"The fuck do you want?"

"Can you handle a little more heat from the baseball team?"

"What, you going to do something else to make them hate me? Forget it you bastard – I was already lucky they didn't skin me alive after you fucking left me."

"Listen damn it! I can make things better, but you'll have to be ready for them to get worse first."

There was a pause before – "How much worse?"

"A lot. If you thought my brother wanted to kill you before – he'll be ready to rip you to shreds and send you to hell now."

"Fuck. What did you do?"

"Nothing yet. I have to know – can you take any more heat from them? My plan won't work unless you can."

"So long as they don't touch me, then yeah. I'll be battered and bruised on the inside, but I'll live. Why?"

"Do you think you can convince them you aren't the one who actually drew them?"

"Didn't we just go through the whole let them know the truth and die thing before? That's what started this – if you forgot."

"Yes, but you're not going to tell them the truth. You're just going to tell them you're not the original artist."

"That doesn't many any sense. Tell me what's going on damn it!"

"I'm getting to it! Just answer the fucking question."

He could almost feel her rolling her eyes. "Yeah, I can lie to them. Again. Not exactly hard."

"You'll have to come up with a convincing reason as to why you pretended to be the artist."

"I get it, Haru. A good lie. Can we move on now please?"

"Fine. I need you to trust me on this, alright?"

"Trust you on what? What are you going to do?"

"Why do you like Shinomiya-senpai?"

"W-What? Don't change the subject!"

"I'm getting to the plan, no just tell me."

"Why do you need to know?"

"Do you want me to fix things or not?"

Ayame grunted. "Fine. She's…like me I guess, only different. We're both outspoken and confident, but I just tend to piss people off while they flock to her. She isn't above using other people's secrets to her advantage, but I've never seen her spill the beans to hurt anyone, just to embarrass or tease them. She's top of her class, pretty, and good at everything. Everyone likes her."

Haruichi grinned. "Wrong answer."

"W-How the hell is it a wrong answer?!"

"Simple. Shinomiya-senpai isn't good at everything. I know for a fact that she sucks at drawing. She just makes it seem like she's good at everything by only doing the things she's good at – or paying someone else off to do it for her."

"So what?"

"So…I think we just found the real artist behind the comics."

He'd stumped her. "What?"

"She wants everyone to think she's good at drawing, right?"

"…I guess?'

"And you said it yourself – the whole school loves her. So even if the team found out she was the one drawing them, then they couldn't exactly do anything to her."

"B-But she-"

"Would be known as a good artist, and have yet another reason for the school to love her. Besides, she doesn't even have to know. We just have to hint that she's the artist. And if we feel we need an extra measure, we can ask her to pretend because the actual artist doesn't want to be known. That way she'll be on our side without actually knowing anything. Then it'll just be her against the baseball team – which we both know how that would end."

"I think you might be scarier than your brother."

"Didn't you know?" He mocked lightly. "I'm the evil sibling."

"Yes. Yes you are. Now tell me what this fucking plan is so I know what I'll be up against here!" Haruichi laughed and told her. "I'm going to die. You've fucking killed me Haru." There was a heavy sigh. "I'll see what I can do." Haruichi was about to hang up when she said, "And Haru? Thanks. I'm still going to get you for this when it's over, but thanks."

She didn't give him a chance to respond. Shaking his head, he looked back down at the newest comic and cringed. He hadn't wanted to resort to this, but nothing else would have worked. He just prayed this wasn't for nothing.


So I lied. This is the shortest chapter. It's more like...half a chapter. The next will (hopefully) be longer though! Let me know what you thought!