Chapter 1
It was after the graduation ceremony that Beryl started to feel sick. At first she thought it was just all the excitement she felt after graduation as the academy's number one delinquent, but she began to feel worried when were headache and fever wouldn't go away. It eventually got so bad that she couldn't even go volunteering with Kyoko and Asuka, and instead spent her all her time lying in her dorm room bed.
It was on the fifth day of her illness ( and after several pleading knocks on the door from Kyoko and Asuka) that Beryl decided to do something she always told herself she was never going to do. She decided to call her mother.
Beryl disliked her mother for the simple fact that it was her decision to make her an Mao rivals. All she wanted was just to be his friend, but it was hard to get close to him when they were supposed to be competing with each other all the time.
Reluctantly Beryl got out of bed and picked up her little purple and pink cell phone. She flipped it open and dialled that oh so familiar number. After about eight rings her mother finally picked up.
"MmmHmmm Hello?"
"Mom its me.." beryl answered
"Raspberry! What a surprise! Hold on.."
Her mother put down the phone and Beryl could hear her talking with a male voice. She guessed it was of her mothers several lovers. ( they were succubi after all)
She heard her mother say " whip cream" "later" to the man and then the door close…sometimes her mother disgusted her.
After a few minutes she came back onto the phone.
" Now this is rare darling! Is everything all right?" her mother asked
"No not really…you see I've been kinda sick for the last few days and.."
Her mother interrupted her. " wait how many days?" she asked
"about five"
Her mother laughed softly and began to speak. " now this is what I want you to do. Go to bed and when you wake up tomorrow you should feel much better, just a little different."
"Different how?" Beryl asked
" Oh well, Oh Orland's here early. Gotta run darling! Call again!"
"wait but.." Beryl stammered but the line had already gone dead.
Beryl put down the phone and got back into bed. She should have been worried but she felt so nausea that she soon fell into a deep sleep.