WARNING: Contains violence and inappropriate language. Read according to your own discretion.

DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fan made. All K-On! characters belong to their respective owners.

CHAPTER TEN: First Revenge

The world is such a cruel place - not even man can discern friends from foes. Even in the popular children's fairytales, there is always someone who will play as the deceiver - to lure the protagonists towards her lair, to feast upon the flesh of her victims. Such abominable ability requires extensive training in the art of deception; and only a few people excelled in this area yet one woman from the 'land of the rising sun' conquered it all.

A 'Master of trickery', the 'Witch of the East', the 'Woman with Crocodile tears' - all glorious titles you could think of in relation to deception were bestowed to none other than Yamanaka Sawako herself.

Other than the witch, there was a real life Hansel and Gretel who were given life by the two delinquents in the identity of Ritsu and Yui. Wandering in the wilderness in an empty stomach, one could no longer resist the temptation to eat anything that is considered edible even if the fruit holds a poison potent enough to kill a human being by ingestion.

Indeed, their journey was a perilous one that even the seemingly harmless fruits, mushrooms, frogs and plants were capable of disintegrating their blood cells. Armed with the basic knowledge of true survival, they did not succumb to the cries of their physiologic needs, taunting the messenger of Death to postpone his attempts to bring the delinquents to afterlife.

Though keeping this unwavering façade expends more energy than as expected, as idiots don't usually put rationality into practice. Using the brain to this extent has proven to be lethal to the two - Yui was laughing like a madman while carrying the turtle in her hands, navigating their way out of the forest while Ritsu's running around in random directions, slapping the brunette and the turtle when they came across each other.

That was a very valuable lesson for the two not to venture out while wasting their energy in nonsensical things. Perhaps their showdown of skills and the sudden revelation of Ton-chan as a cursed shinobi contributed to their exhaustion, affecting their overall wellbeing.

As they reach the outskirts of the city, the two regained their composure in just a zap. Their adventure was finally over, all they have to do was to return home and greet Ui with arms wide open. When suddenly their pathetic jubilation was disrupted by a static sound followed by a familiar eerie voice saying, "Mic test… mic test."

Yes, it was Sawako's voice. She implanted a waterproof radio device beforehand inside the turtle's shell which will only work when they reach the city limits. The process of how she installed such intricate device should not be known; maybe she had done it in an inhumane way - leaving the poor turtle to suffer in the name of Science.

The woman finally went straight to the point, setting the unnecessary pleasantries aside. She knew the delinquents were hungry so as the turtle. Bestowed with such preposterous titles, she used her very specialty - trickery. Like the witch of the folklore, her words were dabbled with sorcery, enticing the two to listen to her proposal. She tricked them by telling them that there was a restaurant who will offer them food free of charge. Without second thoughts, they rushed to the restaurant's location with the help of Ton-chan's mini-map radar.

Standing in front of such expensive-looking edifice, there was no doubt that this was the place Sawako was talking about and by virtue of the turtle's reliable radar. Even in the outside, they were greeted by red carpet laid flamboyantly to catch one's attention while the lion dog statues were standing proudly in the entrance way.

They could see the elites walking in and out of the restaurant; it was entirely a different world for them - a world that divides the rich from the poor. They really felt out of place but their growling stomachs what kept them to courageously stagger towards the counter despite being the subject of ridicule because of their getup: tattered shirts and trousers while their hairs were unkempt, giving them a hooligan look who's trying to take the customers as hostages.

"Tch! These rich bastards are getting on my nerves already" the redhead was itching to pull a stunt, "especially that old hag over there! I'm gonna yank her panties then shove it directly to her face!"

Yui shrugged, knowing that Ritsu was such a hothead. The redhead couldn't stand being judged discriminately by looks alone, "Calm down, Ricchan. If you're going to stir a trouble here, we might not get our fill." The brunette can be useful sometimes, stopping her bestfriend from causing a ruckus yet ironically, she's the one who invites misfortune to the redhead.

Without much ado, they proceeded to the counter to ask about the owner while their eyes remained on focus to such costly-looking furnitures enamoured with precious gemstones. Later on, the owner of the Chinese restaurant arrived: dressed in a skimpy green china dress that revealed her voluptuous curves and healthy pair of melons, juggling as she pranced her way towards the delinquents; her grayish hair was tied in buns which clearly gave her a native Chinese look yet her face gave all those who marveled in her body's beauty forever buried in the pits of abyss; her purple lipstick doesn't match her heavy application of foundation and mascara - she's a living icon of fashion disaster herself!

The delinquents tried to stifle a laugh, they don't want to upset the owner by poking fun of her fashion preferences otherwise they might be brutally murdered given that she was exuding such great elegance starting from her neck down to her toes just by walking alone in the red carpet. The old woman gestured the two to follow her, leading them to a restricted area used by the restaurant's personnel only.

There was a long table similar to the ones used by the royalty then there was a golden chandelier hanging magnificently on the ceiling to give the guests an ambiance of eating in a five-star deluxe restaurant. They went to their respective seats and as their hands made contact with the chairs, the smoothness of the mahogany tree surged through their body, sending chills to their spines. The chairs, like all other furnitures found in the restaurant, were ornamented with thirty-carat of diamonds, glinting wondrously as the gems reflect the lights.

If not because of the existence of norms and laws, the two surely grabbed the chairs and drag it to a pawnbroker to sell it in a hefty price yet their conscience kept them from the devil's meretricious attempts to urge them to commit a crime; dancing like a harlot on top of the lofty furniture, caressing the embedded diamonds to seduce the two… what formidable temptress was sent by Hell to lure the delinquents to sin!

"Ricchan… I think the devil's trying to tempt us to steal the chairs."

"Heed no attention to that fool, Yui. I don't want to be incarcerated; just let her do her dirty dancing, we ain't gonna bite her trap."

With just a clap, the devil vanished before their eyes. The employees rushed to the owner's motion, bringing with them the restaurant's specialty - fried rice, crab soups, red tea and many more, capable enough to trigger man's automatic response - salivation. The delinquents wolfed down the food served before them, weeping while eating, adding unnecessary saltiness to the flawless, exquisite delicacy.

Just as about they'll leave their seats; the owner unveiled the true reason of her warm welcome - to force the delinquents to work in order to pay Sawako's huge debts. Otherwise who knows what will happen to the duo? Maybe they'll be thrown to a den of large snakes or be fed to a school of piranhas, only to be left in bones.

Like Sawako, the owner pulled something beneath the table, revealing two animal costumes with disturbing faces. No one will ever dare to say that these mascots were 'cute', even the children will cry just by looking at it - reminding them the infamous 'pedobear' on loose. Perhaps Sawako's obsession to cosplay should be partly blamed to this stern woman, using any crude methods to satisfy their fetish. She then distributed the mascots to the delinquents.

"You, the one with the red hair, this dog mascot is yours. In the Chinese zodiac, dogs were believed to be intelligent, gentle, lovable and kind creatures. But your face doesn't give that kind of impression, so you're going to work like a dog for the rest of your life" she huffed and puffed the cigarette nestled between her fingers, "But I could see that you're not the type who abandons your friends."

What's with that impression?! I certainly don't act like a dog!

The woman switched her gaze to the brunette who's stifling a nervous laugh, "You… yes, you with the terrier-like bangs. This rooster is yours. It was believed that roosters were intelligent, flexible, diverse, and talkative and at the same has the tendency to flip-flop issues. You seemed slow so I'm lending this costume to improve your intelligence but I could see that you have a good amount of confidence in yourself similar to a rooster, swaggering his way to the den" she paused briefly to whiff the smoke again, "Just don't make a harem of your own, got it?"

"H-hai, Owner-sama!" Yui stood firmly on her position like a soldier ready for war.

"Now, get your ass off to work" she glared to the two, trying to imply that she doesn't want to waste any more time, "greet the customers on the entrance and usher them to an unoccupied table. Make sure that you'll do it perfectly as possible or else Sawako's debts will increase by tenfold."

Without further delay, they bolted out the door whilst carrying the animal costumes in their hands. The woman continued her session: huffing and puffing the smoke out of her lungs, filling the room with a domineering aroma as they came into contact with the furnitures, "Those girls were really like that Sawako, I guess this place needs a fresh air once in a while."

"Aarrghh… I'm sweating too much, Yui" the redhead wobbled, trying to distract her from the overwhelming heat, "I'm going to assassinate that witch in her sleep."

Her friend laughed softly followed by a gentle pat on the redhead's shoulder, "You know it's impossible, Ricchan. After all, it's Sawa-chan that we're talking about."

"Yeah, I know that" she crossed her arms while leaning against the wall, "but still, deceiving us all the way here to pay her debts is detestable!"

"Hey, cut the chatter already!" the owner of the restaurant popped like a ghost in the middle, tackling the two mascots by her brute strength, "You know, I hate slackers", she pressed more to the point that the two were already waving white flags in their hands.

"G-go..men… own..er… sa.. ma…" Ritsu said chokingly, "w..we… will be… on.. our p..post.. already…" she tapped the owner's arms repeatedly to show her submission to the old woman's will.

"Good. Now, proceed to the entrance and greet your first customers" she loosened her tackle while the delinquents fell on the floor, gasping for air. The strength exhibited by the woman was on par with the police officer and of Sawako. It seems that they frequently encountered people who were much stronger than them.

Damn, why do we keep meeting the strongest people here in the city? It's like we're bound to meet them in no time!

They held their necks for a bit, rubbing their throats as they proceeded to the entrance to do their work.

"Thank you, come again!" the mascots stood beside the entrance, thanking the customers as they exited. One boy approached Ritsu, dressed in a gray shirt with a black vest on top; he had blonde hair and emerald eyes - a typical manga gaijin look; he wore black shorts paired with white sneakers.

Pulling the dog's tail, he said "Oy, bitch. Give me a ride."

Furious with the boy's manner of calling her, she kneeled to face the boy at eye-level in which she used a cute voice to conceal her anger, "I'm sorry, we don't have that kind of service here. If you want to play, you can go to an amusement park together with your parents."

"But I want a ride! Right here, right now!" he cried loudly which caught the customer's attention… and the owner's attention too.

The owner glared to Ritsu in a fair distance which sent shivers to her spine, knowing that the old woman might strangle her to death if she kept being stubborn to the boy's request.

Oh give me a break! I might collapse from excessive heat and sweat!

She offered her hand to the boy in which he accepted. The moment she carried the boy by her shoulders, flashes of images appeared in her mind. She felt nostalgic - she remembered something from her past, 'I wonder how he's doing? Maybe he has grown into a fine lad already.'

"Oy, bitch" he pulled the mascot's ears to catch Ritsu's attention, "why are you still standing there? Move your ass off."

Tch! This brat's cocky as hell! If not because of that old hag, I'm gonna give you a good spanking in the ass.

The redhead glanced at the brunette, pointing her thumb outside the restaurant, "Yui, I'm going to play with this brat for a while. You better do your job, buddy."

"You can count on me, Captain! Me and Ton-chan will stay here to greet and thank the customers" she offered a high-five much to Ritsu's delight.

"Yeah, thanks buddy." She smiled before she exited the restaurant.

"Oy, I wanna go there." The boy demanded while pulling the mascot's ears much to her annoyance.

"Hai.. hai, bocchan. Your wish is my command."

They went to a nearby amusement park, riding a carousel, then a ferris wheel; next, they went to ride a roller coaster then paid a visit to a horror house. Lastly, they went to a park. Ritsu hurriedly rushed to the bench; she put off her mascot's head and gasped for air. Good thing no one was around except for the boy because she might get arrested again. After all, they were all over the news - the suspects of the kidnapping of two Sakuragaoka girls five months ago. She was sweating profusely like she weltered on the damp streets of Tokyo.

"Gyaa…" she whiffed the fresh air, "that was one hell of a stroll!"

The boy stared at Ritsu as if he saw her somewhere but was quite unsure, "So… you were a girl" he paused while looking closely at the redhead's face, scrutinizing every detail of her facial features, "have I seen you somewhere?"

She jumped off her seat then fell off the ground. Alarmed by the boy's sudden question, she quickly brushed it off while rolling her eyes, "That was just your imagination, we have just met today… " she scratched the back of her head, "well, you see… there are atleast two people on earth who shares the same facial features as yours" she laughed nervously, trying to sway the boy with her lousy explanation.

"Soka…" he nodded much to Ritsu's relief, "that sounds plausible."

To digress from the topic, she asked the boy a random question, "Hmm… By the way, why did you really insist in playing with me?"

He pulled his lid while sticking his tongue out, "Not telling you!"

"Why you?!"

They were playing cat and mouse, chasing each other under the cloudy weather. Ritsu chased the boy then she pulled his collar while giving him a harsh tickle until he surrendered, "S-stop! I'm gonna tell you the reason!" he begged, "Just stop tickling me!"

"Ohoh… feel like talking now?" she curved her lips in amusement, "then spill it!"

He pushed the redhead while fixing his collar, "D-don't laugh at me after this, bitch!" he snarled.

"Fine, brat. I'm not gonna laugh at ya no matter how silly your reason was."

They rested their backs on the grass while staring at the blue sky; the clouds were blocking the sun, giving them a decent amount of shade. He broke the silence by a stutter, "Y-y-you know…"

"Hmm…?"

"I have an Onee-chan who probably is the same age as you."

"You have a sister?" she asked while raising her eyebrow.

"C-chigau!" he countered, "I don't have a sister… she's my maid!"

A personal maid?! Damn, rich kids these days sure pissed the hell out of me.

He hesitated but nevertheless, he continued his tale, "She left the house when she was accused of stealing the family's heirloom. I knew she didn't do it, mom and dad also believed. It was just the jealous maids who persistently cornered her until she's forced to quit her job."

"I see…" the redhead slightly felt dejected by the brat's outburst, "so she was accused of the deed she didn't commit…" she stared at the clouds, 'Just like me and Yui.'

"Yeah…" he curved his lips slightly, "she used to wear a costume when waking me up; she's always smiling when talking to me, treating me not as her master but a younger brother; she usually gives me a piggyback when we went for a stroll…" he paused, tears were streaming in his face; his voice dampened when he tried to stifle a cry but failed.

Ritsu gave the weeping a boy a gentle pat in his head, "There… there…" stroking his blonde hair like what older sisters usually do to their younger brothers.

The boy finally settled down, he thanked the redhead much to her embarrassment. Suddenly their ephemeral peace was shattered by a loud, vibrating sound in the boy's pocket. He pulled the phone out from his pocket… oh an Iphone 5 to be exact.

Darn! We didn't even have a phone in the house let alone this kid has such an expensive one!

"My mom's calling me; we better head back to the restaurant now" he stared to Ritsu, implying that they should start walking already. The girl picked up the mascot's head and wore it snugly, "Hai… hai, bocchan. We're heading back now."

"I have a name" he lowered his head before his eyes met the redhead's, "Ooyama Christoff."

"Ku…risu...to…fu?"

"Chigau! It's Christoff, you dummy!"

She scratched her head, finding it too difficult to pronounce the boy's name in a western accent, "Why not let me call you Tofu-kun then?"

"Tofu?" his eyes widened, as if he was struck by a wandering lightning. That nickname was too nostalgic, it was the same nickname used by her former maid.

"What's wrong, kid? Got tired walking?"

"No, I'm not."

She offered her hand again to carry the boy by her shoulders in which he reluctantly accepted, "Sa….ikimashou."

They finally went back to the restaurant, safe and sound, though Ritsu's sulking in the corner, her arms wrapped around her knees. After enduring a long walk with a mascot on, she's really jaded but she didn't regret taking the boy for a stroll.

Standing in front of Ritsu were the boy's parents, thanking her endlessly for heeding her son's request. She waved her hands, suggesting that it's not much of a deal though the couple really insisted to thank her but she politely declined the money they offered as a form of gratitude.

Because of her stubbornness, they decided to keep the money then thanked the redhead again. Before they left, the boy turned around while holding hands with his parents, "Arigatou, onee-chan" he smiled, this time it felt like he was genuinely expressing his gratitude towards Ritsu.

"Come again, Tofu-kun" she tucked her arms beneath her head, watching the boy as he walked happily with his parents, "we'll be waiting for your next visit."

He nodded before they left. After a few minutes, the Ooyama family was nowhere in sight. The brunette poked her friend teasingly, "Wow, Ricchan. I never knew you were really good with kids. You said you hate them but all I see is a kind and caring onee-chan taking care of a total stranger."

Provoked with the brunette's teasing, she automatically whacked the rooster's head, "Shut up, you idiot! I was just doing my job."

"But you know, you could atleast take the money to pay Sawako's debts."

Her friend's words pierced through her heart; it was like her body was about to shatter from the crane's wrecking ball, hitting her at full force. She fell in her knees in disbelief, how could she forget such an important thing? Their working hours could be lessened if she accepted it.

"Ma… ma…" Yui tried to comfort her now disheartened friend by using her wing to gently rub Ritsu's back, "If I were in your place, I'll refuse the money too because a simple joy is not worthy to be given an exact value. Despite how simple and mere it was, money could not even buy it."

"Thanks, buddy." The redhead stood up, dusting any remnants of dirt, "That was very encouraging."

The rooster held her head while laughing softly, "Yadaa… Ricchan…I just felt like saying something cool once in a while."

"Why you-" the dog tackled the rooster's neck, "so you weren't serious when you tried to cheer me up, you dummy!"

Their petty fight came into a halt when the bell chimed, signifying that there are customers entering the establishment. The animals quickly recomposed theirselves, standing firmly on the corner of the entrance while greeting the guests with enthusiasm only to be distracted when they took a good look of the incoming visitors.

"Irasshaima-"

The guests were perplexed by the usherettes' action; perhaps the mascots were bewitched by their beauty and glamour where their radiance was very much appreciated when in formal clothes.

Standing before the mascots were two goddesses, bathing in the angels' triumphs as they clearly implied to the spectators, 'make way for the gods' beautiful creations, mongrels.'

The first one who set her foot on the restaurant was the raven-haired girl. She wore a sleeveless white dress wrapped by a big black belt in her waist; her hair was tied in ponytail while keeping the other strands hanging loosely in the side of her face. Her tall stature was even more noticeable when she wore silver high heels. Yes, she's like an angel who descended from the heavens to mock the earthly beings of how the gods keep a harem of beautiful servants up above.

Standing next to the taller girl was a blonde, almost the same height as the raven-haired girl only that they differ in just a few inches. She wore a baby blue cocktail dress with colorless bra straps clinging to her porcelain-like skin. The perverts will definitely bleed to death just by seeing this blonde walking casually in the busy streets. Her hair was fashioned in a way where starting from the middle up to the tip of the strands were given a wavy-like appearance. She wore crystal-like stilettos, blinding the people who stole a glimpse to her sandals.

The blonde titled her head in a cute manner, inviting the otakus to backflip and scream, 'moe!' She asked, "Ano…. Is there something wrong?"

The mascots didn't answer at first. They were occupied not by the queens' sheer display of beauty but by revenge. At last, time has come for the two to exact their revenge; their souls can now rest in peace after tumultuous months of suffering from the accusation.

"Come in" the dog gestured the girls to follow her lead, "We have a table for two beautiful girls like you." The other animal just followed the queens from the back.

Behind the mascot lies even greater malice, Ritsu's almost succumb to strangling the two yet she wanted to torture them first in their… special service. While the rooster was just waiting to the dog's signal as to when they will execute the act. The redhead led them to a table quite far from the spectators not to keep them away from those prying looks… but to execute their revenge without interruption.

The queens took their respective seats, their hips gracefully swayed as their sacra met the mahogany chairs. Ritsu pulled something between her crotch - an order notebook while Yui gave them the menus. The queens were staring at the menus for a few minutes before they gave the animals their orders.

"I would like to have a crab soup, Shanghai shaomai and green tea please" the taller girl politely requested.

"Then I'll have fried rice, Peking duck and red iced tea please."

Scribbling their orders on her notebook, the dog wrote none except the words REVENGE, REVENGE and more REVENGE. She asked, "Are there any more orders you would like to add?"

The queens shook their heads to indicate that that was all they wanted. The dog dashed to the kitchen while grabbing the rooster's beak by her paw.

"What lively workers do they have here" Mugi remarked in dreamy eyes, "I would love to hire them in one of our restaurants in France."

"Yeah, I agree…" the reserved girl replied, "They will be a good asset in your restaurant."

Ritsu slammed the kitchen's door while laughing frantically; the chef seemed vexed on the action of the newly-hired employees. "This is it! Finally! The gods heeded our prayers!"

"Y-yeah… I wasn't expecting that we will get our revenge soon" the rooster crossed her wings.

"Now, now…" the dog placed her paw on the rooster's shoulder, "We need to get this done before we lose this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Their conspiracy against the queens continued, exchanging ideas and proposing such elaborate details on how to execute the act. The turtle tagged along despite being clueless to the delinquents' plans.

"Omatase shimashita!" the dog approached the queens' table while carrying a plate in her right paw, "Here's your appetizer." She placed the plate in the center then she pulled the lid to reveal the first course of the meal, it was…. Ton-chan.

"….?!"

"Oh, a live turtle for an appetizer?" Mugi gaped while her hands covered her mouth.

Suddenly the brunette rushed to the table, panicking, "Ton-chan's missing! I just left him for a second then he's gone!"

Ritsu squeezed the rooster's beak to shut her cackle. She lifted up the plate then threw the turtle like a wedding bouquet in the corner, "Oh, sorry. That was very embarrassing; my partner must have mixed your appetizer with something else. Please wait for a moment."

Confused with the mascots' stunts, they nodded in agreement. The queens were such kindhearted beings unlike the other elites who were making quite a fuss when the workers made a trivial mistake. The mascots headed back to the kitchen to get the 'correct' appetizer.

"That was a careless mistake! Good thing the owner's not there otherwise we'll be beheaded."

The rooster tried to make an excuse, "W-well… When I was preparing the appetizer, maybe I mistakenly placed Ton-chan in the plate instead of the appetizer."

"Now…" the dog tucked her arms while trying to resume their original discussion, "where are the drinks?"

Yui pulled something from her back then gladly raised the drinks, "Here, here!"

Ritsu smirked, commending the brunette's eagerness in their secret operation, "Good" she remarked, "Now, where's that secret weapon of ours?"

"Ah… you mean that one, Ricchan?" she grinned as she understood what the redhead was asking.

Ritsu laughed menacingly, her paws between her hips which gave the mascot a more sinister and disturbing appearance than ever before. She poured the secret weapon to the queens' drinks, creating a small 'boom' then she carefully mixed the concoction to achieve its maximum effectiveness.

"Now, it's done! All we have to do is serve them their drinks!"

"Yosh… I'll also add it to their food" the brunette suggested, pouring small amounts of the secret weapon to the queens' orders.

After a few minutes, the mascots went to the queens' table once again, bringing with them their orders. Ritsu carefully placed the appetizers first followed by their drinks, "Oh sorry for the wait. Here are your baked clams and drinks" she said in a cheerful tone yet behind the mascot, her mind was laughing hysterically, 'Eat your fill, bitches. We'll see if you can still see the sun tomorrow.'

Yui then laid down the orders to their table. She gave Mio her crab soup and Shanghai shaomai while Mugi had her fried rice and Peking duck.

"Here are your orders, oujo-samas. If you need something, please don't hesitate to call us" they bowed before they left the table.

Behind the corner, the mascots were spying on the queens, anticipating the things that are yet to unfold. The dog was tapping her foot, eagerly waiting for the concoction to take effect. She glanced at the brunette asking how many minutes had already passed.

"It's been thirty minutes, Ricchan" Yui said while glancing back and forth to the wall clock hanging freely in the counter, "I think it's time."

Just as the clock struck one, the raven-haired girl stood from her seat, muttering something to the blonde before she left. It seems that she's going to the restroom.

Ritsu was dying from laughter; she knew that they're one step closer to victory. She held her stomach while laughing hysterically, "This is it! I bet she's going to drop a bomb!"

"I feel sorry for them" the brunette sounded guilty but she gave an elbow drop to celebrate their success, "but there's nothing we can do about it. We have to punish those girls!"

After ten minutes, the blonde stood from her seat then she went to the restroom. The raven-haired girl hasn't returned to her seat; perhaps the concoction was too strong enough to upset her growling stomach. The delinquents were celebrating behind the corner, hugging each other while crying tears of joy. Finally, their long-awaited revenge has been dealt. But this is just the first part; they will be commencing their next operation sooner or later. They are not contented with only one - they wanted to see them suffer like what they had experienced after their first encounter.

Ten more minutes, the queens went back to their seats. They gestured the mascots to ask for a check. Ritsu brought the check to them, amounting to a shockingly, jaw-dropping forty thousand yen!

Holy crap! That's too expensive for a lunch meal!

The blonde pulled something out from her bag - bills of ten thousand yen.

"How was your meal, oujo-samas?" the dog asked while trying to conceal her sinister voice in a cutesy manner, "Did it appease to your liking?"

"Yes…" the raven-haired girl replied, wiping some remnants of food in her lips with a napkin, "it was such a fine meal. Thank you."

"Thank you very much" Mugi joined the conversation, "We enjoyed the meal. We'll make sure to come again."

Cheh, still trying to act majestic despite dropping multiple bombs in your thrones? Such hypocrites!

After their brief exchange of pleasantries, the queens left the restaurant while wearing a faint smile in their face. The mascots lowered their heads to thank the girls, "Thank you, come again!" they waved before the girls went inside the black limousine.

Yui counted the money the blonde inserted in the leather wallet - there was an excess of twenty thousand yen, "Ricchan, look!"

"What is it?"

"There's an excess of twenty thousand yen!"

"Nani?!" the redhead gasped, "Did she miscounted the money accidentally?"

"I don't know" the brunette shook her head, "perhaps she had eye problems or maybe she's bad in mathematics just like us."

"Fools!" a voice interrupted. The delinquents searched the origin of the voice then was surprised to see the owner of the restaurant lying casually on the counter, her head resting on her palm, while whiffing her cigarette, "They don't have impairments, idiots! That money is your tip."

"A tip?"

"Yes, slowpokes. That is the beauty of working here as a waitress. The customers are leaving a fair amount of money to thank the ones who accommodated them all throughout the course of the meal."

"But we didn't do anything really" Yui shrugged.

"Who knows?" she puffed her cigarette through her nostrils, "Maybe they were delighted by your actions?"

"Ano… Owner-sama" Ritsu interrupted, "I don't think we deserve this money. We're going to use this to pay Sawa-chan's debts."

The stern woman stared to Ritsu for a few seconds, then she sighed, "Take that money. The tip belongs to the workers, not to this restaurant. If you really want to pay that Sawako's debts, then work your ass here for a year."

Without much protest, they took the money reluctantly then they went home afterwards.

"Woah… how long has it been since we last slept in this place?" the redhead suddenly felt nostalgic, staring at the small apartment's interior while rubbing her nares.

"About five months, I guess?"

The redhead excitedly jumped on the couch while hugging her favorite pillow, "After all the shit we went through" she buried her face to the pillow, dampening her voice in the process, "I can't believe that we have finally returned home."

"Ma… I'll go prepare something while Ui's not around" the brunette happily suggested, trying to be reliable this time, "what do you like to eat, Ricchan?"

Ritsu sat lazily on the couch, facing the brunette who's waiting for her answer while fixing her ruffled crimson hair, "I guess I want ramen for today."

"Ramen?" she titled her head, puzzled to the redhead's answer, "But you don't have to cook ramen, you just need to pour hot water on it."

"That's the point, silly!" the redhead face palmed herself, "Your cooking is dangerous! Have you forgotten that you almost killed me when you cooked that damn curry of yours?"

"Sonna… that's just in the past" the brunette frowned, "I have improved a lot ever since we stayed in the island."

Ritsu didn't give in to Yui's pleads. She decided to prepare the food herself. Sitting on the couch with a cup in her hands and a lemonade iced tea in the table, she blurted, "Itadakimasu!" She glanced at her friend who doesn't seem to have an appetite, "You're not eating?"

"Yeah… I'm still full." Yui replied while watching her friend enjoying her cup noodles.

"Oh by the way" Ritsu closed the lid for a moment to keep the ramen hot as possible, "where's Sawa-chan's all-purpose seasoning mix?"

The brunette pulled a small bottle out from her pocket; "Here" she tossed the thing to the redhead.

The redhead instantly caught the bottle like a pro baseball player, "Aah… it's still a mystery how Sawa-chan can make something like this." She poured the contents of the small bottle in her ramen, "Even the ugly-tasting vegetables tasted like meat when you mixed it with this."

Ten minutes had passed, the redhead dropped her chopsticks.

"Ricchan, what's wrong?"

Ritsu was sweating profusely. Something's not right! The brunette rushed to her friend's side who was clutching her stomach, agonizing.

"Y-Yui…" she grunted, "my tummy hurts…"

"W-wait, what?" the brunette rubbed the redhead's back gently, "Did you eat something that made your stomach hurt?"

"I-I don't know… it started aching when I poured Sawa-chan's seasoning mix…"

The brunette checked the bottle, it was…. a laxative! 'Oh my goodness! I gave her the wrong bottle! So the one we poured earlier in the girls' food was the seasoning mix?!'

"What's wrong, buddy?" Ritsu asked, trying to mince words despite the overwhelming pain in her stomach, "I-is there something wrong with the bottle?"

"Ano… Ricchan…" she gulped, her hands shaking when trying to show to her friend the bottle, "You poured laxative in your ramen."

"Nani?!" she squalled, "You gave me a laxative?!"

"W-well…" the brunette stuttered, scratching the back of her head while trying to make an excuse, "I guess I mixed them up. Sorry."

"Sorry your ass!"

Ritsu was very furious, but it's too late. She needed to go to the restroom to drop the ticking bomb otherwise she might not get rid of the stabbing pain.

"Damn it!" she yelled, "why's the door jammed in this crucial time?!" She fell on the floor, clutching her stomach while her other hand tried to reach the door but to no avail, "I.. I might not be able to see the sun again" she muttered before she fainted.

The turtle was grinning wildly on the couch while sipping the redhead's lemonade iced tea like a boss. Apparently, he was partly responsible for mixing up the bottles and jamming the door as he secretly smashed the knob with his kunai hidden inside his shell, while the redhead was preparing her ramen. At last, the turtle finally had his first revenge against Ritsu who threw him like a wedding bouquet in the corner of the restaurant.

To be continued.

Some (useful?) information not included in the text:

During the part where the delinquents were mixing the concoction to the queens' food, Ton-chan secretly mixed the bottles making the queen's food more delicious than it was. When Mio and Mugi went to the restroom, the former was just answering a call from her grandfather while the blonde just have herself a retouch, applying powder in her face while dabbing a pink lip gloss in her lips. The delinquents misinterpreted it as dropping enormous bombs in the toilet which really didn't happen at all

A/N:

Sorry for the late update. Enrolment is going on that's why I'm having a hard time to write. Nevertheless, thank you for reading this story despite its OOCness. Likewise, rate and review if you have time. Thank you very much. For the next chapter, it will take a while because of school.