Hey faithful readers. Sorry for the slight delay. I've been a little shaky with everything due to recent problems, but I'm glad I can still stay loyal to this story. If you look at some of my previous works, they took months to get new chapters. It's a big improvement for me.

But let's focus on this chapter. I shall warn you all that this is my biggest chapter up to date peaking in at around 6400 words. Find a comfortable place to enjoy reading this. This chapter is REALLY significant to the plot. So I hope you wish to enjoy it. On the subject of my writing, I will admit I tend to make several errors when writing. Though the kinds of errors I make aren't those found by Microsoft Words. I might type in the a similar word with a different meaning, such as saying the word "think" when I meant to say the word "thing." I'm also guilty for leaving in unnecessary words that I mean to delete. My other mistake is getting confused with present/past verb agreement as I may say "carry" instead of "carrying" and things like the sort. Too bad Word doesn't pick up on them, right? I will say though that lately I've been using some of my fellow writers as editors. They are much better at catching those mistakes than I am.

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Chapter 10: Afternoon Of The Festival

The Geese Howard cosplayer started to feel the stress of Comiket setting in. He looked over his cell phone to see that he didn't have any more time to spend in this section. Bidding farewell to Konata and Patricia, he dashed back into the large buildings. The only thing he was focused on now was getting to and winning the tournament. But the second he entered inside, otakus were cramping every single inch of the displays and vendors.

The afternoon rush had set in. The population had reached its peak and was scrambling more than ever to grab every piece of merchandise. Limited edition items were almost completely gone leaving the stock piled items to be brought to the consumer's attention. It felt like the more the person saw, the more they had to own. Unfortunately, this caused some tension between all of the buyers. Even a few of the promotion cutouts were bent or trampled upon.

Kaito now had to act orderly and gracefully as he moved through all the people. The process of moving so slow through waves of otakus was completely nerve-racking. He feared that he'd lose his manga, or some argument would incite, or his costume might be ripped apart. He wasn't used to walking or standing this much either, so he didn't want fatigue to get the best of him. Especially with the newly promised task of buying risky manga. Well, riskier.

Nearing a flight of stairs, he came across something he had seen too much at Comiket, a line. It was the only thing standing in the way of possible glory, as he could see the large TV they were planning to use to display the contest. The line shuffled slowly, as if there was an artist selling their work at the very last step. Lines were freaking everywhere at this event, it was amazing anything even got done here. He was glad that he had Hiyori as a friend.

Through much irritation though, he had reached the last step. He smiled to see that everything was being set up perfectly. The TV was large, they had used the most up to date version of the game with the best graphics, they were using the top of the line peripherals, and they were matching the speed of the game with the television. It made him smile, as most chains didn't know of the effects high definition TVs had towards rhythm games. It slowed them to a strange motion that would screw up even the most expert of players. He walked up to one of the coordinators.

"Am I just in time?"

"Yes, we'll be starting soon."

"I'm curious to know, how will you be deciding songs and people?"

"The songs will be chosen from a random number generator from numbers 1 to 71. We have thirty-two people in this tournament, so we shall simply go in the order of who signed up first."

"Ah. Thanks."

Kaito walked into the large crowd of players and spectators. Many more people were dressed up in costumes than he expected for this particular event. He itched in anticipation as he would finally be able to see what other guitar players Japan had to offer. Due from the harsh systems in the arcades, he was expecting something very challenging. One of the coordinators stood on stage and everyone focused their attention on her.

"Welcome to Comiket's Guitar Hero 3 tournament. First, we would like to thank all participants for coming to this particular event. Secondly, we would like to announce that today's grand prize winner shall receive a Playstation 3!"

Upon that note, the a piece of cloth was thrown in the air, revealing the black, colossal box in all it glory. "Ooohs" roared from the crowd.

"And the second place winner shall receive 20,000 Yen! Now, let's get this started!" Cheers and applause came from the players and spectators. The coordinator looked upon her clipboard and shouted. "Can I have Yasuhiro Kaito and Suzuki Haro up here?"

"Sweet, that's me!" Kaito thought to himself. He walked up to the stage, strapping on one of the guitars.

But to his dismay, he saw that other person putting the peripheral around his shoulders was a certain Inuyasha cosplayer. As he sighed to himself, Haro gave him a ferocious scowl.

"Hmmf. What you doing here, miko?"

"Just here to play some games and have fun. Problem with that?"

He pointed at Kaito. "You'll never beat me! I'm the best player at my school!"

Kaito sweatdropped. "I doubt there are a whole lot of people who know about this import game…"

"Ok, ok, calm down." The coordinator said. She dug her hand into a large barrel filled with small slips of paper. She pulled out one particular slip out and looked at it. "We will be following the set list first, then the bonus songs. Number…37!"

The two chose their character and scrolled down to the particularly evil song. The cosplayers knew that many people would nickname this song as a wrist-breaker. It had several irritating chord changes around all of the colors. Combine this factor with fast strumming, it was sure to be painful for any gamer. The screen loaded up, showing the lovely graphics of the TV. It was game time.

The beginning was simple; it was quick stream of easy notes between green, yellow, and blue. Both players hit the section with no problem, but it quickly shifted, as notes went from green and red, to combos of red, blue, and orange. The pace quickened up with closer notes and a siege of hammer-ons. Around the time the lyrics started kicking in; Kaito's flawless streak remained in tact.

Haro on the other hand was completely flailing around on the stage. Plunks and screech guitar sounds emitted from his side of the playing field. Even on one of the easier parts, he couldn't keep up a strong multiplier. He was more irritated than ever as a "300 Note Streak!" message appeared on Kaito's side of the screen. After a few seconds, they moved up to one of the more frustrating parts of the song.

It was the chorus that repeated the same lines and notes over and over. It was frustrating physically and mentally as the players had to move their hands seven times within three seconds. And this process would repeat itself at least twenty more times in the entire songs. Kaito was able to keep up with the speed with the occasional miss, but Haro was doing worse than ever.

But at this time, they came up to the slow climax of the song. It started slow, with yellow singular notes. But without warning, it changed to a furious storm of separated chords. A relentless stream of green-yellow, red-blue, and orange-red notes. The crowd looked in awe from the difficulty of the song. The Inuyasha cosplayer was beginning to have the horrible feeling onset arthritis attacking his fingers.

Kaito on the other hand through looked on at the screen with an iron will. He was completely unflinching, only moving two parts of his entire body. Haro was completely stunned as the Geese Howard cosplayer simultaneously moved his pointing and ring finger, synchronizing with the frets of the fake guitar. He was like a statue till the very end of his song.

The end had a picture of Kaito's favorite character posing valiantly on a magazine cover. The score was an impressive near 500,000 compared to the meager score under 180,000. Waves of responses came from the crowd.

"Wow…"

"That cosplayer is really good, he could win this."

"Hope I don't have to play against him."

The Inuyasha cosplayer had only one thing to say to Kaito. "YOU'RE A FREAK!" He stormed off the stage, pouting.

Kaito could simply look back in disappointment. Hopefully the day would improve from there.

At the original point of the long and arduous journey, Hiyori happily began packing away her things. She may have missed a few of the items she had to buy, but it was still worth it. Every single piece of artwork she had created had been sold to the masses. Her wallet was bursting with bills and coins, just like the last Comiket she went to. It made her feel tremendously proud that everyone enjoyed her work. With the table cleared, she happily began to do all of her personal shopping. While she was an artist of doujinshi, she enjoyed indulging herself in other people's self-published work. It was time to splurge with all of her hard earned cash.

She started around the northern part of the east building. Without thinking she had to purchase copies of her favorite seinen mangas and merchandise. From the teachings of her brother, she was able to cycle quickly through all the vendors while keeping her items and money organized. She had a bit more self-control than Konata and didn't need to spend ludicrous amounts of cash.

But that wasn't the only task she had for Comiket. Like all artists, she needed a constant source of inspiration, and this mass gathering of cosplayers was no exception. She smiled devilishly as she walked slowly outside to see all the glorious attendees. With her pencil and sketchpad ready, she was prepared for the absolute best the country had to offer. But the first thing she saw was something she was really unacquainted to.

It was her friends, arguing for once.

"I can't believe you did that!" Patricia yelled. While surprised, Konata kept a constant smirk on her face from the transaction.

"Aww…you shouldn't complain Patty-chan. I was acting like all good cosplayers do." Konata said, relatively smug.

"That was no excuse for what you did! I mean, in front of all those people!"

"But this is something you should be used to. You do this for a living after all."

"Konata, you should consider yourself lucky you don't have to deal with the same kind of problems I do." Patricia said her voice softening as she held her body closely. "You don't have to worry about them."

"Oh Patty-chan…" Konata said comforting. "Trust me; I've thought a lot about if I had larger breasts. Maybe not your size, but breasts in general."

"You aren't helping. All those people were looking at us, I felt dirty for once in my life."

"You'll get used to that feeling." She said confidently.

"I didn't think you'd do such a thing Konata. I thought you would know that another woman's boobs are delicate things."

She smaller girl thought a little bit about that statement. While she was proud of her chest, it was still flat. It was definitely different feeling a large pair of breasts for once. She wouldn't have the same type of stimulation or problems people like Miyuki-san would have to deal with. She sighed as she wrapped her arm around her blonde haired friend.

"I'm sorry, Patty-chan. I'll have to think about these kinds of things before I act."

The Mikuru cosplayer smiled back. "It's ok."

"At least we did our job and distributed all of those flyers!"

They both had a hearty laugh from the situation. But merely fifteen feet away…

"I'm amazed I never saw this sooner." The blue haired girl looked in awe of her friend.

"I've should have seen it from working at the café for so long…" The American girl said back to her native friend.

"It was amazing being able to touch those lovely things."

"Konata, I know you've always wanted to. You are my friend; I couldn't trust anyone else with such a task."

"Patty-chan…working with you for so long and seeing you in so many of those costumes…it's made me think."

"About what?" She asked, advancing towards Konata.

"I've always wanted to try things. Things with such a beautiful girl like yourself."

"I feel the same. Ever since I came to Japan as an exchange student, I wanted to meet a girl as perfect as you who was just like me."

The two reached in closer, Patricia kneeling down to her friend's level. The two looked longingly in each others eyes, like gems glistening on the same necklace.

"Take me."

"As you wish."

The two embraced in passion.

Back towards reality, Hiyori was giddy with joy. She would normally be offended by thinking such thoughts against her friends, Kaito's words echoed through her thread. And fueled by the profit and costumes of Comiket…

She began sketching like mad as drool came down through her lips. "This is too good…I must draw this." She thought, as she was thinking deviously. The meganekko stopped drawing for one second though, to think about the picture. "I hope I can draw long hair and breasts correctly."

After a few hours, the Comiket's video game tournament was in its semi-final rounds. Kaito and another attendee were rocking out to one of the game's classic songs from the seventies. It was during one of the climaxing sections where each contest was bombarded by various triple descending notes. This was one of the perfect songs to define the game. It would move constantly between slow and fast, while displaying the perfect balance of fun and difficulty shown in a rhythm game.

Yasuhiro tilted his plastic guitar as he nailed a challenging trill in order to get more points. He had remembered this song from beginning to end, so he knew every oppotortunity to defeat his opponent. While the other player was skillful, Kaito hadn't missed a single note. His façade was entranced as if he was still playing the song at home. After a long sequence of notes, the song ended after the two characters hit the song's memorable riff. The screen flashed in a lightning bolt as the cosplayer emerged victorious.

Kaito smiled as he placed his guitar down. He extended a hand to his competitor. "Good match."

"Thanks. I never took the time to unlock that song, so I was a bit thrown off."

Kaito smiled as the two walked off the stage, in order to give room for the Comiket officials.

"Alright goers, we shall now be taking a twenty minute break to give our finalists some warm up time. Who shall win between Yasuhiro Kaito and Yagami Hideki? Find out soon!"

After that announcement, a shock hit Kaito's system. He had been having too much at the event, he forgot to pick up the manga he was called to get. He panicked as he fiddled around his loose pockets to find Konata's map. His friend was lucky enough to tell him where the stall was. It made Kaito wonder why his lazy friend didn't go out to the festival in the first place.

Picking it from his costume, Kaito shifted his eyes around the map. He came across a blue X marked on it. He was in luck as the vendor was in the East Building, with a small enough travel distance that it would give him time to spare. During Comiket's evenings nearly all the lines were gone, but otakus still roamed around the area. Most of them would spend their time eating at the nearby shops or going to the evening events.

The boy couldn't risk making any more mistakes now; he had to find that manga. He didn't want to disappoint anyone on this tremendous day. He sidestepped past all the participants, trying to keep on track with Konata's map. After knocking down a Akira Kogami cut out, he looked at a particular stand. He exchanged glances between it and his map. It was a perfect match. He took a deep breath as he walked towards the stand.

"Hello…" He said nervously. "How much are these?"

"There are four different volumes here. Each costs 500 Yen."

He looked down at the strange doujins. His curiosity was overwhelming. "May I look at them?"

"Go ahead." The seller said happily.

Kaito picked up a yellow colored copy of the strange art. As he looked from the beginning, the manga did strangely gain his interest. The plot was mediocre at best, but the artist depiction's of each page was amazing. Every character position was shaded and shined to a full detail. With each progressing page, with the scenes getting more heated as they lead to best parts of the story.

"Not sure what he sees in this stuff." Kaito thought. "At least the girls look nice. Really nice breasts, this artist clearly took his time."

"Do wish to buy it?" He said suddenly.

Kaito twitched realizing he was still reading questionable work in public. He decided to take the best action. "I'll have one of each."

"Ok then, 2000 yen."

Kaito handed him the money as he decided not to focus on the work any more. But thinking about it, he asked a quick question. "Can you put this in a bag?"

The seller nodded and placed all four doujins into a paper bag. He knew people felt shaky about making such questionable purchases.

"Thank you!"

"Thanks…" He said nervously.

He dashed off back to his original purpose. He had to quickly hide away these works, but unfortunately he left all his travel luggage back at the stage. In a sense, he was amazed that everything he could think of would be at this wonderful convention. The people, the games, the copyright materials, this otaku dreamland was a reality twice every year. But as he daydreamed about the work, he forgot a very important thing about dressing up.

Part of his red cloth would drag near the floor. From all the walking, he hardly had noticed this at all. But running put him in a very awkward position. His sneaker made fast contact against his lovely red hakama. He immediately flailed about as his stomach smacked against the hard floor. He groaned in misery and pain as his eyes wondered around the building.

However from his collapse, he clicked as he heard a familiar voice.

"Kaito?"

He stumbled up while feeling completely dizzy from his fall. Focusing his retinas, he saw that the voice calling to him was near his head. It was Kagami.

"Are you ok? I saw you fall down."

"I'll be fine. I just need to get to the competition."

"What is that?"

"There's a Guitar Hero competition here and I'm in the final round. You should go tell everyone."

With that statement, he twisted around as he stretched his muscles. The damage would have to wait as he had something to finish. But from his stretching, Kagami made a particular observation. He was holding on a brown paper bag with a large rip by the top. She tilted her head down to see what had dropped from his bag. But that was a royal mistake.

After he finished stretching, he opened his eyes to see a shaking Kagami. He blinked and tried to talk to her.

"Kagami?"

"You…" Was all she could gather.

"Is there something wrong?"

"You…"

"Problem?"

"You SICKO!" She said with a harpy's screech.

Kaito's face recoiled in horror. Never had he seen such a female so angry in his entire life.

"Why are you buying THIS!" She demanded, shoving the manga cover in his face.

Kaito couldn't react, having to look at that cover again. He would of known Kagami would hate this. For the lady on the cover was very special. She was like most doujin ladies, containing a matching pair of kemonomimi ears and a tail. She continued to follow moe aesthetic wearing a school uniform and wearing a pair of glasses. But her most noticeable feature is what made the tsundere rage the most.

She was fat. The girl on the cover was very overweight. She had a large, supple pair of breasts, partially showing even through the top of the serafuku. Her stomach and behind were also quite detailed from the suggestive pose she was making. Kaito had a horrible churning in his gut. Before saying anything, he good feel the fury emitting from Kagami's body.

"Yasuhiro Kaito I didn't expect you to do something so despicable! Buying this shameless, horrible artwork for your own sick pleasures!"

"Let me explain…" He squeaked out.

"I didn't expect you to do such a thing! I mean, I always knew that Konata cared for strange mangas, but I knew she would indulge in these things! Her dad is living proof!"

"Let me talk Kagami."

"No! How dare you buy something this horrible and objectifying?"

Kaito felt a cloud pouring over his head. "She sure is being dramatic about this…"

"Why would you buy art of overweight people making love! You clearly fooled me Kaito, as I expected you to be a real gentleman! But at heart, you are just a dirty otaku!"

That statement forced some anger out from the boy. "Now wait just a second! I'm buying this for someone!"

Kagami could keep a clear head even with ranting. "Oh yeah? For who!?"

He couldn't give a definite response, so he hoped a hint would satisfy her needs. "You know him! He's from your class!"

"I demand to know who he is, right now!" She said, starving for the answer.

Kaito felt strained, as he couldn't talk. He huffed and looked away from her. "I can't tell you. I'd be a horrible friend if I did so."

"A horrible…" Kagami mumbled as the fury built up inside her. But for a second, she stopped as sick ideas began forming in her head. If Kaito was really about this, did he even care about anyone Kagami knew about? As she began connecting together horrible statements he had made. "Oh, you are evil…"

"What?"

"Have you purposely been making me not work out? Huh? Are you making me gain weight in order to fulfill your sick fantasies? What the hell, are all you men out to fill your desires? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

Kaito had to retaliate. It was the only way tsunderes could get something through their heads. "Damn it, Kagami! I have enough moral fiber to realize what is wrong and what is right! I would never force anything upon you, or Konata or all the rest! What the hell kind of person do you think I am!?"

She sharpened her face as she looked away. She huffed and continued to go on. "A horrible otaku."

Kaito panicked. Even if these facts weren't true, he knew she would spread this information like wildfire. Girls were magnificent rumor spreaders. He had to do something, as for once in his life time in had true girl friends. Even otaku girls like Konata, Patricia and Hiyori would look down on him if they assumed he had a strange sexual fetish.

He looked at the fuming Kagami to see if he could do something. He had to find a chink her armor. But upon inspection, she had something similar to him. A lone plastic bag was drifting around her wrist. It was clearly weighted with wonderful doujins of the artists of this event. This was his oppourtunity.

Without warning he pulled the bag from Kagami's hand. She frantically flailed her body around hoping he wouldn't get it, but to no avail. Her mind and spine felt out of place as Kaito looked through the bag. But keeping her attitude, she angrily blushed and looked away. Kaito's hands trembled as he picked up one of the particular volumes.

He became completely invigorated as he looked at the cover. His voice became intolerably smug as he moved towards Kagami.

"Oh ho ho…what have we here…" He said.

"It's…it's not mine!" She blurted out.

"Gauron and Sousuke, eh?"

"Shut up!" She screamed. "Do you think I would buy something like that?"

He made a delightful grunt from the comment. "Well, you had to." She growled at him intensely. "I already saw you buy everything that Konata needed. And do you really expect me to believe someone like Tsukasa would be able to handle a man on another man?"

Kagami was completely fuming as she watched Kaito smile insidiously. Even though his manga was a touchy subject for her, he discovered her own little fantasies. A class representative and model student like her? Indulging in her desire of yaoi? It was a horrible burden for the twin-tailed girl to be interested in such a taboo thing. Yet Kaito looked at this as a golden lifesaver. But he felt sympathetic that a tsundere like her wanted to keep a "normal" attitude.

He looked down and moved closer to his friend. "Kagami…" He placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't touch me." She said coldly, brushing him off.

"I'm your friend, Kagami. I'm begging you to believe me that I don't look at this kind of thing. I bought it for my friend. Why is it so hard for you to believe that?"

The older twin was absolutely befuddled from the situation. She didn't want to reveal the deredere side of her personality. "I don't know…I just feel like it's hard for me trust you with this manga and all. You know that I worry about myself."

"Kagami, it doesn't bug me at all that you are into this. I don't care how you feel about me from now on. I'm just begging that you don't tell anybody."

She sighed. She didn't know what to think, but the best thing to do would be to play along. "Fine. I won't talk."

He bowed greatly to his female friend. "Thank you Kagami. But beware…" He flicked the copyrighted doujinshi around with his hand. "You know the consequences."

She waved her hand around her face. "Yeah, yeah."

The time had passed and nearly a few steps away from the competition, three female otakus were walking happily during the last few hours of the glorious event. They had a perfect day of doing everything they wanted and even more. Konata felt especially proud though, being able to complete her shopping list thanks to the dedication of her loyal friends. Even the newcomers were able to complete everything efficiently. She would even be able to reap in the benefits of holding her job for a long time. There was only one problem.

"Where'd Kaito and Kagami go?" She asked.

"Kagami did wonder away from us as we went when we went to the Cosplay Corner." Patricia commented.

"Hehehe, she'd of blown her lid of she saw what I did." Konata giggled.

"Oh you don't know the half of it." Hiyori thought, her sketchbook now filled with her ingenious new ideas.

"Don't we have to leave soon?"

"Oh! There's Kaito-kun!" Konata said, pointing in the distance.

The three girls walked up to a very long crowd staring at the large television. She was right, as Kaito was on the stage playing to the last song on the evening. To the side of him was a man with the same amount of focus and dedication he had. He was also in an outfit, but it was different than every other custom-made item. It was a simple business suit, covering him from head to toe. His hair was also dyed blonde, but his hair mopped around his head, with his right eye mainly exposed.

Both of them were playing with great determination as they were mashing away at the peripherals. But the stress Kaito had to deal with was taking his toll. The score was waving in Yagami's favor. But even with him losing, Kaito was able to keep his confidence. He was just happy to be winning in a tournament. He was even playing one of his favorite songs, even if it was incredibly difficult and promoted Satan.

People were in awe even if they couldn't understand the lyrics. They could feel the will and power emitting from the two competitors. Kaito and Hideki strummed away at the confusing notes and cramping three note chords. The main goal each of them had was to keep up their note streaks. The rigorous journey of this popular game tournament was nearing its conclusion.

The track returned to memorable riffed played at the beginning. The singer screamed passionately about promises of rebirth and evil. Upon the last few notes, the two players hit the most memorable power chords of the song. After one quick shift of the hands, the song was over. The results showed that Hideki had won the match by nine thousand points. Kaito sat down in defeat, but atleast he would gain money.

The coordinator raised his opponent's hand in triumph. "And the winner is Yagami Hideki!"

Cheers and applause came from the crowd. But in the back of the gathering, there were different responses.

"Aw…poor Kaito-kun." Konata said. "That game meant a lot to him."

Back at the stage, the official began to speak. "So Hideki, any plans now after winning the event with your new Playstation 3?"

The cosplayer scratched the back of his head innocently. "Well…I actually already own one." Half the crowd nearly face-faulted from the statement. "But I do have proposition."

"What's that?"

"Yasuhiro? Can you stand up?" He asked. Kaito did so without asking, he wanted to see where this was going. "Would you mind if we exchange prizes?"

Those words made Kaito feel revitalized. He was known as a great gaming otaku among his friends, but he never had the best equipment for the title. All he had owned was the Wii and his Playstation 2, but with this opportunity, he could become much more.

He smiled from the humble remarks. "I'd think that would be great." The two exchanged handshakes. This incited more applause from the audience.

The coordinator took this time to comment on their actions. "Isn't this great? The nature of gaming brought together by these graceful competitors! I personally wish to see you for our next Comiket!"

From that statement, more cheers arose from the crowd. But the two men on the stage got drawn into their own conversation.

"Hey man, thanks a lot for the system." Kaito bowed.

"It's no problem. I'm actually quite happy with a cash prize." Hideki said. "But since you own that now, I'd like to ask you a favor."

"Hmm? What's that?"

The winner of the tournament pulled a small slip of paper out of pocket and wrote on it and passed it to Kaito quickly. "When you buy that game, be sure to send me a message. It contains all my information." He slipped off of the stage proudly.

Kaito looked down on the paper looking at the various notes. At least now he would have something to play for the system. As he stepped off the stage, he looked to see his girls all waiting for him. Even Kagami had watched the battle from far away, but she still felt conflicted over the recent incident. He smiled, carrying an extremely large box down the stairs along with all the personal manga he had bought.

"Kaito!" Konata said happily.

Without warning, she gave him tight hug around his waist. Even if he had lost, she had a deep admiration in his gaming skills. The first year students joined in this experience wrapping around their fellow otakus. It should have been the perfect moment for any man in this situation. But through the hugs, Kaito could still see a distressed Kagami. She wasn't particularly excited that her otaku friends could have much more fun than her.

The five of them walked slowly towards the exits. Comiket had ended greatly for Hiyori, Patricia and Konata. The second they would get back home to the Saitama Prefecture, they could enjoy the fruits of the efforts. Weeks worth of fan creations lying in their luggage would keep them occupied. Not to mention, the two cosplayers were sure to earn a bonus from working so hard. And the mangaka had a new source of inspiration for her brilliant works.

Kaito on the other hand, had a great sense of empathy. His tsundere friend felt completely shocked by the event. He had discovered something very personal about her. He didn't question why she joined in with Konata's escapades of buying risky doujins, but now he knew the true reason. Even with her finding that fat-based manga, there were still several positives from the day. But his body just felt corrupted with a horrible shaking feeling. It was as if he opened a cursed treasure chest.

"Yasuhiro Kaito!" A voice screamed from a different side of the building.

The five of them turned their heads to the sound. While everyone was confused, Kaito shamefully placed his hand on his head. It was that damned Inuyasha fan again.

"You have ruined my honor as a gamer and as a man!"

"Is he serious?" Kagami thought. "What did you do to him Kaito…"

"What the?" Hiyori thought.

Kaito wasn't in the mood for play, so he spoke dryly. "Listen. I beat you in a game and I don't like the same things you like. Get over it."

He sneered as he looked over the group. "You don't understand anything. My honor is all I care about! That's why it is a shame to lose to such a heathen as you!"

"Heathen?" He questioned.

"Hanging out with a loli midget and a gaijin, you really don't have any pride, do you?"

"Midget…" Konata mumbled bitterly.

"Gaijin…" Patricia thought hurtfully.

"What kind of otaku is he?" Hiyori questioned.

"Listen, you idiot. Pride is a sin. And people like you who look down on others just because they look different isn't the otaku way! The true way that promotes friendship and creativity, and not this idiotic stuff about my anime is better than your anime. You are mad!"

"That's right!" Konata ranted.

"You listen to him, idiot!" Hiyori said, strangely inspired.

"Fine then." Haro said. He lifted his large, plastic sword over his head. "Have at you!"

He screamed vigorously as he charged towards Kaito. But the Ryoo students were completely perplexed there would be such a human acting this way. They didn't know how to react, but either way, they were irritated. Kaito looked blankly as he looked at his friends.

"Should I beat him up?" He asked plainly.

"You really shouldn't." Kagami imposed.

"Destroy him!" The female otakus chanted.

As the Inuyasha cosplayer moved in for the attack, Kaito already knew what he was going to do. The group already did most of the work for him, as they were walking besides the wall of the building. At full speed, he was ready to possibly hurt Kaito for his petty reasons. A few seconds from contact, the Geese Howard cosplayer simply moved back a step. He extended his left foot thusly.

Within that small time frame…an echo was heard in the building. There was a large thud as the boy tripped over Kaito's foot and straight into the wall. The contact was incredibly damaging, but brief. He began to flail around wildly like a fish gasping for air. He was holding onto his skull hoping he didn't have any permanent damage dealt.

The students looked at him plainly and decided not to move along. While the otakus felt a new source of pride, Kagami simply went with the flow. The passion that these people had clearly could not be controlled. Even if was strange, emotional, trivial, inspiring, dirty, or amazing, their obsession could not be rivaled.

But from that action, Kaito could leave the festival with a smile on his face.

Wow...that was long. Hopefully this little twist would be giving you readers the conflict you've been looking for. I just hope I can still consider this a T rated story will all the naughty talk. And if you can name several of references though in this chapter, I will definitely applaud you.

Thanks again! I'm going to have a lot more to work with now.