Disclaimer: I not own anything.

Ambitions.

As I gazed at the ceiling, thinking of an answer. It would be considered some sort of goals planned in the long run. A dream you would say. However, such thinking is a waste of productive thinking. By wasting time thinking of dreams instead of out there to do something, it is a concept almost every single young people have unconsciously adapted.

The normal ones that is.

When you fail at an exam, you'll just set up a self made ambition to get better. Instead of looking for answers by doing last minute studies because you were 'enjoying time with friends', it would have been more productive to do studying, or better yet, self studying.

Such as the lesson in all this, dreams have a high potential to betray you, some may even leave one's self in bitter resentment and mauling in their failure. However, by also doing proper hard work still have it's own set of options of failure, so it wasn't a perfect 100%.

However, if you had failed even after doing such hard work, you still have that satisfaction knowing that you had actually done something.

Truly, the youthful mind is simply full of shit.

To have make the complicated things simple, and easy things complicated, it's like their life dies without some sort of drama-

"And what is this?"

"Its my testament."

"English please."

"It's the essay you asked us to write yesterday."

"…the one regarding your future?"

My Japanese literature teacher perked his head up, eyeing me weirdly.

"And it said to write an essay, not this!"

"Why?" I sneered, looking down at the teacher.

"Was it because I'm right? Is it because you're bitter? Come now Sensei, as an adult, you yourself know how life works. Aren't I right?"

I boasted with pride as my Sensei sighed heavily, rubbing his temples.

"Look…you need to view a change of outlook. Its your last day here and-"

"Not that anyone cares," I cut in, eyeing the outside window where lots of people were either hanging out with their friends, playing some games or huddled up together like some kind of cult meeting. Disgusting. The mere sight of these normalfags made me wince.

"Honestly I'm glad to be moving. The people around where much to cancerous to me."

"Karen-san…"

"No no, I don't need that look of pity."

Why would I need it? Being a loner here has it's merits. I was pretty much non existent, no one paid attention to me and I can do things at my leisure. It's one of the virtue's of being a loner-

"First, stop talking aloud."

"….."

"Secondly, you're taking things for granted here. You're the top of your class, lead singer in the school's choir and musical band, not to mention played a huge contribution to the school's recent fame boost, you don't look creepy at all save for your eyes and finally-"

"Aaaah mou! Enough!"

I childishly flailed my arms.

"Everyone had so much expectations of me! I don't want it! It's too much! I just want to be left alone!"

Heh, a diversion tactic. By making up some kind of stressed up problem, one would pity an honorary student like me. I don't mean to brag but I've got it all down, beautiful? Check. Smart? Check. Going into the cold girl trope persona I've build over the years? Check. Oh and everyone loves lil' ol' me where I can't do no wrong!

Teehee, why am I taking advantage of their kindness?

Cause' I'm bored. To call others a normalfags while I am one myself, is but self deception!

I really hate getting all attention. Everyone has so much expectations of me. I shed blood sweat and tears for them despite myself not wanting to.

Why?

Cause' they said so.

But no more! I'll move out of this crummy town!

Cause' I said so!

Besides, it would be nice to do one final thing.

"I'm so sick of putting up such feigned happiness for the sake of everyone!" I fake wailed at my teacher. "I just want some space, is that too much to ask?"

Putting on my best tired tone, my gaze momentarily flickered up and saw the guilty look of my teacher.

Hook line and sinker.

Call me a bitch, I don't care.

I will become the root of evil in the world of society, before sprouting out lies and deception to get what I want.

Cause' I want to.

Cause' I can.

Cause' I'm bored.

Now then, how should I proceed now?

As I gazed at the guilty teacher, I couldn't help but feel giddy.

It felt good to have the world under your palms.

It's like looking at a Mirror

By Garden of Avalon

Disclaimer: I do not own anything

Chapter 1: As usual, Kohirumaki Karen builds up her mask

"…Kohirumaki Karen?"

"Yes that's me."

I politely bowed but gave out a dry tone. What trope should I go in here? Ice Queen? Bitch Queen? Airheaded girl? Or my real loner self?

"Well this is sudden but not uncommon. Please, sit down."

Maybe I should wait until further notice. Sitting down in a couch in the teacher's lounge, I eyed a lady in a lab coat before me.

Big bust, beautiful looks, yet smoking and had signs of a tired posture of working for long hours. Smells like an unmarried woman past her time.

"Huh?"

"Eh?"

She gazed at me, seemingly as if she heard me.

"Did you say something?"

"N-Nothing…"

T-That gaze…it was so scary. Looks like I can't use the guilt trip trope on her, she looks like the type to push others to bring out the best of them. I wonder how can I get into her?

"Well anyways, my name's Hiratsuka Shizuka."

"Nice to meet you Hiratsuka-san…or Sensei?"

She made a nod, before eyeing my files. She seemed to be reading an essay that I wrote weeks ago, when I moved out from my old school. She raised an eyebrow, before widening her eyes.

"The youthful mind is full of shit?" She murmured, before eyeing me suspiciously.

"What kind of essay is this?"

"It is what it is, an essay."

I simply answered her in a normal tone.

I expected some sort of weird gaze, a first sign I got her attention seeing I might be a weird high school girl thinking like a pessimistic idealist, therefore giving me a chance to use my tragic life trope on her therefore entering her mind like some kind of poison.

However, her reaction was not what I expected.

"Okay then."

…

Huh?!

She's not weirded out?!

"O-Oh…"

This is bad. What kind of person don't react to such a weird essay?! There isn't anyone who thinks like me in this unjust world!

"Well it would seem you seem like an honorary student at your old school? Lead singer, beautiful looks, vice president of the student council, top grades and…a tendency to distant yourself?"

She chuckled.

"Geez it's like seeing multiple students in here merged into one body like that one mutant guy…."

She must've been watching Legion…

"At any rate, you seem to be like a decent student…"

My excellent track record is considered decent here? What kind of monsters do they have in here?

"Would you like to have a tour today?"

"I would begin to start class tomorrow, so please, it would be nice to see things around here in advance…"

"You're lucky to have come In after the exams. We don't usually accept students in the middle of the semester, but it seems that you somehow got in."

"That would be my parents. They're…quite well packed and has connections with the school board…"

I mustered up a low sad tone, giving signals of a girl with family problem, however, Hiratsuka seemed to be eyeing me intently, before sighing.

"You can drop all those acts you know."

"…."

What?!

Now she's even able to see through me?!

"A girl who has everything, looks, money, grades and all that, yet is putting up acts in an effort to either look good or bad in the eyes of other people. I know someone that is exactly like you, or to a specific degree, if they had done the Fusion Dance…"

"Huh?"

"What are you after Kohirumaki-san? What are you really after in all this?"

That was a question that stung me to be honest. Never have I met someone so straight forward and perceptive. She must be dealing with people with all sorts of problems to be able to perceive my mask. If I can't bring up my mask round her then…

Hunching.

Face dropping into a near scowl state.

Low tone.

Eyes seemingly like a glare.

As I opt my usual posture at home, I snorted.

"Bah. And here I thought I could leave my mark on you…" I bitterly spat in an honest tone.

Hiratsuka smiled and said, "Now that's more like it girl. Be more honest okay?"

Being honest huh?

Being honest to people is like being genuine to them. To open up your mask and show them your true self is just the same like giving out your weakness. Bad memories began to resurface. I remembered having this particular boy that I liked when I was a kid, we played together nearly all our life.

We were inseparable to be honest.

I felt like a giddy girl in day, and decided to invite him to a tree house I used to have, and there, despite being a kid, I let my emotions flow out and showed him myself. I didn't have any friends as a child, and you could say he was the epicentrum of my life at the time.

Obsessed much? Of course, I was a kid. I fuckin' yearned for-

…..

….

Oh my.

Did I almost showed you readers a crack on my mask? Now showing it too early wouldn't be fun for the story wouldn't it?

Anyway, despite I poured my heart into him that day, he outright rejected me. No, he disdained me for it, so much he pushed me out of the tree house as I plummeted into the ground. I remembered that day, as the impact of gravity hit me, I lost all sense of normalcy.

Now I'm just…well…how I'm now.

"Honest huh? No thanks. It's like giving an enemy a spear as you turned their back on them."

I smiled brightly after that.

"I can't use my mask on you, but that doesn't mean I can't use it on others right?"

"Oooooh man."

Hiratsuka chuckled at me, muttering about I'm the most hated specimen for this one guy with dead fish eyes. So it would seem someone wouldn't like me then?

That's good.

Because life without conflict would be boring now would it?

It's like looking at a Mirror

By Garden of Avalon

Disclaimer: I do not own anything

Chapter 2: Kohirumaki Karen is toxic

"And this is Class 2-F, of which I serve as the homeroom teacher and modern Japanese teacher as well."

Hiratsuka guided me on the hallway, pointing at a classroom. Somehow I'm getting main protagonist classroom vibes from it. Curious, I popped my head in and saw students either hanging out in groups, playing games or simply dozing off.

So it would seem it's lunch time now for the students.

I eyed a particular group of students who's looks are far from generic side characters.

Ah, this must be the popular ones, seeing as how their interaction screams of social bravado and superiority. That and their character design are more distinguished compared to others. I eyed a particular blonde with drills, before biting my thumbs nail as I clicked my tongue.

Damn!

The queen bitch trope is already taken!

Well there goes one trope, several more to go.

"Like, I heard about this new place down town. We should totally try that place out."

The queen bitch spoke up as she eyed her phone, to which I assume she was browsing at this new place. Ah, that must be my parents coffee shop. They do lots of business and culinary happens to be their forte.

The rest of her clique seemed to be discussing over the new place, however, there was this one particular guy that eyed me. Apparently, he was the only one who noticed a girl with ankle length hair standing by the door with a scarf covering half of her face.

Handsome face, blonde hair, athletic build.

I assumed this must be the king bitch, a superior version of the queen bitch, an alpha amongst the race known as normalfags. Seriously, go to hell with that wishy washy fakey smile of yours.

He leaned at his clique despite already noticing me as he said, "Hey, you guys seen that girl before? Is she new here?"

"Eh? What girl?"

The queen bitch was the first one to respond as I mentally giggle. She so does have the hots for the king bitch, and like a natural instinct to defend her man despite not being together, she noticed me.

"She looks like a ghost."

You know there's something called whispering right?

"Must be a day time ghost! Look at her eyes, it's glaring!"

A boy with an orange hair shrieked in panic.

Ah.

The dumb boy trope.

I wonder if there is a dumb girl around?

"Like, sorry I'm late!"

Found one.

I perked my head up and saw a girl with huge breasts and a bun in her head coming into the classroom, apparently a bit ragged.

"I got uuh…caught up in things…"

"By being in the toilet?"

The queen bitch spoke up with a raised eyebrow.

"Eh? Ah, n-no, I had uuh…things to do…"

"The Service Club?"

"Totally!"

The airhead spoke up more cheerfully as she said that. This 'service club' must be precious for her.

The smile she had as she spoke about this service club was suffice to say, breath taking. It was arguably the most sincere smile I've seen in my life.

"Well you've been spending time less and less here…"

The queen bitch spoke up again, this time with a heavy tone.

"Be careful of Yukinoshita, who knows what'll she'll do…"

"T-Totally!"

What's this?

This Yukinoshita girl seemed to be a part of the service club the airhead seemed to cherish, however she agreed to be wary of this Yukinoshita girl just to save face against the queen bitch?

I know girls like her.

She's one of those girls who would be sweet when alone, yet will distance themselves in the eyes of the society. She's a nice girl, I believed that the moment I saw her smile. However, after that act that was displayed before me…..

I dislike her.

In fact, I found her revolting.

How could one say such nice things about this person, but refuse to speak up for her as well. Seriously, she disgusts me. Does losing social points matter that much? Does she not actually care for this other girl she spoke off?

No matter.

I tuned off the air head and eyed other students, though nothing interests me.

"A-Anyway, I've got to go, Yukinon- err…I have other stuff to do!"

She quickly left after getting a bento box from her desk, but not before muttering a quick sorry towards the queen bitch. I always wonder why does the ones that sit atop The social ladder care so much if one of their friends go to another friend?

Is it because they have less people to be an ass to? Or do they dislike having their clique going elsewhere? Honestly such bonds couldn't even be called bonds, in fact, it's just straight up oppressing them to go along with em'.

Note to self.

Find a way to enter their clique and hopefully mess it a little.

Teehee, that would be fun.

Such fakery needs to be erased in this world, and only if they can come through that ordeal would they become truly genuine friends.

"So where's my class now?"

"And this is your assigned class, Class 2-J."

"This place screams of elitists and the ones that actually soar above others in the social ladder…"

"Well you're not wrong…"

Hiratsuka placed her hand on her chin, mimicking a thinking posture and opts an amused smile.

"Interesting choice of words."

"Its fact."

I huffed and lazily tilt my head back at her.

"The way how the students within carry themselves with an air of arrogance and poise, the way how they don't go out much save for toilet or library for extra studying, truly this place is for the smart elitists…"

Which I would honestly prefer the room full of those shitty youths previously. It's so boring in here! I can't poison them!

"What do you mean poison?"

"Ah…eh? Did I speak aloud again?"

I feigned a playful tone as Hiratsuka rubbed her temples.

"Oh god please help me…"

Hm?

"It's like seeing that rotten fish eye and Haruno in one body…"

Oh? So she met my kind before? So I'm actually a fusion of two people?!

"No, you're not. This isn't Dragon ball or Legion…"

"I should really learn to be aware of my internal monologue…"

"So does this place has clubs?"

Ahhh clubs.

A place where one father's to do a certain activity together, for either the sake of furthering a specific ability and goal, such as basketball, soccer etc etc, or a small community such as the literature club, or something along those lines.

It's also where most normalfags go.

Honestly I couldn't even be bothered to join one. Being the vice president of the student council back in my old school was a pain the ass. I have to sort out paper works for clubs, sometimes step in as a consultant to fix up useless and pointless teen drama fights, you get the gist of it.

Why did I accept the position?

Well my parents said so. And their word is always law. Well no more! No longer shall I suffer the social attacks and expectations of my old school! It's time to start anew!...while also planting my poison everywhere.

Teehee…

"Woah that's some menacing giggle."

"I know right?"

I gleefully agreed with Hiratsuka who sighed with a small chuckle escaping. What an odd teacher. I'm still curious as to what kind of people they have at this place to make me seem like a normal girl in her eyes.

"I'm a bit press for times right now." Hiratsuka mused, before muttering how incompetent the other teachers were and dump their work load on her.

"So I'll guide you to the service club."

"Service club?"

Well now, I had planned to check out this service club sooner or later seeing the airhead girl spoke so fondly of it.

"It is what it's name implies, a service club. I guide little lost lambs and they solve their problems." Hiratsuka said, but not before rubbing her temples.

"And you wouldn't believe the amount of lost lambs there were, with their own sets of problem…"

"Well the minds of the youth nowadays are filled with teen angst and unnecessary drama."

I explained as I sighed out heavily, opting my lazy hunching posture.

"Such as they make simple problems complicated, they too do not have the mental strength to solve it themselves and must have people guiding them. We're in high school! An age of independency! Why waste time doing all those drama shit when they could do more productive things?!"

I sighed.

"What a shitty generation I was born into. If they can't think for themselves, then they rely on another person. Dumbasses…"

"Do you consider the aspect of youth trash?"

"Of course."

"All the more reason to place you in the service club."

"Feh?"

What? Did I just walk into a trap? Did I suddenly active her trap card?!

"We're here."

Hiratsuka's calling made me perk my head up. We had been walking into a different building, before arriving in front of a door. The sign of the classroom wasn't present, so I assumed it was previously used a storage however, it has stickers sticking on them.

Maybe it was the amount of people they had helped?

"Yo."

Hiratsuka gave a casual greeting, sliding the classroom door open as I heard a voice from inside.

"Sensei, don't go coming in so casually. Didn't we agree for you to knock?"

"I did."

She didn't.

"You didn't."

"Well never mind that," Hiratsuka brushed off the girl within, judging from her voice. "Where's that rotten eyes?"

"He's gone off with that chuunibyou for more…'proof reading' of his works and won't be coming in today."

"Ah, tough luck. Would've killed to see a scene between these two…"

"Two?"

Ah!

I heard the voice of the airheaded girl

"Oh yeah, there's a new student coming in tomorrow, in your class specifically."

"Mine?"

The other girl, the calm one, spoke up.

"Now that's a surprise, the school don't take in registrations in the middle of the year…"

"Well she says she's packin' and her parents is in the school board. Kohirumaki-san, come in!"

"If you would excuse me…"

I entered in with a greeting and coming into view was a rather…spacious room per say, with most of the chairs and table stacked up and the back of the room. I saw a long table with three chair, the airhead and the other girl sitting near each other, whilst the third chair was far from the two.

What an odd sitting arrangement.

Anyway, I eyed the other girl as she gazed at me.

"Yukinoshita Yukino."

"Eh? You know Yukinon?"

The airhead spoke up as I gazed at her.

"I've seen her once or twice…" I replied sincerely and eyed Yukino.

"Her sister frequently visits my old school."

At the mention of her sister, Yukino stiffened a bit, but quickly closed her eyes, regaining composure.

"Is that so? Then I apologize in advance for her behavior, and on her behalf as well."

"It's fine," I said with a smile. "She was a scary witch anyway."

Yukino blinked.

"Did…did you just call my sister a witch?"

"You can't see that smile of hers?"

I spoke with a deep tone and smiled at Yukino, eyes widening as a smile formed at my face.

"The face of a true lady who knows what's she doing. I'm genuinely terrified of her. Aren't you too?"

"….."

"….."

The air head and Yukino stared at me. Tensed atmosphere filled the sir, before I quickly shook my head and smiled.

"Well that's at least in my opinion."

"Man, your poison planting doesn't beat around the bush huh?"

"Sensei!"

I pouted at Hiratsuka who laughed at the sight as Yukino closed her eyes, laughing a bit as well as her shoulder shook a bit.

"I can see why sensei said it would have been amusing to see that rotten eyes and her banter…"

"Eh? What? What's funny?"

The poor airhead seems genuinely lost as the previously tensed atmosphere was gone and now replaced with a lighter one.

Yukino leaned in and whispered something towards the airhead, probably as an act of courtesy to me. It took a while before the airhead placed her fist at her palm and made a 'tomph!' sound.

"So it's like seeing your sister and Hikki in one body? But I don't see Hikki in her!"

Hikki? What an odd name for a person.

"Hikki?"

"Another member."

Yukino simply answered my question. Hmm…this Hikki person seems to be referenced in tandem with rotten eyes, so I assumed they're the same person.

"And starting tomorrow, Kohirumaki-san would be a new member as well."

"I never agreed to this!"

"All the more reason to put you here…" Hiratsuka nods in triumph as she said that.

"Man I'm finding these nut jobs everywhere…"

"I'm a nut job?"

"Excuse me Sensei?"

"Actually I am one."

All three of us girls simultaneously replied as Hiratsuka chuckled.

"You guys are a riot…"

"I can see why you scream of single…"

At that moment, the atmosphere froze.

Yukino and the airhead went stiff as I tilt my head. Huh? Did I say something-

Fwoosh!

Wind brushing against my cheek.

Fist moving at the speed of light.

Ground breaking at the sheer impact!

The school vibrated!

Okay the last two was a joke, but the others wasn't. As I blinked, I noticed a fist near my cheeks with Hiratsuka menacingly grinning at me.

"You really are having a piece of that rotten eyes within you…careful now, you're treading on dangerous water…"

"O-Okay…"

I immediately apologized as Hiratsuka smiled at me, going back to her normal posture.

"Well glad we could come to an understanding…"

Aaah!

That wasn't an understanding! That was oppressing! Scary! Hiratsuka goes physical and beyond! Plus Ultra!

"….Plus…Ultra?"

Yukino genuinely tilt her head, eyeing me in a confused manner as I fist pumped. Did I talk aloud again?

"Yeah!"

Hiratsuka joined me, though we earned a pitying look from the air head. Hey! That was uncalled for!

"Well at any rate, I should probably formally introduce myself…tomorrow."

"Eh?"

"I think I'll explore the place tomorrow with my new…club…"

I eyed Hiratsuka with a dead pan tone who gave me a thumbs up.

I bowed towards the other two in a polite manner.

"I can say that this is a place for the socially troubled."

"….."

I eyed Yukino with a smile.

"A girl going stiff at the mention of their family members screams of a troubled child with family problems, and judging by your elite status, it has a 87% chance of it being related to some kind of expectancy from a family member. Sister and…mother perhaps?"

Then I eyed the air head.

"And a girl who acts nice like a social butterfly, but isn't afraid to disdain one another and not openly defend their true closed friends just for the sake of social points. I honestly dislike people like you."

I smiled.

"You two are a troubled bunch. I like it! Let us develop a way to help one another okay?"

As I eyed the two, I could see their expressions clearly.

Yukinoshita Yukino is without a doubt a weak and frail girl. I can see her mask cracking already.

As for the air head, she was not a nice person at all, as judged by my previous encounter.

These two have such undermining problem that they refuse to solve up by simply sucking it up and facing it head on. In my image, a snake slithered around the two as I grinned internally. By causing social disarray within a group, they are bound to look at me with odd eyes, even disdain.

Some might call it social suicide in a sense.

But I'm not like that.

No, far from it.

I'll enter them like a snake, slow and patient as I approach them. Once they let their guards down, I will strike! I'll plant my poison in them They will persist and hold on, but eventually they will dissolve just like anyone else.

And then…

And only then you will find true, genuine bonds!

Because this world is full of superficial bonds, even these two have such superficial bonds. Only then, if they survive the ordeal they shall become genuine!

That is how I do things in this world.

I shall watch from the side lines, time to time entering the fray to enter my poison, before being there to watch as they destroy and rebuild themselves. Because if I won't do it, who will?

I will not sacrifice myself for the benefit of others, so it's only logical to take the initiative right?

Am I bitch?

Oh yeah, big time.

Do I care?

Nope.

How toxic of me.

Teehee.

I left the school grounds with Hiratsuka personally escorting me out despite she saying she was pressed for time. As we reached the gates, we came into a halt.

"This is my stop. Once again, I welcome you to Sobu High."

She raised a finger and flicked me on the forehead.

"And don't do that again."

"But I'm right am I?!"

"You truly do resemble him, but more…Haruno within you."

"What is with you guys comparing me with people I barely know?!"

"Its nothing."

"I'm not convinced-"

"You needn't try to get attention okay?"

Eh?

Hiratsuka placed a hand on my shoulder as she opts a sincere, warm smile, eyeing me as if she had been through this before.

"I do not know what is your final goal, but it isn't worthy sacrificing yourself to gain attention for something you have planned up."

"Wha-"

"I currently have a student just like you. Eyes that are scary, have a lazy demeanor, is a pessimistic idealist and…"

"….."

"Have some sort of trauma."

"….."

"Only he self sacrifice while you plant seeds of poison. You are different, yet your core personality is exactly the same. When are you guys going to start thinking about yourself?"

I genuinely smiled at Hiratsuka as she released her hand from my shoulder, a bit proud in her smile as she-

"But if I won't do it, then who will?"

She froze up as I walked away.

"I don't need pity Sensei, but it's appreciated though. Pitying one another is similar to looking down at one another. It's okay, I'm used to it."

I tilt my head back and smiled.

"Because eventually, all things in this world with end. Even relationships. I do not like superficial bonds, so I'll take the first initiative to make things right. To destroy is to rebuild!"

"Ah! Kohirumaki-sama!"

I perked my head up as I entered a coffee shop my parents built. It was designed to attract younger people as I grimly eyed a cashier calling out to me.

"What?" I answered in a tired tone.

"Did my parents call again?"

"Y-Yes…"

Typical!

Leave it to others to contact me towards my parents. Almost every single branch of any place my parents own ways has that one informant the moment they noticed me. I sighed and said, "Coffee, black, no sugar and make it hot okay? Send it to table three and give me the device my parents contacted you guys with."

Without even bothering to look at the employee's, I left to go to the far corner of the coffee shop, café persay, and sat there. The place was nice, as all table booths had a sliding door to give privacy, each booth was spacious to fit four people.

It comes with free WiFi and some charging docks and all that you would see in a modern café.

I didn't close my booth and so decided to lazily rest my head at the table, eyeing the Café's insides. It was quite stylish and gives off a nice, hang out place. Ugh. I'd rather take a family restaurant honestly…

"Onii-chan! Let's try this place!"

"This would be the new place I've heard. Ku ku ku ku, it would seem my third eye truly have evolved even further!"

"…That's what you call the internet dimwit."

I heard three voices as I eyed three customers coming in. Judging from the staff's reaction, it would seem this would be their first customer of the day. It was, after all, opening day. Hence the empty place. Damn. I though I would at least get an hour or two of some lone time.

"Onii-chan! They even serve heavy meals here! Can we eat here? Can we? Can we?"

"I don't know…the price is yet to be-"

"Hikigaya-dono, I would take this time to agree with your little sister. The price in here…"

"What off it?"

"I think it's cheap enough for uuh…you to…um…

…

Huh?

Hikigaya?

I stood up, eyes widen as I approached the trio. I ignored the employer that came with my order, muttering only a 'send it to my booth'.

Could it be?

As I arrived near the trio, a young girl eyed me, startled at my gaze. It's not surprising though. I was always told my eyes gave of an impressions of either a crazed look or a glare. And that's me when I'm making a neutral expression.

"Hikigaya…"

I spoke up without besting around the bush as the young girl and a guy with dead fish eyes perked their heads up.

""Yes?""

They both spoke simultaneously.

"…"

"…Uuh…Onii-chan, you know this girl?"

"She wears a uniform different from ours…so she's not one our kin…"

"Don't say that to strangers idiot…"

The dead fish eye guy eyed me.

"What's it to you?"

"Onii-chan that's even more rude!"

"Mm…you don't seem to remember me do you?"

"Ah. On behalf of my Onii-chan, I apologize if he did something indecent."

"Hey that's too cruel you know?"

I giggled.

"It's not too surprising, knowing Hachiman."

"…"

The trio looked stunned.

"I'm…sorry but I don't recall meeting you before…"

"Its fine. It's been over eleven years anyway…"

"…Eh?"

"I'm Kohirumaki Karen!"

I spun in an exaggerated manner, as if I was trying to show a birth mark shaped like a star on my neck [1].

"And I am your cousin!"

[1] Reference to JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. In Part 3 of the sites, Stardust Crusaders, the antagonist DIO did a pose involving showing his back and a star shaped birth mark near the back side of his neck. Karen happens to also have this birth mark as a gag and is using this pose.

That wraps it up for the prologue.

Tell me what did you guys think.