Chapter 3: This Place About to Blow

"WHADDAYA MEAN THE NUTELLA'S GONE?" Cater screeched.

"It was a free for all." Eight mumbled, "You left it in the lounge fridge!"

"WHO ATE THE NUTELLA?" screamed the shotgun girl.

The fist fighter shrugged his shoulders and jerked a thumb over his shoulder. Out of curiosity, Trey, Nine and King glanced behind Eight and spotted a familiar spot in the corner. Out of anger, Cater looked over and stormed over there upon seeing an open jar in Cinque's possession.

"OH HECK NO, CINQUE." If looks could kill, Cater would have killed number five already.

"WOMAN, YOU TOOK TREY FROM ME. MUST YOU TAKE THE ONLY OTHER THING I CAN SEEK COMFORT FROM?" cried the mace-wielder, her makeup streaking down from her eyelids, staining her cheeks with black liner.

"IT'S MY NUTELLA."

"DON'T LET SEVEN HEAR YOU." Trey interrupted. "You know how she gets when she hears the word nutella! Etro, she is just like her mother, isn't she? Did you know that her mother, Lightning Farron, shares the same love of nutella she does?"

And before a cat fight could erupt and Trey could continue ranting on, someone burst had through the doors, bearing food. "GUYSSSSSSS. Guess who brought the fried chicken!"

"Rem! Not so loud." Machina hushed her. "I don't want us all to get caught."

"You're so paranoid, Kunagiri. Honestly, you're worse than Ace and Queen." Nine reprimanded, slapping him on the back. The male transfer student cocked an eyebrow and gave the class dragoon a 'you're kidding me' look.

"And I take it you're going to try your luck with the class president tonight?" Machina questioned.

"It's a feat to get her to drink." Rem reminded as she placed the basket of chicken down on a free table. "Trying to get into her skirt is going to be even more difficult. Good luck."

"REM?" King spat out the coca-cola & rum mixed drink back into his cup. "Y-you approve this?"

"It's a bit obvious that the class idiot is trying to get Queen's attention." Rem spoke as if it was common knowledge. "I mean, why wouldn't I? The bad boy falling for the goody, class president? It's just like the plot of a shoujo manga. Of course, I approve! I'm a sucker for shoujo manga romances!"


"That is not how the conversation happened!" Nine snapped at Trey.

"It was so!" Eight piped in. "Ask Rem!"

"Rem is a little occupied trying to get into Machina's pants." Queen so discreetly reminded everyone.

Nine didn't seem to hear Queen, or perhaps, he had chosen not to hear her. "Cater didn't flip out about her nutella! She sang about waffles, pancakes and French toast!"

"That was after." Cater muttered. "I sang the 'do you like waffles' song after Cinque & I reconciled."

"I can never be mad at my Cater-pillar!" Cinque exclaimed, her eyes tearing up again. "But Trey. Trey, why you do?"

"TREY, I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME."

"AHEM." Kurasame cleared his throat, drawing attention back to himself. "Does it really matter? Get on with the story."

"Right, Sir."


"Uh-huh, Rem. Like how you're a sucker for Machina's—" Eight never got to finish that sentence.

Cater and Cinque allowed themselves to set their differences aside in order to glare at Eight's direction. With magical bullets and a heavy mace coming at him, the fist-fighter was a tad too slow as he ducked under the table.

"OI, OI, OI!" Nine yelled, throwing his arm up and creating a barrier. His barrier negated Cater's elemental blasts and stopped Cinque's mace in midair. He glared at them as he swallowed another shot. "NOT THIS TABLE, DAMMIT. I DON'T WANT TO LOOSE ALL THE ALCOHOL BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE GETS HERE."

Eight snickered from under the table. "By everyone, you mean Queenie. Nine likes Queenie."

"Shut the fuck up, Eight!" Nine shouted. "I'm saving your ass, ungrateful bastard! I should let Cater kill you!"

After pouring more rum into his soda cup, King waved his friend off as he put his feet on the table top. The usually stoic gunner was getting a little red in the cheeks and laughed. It was not just any laugh. King had his hands on his stomach and threw his head back in laughter.

Everyone stopped and stared. Nine had let down the barrier. Cater put her gun away, fell to her knees and gaped. Cinque's jaw hit the proverbal floor; her mace actually did hit the floor, tearing through the carpet on the lounge floor. Trey was stuttering with his hand over his mouth. Rem held up a chicken leg to her leg, but did not bite into it as she too was staring at King. Machina watched and merely facepalmed.

King never laughed.

Holy Etro, the time of Finis had arrived! Judgment Day was here! Hell was freezing over!

Who was this? And what had they done with their King?

Sice was not going to like this at all when she saw her best friend.

"OIIIIIIII. Where's the booze, Nine? I need a drink!" yelled out Sice as she slammed the lounge doors open. And there she was! Apparently, she had known about the class idiot's plan all along. Machina winced at her volume, wanting to tell her to shut up but King seemed to be him to it.

"WHY, SICE? DID YOU SEE THE COMMANDER WITH EMINA?"

Sice had already poured a doubleshot of vodka for herself and downed that one. She was working her second doubleshot when she glared at King.

"NO. WORSE."

"Come on, you can tell your best friend!" King had scooted his chair closer to hers, invading her personal space. He placed a hand on her back,

Sice slapped his arm, "You're being too affectionate. You're drunk."

"And you're cursing more."

She was holding her third doubleshot.

Something was definitely bothering her.

"Sice, what's wrong?"

"Were you about to confess to the Commander again?"

Everoyne gasped. Sice gulped down her third shot, slammed the glass onto the alcohol table and grabbed her best friend by the collar. "FUCK YOU, KING. TELL THE FUCKING WHOLE WORLD WHY DON'T YOU."

King chuckled. "You blink when you say fuck, you know that right?"

"No shit, Sherlock." Sice snapped, the alcohol hitting her much faster than it was everyone else.

"What happened?"

"Sice, it has to do with the Commander, right? You didn't see him with Emina."

"NO. IT'S FUCKING WORSE THAN THAT."

"If it's not Emina, how can it be worse? Come on, tell us."

Sice whispered a name. Eyes widened in disbelief.

"Excuse me?"

Then, the scythe-wielder slammed her hands against the table, getting up to scream, "I KNOW RIGHT. I FUCKING LOST TO KAZUSA, THE CREEPY ASS FUCK—"


"That's enough, Sice. Thank you."

"O-okay, Commander."

There was an awkward silence that followed. Kurasame shielded his face with his palm. Sice was turning a bright pink. Whatever assumption he had about Sice being drunk when she said that was correct. He didn't dare ask what she saw. Neither would want to scar the rest of the beloved class.

"Anyone else want to pick up?"

"Well," Seven began, "After that, Sice was drunk enough to kiss me. That happened when I walked in. I heard Sice yelling so I had gone into the common room."

And it was common knowledge that Seven had a bit of a lady-crush on Sice. Kurasame buried his hands further into his hand. He had always known he'd be dealing with cadets, often forgetting that these cadets were younglings, ready to experiment and with raging hormones.

"You blurred the lines between friendship and lesbianism, did you, Seven?"

"The same way you and Kasuza blurred that line and homosexuality." Seven deadpanned.

"Touché." Their commander mumbled, falling back into silence and waited for her to continue.


I had a bit of writer's block. I am terribly sorry. Tumblr RPs and real life have been taking too much of my freedom. I apologize if this chapter didn't live up to your expectations. I hope I'll be able to update faster next time.