Kenji ran as fast as he could. Holding a bag, he ran to the one guaranteed feminist-proof place; His room. Making sure his sniper-deterring drapes were closed, he opened his bag. Inside was a hat and a uniform that he had ordered online. He smiled as he pulled out the hat and read what was on it.
"Magic Mats CO, For all your mat-related needs"
He adjusted his watch, a second or two later, a butler's face showed up.
"Evening, sir." The watch/butler said.
The butler had a very stereotypical English accent, as all butlers do. He was old, and his mostly bald head had grey hairs on the side. His eyes were sunken and tired, from years of loyal service. He was very wrinkly and had very poor oral hygiene from years of smoking. He wore a sharp, black suit with a red tie.
"No time for pleasantries, Wilfred, i'll be going out on a 3 day recon deep into feminist territory. If i'm not back by then, tell my brother he still can't have my room."
"Of course, sir."
Wilfred had known of Kenji's irrational and often misguided paranoia since the lad was born. The doctors had prescribed him to medication, only having it burned in front of them not two days later when Kenji had decreed it a "Feminist mind-control plan." This was nothing new to the butler, and he simply amused the poor lad.
"Shall I get the limo, Master Brayne?"
Kenji was thrown back by being called his real name. He was, of course, the multibillionaire Duce Brayne, son of Ichigo Brayne and Barbra Brayne. His father owned half of Canada, and his mother was a very talented hooker. Together, they created a paranoid child, who was enrolled at Yamaku Academy. To protect his identity, however, they changed his name to Kenji Satou.
"No!" Kenji shouted, "I shall walk, the feminists could rig a bomb on the limo."
"As you wish, sir." Wilfred paused "Is that all?"
"No, I also require a delivery vehicle, with the company name 'Magic Mats CO.' Written on the side. I'm sending you the blueprints."
"Right away, sir."
Kenji Readjusted his watch, and the butler disappeared. Though a bit paranoid, he was not an idiot. He knew that having backup would be ideal. After all, there is safety in numbers. He stepped outside and ran into his Adolf. He was new to the school, and was a cool guy. After all, his name was Adolf, and it was a known fact that Adolf Hitler was an anti-feminist activist. Or something like that. Kenji never did pay attention in history. He quickly told him of his plans, and how courageous and generally awesome it would be to have him as a side-kick. Unfortunately, he refused, claiming he had his own recon to do.
"Your a brave man, man." Kenji muttered as he re-entered his room.
Kenji opened his bag again and put on the uniform. It was a black hat and T-shirt with grey dress pants. The hat and the T-shirt had the ingenious logo on it. He took the uniform off and got ready for bed. He would need his rest for once, the next three days will be tough. As he climbed into bed, he felt the lukewarm hand of sleep clasp onto him.