For Rena based on Watanagashi-hen (Second-Arc) with hints at Tsumihoroboshi-hen (last arc)
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Rena stormed into the house and walked passed that phony-ass thing called a woman. She didn't even bother to give her an equally phony smile and reply as she headed pass her to her father's study. His face lit up when he heard his beloved daughter's footsteps approaching he swiveled around in his chair to greet her.
"Rena, how was today with your friends? Did you have a good time at the..." He stopped as he really paid attention to her expression, which she half-heartedly tried to hide. "I just came to say hi and check on you Dad, I just need a nap that's all," she smiled weakly. "I'll see you later." She exited, not wanting to show her wrath to her only parent. She tramped up the stairs to her bedroom, careful not to slam the door shut completely.
Rena sat the doll onto her bed and scooted back. She stared. All she could think of was the look on Mion's face as Keiichi passed it to her instead, with that stupid goofy look on his face. But that wasn't the worst part of that event.
*Rrring*
Rena hesitated.
*Rrring*
Don't let it be that boy!
Rena released her tension after it stopped for the third time. All she felt like doing now was thinking, something not many people knew she do a lot. And that doll. It's porcelain face, with the angelic smile, as if it could do no harm to anyone. The bouncy, wavy piss-colored hair, and that blood-red blush on its cheeks with the same lips. But those demon electric blue eyes were the worst. As if it was laughing, laughing at Rena. But only Rena knew, and there was nothing that could be done-
*creak-BAM!*
Rina-bitch slammed open the door, with a cell phone in her hand. She wore a sweet-sickly smile like one of the therapists Rena used to have in the past. "Hey, you need to answer your damn phone, because they keep interrupting my calls on mine! What's wrong with you?" She sneered, not caring an ounce if Rena had a crappy day. "Ohh, boy problems? Fufufu, or girl problems? Which one Rena...chan?" The smile twisted with laughter, for she knew that heart-wrenched look in Rena's eyes. She wanted to see them in her father's. "Why won't you call them back, I know it's one of them. Mion-chan, Keiichi-kun, don't worry about Satako-chan, she's 'busy' hahaha!" It was sweeter than money as Rena stayed silent, but at the mention of Satako, she grew suspicious.
"And why are you calling Satako's uncle?" "Perhaps I have said too much," she slung the phone onto Rena's bed. "See ya good luck!" She reverted to her 'seemingly' good stepmom mode.
*Bam-BAM* the bitch had to slam it twice?
After a few seconds, Rena reached for the phone, "I'll worry about Ritsuko later," she checked the caller ID. It was Mii-chan! Rena hurriedly dialed back and waited. Hopefully, it wasn't too serious...Well; it's just a four lettered word.
*Beep*
Answer!
*Beeeep*
Mii-chan!
The phone clicked. A sobbing, half muffled voice answered. "He-hello, sorry, is Rena still busy, should I call back or-" "No, no, it's me Mion, Rena." Rena fumed further, why they hell Rina told the girl she was 'busy'?! Mion just cried and cried for a few minutes, unable to get real words out, like they were rammed into her heart and pained her, so she couldn't even breathe. Rena knew what it was about. "It wouldn't make any difference know if I gave it to you?" But she meant it as a statement. "No." Mion was finally able to say a word. "I'm coming over now," Rena said darkly, but on the inside, it was a plead. "Wha- don't bother yourself, I'm sorry Rena I-" "Goddammit!" Rena yelled not caring who heard her. "If you are the President, and I am your Vice, shouldn't I be right there?" Right now, the Club was trivial but Mion understood. "Don't be smart either, if you don't let me in, it's gonna be punishment time!" Mion gave a little laugh; she was trying to cheer up at least. "I'll be there soon!" "Rena?" "Yes... Mion?" "Thank you!" Rena gave a smile, "Anytime, Mion, Ms. President."