at first, then exhaled. She arched her neck back a bit and started off towards the general direction of Kojo, turning into an alley shortcut on the way. She threw off her blazer, and tugged at her tie, tossing it onto the blazer. Her blouse followed, along with her skirt. Casting a glance behind her, she extracted her trousers from her bag and slipped into them, then her green top, finally ending the combination with her signature white hoodie with the heart upon her left breast. She tucked her hair under her pink wig, and held the wig on with a pair of headphones, and tugged her beanie over the set up. She drew on her gloves, specially made to fit a small mp3 player on the back of her left hand. Plugging the audio jack of her headphones into it, she dumped her clothing into her bag, and shrugged it back onto one shoulder. Time for a little date with this Katsuhiro person.


1532 hours


“Boss!” The Jyukaiyari and Nagoyaki colours jogged up to her, a band of about fifteen delinquents altogether, chorused in unison. Vixen was leaning against the signboard of Kojo High, tapping her feet to some unheard rhythm from her headphones. When she saw the small platoon of Akai Taiyo heading towards her, she pushed herself away from the wall and brushed her jacket down. She dropped her bag next to the gates of the school and turned to face them.


“Glad you could make it. Sorry for holding you up after school hours, guys.” Vixen bowed low, a traditional ninety degrees bow to her colleagues. “Toushirou can’t make it, though. He apologises for it, since he has previous appointments to attend to.”


The crew gave a ripple of chuckles and small laughter. “No problem, boss. We were thirstin’ for a beatin’ anyway. This Katsuhiro guy ain’t got nuttin’ on us,” one said.


“Yeah, we’s gonna teach him a lesson he won’t forget.” Another chimed in.


Vixen smiled softly. “Thank you for being patient with me. Let’s get this kid off his high horse, shall we? Akai Taiyo isn’t to be messed with.” She slammed a fist on the signboard.


“Boss! Isn’t that the guy we was looking for?” One of the members pointed towards the gates at that moment. The rest turned to look, including Vixen herself. “Oy, you! Katsuhiro Tenshi! You’s gonna pay for making fun of Akai Taiyo, man!” With a roar, the Nagoyaki boy rushed towards the scrawny kid on his phone coming out of the gate. The other members glancedat each other before exuding a single unified war-cry and charged ahead as well. Vixen, alone, stayed back, folding her arms as she watched over the next few moments. Did this boy really think he can insult Akai Taiyo with such a weak build? She will see.
 
Harumi <3 [Outside of Kojo Academy; 3:00 pm]

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Harumi hummed to herself a little tune of some random nursery rhyme that she couldn't remember now how it seemed to place itself to the forefront of her mind. With a shrug she skipped down the steps that lead into Kojo's entrance. Suddenly her cellphone began to buzz in her pocket. Quickly, she pulled the pink and yellow little kawaii flip phone from her jacket lifted it to her ear and was immediately greeted by the singsong voice of her fabulous father.


"Oh, Harumi~! I'm so glad you got my call you will never guess what I cooking for dinner, it's a new recipe!" He spoke happily as his voice lifted to octaves that no male as large as he should be able to get to.


Harumi smiled, despite knowing her father couldn't see it. "Oooo I can't wait! Whatever it is I hope there is some sort of sauce... I've been wanting sauce." She said lifting her eyes as she walked down the walkway. She peered past the gates to see her Katsu walking alone.


"Oh, dear you know I always love my meat drenched in sauce~!" Her father cooed happily.


Harumi barely heard him as she smiled brightly and began to get giggly at the thought of walking with her Katsuama. "Okay, Dad! I'll see you later!" She squealed as she pulled the phone from her delicate face.


"B-but Harumi I didn't tell you about the sweet balls-!" He continued going into desert but Harumi didn't hear, she'd already clicked the phone shut and was running to her future husband.


"KAAATTTSSSSUUUUUUU~!" She squealed as she flew to the poor boy. She didn't even notice the wail of war cries or the mass of bodies making their way towards her darling Katsu as she threw her happy, bouncing body onto the back of her love. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder from behind and lifted her feet, placing all her weight on his back as she rubbed her cheek against the side of his face affectionately.


"Oh, Katsu! I missed you all day!" She cried and began to place pecks all over his face and top of his head.
 
3:00 pm. Kojo Academy:


Shishuku:


The gymnasium was blissfully absent of anybody, his club had yet to appear for their afternoon activities. The dance mat had been pulled out and Sidney was ready to let himself go. He pressed his finger down on the play button, the screen on his Ipod lit up displaying the song he had paused but a moment ago; Sway; by Dean Martin. It was hooked up into a small portable speaker. The music had yet to begin so Sidney slid into a full split, his buttocks just barely touching the ground. Then with practiced ease he placed his hands out before him and with some effort he lifted himself off the floor without the use of his legs and smoothly moved into a handstand split. Slowly he brought his legs up until they were straight in the air. He bent his arms to test his strength for a moment, then without warning he launched himself into a mid air forward flip to land lithely back on his feat. He took in a deep breath and wrapped a towel around his face to mask it just as the music started.


When marimba rhythms start to play


Dance with me, make me sway


Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore


Hold me close, sway me more

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It was a waltz, a quick paced one but a waltz nonetheless. He imagined his partner was a woman, she had ebony black hair that moved through the air like ink through water. Hear dress would resemble mother of pearl and her heels would be a devilish red to match her lip stick and her icy blue eyes. Sidney's heart fluttered as his imagination was so vivid it was almost real. He took her hands in his and gave them both a kiss. She smiled winsomely at him and he returned with a wolfish grin. Sidney moved in closer to his imaginary partner and like lovers they embraced; his left hand on her back and his right holding her other hand.


Like a flower bending in the breeze


Bend with me, sway with ease


When we dance you have a way with me


Stay with me, sway with me

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Without warning Sidney dipped her, her back resting on his leg. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and then whisked her off her cheek and then like a brisk wind in the winter he whisked her from her feet. They swayed to and fro as if they were swinging in the air, butterflies filled his chest and stomach.



Other dancers may be on the floor


Dear, but my eyes will see only you


Only you have the magic technique


When we sway I go weak

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She was as light as air and he was as quick as lightning, they were a cool wind in the summer, cold wind in the Autumn and a storm in winter. Like Spring rain his shoes tapped against the dance floor.


I can hear the sounds of violins


Long before it begins


Make me thrill as only you know how


Sway me smooth, sway me now

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The music swelled in his head, the world could be falling at his feet for all he cared, all he could see was her, all he knew was the dance and all he feared was the last chord. He both relished and hated the moments he was alone, it gave him a chance to dance with all he had, he didn't have to hold back. It wasn't quite the same though, she wasn't real and it couldn't last, there just wasn't anyone out there who could match his dancing prowess except for his own family. He yearned for a dancing partner, one he could truly touch, one who's cheek he could truly kiss.


Other dancers may be on the floor


Dear, but my eyes will see only you


Only you have the magic technique


When we sway I go weak

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It was near and his heart fluttered, his throat tightened and his eyes began to water, the music came to lull and all he could do was stare into her cold blue eyes. He didn't even notice that he was still dancing as fiercely as before, it was as if his body too yearned to keep her near him, insubstantial though she may be.

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I can hear the sounds of violins


Long before it begins


Make me thrill as only you know how


Sway me smooth, sway me now


You know how


Sway me smooth, sway me now

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Just as the final chords of the music finished echoing, the dancers parted from each other and bowed. Sidney's eyes never left her's though not until like a mirage she faded into nothingness. A single tear trickled down his cheek, sweat covered his forehead and his breath was heavy. When finally he returned he returned to an applause. He looked around in surprise to find the entirety of his club crying and clapping. More surprising was the attendance of his father who cried just as much as his club. His second in command; Himiko came shuffling forward dabbing at her eyes furiously, she offered him a warm towelette. Sidney took it and wiped the sweat from his arms and forehead.


His father approached him after Sidney managed to get his club into order and then into pairs. He put No in charge of the practice while he and his father spoke. "Don't take this the wrong way my boy but..... I hope you never find her. She'll break your heart like your mother broke mine and you'll break her's just the same way I did your mother's." Sidney sighed at his father's advice, he knew well enough what his mother was like and how tempestuous she could be so he could sympathize but no matter what he couldn't let go of that girl. His father looked at him knowingly and laughed, he clapped his son on the back and left just as Himiko approached them.


"A sir, th-th-the secret club has requested you meet them this evening, b-b-by rights you should be leaving now to see them sir." Sidney sighed and got dressed, he would have to shower later, he and Himiko left the others to their practice, they would finish in ten minutes with him gone.
 
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7:00a.m. ✿

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"Nyan! Ohayō! Nyan! Ohayō!"


"No."


7:30a.m. ✿

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"Nyan!Ohayō! Nyan! Ohayō!"


"... Mmph."

8:00a.m. ✿

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"Nyan!Ohayō! Nyan! Ohayō!"


"Do you want to die?"


8:15a.m. ✿

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"Nyan!Ohayō! Nyan! Ohayō!"


The happy-go-lucky chime of the far too bubbly alarm clock in the shape of a cheerful cross-eyed cat pierced the once peaceful air like a terrible shrill. It welcomed the morning with a vicious rage of loud happiness that the sleeping beauty could not seem to bare as she attempted to unglue herself from the position she lied in. Her blonde hair surrounded her in a messy mane that covered her face from the sun that beamed in from the curtains, causing her to flinch as soon as she managed to raise a hand to push past the wild train wreck of a morning hairstyle. Yanking her fingers free from the curled tangles, she lazily slung herself up to a sitting position in which collapsed her face into her hand propped up on her knees that gathered at her chest. Letting out a low growl, she listened as the little cross-eyed kitten continue to do it's morning dance and cheer that rattled her nerves almost as much as her nightstand. Glancing towards the sight troubled cat, she squinted at the time that illuminated the little blue plastic yarn ball it gripped onto for dear life.


"Drop dead," she muttered, reaching out her hand to display an ever so classy display of her middle finger, beautifully decorated with pink fingernail polish. Reaching out her finger, she carefully placed the tip upon the derped cat's nose, watching as watched it wiggle on the very edge of the nightstand.


"Oh no, Mister Kitty. I didn't mean it. You have so much to live for," she whined in an overly cutesy voice, placing her other hand on her cheek to give a worrisome look. Puffing her cheeks out, she crossed her legs as the little cat danced with destiny against the edge of a four foot fate.


"But-but, nobody will ever love me, nyan. I've spent my whole life addicted to cat nip, my wife left me, and all I have to remember my dear daughter is this yarn ball she gave me for father's day, nyan. She's probably a full grown cat now and I don't even know if she's litter box trained, nyan," she piped out in a very low voice, continuing to narrow her eyes and puff out her cheeks. She wiggled the cat some more, watching it bob to and fro. "All I have now is this piss poor job of waking up a princess and I can't even do that right, nyan!"


"Piss poor? Waking up a princess is a piss poor job? Well, when you put it like that-"


"Nyan! I, uh - I didn't mean it, nyan!"


"Oh, Mister Kitty. That just won't do. It seems you were just doing a piss poor job," the princess exclaimed, shaking her head shamefully as she carried her eyes away from her clock to release a dramatic sigh. Twisting her head back around, she popped an eyebrow to the little plastic clock that kissed the edge of the stand, hovering over the edge. "Oh, what's the matter, Mister Kitty? Cat's got your tongue? I'm afraid I'm late for school now because of you. Looks like I'll have to scratch you off the employment list."


"N-no! Don't do it princess, nyan! I'll do better next time, nyan!"


"Ciao, Mister Kitty!" And with one final puff of her cheeks, Mister Kitty went tumbling over the edge, falling down to his fate with the blonde tumbleweed haired princess peeking over the edge as he collided with the ground. Crash! Poor Mister Kitty lied with his yarn across the floor and his ear cracked off as his crossed eyes gazed up to his former employer for a mere hint of mercy. She poked out her bottom lip, wiggling her fingers at him in a wave of farewell. With a quick wink and a brief blow of a kiss, the little princess kicked at her sheets delightfully and shimmied her way out of her bed. The little princess practically pranced around her room, seating herself at her vanity to prepare for the day in the typical teenage, "my aspirations are to be a model, idol, and actress" look with false eyelashes, lip gloss, and all the hot tips in Popteen and Ranzuki magazines. Brushing out her ridiculous mane, she hummed happily as her feet swayed to sound of time ticking away on her newly broken alarm clock. She was late, but didn't seem to pay any mind as she tied her hair up in her high ponytails and secured a little blush on her cheeks. It was a wiggle, jump, and dance and she was out the door of her bedroom in her brand new school uniform for her brand new high school to start her brand new life, simply fit for a main character.


"Ohayō, world!" she declared into her living room, outstretching her arms to welcome the late morning.


"Momoko? Momoko! Aren't you supposed to be at school!?" she heard her mother crying out from the bathroom, probably soaking away in her morning soul searching, debating over a mid-life crisis and new boyfriend.


"Oh, h-a-a-a-i, Mama! My alarm clock must be broken. I think I may need a new one," Momoko responded, shoving her face into her refrigerator. "Oh? Mama! Where's my lunch bento?"


"Lunch bento?"


"Of course! Mothers are supposed to make lunch bentos! That's what they do."


"Since when have I ever made you a lunch bento? I'm not a maid."


"Lazy, lazy mama! Every beloved child needs a lunch bento. This is child neglect. I should report you."


"Momoko, I will give you something to report. I will get out of this bath right now and give you a bento right in your-,"


"Bye, Mama! I love you too!"



9:00a.m. ✿




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Walking down the streets of the city, the blonde princess inspected herself in the windows of the stores, stopping occasionally to shorten her skirt and pull up her high socks. Older boys would stop and give glances every now and then while Momoko wouldn't even turn her head. Boys with piercings were so not main character material, unless they were troubled bad boys looking for some kind girl's heart to melt his own. She sighed to herself, gripping onto her cheeks as she imaged riding on the back of some super cool bike, wearing the rider's helmet to keep her safe as she wrapped her arms tightly around him before he stopped off at some bridge by the beach to lift off the helmet, tilt her chin upwards and tell her-


"The new issue of Tender Love is out!?"





Smack! The princess's face plastered itself against the store window, toppling over an older woman slowly creaking across the display. The manga store blared out the bright music of anime opening and ending themes as her eyes reflected the glittering majesty that lied before her. Tender Love, the tale of a girl scarred by past experiences from her hometown that would occasionally be revealed in flashbacks falls madly in love with the most popular boy in school but cannot seem to get over her past ghosts in order to love him, nor his own which seem to have ties to her past as well, while she secretly holds affection for his greatest rival. Feeling her knees grow week, she gazed at the beautiful book that probably smelled fresh off the printers. She had to have it.


"I need it. I need it! My bible. My bible awaits me!"


10:00a.m. ✿




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"Who knew that they were having a sale!? Lucky day! Maybe that alarm clock did do me a favor by not waking me up on time today." Out waltzed a full armed Momoko, struggling to keep her arm fulls of romance and drama manga, biting down on her glossed lips happily. Strange glances were shot her way as she paraded down the street with her twenty-or-so manga of heartaches and blossoming love. They weren't manga to her. They weren't books and they certainly weren't comics. They were the holy word of love. They were tales of how to survive the aching world in a young girl's time of need, guiding her and giving her hope in the darkest of times. They were her commandments on how to approach a guy in every way and what to look for, how to find a true prince out of a court of royals. She was absolutely positive she could handle any guy, if any guy was worthy of handling. No, she just had to find the right one.


Would it be the smart, charming one with a wave of mystery? The bad boy with so much depth within his longing eyes? The witty, humorous one who seems like the best friend at first but is actually your soul mate in the end? Or is it the tsundere one that has a heart just waiting to be taken? Oh, the thought an thrill of it excited her!


It almost made her want to squeal out in joy at the mere thought of it. Some guy cupping her face, looking deep into her eyes, and shaking her soul before whisking her off to a romantic sequel and possibly an anime, or even better: an otome dating game!


"Oh, my ship? Where are you? Where is my ship? I'm ready to be shipped, world! Give me all you've got!"





12:00p.m. ✿

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"Maybe I'm not average enough," Momoko muttered to herself as she flipped through the pages, sitting outside of the bus stop to take her to her school. About a dozen buses had passed since she had seated herself down with her mountain of manga but each time it had come, she shrugged it off and agreed on the next bus. Puffing out her cheeks, she propped her chin up on her wrist. All these girls complained about being so average and no guy ever wanting them but somehow love came dashing towards them without a problem. Turning her head, she looked into the reflection of the glass side paneling of the bus stop. She was by no means average. She certainly didn't dress average or carry herself average. Her hair was always nicely kept, her clothes were always fashionable, and her skirt was always kept dangerously close to the scolding line. "Should I tone it down then get really shy and awkward? Maybe then I can-"


The princess then bursted into a fit of laughter, dropping her book as she hugged her sides, shaking the bench she sat on from her giggles. Tears began to form at the brims of her eyes as her throat shook from the roar of her laughter.


"Oh, whew! No, I'm the main character. Therefore, my main guy will want all this and no little average mouse is going to get in my way. I'll write my own bible, if I have to. I am the prophet of a coming age, girls! Saddle up, because I'm taking your men, basics!"





2:00p.m. ✿

​



"Wow, I can't believe I missed school today. Where did the time go?" Momoko groaned, stepping off the bus that took her to her school. The grounds were empty and everyone was already piled into their classes. She looked up at the buildings, watching everyone lazily stare up at the front of their rooms. It was her first day and she didn't even show up. Biting down on her lip, she cupped her chin. How would this play out in a story? Did main characters usually miss their first day? Suddenly, her fingertips snapped together.


Of course! Maybe since she missed class, her homeroom teacher expressed concern to the rest of the class. She could see it now. 'Oh, students. I'm so sorry. Today we were supposed to have the star of a swim team exchange over but she somehow wasn't able to make it to school. I hope she wasn't sick.' And then the next day she'd show up and all the boys would be like, 'You're the swim champion, aren't you? Why did you ever let me miss such a beautiful face yesterday? I could have met my dream girl a day sooner.'


"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry. I was feeling a little under the weather and maybe my nerves just got the better of me," she cooed, holding herself as she wiggled and danced. She giggled to herself, examining the school. Thinking to herself, she came to the idea that perhaps wandering around the school wouldn't be such a bad thing. She could see the pool and examine her hunting grounds. This was the stage of her new story and she was already a senior in high school. She only had a few months left before it was the end of her high school romance chapters. Soon she'd have to move on to romance novels. She had to have her own teenage manga moment. After all this work and dedication, she owed it to herself. This was her story and she was determined to be the most amazing main character possible.


"Perhaps if I pretend I was lost or-," she stopped. Glancing up at the windows, she looked at the delicious feasts placed out for her to just take a bite out of. The boys! The boys! They were so beautiful. Brunettes, blondes, raven haired beauties of different sizes and selections. There just had to be a prince. She knew there was. The excitement rose into her throat. Nodding, she had decided. She was going to stay. She was only young once and now was the time to hunt.





3:00p.m. ✿

​



As the final bell chimed, the princess perked her head up from her compact mirror. Shoving away her mascara in her school bag of countless shoujos, a smile crept across her glistening lips. Tossing her curls over her shoulder, she pretended to sit calmly on the bench in the courtyard, a small map of the school in her hands, looking helpless and lost. It was the perfect setting. Ready, set, game.


"Come to me, my ships! Hime is here for your hearts!"
 
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8:32

Invy took care not to make his steps too loud, although it was quite difficult with the shoes that he was wearing. It almost seemed impossible not to make a sound, but for the instance where he was in the presence of the two in the halls it seemed as if he had gotten away without casualty. The reality, though, was that he was spotted just as he rounded the corner over to his class entrance.


His feet stopped over the door. He waited there for a few seconds, thinking the scenario over, then pushed the door over to enter the class. Of course it had started and, of course he was late.


“Oh, Teru-san. You're quite late. Take a seat.”


Invy, while giving his teacher a regretful look, stumbled over to his seat. He felt almost nauseous now, he could feel the stares targeted at him as he sat down. His eyes stared down at the desk and his hands crossed over his forehead, he just had to avoid humiliation and then the rest of the day would go smoothly.

✿

3:00

“Ja ne, Kaname-san!”


“Sayonara!”


The last bell had rung, signaling the end of the school day. Invy had previously been taking notes down on the teacher's lecture in a spiral notebook, which wasn't any special one in particular. Once Invy had realized that the day was over and he could stop taking notes down, he flipped his notebook over until it was closed and stuffed it into his shoulder bag. He didn't intend to have plans for the day so he decided he would leave for home in a timely fashion, and get out as quickly as possible. But as soon as he scooted out of his seat to leave, he was called out by a duo of girls that looked enthusiastic enough to approach him.


“Hey, Teru-chan, would you like to come to the cafe with us?,” asked the first girl.


“We noticed you don't go out often, and we just wanted to get to know you a little better,” stated the second.


Invy blinked at the two girls, honestly not expecting them to approach him like this. A cafe? At first it sounded like it would be enjoyable, but if he stayed too long he might develop a friendly attachment to some of these girls, and he felt like if it got too personal that he might get into an awkward situation...


Well, he was thinking too much into the future. He forced up a friendly Invy smile, turning to them, and nodded.


“Sure! I would love to. Let me just call my mom, and then we can go,” he said, pulling out his phone quickly to text his parent.


With that done and the meeting arranged, Invy and the two girls headed out of class and into the school halls in order to head outside for their little arrangement.
 
2:59





The black pits of Itami's eyes layered with his bright green iris's clicked slowly in a clockwise motion as he followed the seconds hand of the analog clock. Each flick and stop rattled his eyes. His feet began to tap the linoleum floor under his foot as his lower waist was now fickle with anticipation. The under desk began to rattle from his movements. The soft press of his fingers tattling against the desk. Itami was ready to leave for he had an important mission to take care of. Itami's lower lip retreated into his mouth as the top of his teeth pressed down upon it.


"Come on click faster.... come on..."


And not a moment later the loud ringing of the school bell pierced the room. Itami shot up from his seat snagging his camera in hand and sped out of the room. Sports clubs were going to start soon and he would be ready.... he was 60 steps away from the stairs that lead down to the first floor. 382 steps from the field locker rooms and then 14 steps to the female locker room windows. This was his mission he accepted not just as a voyeur, but as a humanitarian to help all men of this school. To escape the evil clutches of blue groin to defeat the diabolical hormonal rage that festers. Itami risked his credibility, NAY! His Life for these moments.


Itami flew through the hallway brushing against and smashing into student flesh bags that got in his way. Boy's in the hall roared in anger as he pushed them aside only to retract their projected rage seeing their fearless leader on a quest. Swim club was supposed to have freshman tryouts today. The new freshman class was full of attractive young females that tickled the fantasies of the masses. Each year the new classes would come in with better looking girls as everyone knows men try and trade in for the newer model this applies in life and smut.


Itami hustled through the halls his camera lens glinted in the sun as he made his way quickly to his destination. The onlooking female stared at the strange boy who seemed to be in a hurry right after school.


"It's Itami... be careful for him he is a no good pervert." A young girl whispered to her friend as he ignored them completely. NO GOOD SHE SAYS! I AM THE GREATEST PERVERT TO WALK THESE HALLS!


Itami's mind filled with the fruits of his quest as the beautiful scene stained his mind in lust.





  • The locker room chirped in a high ecstasy of female laughter as the young females who were but blossoming buds in their rise to becoming beautiful flowers began to strip the restrictions of society. The brown low shoulder cut brunette with atleast a C grade began to look towards her new recruits. A light touch of blush and glow in her eyes. She spied a cute pink haired girl who was struggling to come to terms with her new gift from god. "Oh Senna, you have gotten so big over the summer." The light glimmer of rose speckled their flesh in a fresh gloss of an Aphrodite gift. one of the girl approached the younger "Senna you are so pretty I just want to..." The brunette began to lean in as the petals of her lips were-


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    Hi there I am The Censorship Monkey I will be a reoccurring theme in this role play to make sure that these situations stay within the rules and laws of RPnation. Thank you for your understanding now lets get back to the action.


    "Oh senpai if you touch there i'll-"


    Okay not good... lets fast forward shall we.


    >>> Fst. Fwd.


    Itami's mind raced with the thoughts of the lewd actions of the girls as he rounded the corner...


    And we are safe. Bye for now! <3





Itami's mind raced with the thoughts of the lewd actions of the girls as he brushed and bumped against the student roadblocks that got in his way. With each bump he got even more looks. Im going to be late! His pace quickened as he was almost full on running down the hall. Girls locker room take a lef-


A loud and violent clack emitted as a sudden body made a turn round the corner at the same time he did. In a full frontal assault Itami and the girl he had unfortunately collided with was sent tumbling to the ground.


Itami's brain was confused as his eyes slowly opened the black haze dissipated as his vision was filled with white background with pink polka dots spread spuratically throughout the design. A cute pink little bow rested at the top of the pink elastic... wait.... where am I? He heard the cute voice of a girl from above him.I am in an odd situation... I know where I am now, and I don't know what to do... hmmm... I've GOT IT I'LL PLAY DEAD! The young boy Itami played dead as he closed his eyes and made his body go limp... all while resting in the lower torso of an unsuspecting girl.

 

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"Ge... get... GET OFF ME!"





It was an easy thing, really. Palm, nose, upward strike. She'd practiced the move so many times she could dish it out in her sleep. Yet what she didn't expect... was for Itami... to be her victim. Not that it mattered, if she had known it was him she would have hit a lot harder.





3:o3





Reiko stood, listening for the delicious cracking sound a skull made when it hit a hard surface, she almost smiled...almost. Unfortunately, she had things to do, and she didn't have time for Itami's foolish behavior, even if it did involve perversion on her school grounds. She stuffed her hand into the pocket of her blazer, pulling out her pink phone, flicking the screen until it turned on, displaying the time to her incredulous eyes.





"3:03!? 3:03!? Itami, you dunce! You've put me off schedule by four minutes! Now how am I going to complete my daily study regimen in time so that I don't miss the showing of Neko Neko Vanilla Lo- " Reiko yelped, moaning as she placed her fingers to her temples. Vanilla Sapphire was finally going to make it to the... and he... and he.. and he..."Well, Mr. VICE president, since you're slacking on your duties, how about you help me do mine? Shopping. Festival. Now."





Her tone was as deadly as the green glint in her eyes, dripping with the underlying threat of violence, despite her pitch staying the same. She reached down, gripping her idiot firmly under his armpits, once again refusing to acknowledge him as her partner, and with taut muscles and expressionless gaze she began to drag her idiot towards the front door of the school. She ignored the stares she received and the mutters she heard, quite used to, and sometimes flattered, by their comments.





"Pint-sized Pitbull is at it again, huh...?"


"Poor Itami-kun..."


She dropped him once she pushed through the front doors of the school, spotting a familiar mass of blonde curls seated by one the benches. Momoko. In fact, she didn't show up to class today, did she? So why the heck was she here? She obviously wasn't sick, so she didn't see an excuse for wasting educational resources. Reiko narrowed her eyes, gripping Itami's arm before tossing a mass of blonde curls over her shoulder.





"Oi! Momoko-san! What are you doing here? You didn't come to school, did you?" she yelled, frowning.
 
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