Day 2 – Thursday: Files, Quarters, and Orders.

The alarm clock glowed a harsh red light as the seconds added up slowly. It would soon be 6:45, which would signal the alarm to wake the sleeping leader. She slept on her side, her back facing the clock. Judging by her position, she had a restful night's sleep free from disturbances. This idea was reinforced when she swiftly turned over to shut the alarm off before it reached the blaring point.

She smiled as she removed the sheets from her body. It was like a game for her to shut off the alarm before it went off. It wasn't as interesting as a fight, but at least it was entertaining nonetheless. Lowering herself to the stone floor, Juri felt around for the switch to the small light on her bedside end table. Just as she filled the room with light, she felt a hairy monstrosity touch her feet.

"Ah!"

Following her cry was a spinal reflex that caused her to fall back to the bed. She shifted around until she was on her knees looking over the side of it. Eight beady eyes stared quizzically back at her, as if the creature they belonged to was wondering if it had misbehaved. Rolling her eyes, Juri sighed and lowered her hands to the creature.

The spider slowly trudged forward into its master's waiting hands, brushing her skin again with its hairy legs. Soon it found itself eye-level with its unimpressed owner. Twiddling its mandibles, the spider slowly turned to look around the room.

"I could have stepped on you, Gregor," Juri mumbled, smiling. "You're lucky. Today could have been your last day to escape from your tank."

Upon hearing her statement, "Gregor" slowly turned back to Juri and made a soft clicking noise, shaking slightly.

"Don't worry sweetie," Juri reassured her pet, "I would never squash you on purpose, and anyone who tries to get you will be... dealt with. Painfully."

She hopped off the bed and onto the stone floor with the spider held securely. As the spider was moved back into its medium-sized enclosure, Juri couldn't help but let out a dark chuckle.

"Hell, If that actually happens, I'll let you bite the guy. Be a good boy and stay for mommy, alright?"

Not bothering for a response, Juri turned from her pet to start her morning routine. Get a shower, get dressed, eat something, then head out. She had a feeling something would change that routine for the better, given her newly gained status. As the leader, she could take whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She almost made it to the bathroom door when her feet touched a material that wasn't stone.

Paper folders were scattered around the room, some thick with papers and others with hardly any. Every folder had a red "For your eyes only" stamp and a tag that made clear which project head sent it. Forgetting about the shower, Juri took a knee and shifted through the papers. She remembered sitting down in her room yesterday, looking over project reports for the remainder of the night. One of the folders caught her eye, one that was tagged with Satoya Yasutoki's name.

She picked up the folder and browsed through it. It was a report over the body of Bison, written by Satoya himself. Even though all of Bison's psycho power managed to escape when his body was incinerated- presumably back to the Shadaloo base in California-, the scientists managed to obtain two important things: a sample of Bison's DNA and ki signature. DNA was easy to get, but the ki signature was a challenge. Like DNA, every person had a ki signature that was unique, regardless of whether or not a person could utilize their ki energy. Ki signatures were relatively impossible to detect unless one had the right team and equipment, which S.I.N. had. With this ki signature, Satoya's team now was one step closer to controlling the Shadaloo dolls, which were currently in stasis in the labs.

The Shadaloo dolls were Bison's elite assassination and bodyguard force, consisting of young women around the age of 16. Heavily brainwashed to serve Bison without question, they performed every operation flawlessly without mercy or compassion. Impressed bu their skill, Seth sent his confidante to steal them for S.I.N. Juri succeeded in her mission, however losing one to the first doll. Unlike the rest of the bunch, which were all kidnapped, the first doll was created from Bison's own DNA.

Referred to as the Killer Bee, the first doll was the pride of her dictator father's force, being a soulless doll who handled the deadliest and most difficult of missions. It was during one mission where the veil of control was lifted from her eyes, allowing her to finally rebel. She, along with her sisters, turned against her master and fell into unconsciousness when he died. This was a harsh failsafe; the dolls were connected to Bison so that if he died, they would die as well. Vega, Bison's lieutenant, saved the thirteen dolls from perishing in the flames of a destroyed base out of pity, and the idea that something as beautiful as them did not deserve to die. He returned later to a reincarnated Bison with the dolls, save for the Killer Bee who was deposited on the doorstep of a British paramilitary government organization known as Delta Red. It was here where she gained her true name: Cammy White.

Juri scowled as she thought of the pigtailed operative. Her operation in the mountains would of been a cakewalk if she hadn't brought that meathead soldier along for a rowdy time of screwing things up. Her expression softened a little as she took back her thought. That mission would have been tremendously boring if all she fought were robot-like twenty-year-olds. Juri enjoyed seeing Cammy's face when she held her sister up by the scruff of her neck like a helpless kitten while another was carelessly dragged behind her. Plus, that soldier put up a good fight, enough to make Juri smile and use her Feng Shui Engine.

"Too bad he's dead though," Juri muttered with a smile. "No one survives a kick like that."

Shaking her head, Juri laid Satoya's folder on her unmade bed and picked up another one. It was a slim one, written by the security chief herself. Inside were documents that shed more light on the two detainees and their backgrounds. Apparently, Vega D'Ellsadro was a spoiled rich kid when his mother was murdered by his ugly step-father. While he exacted his revenge, his mind was warped to the point where he believed ugliness was a disease that could only be cured with a three-bladed claw. Balrog's file had much less information. All that was known of him was his upbringing in poverty, his notorious greed, and his records with Shadaloo as a lieutenant.

She tossed that folder aside and reached for a much thicker one. It was a darker folder with the BLECE project report; very important and only for Juri to read. BLECE was an acronym for "Boiling Liquid Expanding Cell Explosion", with the explosion part implying that BLECE was a weapon. However, it wasn't so much of a weapon as it was an upgrade, a way to augment one's power. Why have destruction when one could have power? As a virus created from fighting data, it would greatly increase a ki user's abilities to godlike levels with little to no expenses. Even though it required the Satsui no Hado, the BLECE virus was injected into test subjects to find if it worked as it was, in an unfinished stage.

Fortunately for the late Seth, the virus worked as intended, increasing strength and abilities tenfold. However, the victims of the virus died minutes after injection, leaving subjects with stronger ki energies to die a while later. One subject was quickly put in cryostasis to prevent his inevitable death, allowing scientists to observe him. While the body was fine, the virus ravaged the man's mind to a point where he could be legally classified as a vegetable. Also, the subject's eyes became devoid of pupils, resulting in the eye sockets housing blank white space. It's something that completely baffled the scientists, prompting them to poke and prod for a logical reason for said phenomenon. Perhaps the virus would have better luck on a stronger test subject, one who mastered their ki abilities.

"All that power," Juri mumbled, licking her lips in sick anticipation. "All the project needs is that Satsui no Hado crap before it finally takes off, then it's mine. However..." She frowned and looked back to the report on the test subject. "I hope I don't lose my right eye to this... virus? Yes, a virus, Juri. If worse comes to worse, I can always order the tech-heads to create a second eye for me. No stupid white eyes for me, plus I'll get a lot more pow-"

A chill went up her spine, breaking her concentration. Was it her subdued conscience telling her that her obsession for power was immoral? Was it a tinge of guilt? Of pleasure? No, it was none of those. Just the realization that she was in the middle of a cold room wearing nothing but her nightwear again.

Cursing herself for getting distracted yet again, Juri stood up and moved to the bathroom. Carelessly discarding her nightwear on the bathroom floor, she stepped into her shower stall and fiddled with the knobs until she was greeted with ice cold water. Growling, she shrugged off the stinging cold and switched the knobs until she received warmer water from the ungrateful shower head.

Satisfied, Juri picked up a bottle of body wash and began lathering herself with its contents. There was nothing seductive or provocative about her movements. After all, no one was watching, so she didn't feel the desire to tempt. Languidly she applied scented shampoo to her raven hair. She was almost finished getting it down to her scalp when she felt someone invade her privacy.

Like any normal human, Juri used all five senses consisting of touch, taste, hearing, sight, and smell. However, some people who used ki energy found they had a sixth sense where they were able to detect certain things. Certain things including people, animals, and anomalies nearby. It could be described as what one feels when they have a premonition of something bad happening, only more refined.

Scowling, Juri turned off the water and pushed open the stall door, grabbing a towel on the way out. She tied the towel around her waist to cover her lower body, leaving her upper body completely bare. If the intruder was still in the room, he would at least get a good look before his head was caved in. Swinging the bathroom door open, Juri glared into the room.

There was no intruder present, but there was evidence of one. The alcove in which Juri stored her clothes in was open, persuading her to walk towards it cautiously as if it held a skulking assassin lying in wait. Hung to her wardrobe was her iconic taekwando outfit, completely washed and ready to be worn. There was a note attached to the outfit written out to the new leader in delicate handwriting, one that she took and began to read out loud from.

"Dear Ms. Han, after you have finished readying yourself for the tasks ahead of you, please come outside. The manner of your sleeping arrangements is something we must discuss." She looked to the bottom of the note and sighed. "Signed, Jarvis."

Jarvis was a butler who served the late Seth. He performed the more delicate, sophisticated and sane tasks such as delivering food, tending to people who requested an audience with the leader, and organizing papers. Juri hardly remembered the man due to his tendency to remain in the shadows. He was a misanthrope and a cynic, but he always completed his tasks. It took a few seconds for Juri to realize that with Seth dead, she now had a butler at her disposal/command.

"Should I whip the stereotypical British butler for trespassing in my room, or do I let it slide?" Gregor made a clicking noise at her question, pressing his legs up against his glass enclosure. Juri saw the reaction and smiled. "You're only saying that because it was the last thing you heard! But fine, I'll be merciful this time."

She dropped the note to put on her dark breastplate, quickly adjusting the straps to wrap around her upper body. Fishing around in her undergarment drawer yielded a set of purple panties, perfect to cover up with when she dropped her towel. Next came the baggy trousers and belt, which hung loosely from her waist. Her purple fighting gloves were deposited in her wardrobe while her spiked bracelets were put on. She had a disappointing feeling that she wouldn't be fighting anyone today. After her attire was assembled, Juri moved back into her bathroom to tend to her hair.

In a few minutes, she emerged from the room with her hair done up in its usual horned style. Her hands were busy working on her right hair horn, sliding another purple ring onto it. She moved to the door out of her quarters and pressed the datapad. Immediately it opened to reveal a sharply dressed man in his mid-fifties waiting patiently against the wall of the corridor. He coughed into his hand and stepped away from the wall, putting little to no effort into a greeting.

"I see you decided to wear the same thing you wear almost every day. Excellent choice, madam."

Juri frowned and approached the sarcastic, smarmy servant.

"Cut the crap Jarvis." She looked behind herself for a moment, watching as her door slid back into place. She glared at her two guards before snapping her head back to the servant. "Why'd you barge in with my dry cleaning? I would have thought a Brit like you paid special attention to manners and chivalry."

"I hail from Scotland, madam," Jarvis replied, smirking. "Those things tend to get in the way of work. As for the intrusion, it was the only thing I could do to gain your attention. Once you leave your quarters you go off to do God knows what and I can't catch you until the end of the day. By that time you don't want anything to do with anyone."

"Hmm… Good point."

Jarvis nodded, motioning with his hands to point down the corridor.

"Now then, your sleeping arrangements have changed, madam. I trust you know where to go."

"Such a gentleman," Juri scoffed, turning on her heel to proceed down the corridor.

She walked the length of the corridor with the butler beside her until she reached an opening. Within the opening was one tall and secured door located above a large flight of stairs, flanked on both sides by banners with the S.I.N. logo. The eye in the center of the S.I.N. logo implied that the division was always watching, but that was lost on Juri, who saw the eye as her Feng Shui Engine on cloth. Near the door was a datapad and retinal scanner.

Juri walked up the flight of stairs and leaned into the retinal scanner, scanning her left eye. When it wasn't being used in fights, her eye served as a skeleton key in the facility. Just as the retinal scanner gave her the green light, the nearby datapad glowed blue and brought forth an image of a keypad with the numbers 0-9 on them. Jarvis rolled his eyes when Juri's hand hovered over the datapad for too long.

"Perhaps I could be of assistance?"

"You're already assisting me by looking over my shoulder. Good job, by the way," she said, sneering.

The door to Seth's quarters required both a retinal scan as well as a 4-digit pin number. Only a select few knew about the number, and even then they weren't allowed to go in unless the leader was inside. Juri quickly punched in the number 4875, allowing the machine to check it. The number had significance; it was the sum of each numbered clone of Seth, multiplied by the number of the only clone that mattered: 15. Soon the door disappeared into the ceiling, allowing the newly christened leader and her butler to step through.

Despite being located in the lowest levels of the facility, Seth's quarters were elegant and becoming of a leader. Red carpet was laid out near the door, leading the two to the main room. There were two more rooms held behind double doors. The room to Juri's extreme left lead to the master bedroom while the room to her right was the large master bathroom. She walked forward into the main room, raising an eyebrow at the equipment held within.

A large screen was suspended above a string of consoles resting on a white tiled floor. Nearby was a metal desk with a CEO-worthy office chair and intimidating white personal computer. Juri hopped down a set of stairs to get to the area and trail her fingers along any surface she found. Her interest lied with the consoles, which were in fact part of the facility's mainframe. She smiled with pride at her new quarters, taking up the opportunity to examine every nook and cranny. This used to be Seth's quarters, after all.

After a brief tour of the bed and bathroom, Juri returned to the main room with a satisfied grin.

"I'll send some men down to take care of your personal affects," said Jarvis, calmly brushing his suit.

"Don't do it right now, I'd rather see them do it myself when I get-" She was cut off by the growling of her stomach, producing an exasperated expression from her. "-the time…"

"Dear me, I did more than just interrupt your shower, I've drawn your attention away from hunger!" He turned to the door, keeping his eyes on Juri. "What should the chefs make for you this morning?"

"Find out if they make omelets."

With that statement Juri turned to face the consoles in the room as Jarvis left, hell-bent on trying to understand how they work and how to use them.

A few hours later, Juri emerged from her new quarters on a full stomach. The two guards who were normally stationed outside her previous quarters had moved to guard the new one. They calmly tipped their white caps to their leader as she passed them. She paid no attention to them and hastened her pace down the corridor. She had big plans for Shadaloo, but she needed two people to carry them out.

Such people were currently locked up in the detainment bay. Juri needed to bring those two out for a talk in an area that was in the view of cameras but also private. She snapped her fingers when she came up with just such an area: the guards' training center. There were no training sessions happening on this day, which meant no interruptions. Chuckling, Juri took out her cellphone and punched in the number for the chief of security. Her name would show up on her caller ID, taking away the awkwardness of asking who called.

"Y-yes Ma'am?"

"Have the two detainees been fed yet?"

"They've just finished eating an early lunch," the chief replied, regaining a bit of confidence. She wasn't facing her leader, but she was still talking to her.

"Good. Send them up to your training center. I want to have a word with those two."

"Yes Ma'am."

Juri terminated the call and pocketed her phone. She was thankful that she sewed on a few pockets a month ago, or else she would have to carry some kind of bag to carry her phone. There was an elevator at the end of the corridor along with a directory. Currently, the floor Juri was on was named for the sleeping quarters and mess hall. The floor below housed the detention bay and main core room, in which the core served as a huge data bank and generator for the facility. The floors above were filled with labs and testing areas, and the training center which the leader needed to arrive at.

Being too impatient to wait for the elevator, Juri took to the stairs nearby. She ran up the large flights of stairs until she reached the floor with the training center. Most people would be exhausted from climbing stairs, but not Juri, who was used to such physical exertion. The corridor connecting the stairs and elevator hub and the training center was active with researchers and scientists, all away from their labs on their lunch break.

They were all moving towards the stairs, which would take them towards Juri. She was used to hugging the left side of the wall whenever she walked the corridors, just to toy with the Americans and any other member who was used to walking on the right side. Now, however, the incoming group of people tempted her to step aside to get into a normal flow. She was just about to do that when the entire group put a halt to their conversations and bunched together on their left, providing their leader with an unobstructed path to wherever it was that she was going to.

Needless to say, Juri was intrigued, yet she wouldn't show that emotion to those below her. She had to carry herself with an air of apathy and menace in their presence. The side she was on belonged to her, and the personnel wouldn't be caught dead on that side if she was walking it. When the last person passed her, Juri turned her head to look back at the group. A few of them quickly turned their heads, having been caught looking. She smirked in triumph.

"I know that look on your face," came a voice from further down the hall. Juri snapped her head forward to look at the redheaded woman approaching her. "What scheme have you cooked up this time?"

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to-"

"Kill you, right."

Viper threw her hands back into her hair, braided to look like a snake's head was resting atop hers with the rest of the body hanging down. She took off her yellow tinted shades and stuck them in a pocket on her suit, patiently waiting for Juri to spill the beans.

"Actually, I'd have to involve you in it," Juri replied. "It's an assassination. Interested? Of course you are."

"I don't have time for this," Viper mumbled, shaking her head. "This is the only break I get for the day and hell if I'm going to miss lunch."

"Come on Viper, you and me both know how boring it is babysitting." Viper didn't respond to that statement, instead opting to ignore the vixen and proceed down the corridor. "I'll throw in a raise," Juri sang, "and a tuna fish sandwich!"

"Huh." Viper looked back at the leader with a slight smile tugging at her lips. "I want two of them. Both made by your butler, Jarvis."

"Done and done."

"Alright then, tell me who you want gone."

Juri cocked her head to the side and motioned with her hand for Viper to follow, which she did. Twiddling her fingers, Juri frowned and spoke.

"I'm talking about the Shadaloo scientists. They're holed up in their little base in California." The two reached the training center's double doors, which opened automatically to allow the women to pass through. "You have too many targets to keep track of, and unless you manage to take them all out at the same time, we'll need two others to accompany you."

"You're not suggesting that I work with the psychopath and the boxer, right?"

"They're the only ones who can get you inside. How do you know Vega is a psychopath?" Juri asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I've read his files," Viper replied. "Assassins such as me need to know the competition. He's innocent and seductive during the day, but at night, he's a cold blooded murderer."

The leader looked around the training center, having walked into the sparring area. Punching bags hung from the walls, dummies stood from the floor, and black mats dotted the area. Juri lifted a foot and touched a dummy with it, watching it move back before recoiling.

"And you're not?"

"I'm not a crazed murderer Juri, I'm an assassin. I'm a professional with standards!"

"Oh? And what would those standards be?"

"Be accurate, be efficient…" She scowled and then added, "And no unnecessary casualties."

"The fact that people get in my way gives me a perfect incentive to kill them," Juri spat back. "As long as Vega does as he's told, then I have no problem with him. Same thing goes for Balrog."

"That's no excu-"

Suddenly the doors to the area swung open, revealing a party of five guards, all heavily armed, escorting a pair of men inside. One of them, a large black man in a ripped hoodie, had his face contorted into a snarl as he gazed around the room. The other man, wearing no shirt but a pair of purple and gold trousers, seemed entertained by his fellow detainee's actions as he nonchalantly looked around.

The guards held their rifles tightly and casted quick glances at the two men, prepared to retaliate if they attempted to run. They prodded them forward until they were in front of Juri and Viper. One of the guards stepped forward and addressed his leader.

"Ma'am."

"What's with all the guns?" Juri asked, tilting her head like a confused puppy.

"It was a precaution, ordered by the chief herself."

"Ah, right. Anyway," she waved her hand towards the door, "you five can leave now."

The guard looked at her with an expression of disbelief. He wanted to question her, but the look of contempt on Juri's face persuaded him not to. Brushing past the Spaniard and American, the guard met with his group by the doors and left the leader to her own devices. The man with the purple snake tattoo snickered and ran a hand through his hair.

"Do your guards always handle guests that roughly?"

"I could've made them tie you up," Juri replied, smiling.

"Now that I wouldn't mind." He smirked as he added, "Just as long as it's you doing the tying."

Juri grinned and put a hand on her hip. Vega was by no means an innocent type. He was, however, extremely seductive, even in a situation where he wouldn't possibly get the upper hand. It would be worth noting his charms would not work against most men, leaving him to simply kill them. Women were a completely different story.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Just as much as you would," was Vega's sly retort.

She couldn't blush; else she would show a weakness. Her eyes sank down from his face to stare at his well-toned muscles. Vega was a skinny one, not a muscle-bound ignoramus like his ugly friend. The purple snake on his chest attracted her stare, not because purple was her favorite color, but because it was mysterious and intimidating. Further down, her eyes scanned the purple and gold trousers. She licked her lips at the thought of Vega turning around to give her a better look.

"My my," Vega said in a low voice, "you've got a dirty mind..."

Lust sparked in her mind, compelling her to go further with her coy quips.

"Would you like to clean it?"

"We're not here for pleasure," Viper said, obviously disturbed by the actions between Vega and Juri. "We're here for business."

"Oh yes, that's right," Juri chuckled softly, taking her eyes off of Vega to give Viper a mocking look. "Business before pleasure…"

"Can't they mix?"

"Depends. For now let's get on track."

"Finally," muttered Balrog, grumpier as ever from having to listen to Vega and Juri's sickening banter.

"You two are facing death at the moment for being a part of Shadaloo. You're also getting a chance to prove yourselves to me." Juri walked behind Viper to stand on her left, continuing to talk as she moved. "Do this one little job for me, and I'll let you live."

"What's the catch?"

"You'll have to change sides. You will work for S.I.N., not Shadaloo."

"Hmm… Working for a lovely woman such as yourself… that's tempting, coming from you," Vega mumbled. "I wouldn't dream of stabbing my employer in the back… What else could you offer to persuade me and my ugly friend?"

"Stuff it, rich boy," Balrog angrily retorted.

Juri raised a hand, rubbing her index finger against her thumb.

"Money, of course. You'll get paid well for completing this job and you'll also get paid a little more working for me than what you usually get from working for Bison." She lowered her hand and frowned. "Which brings me to the point. Bison's dead, but…"

"He doesn't stay dead," Vega completed for her.

"Exactly. His merry band of scientists are holed up in San Francisco, California, ready and willing to resurrect him. I want you two to go to the Shadaloo base since you know where it is and how to get in there, and get rid of them." She dropped a fist into an open hand, adding emphasis to her order. "Every single one."

"And you trust us to get this done?"

"I don't, which is why I'm sending someone along to help out and keep an eye on you."

Viper took a step forward, garnishing herself attention.

"Meet Crimson Viper, professional assassin and head of the battle suit project," the younger woman announced. "She'll take part in this little mission. She'll also be in charge over there."

"You two know the layout of the base, and that's something we'll need in order to get the job done," Viper stated. "Don't do stupid things like mingling with the scientists just because you're Bison's lieutenants."

"Wait a minute," Balrog huffed, scratching his head. "Me, pretty boy, and the big-boobed girl are a team, right? I thought there was no "I" in "team"!"

"There isn't," she replied with a sneer. "However, there is an "I" in "Viper", and if you don't do as I say, I will not hesitate to drop you."

"Oh, I like you." Vega looked to Juri with a smug smile. "She's feisty." He quickly frowned as he brought up a thought. "I'm not so sure I'll be able to kill everyone, even with the Viper and dolt's help."

"Why? What's stopping you?"

"One of the scientists is not like the others. Not fat or ugly or pathetic." He smiled and brushed a strand of hair from his face. "I'm not confident I could bring myself to kill something as beautiful as she."

"This is where you mix business and pleasure, Vega. Go ahead and get her in bed, then poison her once you're done." She looked over at the boxer. "You've got no problem with killing these people, right?"

"Nope," he said, crossing his arms. "Long as I get paid for it."

"Good. Viper?" The older woman looked at her younger superior with a raised eyebrow. "Get these two their weapons back, suit them up, and then come meet me in my quarters. I want this done right away, so you'll use the private jet."

"ASAP, got it."

"And Vega!" He cocked his head to the side with a smirk as Juri approached him. She put a hand on his chest to trace his purple snake tattoo, grinning as she did so. "Once you get back we can discuss your sleeping arrangements and maybe get in some… overtime."

Rindokan Dojo, Present Day, Japan

"Huh, seems like you were really trying to get Vega in bed."

Juri yawned and nodded to the young shotokan fighter sitting in the armchair. It was getting close to midnight for the group of women, tired and drained from the day and Juri's story. Ibuki was struggling to keep sleep at bay from her uncomfortable position on the couch while Makoto was listening intently nearby, a stark contrast to how she was a few hours ago.

"We both were trying to get each other. Now that I'm looking back, I realize this was a big mistake." She threw her legs over the side of the couch to touch the carpet floor. "I wasn't myself around Vega. Then again… I wasn't myself for ten years. More so, once the Feng Shui Engine was embedded in my skull."

"So… what happened next?"

"I gave Viper some more detailed instructions, then I sent her off with the boys. After that I went to my old quarters to oversee the moving process."

"Oooh," Ibuki mumbled, half-asleep. "How did that go?"

"Fine. The men were fast and efficient, packing my stuff up in boxes. I handled my more personal objects and clothes." Juri rubbed her eyes. "I told them to just leave the boxes outside my new quarters, and I'll take them in myself."

"There's something more," Makoto said, resting her head on the back of the couch, "isn't there?"

"Well, there was a little incident involving a riding crop, but other than that, nothing more. With nothing left to do on Thursday, I stayed in my room and slowly drifted off to sleep." She looked over at Ibuki, who, normally a night owl, had passed out on the couch. Sakura was barely hanging on while Makoto didn't seem tired at all. "Hey… let's continue this story some other time."

"Muh… alright…" Sakura mumbled.

She reached down the side of the armchair to pull the lever. The chair lurched backwards and provided the young fighter a place to rest her feet as she drifted off. Makoto, nodding glumly, moved into her room. Ibuki seemed content to sleep on the couch, being a bit of a couch potato. Juri shook her head at the ninja and removed herself from the couch to take to her own room.

As she reached her sliding door, Juri looked back at Ibuki with a smile. Gregor was slowly climbing up the couch and was nearing her left foot. Ibuki was too knocked out to notice the hairy legs scrape against her skin. Giggling softly, Juri opened her door and went inside.