Author's Note: Here it is! Chapter 3! Again, thanks for following, favoriting and reviewing! I think I'm going to try to update weekly, but I'm making no promises, alright? For those of you who PMed me, you're right! The enemies of this story are indeed those! And for those of you still unsure, you'll probably figure it out this chapter! That being said, please continue to support my story! Enjoy episode 3!

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Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-Bu Love!: The Seven

Episode 3: Meeting of Love

Said talk wasn't actually held until two days later. Both groups had their reserves about meeting with the other. After all, they had been mortal enemies only months ago. The tension between them still hadn't quite blown over yet. Eventually, it was Atsushi who, along with the help of Yufuin, literally dragged the others to the student council room. Well, that wasn't quite right. Only Ryuu had to be dragged.

"I don't wanna!" He cried, fidgeting helplessly as Yufuin walked with him slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "The last thing I wanna do is see that guy's face again!"

"Well would you rather see it scowling but alive, or see it in a coffin?" Ryuu opened his mouth to protest, only to close it again, truly thinking about it.

"That seems a bit much, Yufuin-senpai. The chances of that happening are pretty slim." Io replied, chuckling at Ryuu's serious face.

"Well it's a possibility."

"It's also possible you'll have a stroke and die right now, doesn't mean it'll happen." Ryuu pouted.

"My point was you're going, so shut up about it and I might put you down."

"Oh god, please do! If Gero sees me like this, he'll go on for weeks! Months! Years!"

"He's right. Put him down, En." Atsushi says, turning to smile at them. "Besides, we're already here." As soon as he's on his feet, Ryuu tries to run for it, only for his collar to be yanked back and thrown into the student council room. The looks on the faces of the student council members almost made it worth it. Almost.

The three boys stare at the intruders, looks of disgust plainly expressed. Kinshiro looks like he might puke, a look mirrored with Gero's own. Arima just smiles amusedly, sitting back in his chair to watch the show. As the shock gradually wears off, Kinshiro clears his throat, standing up from his chair, his silver hair brushed behind one ear with a flick of the wrist.

"Can I help you." He hisses quietly, the venom clear in his voice.

"Yes, actually." As Atsushi says this, Kinshiro's gaze flickers over to him, and the disdain is quickly replaced with a flustered look, accented with a slight flush to his cheeks. Completely oblivious to this, the blue-haired boy continued. "I believe we all decided to meet and talk about this new threat, but it became pretty clear that no one was actually going to, so I took matters into my own hands."

Appearing slightly deflated from the fact that Atsushi hadn't come just to see him, Kinshiro sighed, sitting back down in his chair. "I see. Gero did mention something about this… monster that attacked him earlier this week, although he also said it wasn't very important and we needn't dwell on it." Turning his icy gaze on the curly-haired boy, he glared. Gero pointedly looked away. "Is there a reason you didn't tell us anything else?"

"..." Gero glances back at him, a pout on his face. "Does it really matter? They can take care of it. Why bother getting into danger when we can let them do all the dirty work?"

"Gero," Arima spoke up, much to the others surprise. "You can't really expect the student council to stand by when the students we work so hard for are in danger? What kind of council would we be?"

"Arima is right." Kinshiro adds. Turning to the four boys, he gestures to the couch in the room as he stand up. "Please. I'd like to hear more about this." As they walk over, Ryuu leans over, whispering in Io's ear.

"Bullshit. He just wants to make Atsushi-senpai happy." Chuckling, Io smiled back at him.

"As long as it works, right?" Nodding, the two sit down on the cushy couch next to each other.

"Whoa! This is so soft!" Ryuu exclaims, bouncing some in his seat. "Why can't we have a couch like this in the Earth Defense Club room?"

"Because you're poor, imbecile." Gero sneers, sitting across from him, next to Arima. "If people like you could afford a couch like this, I wouldn't want to live in this world anymore."

"By all means," Ryuu glares back. "There's certainly nothing stopping-" He breaks off as he receives a swift elbow to the gut from Io. Gero earns a harsh glare from Kinshiro, and he looks down at the floor, pouting, but silent.

"Now then," Kinshiro says crossing his legs, hands interlocked to rest his chin upon. "What's this about new monsters?"

It's Atsushi who speaks. No surprise there, of course. He's the only one Kinshiro would listen to. As he explains the events of the past few days, the student council's expressions quickly morph to ones of shock and disgust.

"To think we had no idea of this…" Kinshiro says quietly, a hint of disturbance in his voice.

"It's not like it's your fault." Ryuu cuts in, lounging back on the couch, waving his hand back and forth in a gesture of forgiveness. "They've only attacked twice anyway. There wasn't much for you to notice."

"Still." Arima replies this time. "I can't believe something like this is happening again. Once was strange enough, but this is even more so… ah! You," he says, turning his maroon gaze to Ryuu. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"It attacked you first, right? They said it-"

"He's fine." Io interjected, noticing Ryuu tense up next to him. "He's just-" He stops when he feels a hand on his shoulder. Looking over at his friend, Ryuu smiles at him.

"It's fine. I'm okay." Turning back to the others. "Yeah, it took the form of our-" he gestures to himself and Io "-homeroom teacher. It knew who I was and it seemed to know about the others as well. It may seem disturbing, but you haven't seen anything until it transforms right in front of you. That was probably the scariest part."

"Ryuu, you really don't-" Atsushi starts, before Ryuu cuts him off.

"I said, I'm fine. Besides, it's better I tell this part of the story, right? I am the one who saw it all. Your version was too short anyway. As I was saying, that transformation is really gross. It's like it's skin melts away into these sickening puddles and the blood vessels turn violet and glow and the muscles underneath are black, solid black. You can barely tell the head from the rest of it, it's like a blob thing."

"A blob thing? Really?"

"Shut up, Gero! It's my story! Anyway, after I got over the shock of seeing that, obviously I tried to escape, but the door was locked."

"The classroom doors only lock from the inside though, you should have been able to get out." Arima says thoughtfully.

"I know, but it was like it was stuck. Probably something that thing could do. I avoided it as long as I could, it was surprisingly fast. But I got distracted when I heard Io on the other side of the door. It grabbed me, and, well Atsushi-senpai told you the rest."

"...is your neck okay?" Kinshiro asks quietly.

Shocked at the student council president, of all people, asking him that, he manages a nod. "Yeah, it's fine. Bruise is almost gone."

"Good. Now, I understand this is serious. Even we weren't aiming to kill you five, and I can't let anything hurt the students of this school. I am the president. However, I fail to see what this has to do with us three. It's after you all, right?"

"Um…" Gero mutters quietly, looking away from the president as his emerald-gaze whips around to look at him. "That's not quite all the story."

"Oh come on!" Ryuu cries. "You didn't even tell them the most important part of the story! Involves you my ass, you just wanted to know what was going on! What if you guys got attacked or something! Do you even use that brain? Do you even have one?"

"That's my line! What kind of dumbass get's distracted during a battle! You!"

"That's completely different, and you know it!"

"Oh, is it? I beg to-"

"ENOUGH!" Kinshiro yells, slamming his hands on the coffee table in front of them. "I will not tolerate this childish bickering any longer! If you must continue, do so outside of this room and leave the talking to the adults! Otherwise, you will act your age!" Gero nods hurriedly in agreement, an embarrassed blush creeping up his cheeks. Ryuu simply huffs and looks away, but mutters an agreement. Sitting back down, the student council president smooths his pants before crossing his legs again and fixing a few stray strands of hair.

"Now then," he says, ignoring the shocked faces of the other people present. Clearly, no one thought it possible for the stone-faced student council president to blow up so easily. "Gero, please relay the events of a few days ago to us, in your point of view."

"Fine," He sighed. "It started when we were all outside for gym, playing soccer…"

…

"Watch the hair!" Gero cried, shying away from the flying soccer ball for the hundredth time. "I told you, leave me out of this game! It's for commoners, not me!"

"Oh, come on, Gero-kun! Lighten up a bit! It's not like we're trying to get you dirty!" One of his classmates runs over to him, slapping him on the back so hard that he jolts forwards, having to catch himself.

"Again, watch. The. Hair." He hisses, quietly seething.

"Hair? You mean this?" Another boy runs over, pulling one of the springy curls. "You sure it's not a wig? It's awfully long for a guy's hair!"

"If you'll excuse yourself," Gero swats their hands away. "This is the product of years of intensive care, brushing, and conditioning. It is most certainly my real hair."

"Aw, we know that, we're just playing! Kind of like what you should be doing with the soccer ball!" His classmates have surrounded him by now, all smiling and laughing, happy to tease the prissy rich boy some.

"Like, I said, that sport is for-" He's broken off as a scream startles the group out of their fun. Heads turn to see a writhing black monster by the corner of the school twist and morph and grow larger and larger. The students scatter, running as fast as they can to get away from the monster. In the midst of the chaos, the soccer ball is kicked into Gero's path, completely on accident, yet it still causes him to skid across the ground in an attempt to stop before hitting it. However, the ground, muddy from the gym classes that day, is slippery. His feet trip over themselves, sending the pink-haired boy hurtling toward the ground.

As he sits up, rubbing the sore knee that connected hard with the ground, he hears someone yell out his name.

"Gero, you gotta run!" Staring in confusion at the boy, the same one who had called his hair a wig, he freezes when he feels breath hot on his neck. As much as he didn't want to turn around his curiosity got the better of him. He turns and finds himself face-to-face with the black monster. Opening his mouth to scream, no sound comes out, and he quickly shuts it, opting to make a mad dash for it. He gets about ten feet before he can feel it's tentacles wrap around his waist, lifting him high into the air.

Slamming him into the nearest wall, the creature moves it's face close to his to reveal a black mouth littered with spikes that look like shards of broken glass, a twisted grin spread across it's face.

"So," it rasped. "You're a member of the infamous Conquest Club? I was expecting more."

"Th-the Conquest Club doesn't exist anymore." He managed to squeak out a reply. "We got our powers taken away when Zundar-sama left earth."

"Ah. So you're telling me I wasted all this time coming out here, only the find powerless opponents?" It's grip around his waist tightens. "That's no good. Lust-sama will be very disappointed in me if I bring him that news, so I have an idea!"

Lifting Gero up, it begins to slowly tighten it's tentacle, and Gero hisses at the stinging pain that shoots through him. As it grows tighter, his face contorts with pain, as he sees five figures appear behind the monster. The latter continues with his monologue, oblivious to it's impending doom.

"It's a really great idea too! I'll just bring Lust-sama your corpse! He'll surely be happy then! And while I'm at it, I might as well go and get the other two, if you're truly powerless. What fun we'll have!"

…

"And that's when those five showed up and killed it. So there was nothing to worry about anymore."

Seven faces stared at the pink-haired boy, mostly in surprise that he seemed unfazed by such threats. Why he decided to not say anything about this was beyond them.

"...so are you okay?" Arima asks softly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I got away with a little bit of bruises, but they're already gone, so no big- OW!" A sharp poke to the left side of his waist by Arima proved otherwise. Sighing, the older boy shook his head, his dark green locks bouncing from side to side.

"Really, Gero. You're so stupid sometimes."

"Hey! I resent that!"

"I have to agree." Kinshiro chimes in. "Why would you think this doesn't matter, it's a threat directed to all of us. Were you just going to let them kill us?"

"No! I thought that they'd get the message when those five killed that thing."

"Did they get the message after they killed the first one?"

"...No. I guess I hadn't thought about that."

"Next time, do me a favor and think." Kinshiro then turns his attention back to the others. "So, this clearly involves all of us then. How much do you know?"

"We know they can possess anyone, but they aren't sure who the people we're closest to are just yet. They want to hit as close to home as possible. They're being controlled by someone, just like what you three did. And these guys are much more dangerous than your monsters were. No offense, but monsters that use tickling as an attack aren't exactly deadly. It's safer to move around in groups is what we've decided. Don't let them catch you alone or with one other person because they'll use them."

"Well, that seems all very useful, except there's only one problem."

"What's that?"

"I think you're forgetting that the three of us can't fight anymore. Zundar-sama took our rings from us when he left earth with Hireashi. You guys might have your powers back, but we don't. We're literally defenseless."

"Hmm. That's definitely a problem. I'd say keep one of us with you at all times but I realize the likelihood of that is second to none. Especially when those three are the only ones in the second year."

"There's no way I'm staying next to pinky over here all day! And Io isn't either, I won't allow it!"

"I don't want you staying with me anyway!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"You're point is taken." Kinshiro says, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers exasperatedly. "Those two would probably cause more damage to the school than all of the monsters combined."

"So I guess the first thing we should do is figure out how you guys can protect your-" Atsushi is interrupted when the door to the student council room bursts open to reveal Yumoto and Wom-san, standing next to each other. Well, Wom-san is sitting, but still. A wide grin is spread across Yumoto's face.

"We have a surprise!" He crows happily, barely able to contain his excitement.

"I was wondering why it was so quiet around here. You didn't have your little mascots, no wonder." Kinshiro says, clearly annoyed. "What is the surprise, brat?"

"Is that anyway to treat someone who thought up a plan to get you guys your powers back!" Yumoto pouts angrily, his red eyes glistening. "I thought you'd be thanking me!"

"Did you really?" Io asks, voicing the question on everyone's minds.

"Mm!" Yumoto nods happily in response. "I thought of this really fast too! Back when we said we needed to talk all together like this, I started thinking about what the most important things would be! Obviously, we'd have to explain stuff and then try to figure out a way to fight them that works the best, but then I realized there was something even more important than that! How can we all fight together if we don't have even powers? Us five all have our love sticks and the love necklaces let us transform, but you guys lost your power! So the next day I went to Wom-san and talked to him about it. He said it'd be difficult but he pulled some strings and voila!" Yumoto reached behind his back to pull out three more necklaces, each a different color but with the same design. The only difference between these and the Battle Lover's own was that the heart was upside down, in the shape of a spade instead of a heart. One was a silvery glistening crystal with a swirl carved in the center of it.

"This one is for you, Arima-kun!" Yumoto said happily, bouncing over to the seated third year. "The color matches your Chevalier color and the swirl is your wind attribute." Handing it to him, he delivers the other two to the other members.

"Gero-kun's is light pink, for pearl, and the flower is for your misaki flower! And Kinshiro-kun's is gold and the star is the brilliant part! Wom-san had them specially made for you guys! Wasn't that nice of him?"

"Please tell me that we won't have to say those disgustingly cheesy lines about love when we transform." Gero says. "That's the last thing I want."

"You could say thanks, y'know." Ryuu shoots a glare Gero's way, who replies with a sneer.

"He's right. Thank you very much for these, Yumoto-san, Wombat-san." Arima says, nodding in thanks to them. "Let me also thank you for them as well. Those two have a hard time with things like that."

"It's no trouble, no trouble!" Wom-san says happily. "Anything to spread love around this wonderful planet! And no, you have no catchphrases. Unfortunately, as time was of the essence, I did not have a week to think of ones for you three. However, the uniforms are a bit different. You wear the same uniforms, however instead of black and gold, the main color is white and then accented with either silver, gold, or light pink depending on your color."

"I see. At least they will be more fashionable than those five's."

"Hey, I look sexy in that uniform! Right, Io?"

"Y-you look very nice in it, Ryuu." Io replies, clearly embarrassed.

"See?!"

"That doesn't count, he's your best friend, it's not like he'll say no!" Gero cried.

"That's not true! Even if he wasn't, he'd still I did because it's true! You only wished you looked as good as I do in that!"

"If I wore the same thing, I'd look ten times better than commoner scum like you!"

"You little-" Ryuu's comeback is cut off when they hear laughter echoing around them. Confused, the group looks around, before finally Ryuu spots the intruder. "There!" Pointing at an open window, a boy sits in the frame. His dark pink hair is pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, blowing behind him in the breeze. His eyes open to reveal bright pink orbs staring at them, his face a mix of glee and barely-concealed malice. A black yukata adorns his slender frame, his too-pale skin peeking out from where the two sides of the yukata meets at his chest and where the sleeves cut off.

"I was wondering what kind of people the eight of you were." The boy says. His voice is smooth and husky, like dripping caramel. "I'm confused. How did people like you manage to hurt my darling monsters? Oh well. And I came all this way too, only to find there's not much for me to do here. You're already busy killing each other." Eight faces watch this newcomer as they all gradually come to the same conclusion.

"...who are you?" Ryuu asks, voicing the question, but already knowing the answer.

"Me? Surely you, Ryuu Zaou, of all people, would recognize the face of Lust."