Me: *comes out dressed in barbarian clothing and sword*

Setsuna: *playing guitar* what are you doing?

Me: *stands on cliff and holds sword in air*

*lighting flashes in the background*

Me: I...HAVE..THE..POWAAAAAAAAAAH!

Setsuna: *Shreds on guitar* HEEEE-MAN! HEEE-MAN!

Konoka: *walks beside setsuna* This is what you guys do to prepare? shouldn't you be going over lines?

Me: Nope. Hey! Let's introduce Satome Hakase's cousin! VEEEEEGETA!

Vegeta: Why am I on her! I AM A SAIYAN PRINCE!

Me: Does this sound familiar? *points to satome*

Satome; IT'S OVER 9 THOUSAAAAAAAND!

Vegeta:...shut up brat.

Me: Never. To the new chapter! They will be getting short, and they will be more frequent. So I can update quicker. Orchestra classes are hard.

Vegeta: *punches me* SUPER PAWNING punch WHICH IS COPIED OFF OF GOKU!

Me: *disappears* Wahaha! Catch me Vegetable!


"Let- introduce-you-people-"

Setsuna turned over, resting on her back, as she groaned. "Who the hell is talking to me this early in the morning!" Setsuna yelled, voice slurred by sleep, as she moved a pillow on top of her head.

"Tonight—we-floor-"

Setsuna groaned again, throwing a tantrum, muffled by the pillow covering her face. The black haired girl sat up, looking at the pillow in her lap. Pink? Setsuna owned nothing pink.

She tossed it off to the side in slight disgust, rather childish she knew, but she still thought that pink was absolutely repulsive. Her eyes burned just looking at it.

Quickly blinking the sleep from her eyes, Setsuna yawned, noting that this was not her room at all. "What the hell happened last night?" Setsuna thought, pressing a finger to her throbbing head. Carefully, she worked her fingers around the spot, using an old ninja trick she had learned from Kaede to take away the pain.

Setsuna looked around the room she had woken up in, noting her glasses were on the dresser, and her apron was tossed on the floor. Her shoes? Eh, she could care less if she found them.

She ran through her checklist for situations like this where she didn't remember what happened the night before.

Was her body misused?

Setsuna looked down at her body, checking her neck for bite marks, hickeys, or scars. She cast a nervous glance around the vacant room, unbuttoning her pants. Peeling back the elastic, Setsuna checked down her pants, making sure everything was where it needed to be.

Onto the next question.

Was she bound or gagged in any way?

Setsuna snorted, looking at her hands and legs. Free as a bird.

Was she drunk?

Setsuna hopped off the bed, feeling no signs of a hangover flow through her body. To be safe, she decided to do the walking test. She could've been with a rapist last night. Setsuna grimaced at the though, how could someone rape another person?

The floor was cool under her sock clad feet, as she pressed her weight onto her left foot. Then her right. And on and on until she reached the table where her glasses were.

She took another step, reaching for her glasses, her fingers scraped the edges and-

Bwwwwwwwrmmmmmmmphhhhh

Thud

Setsuna groaned in pain, holding her head, as she got to know the floor better. This just wasn't her day.

The raven haired girl crawled on her hands and knees, pressing them into the floor. Vibrations, that's what had knocked her over. Setsuna yawned again, closing her eyes for a second, wanting to answer sleep's sweet lulling call.

Bwwwwrmmph

"Okay, Okay! I'm up!" Setsuna yelled, jumping to her feet. Something drifted to her ears from below her, the same thing that had woken her up. It wasn't as clear as before, but she made out the words "Eat, you, up, your, love.".

"Must be a pop song." She mumbled lazily, threading her fingers through her pony tail. She yawned again, which was starting to get on her nerves. Languidly, Setsuna listened for the music again, believing what had knocked her over was the bass, making no sound.

Setsuna looked around, following the music with her perfectly trained ears. She dashed into the kitchen, sliding into the counter, narrowly avoiding a butter knife laying there. Pushing off the counter with her feet, she shot down into a door leading downstairs. Quite painfully actually.

CRACK

Ceiling.

Stairs.

Ceiling.

Stairs.

Floor.

WHAM

Setsuna slammed into the floor, wincing when she heard a few things fall upstairs. She closed her eyes, the music was clearer, and it was most definitely coming from this room. Struggling to her feet, she stepped out of the shadows, and into a very well lit room.

She stepped onto hardwood floors, carefully staying out of sight, as there was a mirror in front of her. The room was white, with two high windows filtering in light. Mirrors surrounded the whole room, giving her four perspectives of herself. A big speaker system covered a big portion of the front of the room, which Setsuna guessed was what had kept her up.

Setsuna paused, where was the music?

Skirt

Swish

Swish

"5, 6, 7, 8.."

Setsuna stepped out into the room, in plain sight, watching as a chocolate girl twirled about the room, dressed in sneakers, black capris, a pink shirt, and black overall straps hung loosely on her curvy frame . She smiled, remembering at once where she was.

She watched, nodding approvingly, as she watched Konoka count, focusing on herself in the mirror.

Konoka held her arm perpendicular to her body, popping and locking, as her white sneakers skirted across the floor, oblivious to the person watching her. The dancing girl pressed white ear buds further into her ear, watching herself, obviously pleased.

Setsuna shifted, crossing her arms, watching Konoka finish up her dance with what appeared to be a cart wheel.

Konoka tore the ear buds out of her ear, just as Setsuna started clapping, and began walking towards her.

"Setsuna, you're up!" Konoka shouted gleefully, running and jumping into said girl's arms.

"What time is it Ojou-sama?" Setsuna asked, holding Konoka close to her.

Flick

"Owwwwie..Ojou-"

Flick

"Stop hitting me, Ojou-chan!"

Flick

"Stop it!"

Flick

"Why are you still flicking me?" Setsuna whined, rubbing her forehead where a small red spot was forming.

Konoka shrugged, now standing on her own, and turned to the mirror. She winked to Setsuna, causing the girl to blush, as she went on with her dancing.

Setsuna licked her lips, "So um, what are you, um," She paused, still "um"ing, as she watched Konoka rock her hips. She blushed, feeling a small trail of drool threatening to spill out.

Konoka seemed not to notice Setsuna's incident, and continued on with her routine. The chocolate haired girl stepped forward, bowing down almost, before popping back to her feet, and running her hands up and down her body.

Setsuna felt her eyes widen, as she was oh so close to running up behind that girl, and just squeeeeeeeze-

FINISH HER

Konoka glided a few feet to the left, mouthing along to the words, as she shook her arms, snapping her fingers in time. "I don't play no games don't-don't-don't get it confused no, cuz you will loose. Now pu-pu-pu-pu-pump it up and back it up like a Tonka truck." Konoka sang, barely above a hushed whisper, punctuating the last bit by thrusting her behind out, wiggling it as sexily as possible.

Setsuna gasped lightly, passing out onto the floor, as a small trail of blood dripped out of her nose.

"Setsuna?" Konoka called, turning around, oblivious to what she had done.


Konoka pressed an ice pack onto Setsuna's head, smiling when brown eyes blinked open.

"Hey." Konoka whispered, brushing a stray hair back into Setsuna's bangs.

Setsuna shivered at the touch, but smiled back, "Hey," she paused, feeling a blanket over her. "What am I doing back in bed? I thought we were.." Setsuna trailed off for lack of words.

Konoka giggled, poking Setsuna in her nose, smiling bigger when she was rewarded with a blush, "We were, but then you turned into a perv and started staring at my butt. You passed out, remember?"

Setsuna blushed a deep red, "W-was not..."

The chocolate haired beauty rolled her eyes, collapsing onto Setsuna, snuggling into the nape of her neck. "You know," she began wickedly, feeling the rave haired girl heat up, "It isn't proper to stare at a girl's merchandise and not take it out for a spin~."

The poor girl blushed, trying to get away, but there was no way of escaping the python grip Konoka held her in. "You want me...to take you out...on a date?"

Konoka giggled, jumping off her, skipping into the bathroom. She closed the door partially, then stuck her out, tongue lolling out, "You want to take me out on a date Set-chan? I thought you would never ask. You go get changed. Then you can pick me up in a few minutes."

Slap

Setsuna dragged her hand down her face, leaving a big, red, hand imprint on her forehead. "Girls...I'll never understand..." She muttered, realizing that she too, was a girl.


Me: Yes. This is short.

Setsuna: *dancing* There shall be more tomorrow though! We promise!

Me: Yeah!

*vegeta slowly creeps behind me*

Mana: *shoots vegeta in the head*

Me: I may not be a ninja...but I have Mana, Setsuna, and Kaede on my side.

Kaede: Nin nin.

Mana: KAEDES HERE? *eyes get huge*

Me: Hahahahahahaha! Loooooove. Well people. Adios for tonight.

Everyone: Remember to review! Sayonara!