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The disclaimer is the same. I wouldn't be writing these- Okay, that's a lie, I probably would... But I wouldn't be doing it from this crappy apartment!
"Mahoko-chan, put the cleaver down."
Suzuki Mahoko stood over her childhood friend by eight centimeters. Mahoko could probably just swing the cleaver missing her friend altogether while swiping at the red haired demon standing behind her. It was normally Mahoko who needed to calm down her childhood friend from doing something drastic like ruining someone's life; her friend had the connections and the resources to do just that.
Mahoko's red eyes glared at the green haired moron that followed the demon's shadow, growling as he banished the cleaver in the two outsiders' general direction. Her eyes trailing back to her childhood friend. "That little asswipe-"
"They're taller than the both of us, Mahoko-chan." This wasn't saying much, Mahoko glared over her friend's head as the logic crashed into her reasoning. Again, Mahoko towered over her friend by a good eight centimeters and was only a centimeter shorter than the red haired demon. Anger blinded her as she continued her rants.
"-Has the goddamn fucking nerves to come here and demand that we-"
"More like the entire club, it has nothing to do against us." Damn her and her logic! And the stupid previous president for agreeing with this stupid decision during their first year, it wasn't fucking fair!
"-Cooking bentos for his stupid precious first string member-"
"Our team did draw the basketball club's first string as our club to cook for as practice." It was honestly the principle of the manner than the fact that the culinary arts club had to cook for the most successful sports teams. Like, we have competitions to prepare for too!
"-After slashing our budget that we slaved to fundraise!"
"Which they cannot touch and is really just a misunderstanding. Akashi-san knows that we need those funds for the team competition, I just spoke to him during lunch to clear up this misunderstanding. So please, for the sake of this spotless kitchen, Mahoko-chan. Put. The. Cleaver. Down."
Mahoko would have had to be deaf, blind, and stupid not to see the face of the red-haired demon looking every bit of being displeased and put off by the fact that a tiny girl like Mahoko's childhood friend had been the one to be his match. If Mahoko was a friendly kind of person, like her childhood friend usually is, she would have warned the red haired demon, if he wasn't such a demon.
However, Mahoko was currently holding cooking utensils like a cleave and a cast iron skillet as weapons, which makes her a not so nice person. And angry red eyes had finally meet calm sky blue, a moment of an unspoken conversation was held between the two girls before Mahoko let out a whine, "Hozumi!"
She saw the red haired demon move closer to Sato Hozumi, and internally let out of loudest of mother bear roars. Blue eyes widened, "No! Do not pick up the cast iron skillet!"
"Hozumi, move!"
"Look, we have never had bloodshed like what you're going to attempt if I do move, and just think about how much I'm going to have to clean up afterwards because no one else here is really going to help me hide that kind of evidence to make sure you can still compete in the competition this weekend as my sous chef. And where exactly are you going to hide the body? Because my priorities would be having to make sure no one finds out about this!"
There was a long pause while everyone in the room turned and stared at the small blonde, Mahoko sighed, "I hate it when you make sense."
"Yes, well I'm sorry if I did not want to waste time hiding a body and cleaning up evidence instead of planning out the recipes we'll be using in the competition. Hello? We're facing high schoolers this weekend." Mahoko sighed and put the cast iron skillet that she grabbed to throw at the carrot shadow. It was like everyone around the two girls let out a sigh of relief. She looked up and glared at the red-haired devil.
"Still doesn't explain why he's here!" Mahoko shouted pointing the cleaver at the demon who was using her childhood friend as a shield between him and instant death. Hozumi put her hands on her hips, and in any other situation, Mahoko would have cooed at the adorableness before her.
If it wasn't in front of the red headed demon… and his carrot shadow. Mahoko broke her glare from the redhead to look at her blonde childhood friend, who was glaring ice shards at Mahoko. There were honestly a few things that scared Mahoko; birds, Hozumi angry, her mother finding out that she was never ever going to go to Rakuzan high, Hozumi mad, beady-eyed birds that are trying to take over the world, Hozumi feeling like she needs to take matters into her own hands…
"Of all things to put down why would put down the cast iron and not the cleaver?! Put it down, Suzuki Mahoko! Put it down right now!"
Everyone should be afraid of Sato Hozumi. It's just for their own good.
That Morning
Sato Hozumi liked to get to school early to give the culinary arts club room a thorough cleaning. There was just something about cleaning the kitchen before her fellow schoolmates found each other in the halls. Hozumi liked to play music while dancing around the room wiping down the counter tops and sharpening all of the station knives. There was a sense of belonging when Hozumi danced between the stations, hopping and singing along with the American pop music playing. "HOZUMI!"
However, today was set apart from the rest of the days that Hozumi had during her tenure at Teiko Junior High School. Blue eyes looked up to see the pinched face of her best friend, "Hozumi! That red haired demon needs to die!"
"Ohayou Mahoko-chan, yes it looks like it is going to be a beautiful day today. We should totally do a Totoro bento theme today; don't you think?" Hozumi asked while pulling her hair out of the twin ponytails that she normal wears. She liked to put her hair into a bun while cooking to keep any possible hair from falling into the food she cooks. Mahoko groaned before stomping over to Hozumi, slapping her hands from touching her hair.
"You never pay any attention to the club emails, do you?"
"Why should I? You always inform me of everything in it anyways. What happened this time?" Hozumi turned to her friend. It was as if there was a flame that grew behind Mahoko.
"That asswipe red haired demon decided because we're not getting the kind of attention that his precious stupid basketball club is - who the hell wants to watch a bunch of boys run back and forth over a stupid ball?!"
"Mahoko-chan, focus," Hozumi said as she brought of the knife sharpener. She walked around collecting the station knives to be used.
"Hozumi, he's stealing from our funds and in the same breath, according to the Prez, he's demanding we put the basketball first string back in the drawing circulation and we're the ones who have to make them bentos. Like we're his fangirls! Hozumi, we need to kill the beast. You should have let me poison him in our first year!"
Hozumi wasn't paying any attention to what her friend was saying. She mindlessly brought over the knives. Her mind was focused on exactly what Akashi Seijiuro was trying to pull. "Mahoko-chan, I need you to sharpen these for the club to use later. I'll be right back."
"W-wait! Hozumi, don't do anything rash now!" Hozumi was already at the door, her normal cheerful smile replaced with a blank look that Mahoko cringed at.
"I won't be doing anything rash, Mahoko-chan. I am going to educate Akashi-san and he will come by later to the club to apologize for this misunderstanding."
The growl that came out at the end of Hozumi's declaration brought a shiver of fear. Under normal circumstance, Mahoko would never feel bad for directing Hozumi to deal with people of authority as they tend to bend to her will one way or another. However, there was one truth that Mahoko has learned to live by and that helped her survive her 15 years of her life.
Angry Sato Hozumi is to be feared and keeping Sato Hozumi happy should be the life goal for everyone that comes in contact with her. Everyone should be afraid of Sato Hozumi. It's just for their own good.