Yay I got 2 reviews :3 *Goes look at stories that have 100 or so reviews* I feel so stupid for thinking I had a lot of reviews. Eh anyway without further ado, heres Chapter 2! (Does that rhyme?)

As the amber-colored sun revealed itself once more to brighten up the day, Satsuki had called a meeting in the school, explaining what she had found out.

"My mother wants us to organize a festival for Honnoji Academy, where we will distribute life fibers to the audience in order to use them as sacrifices. Of course, we will have to make sure that does not happen, and make sure that mother cannot succeed." Satsuki ordered in her usually confident voice. Everyone nodded immediately, and set to work.

In no more than a few days, the whole school had already been transformed into a giant amphitheater, with the grand stage being at the center of the whole school. Lights decorated the edge of the walls, and stair-like seats surrounded the stage itself. The Student Council room was the only place that did not change; it hung from the top of the stadium, presenting a view that could easily oversee each and every seat. Invitations were sent out to everyone in the city, including the No-stars. Satsuki watched from the Student Council room, sipping her tea as she watched the hardworking preparations for the Cultural and Sports Festival.

It was finally the night before the big day. Sanageyama stood there organizing the students to guard and monitor everyone, while Nonon was fixing the lighting of the stadium, using her baton to guide the students. Iori was swiftly manufacturing all the Goku Uniforms along with Inumuta, who soon came out to the stadium to see how it was going. Seeing the Non-Physical Committee Chair sitting down on a seat, he walked towards her, sitting next to her. Twiddling her fingers, it took Nonon a while to realize Inumata was right next to her.

"What do you want?"

"You nervous for tomorrow?"

"Of course not. It's just…"

"Oh, this is a new one. I've never seen a snake stutter before." Inumata passed another teasing remark, earning him a sharp look from Nonon.

"Shut up, dog."

"Okay, okay. Whatever." The two sat in silence, watching Sanageyama ordering the students and the lights that shone at them every so often.

"Hey, Inumuta."

"Its rare to see you call me by my name once."

"What would you do if I did something you, Satsuki, the monkey, and the frog couldn't forgive?"

"I would arrange for you to get expelled so we could have some peace." Once Nonon heard Inumuta's response, she stood up and gave him an annoyed look before walking away, angry that he could make a joke about something she was serious about. Before she could leave the audience stands though, Inumuta grabbed her wrist.

"God. You're so needy sometimes. Do I really have to say it to you directly?" To Nonon's confusion, Inumuta looked her straight into the eyes, his expression clearly irritated.

"Even if you committed something like that, I wouldn't blame you, as you would have your own reasons. Out of all of us, you would never betray Satsuki-sama." Hearing the normally composed Information and Strategy Committee Chair say this, Nonon couldn't help but look away, her cheeks darkening from a light pink to a shade of red. Feeling Inumuta's grip loosen, Nonon shook her wrist loose, and walked down a few steps. Stopping, she turned and looked at Inumuta, her eyes showing a sign of sadness, but her lips forming a grateful smile.

"Thank you."

A few hours past and the preparations for tomorrow were complete. Shiro sat back in his chair, satisfied with the amount of work done. Sipping his coffee, he doubled check all the uniforms, checking to see if any threads were sticking out. Suddenly, he felt like someone was watching him. But who would be in the room this late? Surely every student would have gone home.

"Inumuta, is that you?" Calling into the darkness, he looked around for any signs of the blue haired hacker. Silence intimidated him, every hair on Shiro's body rising up.

"Must be my imagination." Muttering to himself, he continued with his work. Little did he know that someone was approaching him from behind, footsteps echoing slightly, but not loud enough for him to hear. The Sewing Club president whipped his head around to feel a knife plunging into his side, which retracted from the wound as quickly as it stabbed. Blood pouring straight from the cut, Iori's knees gave way, losing consciousness, then finally collapsed in the middle of the room.

"Where's Iori? I strictly informed him to come here." Satsuki strode back and forth, speaking in an impatient tone.

"He probably went home. The last I saw him, he looked awfully tired." Houka suggested.

"I guess we will have to continue without him. We are now ready to welcome my mother. I appreciate all your hard work." The Student Council President thanked the four, raising a dish filled with wine. The others did too, but Nonon looked down onto the floor, averting Satsuki's unflinching gaze. Drinking the wine, they all threw the dish onto the floor, shattering it immediately upon impact. Houka glanced sideways at Nonon, noticing the guiltiness in her eyes.

Dun dun dunnnnnn things are starting to heat up aren't they~ Read and review please!