Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Demashitaa! Powerpuff Girls Z anime.

The story line and any mentioned OCs are my ONLY property.

This merely serves as a means of entertainment for the viewers!

(Warning: This story is rated T; it may include violence, vulgar language, and minor suggestive adult themes.)


Narrative / Third Person's P.O.V.

The rather warm and humid air began to envelop Tokyo today; the season of summer coming closer as the days go by. It was the time for vacation for everyone, mainly young kids and teenagers. A perfect time for anyone to have a moment of relaxation.

That is, if you aren't superpowered human being.

Our heroines have remained inactive for a total of three days, barely leaving their rooms for that span of time. And although their equally powerful counterparts were busy with their own businesses, they all remained alone.

During their most recent mission, they were all left sore and tired. Little did they all know, the task that they had in hand seemed to be too much as their tactic was proven to exhaust them. And although they were able to fool everyone who was not in on their secret objective, they were no exception to sickness as they were all left feeling fatigued as soon as they had arrived at their headquarters.

But fortunately for them, their mission was proven to be a success for both the organization and for their main leader, the Professor. As for the citizens involved in this incident, it was later known that several people have been injured and many buildings had major damages. But on the bright side, nobody had died nor was anyone in any critical condition due to this. The mayor, as always, had funded for the repair of the buildings affected.

All was well for the people of Tokyo as they all had witnessed the return of their superhero trio, the Powerpuff Girls Z. However, it made their task more difficult due to the fact that everyone now knows that the girls are fine and are not missing as rumors had said. And if everyone knows that their heroes would be there to protect them, who knows how much more attacks the organization will make towards them and the city?

And because they were now fully aware of the consequences of switching back and forth from being a villain and a hero, they had to be more careful of their actions from now on.

However, their mission is still going, and their time is running out.

"Ugh," Butterfly groaned. "Please tell me you guys have already gotten better." Butterfly said through her ear piece, talking to both of her friends as she laid on her bed, placing a hand under her head to support it.

"Yeah, not really," Bloom replied through the device. "The medicine that their nurse left isn't really helping."

"Tell me about it."

"I seem a bit better," Bright said. "I'm still getting a bit of a headache but I can practically walk more easily now."

"Since you don't really get sick often, I'm not surprised." Butterfly replied. "Me and Momoko, on the other hand, are always getting sick."

"Yeah," Bloom said, giving a soft chuckle on the other hand. "But for me, I'm the one who always gets sick. However for you, Kaoru, you're very healthy and always in shape."

"I'm fully aware."

"But you're always getting injured that's why you're getting more prone to different kinds of illnesses."

"I know, and it sucks." Butterfly replied, letting out a frustrated sigh.

Giggling on the other end, Bright slowly sat up, leaning against the head of the bed. "Well, can we somehow get our mission to progress? I mean, it's just that I think that as time goes by, more and more agents are coming to this place, and it might be a major threat. We need to at least do something."

"We should be doing anything right now to get more information on this place, but we can't" Butterfly replied. "We can't exactly move in the condition we are in."

"Well, not exactly." Bloom said. "There is still a way."

"I don't like the way that you said that." Butterfly replied, a bit uneasy.

"Why not?"

"You're using that tone which means you have something going on in that big brain of yours."

"That's because I have a plan."

"Remember the last plan you had?" Butterfly asked. "It made us practically bed-riden."

"Well, how was I supposed to know that this would happen?" Bloom defended. "At least we didn't get caught in the act. And if we did, our whole mission will be ruined."

"That's true, but we have to be more careful. We might end up in a hospital in the end."

"I know," Bloom replied, biting her lip in nervousness. "It's my fault, I'm sorry."

"Nobody knew that this would happen, don't be so hard on yourself, Momoko." Bright comforted. "And besides, your plan worked. It might not had ended well for us, but it's okay. We both trust you, right, Kaoru?"

"Yeah," Butterfly replied. "Just make sure that your plan isn't crazy again."

Chuckling, Bloom smiled on the other hand. "Trust me, it'll just be simple."

"Then what do you have in mind?" Bright asked.

"Well, it'll mostly be you doing the work, Miyako." Bloom said. "I won't force you to do it if you don't want to. We could just do it together once we're all better."

"What do you mean?" Bright asked.

"It means that you'll be doing this mission on your own."

Hearing about this, Bright's heart began to beat faster. She had never really been on a solo mission before. Sure, she had defeated a villain or two on her own but for her to actually be alone to do this has made her nervous.

Fighting was a little more difficult when you're alone, but it isn't impossible for her. However, being sneaky is not her specialty.

She was basically the one that stands out the most out of the three of them. It was a bit hard for her to actually to blend in. And when she is tasked to do something that was practically secret, she often gets really skittish.

It was definitely not her forte.

"Miyako? You still there?" Bloom called out, making Bright snap out of her thoughts as she had seemingly dozed off all of a sudden.

"Uhm, yeah?"

"Are you okay?" Butterfly asked. "You've suddenly gone quiet for a while."

"Oh, sorry about that." Bright apologized. "It's nothing, I was just thinking about something."

"What were you thinking about?" Bloom asked.

A bit taken aback by her sudden question, Bright began to clear her throat; her nervousness seemingly getting worse by the minute. "O-oh, it's n-nothing important, really. Just something completely random."

"Uhm, okay?" Bloom said, a bit confused as to why her friend was stuttering. Certain that her friend was actually telling the truth, she decided to just shrug it off. "Anyway, are you okay with that?"

"Okay with what?"

"With doing the mission alone?"

"O-oh, that, right. Uhm..."

"Are you sure you're alright?" Bloom asked, getting more concerned for her friend. "It seems like there's something off."

"No! I-I'm fine, really."

"You don't really seem fine." Butterfly said. "Not from this end at least."

"I'm completely fine," Bright replied, a bit more composed. "I promise."

Though Bloom was still suspicious about Bright's behavior, she had decided to just it slide once more. "Well, if you're perfectly fine, are you willing to do the mission?"

There was a long pause just as Bloom asked that, but after hearing Bright seemingly clearing her throat, she replied, "Yeah, I'll do it."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm ready for anything."

"That's the Miyako we know." Butterfly commented. "Who knew that our little baby would grow so fast?"

Hearing her teasing remark, Bright couldn't help but pout. "I'm not a baby anymore, you know."

"I know, I'm just messing with you." Butterfly replied, laughing. "But all joking aside, what is she supposed to do anyway, Momoko?"

"It's pretty easy, actually." Bloom said, sitting up on her own bed. "Miyako will just have to get some books from the library."

"From the what now?" Butterfly asked, confused as to what she had just said. "Did you say library?"

"They have a library here?" Bright asked.

"Well, I'm pretty sure there is. Unless Brick gets his books from the dozens of Public Libraries down the streets of Tokyo." Bloom replied, a bit sarcastically. "I mean, where else would he get the hundreds of books that he reads every single day?"

"Wait a minute, he reads?" Butterfly asked. "Man, and I thought that all three of them were dumb."

"I wish he was dumb so that we don't have to endlessly fight over the littlest things!" Bloom exclaimed. "He can be so stubborn that it gets annoying sometimes."

"Smart guys don't back down, huh?" Bright asked.

"No, they don't." Butterfly answered. "I've experienced it first hand when I dated that guy from my Biology class."

"But aren't they your type?" Bloom asked, a bit dumbfounded.

"Hell no, I hate dating smart guys." Butterfly replied. "In all honesty, I want to be the one that seems smart when I'm dating someone so that I get to wear the pants in the relationship. That's why I prefer the good ones."

"So you like the dumb ones?"

"Not exactly dumb; just someone mature enough but not really as smart as me."

Laughing in response to Butterfly's statement, Bloom finally lets out a smile despite the condition she was in. "And at first I thought that all you care was muscles."

"Yeah, I've never really expected that from you, Kaoru." Bright said, giggling. "Considering that you first dated that one guy from the soccer team. And don't you remember the time when you had a crush on that blonde guy back in middle school?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. But it turns out that bad boys are the fucking worst. That guy that I dated cheated on me; that's when I swore never to date another one again."

"They're not exactly the worst." Bloom pointed out. "It can be a bit challenging and fun for the most part. I guess it just kind of depends whether they're really serious in a relationship or not."

"I know, it was good while it lasted." Butterfly said. "But the way that it ended was just bullshit."

After hearing her friend's thoughts about relationships, Bright couldn't help but let out another giggle. "Well, at least you know what you want in a guy." She said. "But I think that we need to focus on the mission right now?"

"Oh right, the library." Butterfly said. "Can I ask why Miyako needs to go there?"

"Well, let's just say that I might have found something interesting." Bloom replied, rather mischievously. "It may be useful, but we just have to find out to make sure."

"What did you find?" Bright asked.

"Or more importantly, how did you find this thing you're talking about?" Butterfly added. "You might have just dug through Brick's stash of porn magazines under his bed."

"Kaoru!" Bloom reprimanded. "Why would I even bother looking through his stash?"

"So he does have one?"

"How the hell should I know?!"

"Doesn't he talk about it? Leaves it scattered on the floor? Or like shows you and kind of starts flirting with you?"

Raising her eyebrow at Butterfly's statement, Bloom noticed something off with what she had said. "Are you sure we're talking about Brick here or someone else?" Bloom asked. "Because I'm pretty sure that you're talking about Butch."

As a loud groan was heard from the other line, Bright let out a soft giggle. "He's already driving you crazy, huh?"

"Clearly!" Butterfly replied. "It's been like three days since we last talked but I can barely sleep whenever he stays up late! I could hear his snoring from over here for fuck's sake!"

"It looks like someone needs some much-needed rest." Bright said. "Who knew that one week with him could do this much to you?"

"How much more if it was a month?" Bloom asked jokingly.

"I'd be dead, that is what's going to happen." Butterfly replied, groaning. "Can we just get this over with? So that I can just sleep this headache off?"

"You're right, all three of us need some sleep." Bloom said. "But for you, Miyako, I'm sure that this won't take long."

"What do I have to do?"

"You see, I've been having trouble in trying to sneak into Brick's room and kind of find something useful for us. But for the past few days, he hasn't been going out of his room to do missions or stuff like that. He was practically just staying here, checking up on me every once in a while, and doing God knows what."

"You're not the only one." Bright replied. "I don't think any of the brothers have gone out. Has Butch done some missions yet?"

"Not that I know of." Butterfly answered. "I don't think he has left the room."

"That's what I was concerned about at first." Bloom said. "I was getting the feeling that they're waiting for us to make a move; they're getting suspicious. But fortunately, Brick told me that he was going on a mission this morning. As soon as he left the room, I immediately started looking through his stuff."

"Which leads us to the previous question: What did you find?" Butterfly asked.

"I found this little note in one of his books." Bloom said, fishing out a piece of parchment from her pocket. "By the looks of what's written on it, I thought it was just a bunch of letters and numbers that he uses as a reference to any important part of a book or something. But as soon as the word reference came to mind, it was then that I finally concluded what it was. It's a call number!"

"So it corresponds to a certain kind of book?"

"Exactly!" Bloom exclaimed. "If we can somehow get our hands on those books, then maybe we'll have something to investigate."

"But what if it's just some useless junk? I mean, why would even Brick have access to that kind of stuff?" Butterfly asked.

"I guess we'll just have to find out. And if it is anything interesting, I'll contact the professor immediately about it." Bloom said. "So, Miyako, are you up for it?"

"It seems harmless so I guess it's okay." Bright replied. "And professor hasn't exactly given us a mission. We can't just stand here even if we're in this state so I think it's worth a shot."

"Now we're talking." Butterfly said. "Be sure to update us on what you're doing. We still want to make sure that you'll be alright down there."

"She's right. So if something happens, we'll be right there." Bloom added. "Be careful, okay, Miyako?"

Giggling, Bright began to fix her gloves, giving it a light tug before saying, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."


Bright's P.O.V.

2:37 pm.

After taking down the last three set of numbers that Momoko gave, I was finally ready to start the mission. After she gave me the plan, I began to fix everything, including my clothes and all of the gadgets that I needed.

And as I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but let out a big sigh.

To be honest, I am still a bit nervous. This job might be simple but as I began to think about this even further, hundreds of bad scenarios began to flash in my mind.

Like, what if I get caught? What if the girls weren't able to save me in time? Would I die from the punishment if I was caught in the act? Will the mission fail if I mess up? Will I be able to do this?

There's just so many things that could go wrong!

I may sound a bit frantic by this point but it's just that I'm always cautious about what I do. But sometimes, like right now, I tend to get too cautious about everything. It hinders me from doing certain things, making me anxious with every move that I make.

But today, I need to overcome that.

I looked at myself in the mirror once more, letting out another sigh. But as soon as I did, I started to grip the ends of my vest as I tried to relax my body. I circled my neck around and began to straighten my back as I stretched both of my arms.

After that, I firmly planted both of my hands on top of my vanity.

"You can do this," I told myself, staring intensely at my own pair of dark blue orbs. "You're not that baby girl anymore. Show them that you've grown, and that you're not weak. Prove them wrong."

Breathing in deeply, I was finally able to feel calm and collected. And as I began to regain my composure, I let out a tiny smile before realizing what I had just garnered just now.

Confidence.

As I walked towards my door, I slowly turned the knob, opening it wide enough for me to get a glance of Boomer's room. Looking around, it seemed like nobody was there. Nothing seemed to be out of place as I was able to check everything.

That's a bit odd.

As I fully opened the door, I carefully stepped into his room. And as I was completely able to look at his room, I was able to confirm that he really wasn't there.

I wonder where he is?

It wasn't like him to just go out without telling. He'd often knock and he'll almost immediately say what he was going to do even if I wouldn't respond. For him to suddenly disappear is just weird.

But I guess it's really not much of a surprise by this point.

Momoko did say that they were getting suspicious, and I guess that this is enough proof. And what else would I expect? His exact words were, "I'm evil, remember? Always have, always will be."

It's not up to me to change him anyway.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I instantly started to head towards the door. If he was gone, then I bet it was for a mission. And if I'm lucky enough, I'll be able to get back before he even notices.

As I exited the room, I immediately saw Sedusa standing in front of her room. She leaned against the door as she placed her hand on her hip. With her free hand, she had her phone up to her ear, talking softly, but audible enough for me to hear.

"Since we don't really know where the library is, you're going to have to ask other agents about it."

Recalling Momoko's exact words made me tense a bit, but as soon as Sedusa placed her phone back in her pocket, I could feel a sense of relief as I made my way towards her.

"Hey, Sedusa," I called out, making her look towards my direction. "Do you have a minute?"

She raised her eyebrow at me, clearly confused about the sudden conversation. However, her eyes said otherwise as it showed a hint of interest in them. "Sure, I've got time. What do you need?"

"I just need to know where the library is." I replied nonchalantly as I crossed both of my arms over my chest. "Do you where I can find it?"

"May I ask why?" Sedusa asked, a bit baffled by my question. "It's a very odd question to ask, quite frankly. It's not every day that I hear about an agent wanting to go there."

"Oh, it's nothing important, actually. My sister just kind of forced me to find some books for her to read since she's not really feeling well."

"I see," She said. "All three of you were with the boys on that one mission with the Powerpuff Girls, am I right?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Well, I don't blame you for being in that condition. Those brats can give you a hard time when they're serious in fighting. But three days seems pretty serious, don't you think?"

"Kind of, it has been a very rough week for us." I replied. "They'll get better in no time. I'm just lucky enough to finally be on my feet right now."

"You are lucky indeed," She said. "Not only because you've recovered early, but because you've got to fight against those three pests. Not all of us get to do that, even for S-ranked agents."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just rare for any agent to get a mission that requires them to face the Powerpuff Girls. For Mojo, he's always fighting them to just test out his machines. I'm pretty surprised that the boss lets him. But for the rest of us? It's not that easy to land a mission like that. And if anyone gets that task, it's like giving us an honorary title."

"Because it proves that you're important to the organization, right?"

"Precisely!" She exclaimed. "Be grateful for that. First two weeks and you've already got to see them. That's something extraordinary right there."

"I guess so." I replied. "Have you fought them ever since this place started?" I asked. The memory of fighting Sedusa seemed a bit fuzzy to me, so I had no idea if we had encountered her for the last five years.

"No, I haven't." She answered. "I don't really mind. I don't think I'm ready for that yet. And besides, once it is finished, then it'll be worth the wait."

"Once what is finished?"

Her eyes suddenly went wide, seemingly taken aback by what she had just said. "Uhm... T-The... Uh..."

Hearing her stutter made me raise my eyebrow at her. "The what?"

"The, uhm... The n-new weapon kit I've been working on, o-of course!" She said, nervously. "Nothing special, just that!"

I looked at her with doubt as sweat began to run down her face. I could interrogate her about this, but there was something more important than this.

Letting this conversation slide, I brought back the previous topic. "Okay then, good luck with that." I said. "But, the library, remember?"

"Oh right, I forgot about that." She replied, seemingly relieved by the change of subject. "It's on the ground floor. Once you're at the Training Room, take a left. Once you're there, take the fourth door on your right."

"Got it," I said. "Thanks."

"Anytime," She replied, smiling. "Come to me whenever you've got some questions. Especially when you need directions; we all know how your roommate can be a little dim-witted sometimes."

Chuckling, I just nodded in response. "I'll keep that in mind."


Narrative / Third Person's P.O.V.

After both ladies said their goodbyes to each other, Bright immediately made her way towards the elevator. As she pressed the number one button, it took her a few seconds before reaching her destination. As soon as the elevator stopped, she carefully stepped out and began to recall Sedusa's words.

'First, the training room.' She thought to herself, pacing quickly as she was met with the door marked T.R. 'Now a left, and the fourth door on the right.'

Following the given directions, Bright was finally able to get to the library. Looking at the dark maroon colored door, the word 'welcome' was inscribed in the very middle of it. While on the bottom, the words 'No need to knock' were written in fine print.

"This is it." She said, placing her hand on the doorknob. As she twisted it, she was left speechless as her eyes seemed to be as wide as saucers.

The library was humungous; hundreds of shelves containing thousands of books stood at about 12 feet tall. On the ceiling, a small piece of wood was hung above each aisle, labeling each one according to their type. And in a few aisles, there was at least one agent that was fixing the books.

Near the entrance, multiple tables with wooden chairs were arranged orderly, having a small group of about four people sitting on one of the tables. And on the ceiling was a large chandelier giving out a bright yellow light, illuminating the whole library.

It seemed so old compared to the other parts of the building, but it was still beautiful in its own way.

Bright was left standing there, seemingly glued to the floor as she looked around. To her, it is as though her eyes were deceiving her. She was never really a fan of libraries or books for that matter, but the aesthetic of this place has left her in awe. It was almost like there were no flaws in its structure; the same as a perfectly drawn painting.

If this is the reason why her friend, Momoko, is an avid reader, she's not surprised.

Though Bright seemed to be in a trance for a minute, she was suddenly brought back to reality when a voice was heard from the hidden device in her ear.

"Miyako, are you there?" Bloom asked, making Bright jump a little.

Regaining her composure, she turned on the mic on her device. "Yeah, I'm here. I've just arrived at the library." She replied in a soft voice.

"Good, are there any staff members there? Or any other agent?" She asked, making Bright scan the room, counting each and every person in the room.

"There are four agents in here reading, while there are about three staff members here that I can see." She replied. "This place is huge, Momoko. How am I supposed to find the books when there are literally thousands of them?"

"Don't worry, there's a trick in finding the books." Bloom said. "Are the books arranged by genre?"

"Yeah, they are." Bright confirmed as she began walking around. She made sure to keep her distance, just to make sure that no one could hear her talking.

"What is the first genre on the far left?" Looking over her shoulder, she immediately saw the aisle labeled 'General Works.'

"It says General Works"

"Okay, good, since that's the first genre, it means that they started labeling them there. What are the first two letters of the first code?"

"They are the letters Q and B "

"Then that means that the book is located somewhere in the science section." Bloom said. "Or more specifically, the study of astronomy."

"So, like the stars and the solar system?"

"Exactly."

"What does that have to do with our mission though?" Bright asked. "I mean, how is it related to anything in this place?"

"I don't really know, but I do think it's a bit odd for Brick to be interested in knowing about the galaxy and things like that." Bloom replied. "Unless I just don't know what kind of stuff he's in to."

"Well, we'll just have to find out." Bright said. "Do you have any more advice? I don't really go to libraries as much as you do."

"True, but don't worry, locating books is actually pretty easy." Bloom started. "The call number that I gave you has basically three lines. But I think that the way you listed it is different, right?"

"Yeah, but I separated each set with a space. It isn't really lined up but I could still distinguish it since it's in little groups."

"Okay, that's good to hear." Bloom said. "So, just to give a brief explanation, let me just explain the different sets of numbers and letters."

"Alright then, I'm listening."

"So, the first line is basically either a single letter or two letters; this indicates the genre of the book. The second line, which consists of numbers, usually just indicates the specific topic of a book. The third line is normally a combination of letters and numbers with the addition of a decimal; the letter is usually the first letter of the author's last name. And finally, the last one is the year of publication."

"That's a good tip but I think It will still going to take long for me to find them, considering that you gave me five different call numbers." Bright replied. "I just snuck out since Boomer wasn't there. He might get suspicious once he finds out that I'm not there."

"Don't worry, I'll help you." She said. "How many subjects can you see?"

Looking around once more, she stood on her tip toes as she tried to see the labels hanging from the ceiling. "About fifteen or more, I can't really see that far back."

"I see, well, the sets of numbers aren't really that high so maybe they'll be near. And besides, It's not like the books are that many."

Sighing, Bright began to dig into her pocket, taking out the piece of paper from before. Looking at it, she couldn't help but sweatdrop.

'The call numbers are thirteen digits long...' She thought to herself. 'Since this place is so huge, how many books do I need to go through just to find these five?'

"Uhm, Momoko."

"Yeah?"

"Isn't there like someone in the library that can search any book with the call number using the computer?"

"Yeah, usually there is." She replied. "But the thing is, if those books are confidential, they might get suspicious too."

"You've got a point." Bright said. "But how am I going to leave with those books without anyone noticing?"

"Well, that's where your compact comes in handy." Bloom started. "I don't need you to bring the books, I just need you to send me a picture of the title of the book and the author. With that, I can give it to the professor to download me a copy of it and then send it back to me."

Feeling a sense of relief, Bright began to relax. 'I guess this wasn't that difficult after all.'

"I better get started then," Bright said, looking through the numbers on the paper.

"Wait, Miyako."

"Why?"

"Are there any security cameras around?" She asked, a bit worried.

Fortunately for them, there wasn't. "No, there aren't."

Hearing a sigh on the other end, Bright giggled. "You don't have to worry about me, Momoko. I'll be fine." She said. "And by the way, where is Kaoru?"

"She's sleeping." Bloom replied. "I'll try and wake her up later. Don't forget to update me on your progress, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll keep in touch."

"Okay then, I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, see you, Momoko." Bright said.

"Yeah, good luck." And with that, a soft beep was heard from her end, meaning that Bloom had already turned off her device. As Bright turned off hers, she began to look over the piece of parchment in her hand.

"Off to the science section, it is."


After a total of twenty minutes of trying to find the five certain books that she needed, Bright was able to locate four of them. She stood in the Technology aisle, taking out a thick brown book from the shelf. As she took a picture of the fourth book, she looked at her watch in worry.

'It's already 3:00 pm.' She thought. 'What if Boomer is already there? There's no doubt he's going to be suspicious once he finds out that I'm not there.'

As she sent the picture to Bloom, Bright took out the paper once last time, looking at the piece of paper she held in her hand. "XF 1904 .J23 20XX" She read, softly enumerating each line. "I wonder what that means."

Pressing a small red button on her ear piece, a sudden female voice came through the device. "Hey Miyako," Bloom started "I've just received the message you sent me. I'm guessing that you need help with the final book, right?"

"Correct," Bright replied, giggling. "It's funny to think that I don't need to explain something since you already know it, it's pretty impressive."

"Well, sometimes it can be a pain."

"How so?"

"For starters, I tend to get worried more about certain things. I vision certain outcomes in my mind and I just grow anxious, afraid that a negative result will happen in the end."

Giggling, Bright placed a hand on her hip as she smiled on the other end. "I've noticed this for a while now, but I don't think that the high IQ that the Professor gave you isn't that different from your normal self."

"What do you mean?" Bloom asked.

"I mean that you're already smart, Momoko. Anyone would want to be you!" Bright said. "Some girls are too stupid for their own good. And besides, being smart can actually be pretty attractive nowadays."

"Yeah, right," Bloom replied. "I'm not really interested in boys anymore. I've gotten over that already."

"I know, and I think it's for the better. Those books you read have paid off ever since high school started."

"Well, speaking of books, I think there's something wrong with the code that I gave you."

Bright was suddenly confused at her friend's words. As she plastered a more serious expression on her face, she asked, "What do you mean?"

"Here's the thing," Bloom started. "That final code's first line doesn't correspond to anything in the database."

"Are you saying that it's not in any of these shelves?"

"Not exactly," Bloom said. "It doesn't correspond to any known genres in the LC classification. I've tried everything just to find out something about it but I found nothing. However, since the first letter is X, that makes it easier to find."

"How so?"

"It technically means that it might be in the very last sections in the library, right between the V and Z shelves. Those genres are Naval Science and General Information Resources respectively." She explained. "It's just a guess, but seeing that it doesn't correspond to any known classification, I'm pretty sure that this book might be something that they, themselves, have created."

"What do you mean by they?" Bright asked. "Like an agent? Or maybe even the boss?"

"That's right," Bloom confirmed. "It might be their own books, which means that it might be vital to our own investigation."

Though it could not be seen by the red-headed leader, Bright nodded in response, taking in Bloom's advice. "Alright then, I'm on it." She said. "I'll contact you later."

"Okay, good luck."

Turning off her device, Bright began to run fast as she tried to find the right shelf that held the book that they needed. Though she stood in a spot that was near her target, Bright still looked through every aisle, double-checking everything so that she didn't miss one single detail. But after confirming that it wasn't in the aisles at the very front, she began to go in deeper, the light from the chandelier beginning to dim as she walked further into the tall wooden shelves.

Looking to her left, she saw the aisle where she came from, seemingly about four columns farther from her. 'That means I'm getting close.'

As she sped through the aisles, Bright was suddenly caught in between two aisles. She stood between the section that was labeled Miscellaneous, while the two surrounding aisles were the last two genres as Bloom had said before.

"...right between the V and Z aisles."

Looking around, Bright finally realized that the place she ended up was pretty dim, but bright enough for her to look over the books that were just in front of her. And just at the end of the shelves was a dark wooden wall, meaning that she had reached the very end of the library. "Here goes nothing."

Taking out the small piece of paper, Bright began to look through the hundreds of books on the shelves, constantly checking the code whenever she got confused. As she was finally able to find the right book, she got curious as the book was located at the very bottom of the shelf, all dusty and seemingly untouched.

It was thick, its pages having a dark brown color, probably due to the rather old condition of the book. Its cover was a dark shade of maroon, quite a bit of dust enveloping the whole thing. However, the one thing that made Bright interested in the book is that it didn't have a title. Instead, there were two bold letters that were on the very front of it.

"H.J.?" Bright read, raising her eyebrow at the book. "What does that mean?"

Reaching for the book, she yanked it out of the shelf, causing all of the dust to stick to her clothes. "Oh God."

As she held the book in her hand, Bright desperately tried to clean her clothes with her other hand. With her distracted, she didn't notice the sound of gears moving as a secret passage began to open behind her. She was only made aware of this as a loud thud was heard, making her turn her head quickly towards the direction of the noise.

"What is that?" Bright asked herself in a soft voice.

Looking down at the book, she began to feel nervous. She was afraid to go into the secret opening that had just appeared, but she knows that this might help them in their investigation. Breathing in deeply, she decided to be cautious about this as Bright began to turn the pages of the book. But as she looked over every page, she became confused as there were no words in the book!

"Why doesn't it have anything written on it?" She asked, desperately trying to find even a single word on the book. As she seemingly wanted to give up searching, Bright finally found a passage that was in the first few pages of it.

Beware the consequences of meddling

For we hurt without moving

We may harm people without even touching

We bear both the truth and the lies

However, thou shall not judge us by our size

When the ethereal form's gleam is new, we cannot be seen at all

But its shine steadily grows with each night fall

And as it looms over the wall

Bask in the sound of the wolf's lone call

Reading the text over and over again made Bright even more confused. "What does this mean?" She wondered, but wasting no time, she immediately grabbed her phone and quickly took a picture of the mind-puzzling message.

Turning around, she was met with the dark hallway that didn't seem to end. As Bright held the book closer to her chest, her breathing began to come out evenly. Her heartbeat quickened with every passing second, it was as if she was experiencing a heart attack.

'There are only two options here,' Bright thought. 'Either I go in, or I leave.'

As she debated with herself, Bright slowly began to feel herself being pulled in, seemingly being attracted like a magnet. She took small steps closer towards the door, trembling in fear as she breathed in faster. And as soon as she stepped foot in the dark corridor, a rather eerie feeling overcame her.

"What is this place?" Bright wondered, wandering further despite the fact that she can barely to see anything. If it wasn't for the chandelier light from behind, she would've been walking in blind.

Thinking smartly, she took out the compact from her belt, using a backup flashlight installed in it. Though it was small, it was enough for her to see where she was going. "That's better."

As Bright walked in deeper, the illuminated pathway revealed a fleet of stairs leading downwards. She stopped, examining it before looking behind her. She wanted to make sure that no one could see her, the last thing she wanted was getting caught by someone. And fortunately for her, nobody was there.

Mustering up her courage, Bright began to walk down the dusty staircase.

'How come whenever I pull out a book from somewhere, seemingly bad things like this happen?' Bright thought, sighing. 'I might be cursed or something.'

As she walked down, she saw another hallway. But unlike what was on top, it had a door on each side. Other than that, it remained dusty and dark.

Bright then began to feel excited for some reason, making her confused for a second. She was intrigued, desiring to know what was behind those closed doors. However, looking down at her watch, Bright was made aware of what she must be careful of.

Causing suspicion.

She slowed down for a bit, the clicking sound of her heels dissipated. Shining the light over towards the door to her right, Bright firmly grasped its knob. Turning it slowly and quietly, the knob suddenly hit a barrier, causing her hand to stop. She tried again, but there was something in her way that prevented her from opening it.

'Locked,' She concluded. 'What about the other one?'

Looking over her shoulder, she went towards the door on the left. She breathed in for a second, calming herself down. 'Please be this one.'

Turning the knob, she expected another blockage. But to her luck, the doorknob fully turned with ease, unlocking the door. Bright smiled in delight, gently opening it.

The room was covered in stones, multiple torches hanging from the walls. Its flame gave out a warm light, but it wasn't enough for her to see beyond the room. Instead, Bright was only able to make out something that resembled a couch and what looked to be like a tall shelf. She stepped inside, however, as she opened the door further, a squeaking sound emitted from the door, making her stop in her tracks. 'Oh no.'

Bright turned off her flashlight, a familiar feeling of uneasiness coming back. As she remained silent, she tried to pick up any sound. Footsteps, rustling, anything. She wanted to make sure that there was no one in there with her. After a few seconds of waiting, there was nothing.

Steadily walking, Bright turned on the ear piece she had, immediately contacting her friend. "Momoko, I've found somethi—"

Bam!

The loud slamming of the door resonated throughout the whole room, making Bright jump in shock. She gasped at the loud noise, turning around to see the door sealed shut. Panicking, she ran towards it, not caring if the sound of her footsteps could be heard. She gripped the doorknob, desperately trying to open it. But unfortunately, it was locked.

"Miyako! What's going on?!" Bloom asked from the other line, getting anxious as she heard the loud noise from her device. "Are you okay?!"

"Momoko, I can't get out!" Bright exclaimed, struggling to open the door. She pulled, she turned, she did anything for it to unlock. "Help!"

"Miyako, stay calm! I-I'll figure something out!" Bloom replied, cutting the line between her and Bright as she got up from her bed.

As Bright was practically banging on the door, she didn't notice the sound of footsteps slowly approaching her. As she yelled for help, the tall unknown figure came in closer. And as the stranger was merely a few steps apart from her, the fire that illuminated the room shone on him, revealing his silky blonde hair.

He squinted a bit, making sure that his eyes weren't deceiving him. "Bright?" Boomer asked, a mix of confusion and anger in his voice. "Is that you?"

Startled, Bright turned around as she was instantly met with his deep blue eyes that burned with anger. She slowly stepped back, her eyes going wide as Boomer came closer and closer. And as her back was met with the cold and hard surface of the door, Boomer's glare intensified, his body merely inches away from hers.

"Why are you here?"


As Bloom quickly got her things ready, she got her compact as she tried to locate Bright. "Come on, come on, come on." She said impatiently as the device tried to find her friend. After a few more seconds, her compact was able to pinpoint her location, revealing her whereabouts to be somewhere in the basement.

"Bingo," Bloom said, closing her compact as she placed it back in her belt. 'I'm coming, Miyako.'

Fixing everything she needed, Bloom immediately left her room. As she ran towards the main door, she was suddenly hit by the door, opening abruptly as it caused her to fall down.

"Ouch!" Bloom yelped, rubbing her head in pain.

"Shit!" A familiar voice said, belonging to a red headed man that stood in shock. "Are you okay?" Brick asked worriedly, kneeling down to help the injured girl.

"Oh, I'm fine, very fine!" Bloom exclaimed, pushing Brick away. "I'm great, actually! Never been better!"

Glaring at his roommate, he leaned in closer. "Quit the sarcastic attitude, just let me check if it's bad."

Groaning, Bloom avoided him, firmly gripping her head. She didn't want to start a fight, she had something to do. "I'm fine, alright?" She assured, softening her voice as she sighed. "I need to go somewhere."

As she got up, she briskly walked towards the door. But as she was nearing it, she was suddenly pulled back by Brick, securely grasping her arm in his hand. "Hey!"

"And where exactly are you going again?!" He asked, preventing Bloom from going out. "You're supposed to be sick!"

"I'm fine, I already told you!" She replied, panicking as she began to worry more about Bright's safety. "And would you please stop asking that! It's none of your business!"

"For your information, it is my business!"

"It is not!" Bloom said, struggling to get out of his firm grip. "Just let me go!"

"Can't you just stay here?!"

"Why should I?!"

"Because!" He paused for a second, trying to think of a reason. "Because..."

Looking down, Brick felt embarrassed. He asked himself, why was he getting mad? Why does he want her to stay? He didn't have a reason to get mad at her nor did he have a reason to meddle in her own business. But why was he constantly trying to know where she was going? Why does he want her to be where he can see her?

Why was he worried?

"It's b-because... I..."

Feeling bad at what she had just said, Bloom gave him a sympathetic look. She was working under a secret identity, but she still had a heart. It was just wrong to her if she had to choose people that she would care for. And even if he was a villain, he was no exception to her kindness.

As he still tried to find the right words, his grip on her arm loosened for a second, giving her the opportunity to delicately hold his hand. Stunned by her action, Brick looked at her with wide eyes. She smiled for a second, but almost immediately, it vanished.

"You don't have to tell me." Bloom said, looking at him with sad eyes. "I'll go back to bed..."

As Bloom had her head down, she slowly walked back to her room. She lightly brushed her shoulder with his own unintentionally, making him look at her with guilt. And just as she was about to open the door, he gathered up the courage to speak up. "I'm sorry."

Stopping for a moment, Bloom was shocked at what she just heard. Her ears perked up as soon as the words left his lips, making her smile a little. She turned around to face him, giving him a look of confusion. "What did you just say?" She asked. "I didn't quite get that." She said, giving a teasing tone in her voice.

Bloom's remark made him pout, looking at her with an annoyed look. "You're seriously asking me to say it again?"

"Yes, indeed." She said. "What were those words again, Mr. Brick Jojo?"

Looking at her, he raised her eyebrow, still not believing that she was asking him to repeat those dreaded words. Oh, how he wanted to take them back. "I. Am. Sorry." He stated, saying each word loudly and clearly. "Need I repeat myself?"

"No, it's okay, I got it." Bloom replied, chuckling softly. "See you."

"Wait, aren't you going somewhere?"

"No, I'll be good. I wasn't feeling well anyway." Bloom said, hoping that he'd buy her excuse.

"Well, is there anything you need?" He asked. "You look horrible." Brick pointed out, referring to Bloom's rather unkept hair.

Since she was in a rush a while ago, she didn't pay attention to her own appearance. She focused on her urgent task. This made the dark circles under her eyes more visible. And not to mention that her natural fair skin became awfully pale, making her look tired and worn out.

"No, it's okay." Bloom replied, placing her hand on the doorknob as she faced away from Brick.

Chuckling at her reply, Brick smirked. "So that's how it is, huh?" He wondered. "I see that you're already giving in to me, Hothead. I say sorry and then you suddenly go soft, didn't think it'd be that easy."

Though he couldn't see, Bloom secretly smiled at his comment. 'No way would I be allured by your so called 'charms'. And besides, I'm the good guy here, you expect me to be that vile and mean?' She thought, making her chuckle. 'But that doesn't mean that this mission will stop here.'

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Brick." Bloom said, opening the door to her room. "I'll call you if I need anything."

Before Brick could respond, Bloom immediately closed the door to her room. And little did Brick know, she had already fell into her trap.

"If only I was here to call you." Bloom softly said, locking her door as she let out a triumphant smile. "Let's just hope I'm not too late."


While all these crazy events began to occur, a raven-haired girl remained sound asleep in her room, lightly snoring. Her hair flowed in all directions, covering most of the pillow with it. The blanket that covered her began to slowly unwind as Butterfly shifted in her sleep.

But as the time went by, she began to constantly move around, groaning in her sleep. And with every move she made, it just began to worsen as she was struggling to feel comfortable.

After a few minutes of wriggling around in the covers, she grumpily sat up on her bed. A frown was plastered on her face as she scratched the back of her head.

As she blinked a few times to adjust herself to the bright lights, Butterfly glanced over at her clock.

Looking at the time that read 3:29, she decided to get her medicine from Butch. It was already time to get a new one anyway.

Getting the sheets of off her, she slowly placed her feet on the ground, trying to find her pair of slippers. Yawning, she realized that her body didn't seem to hurt anymore. At least, not as bad as before.

'Well, that means that I wouldn't be yelling for that idiot to get my medicine.' Butterfly thought. 'Better just get it there then.'

Standing up on her own two feet, Butterfly slowly walked towards the door. She stumbled a bit, still feeling a little tired and dizzy. But in the end, she was still able to open the door as she went inside her roommate's room.

Scanning the room, her eyes landed on a figure sitting in front of the computer. His fingers typed quickly, not taking his eyes off of it even for a second. He didn't even seem to notice the green-eyed girl looking at him with her eyebrow raised.

"Hey, Butch," Butterfly called out, but he didn't respond. Not even a single sound was heard from him. Though she didn't seem to mind, she continued, "You have my medicine, right?"

He merely replied with a nod, not even bothering to look at her. Seeing his response, Butterfly look at him weirdly. "Okay, can I have them?"

Not taking his eyes off of the screen, Butch used his left hand to point towards his night stand, showing the small casing that contained several white pills. Following his directions, Butterfly made her way towards his bed, taking the little orange container.

"Thanks," She said. "You still giving me the silent treatment, huh?"

Looking at him intently, Butch merely replied with a shrug, making Butterfly frown. "You know, as much as I like you being quiet and not saying anything perverted, I think I'd be more comfortable to see you actually talk."

Sighing, he stopped typing for a moment. He stared at the screen with a serious look before replying, "I'm not really in the mood to talk to you right now."

"What do you mean?" She asked. "It has been three days, dude."

"First of all, I'm busy. Second, you've been in your room for that period of time. And third, you're not feeling well." He said, putting up three fingers as he enumerated each reason. "I think that explains everything now. Any more questions?"

Looking at him in doubt, Butterfly crossed her arms over her chest. "You know that that's not the answer I was asking for." She said. "Spit it out."

Sighing once more, he turned his chair, finally facing the raven-haired girl. He furrowed his eyebrows at her, a hint of irritation evident in his face. "You really want to know?"

"Clearly." Butterfly replied. "Care to tell me why?"

Butch raised his eyebrow at her, not sure if he wanted to answer honestly. "It's because I know what you're trying to do."

"What do you mean by that?" She asked, trying to hide the nervous feeling that she was getting.

"Let's just say that I may be what others call an idiot." He said, adding quotation marks to the last word. "But I'm not that stupid."

Hearing his reply, Butterfly couldn't help but get more confused. "So, apparently, spending time with your more intelligent red-headed brother makes you behave like this?" She asked. "If so, then please keep doing it. I'd be delighted to see that my roommate can actually talk normally without adding a perverted comment at the very end of every sentence."

Chuckling, Butch smirked at her. "It's funny how you actually think that I'm some kind of brainless moron."

"Well, aren't you?"

"I can be a smartass if I wanted to, but it's pretty obvious that I prefer not to since my brother has already earned that title." He said. "I'll admit, I'm not smart. But, that doesn't mean that I don't know anything."

Going wide-eyed at her roommate, Butterfly had both of her hands up in a defensive manner. "Okay then, I think that I prefer to have the normal Butch talk to me later." She said, slowly making her way towards her room. "So, uh, call me when he gets here."

Opening the door to her room, she stopped in her tracks as she heard Butch chuckling loudly. "You know, if you wanted to come here just to have some of this babe, come and get it. No one's holding you back." He commented, making Butterfly groan in irritation.

"I see you're finally back."

"Baby, I never even left."

Looking over her shoulder, she saw Butch smirking at her, wiggling his eyebrows in a flirtatious manner. Scoffing, Butterfly rolled her eyes at him. "Asshole."

As she entered her room, she forcefully closed the door while mumbling out multiple curses at her roommate. "Fucking dumbass," She said, making her way towards her bed. 'Even when he tries to sound cool and smart, as long as it's coming from him, it fucking annoys me.'

Grabbing her bottled water, Butterfly popped one of the pills in her mouth, quickly swallowing it as she drank her water. Wiping her mouth, she was suddenly caught by surprise as her compact began to blink. "What the?"

"Kaoru, please, pick up." Hearing Bloom's voice from her compact, she quickly grabbed it, opening it to reveal Bloom standing against the door.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Miyako's in trouble." She softly said, making sure that no one could hear but the two of them. "You need to get me out of here, now."

"Why? What happened?" Butterfly asked, beginning to get worried.

"There's no time to explain, pick me up from here, now!"

"I'm on my way," As Butterfly closed her compact, she quickly transformed into her clothes. 'Hang in there, Miyako.'

And just like that, she was gone.


As Boomer held Bright against the door, the poor girl trembled in fear as she hid the book behind her back. "I-I got l-lost."

"So when you're sick, the first thing you do is wander around?" He asked, raising his eyebrow at her. "I've heard better excuses than that, Bright. You're not fooling anyone."

"I'm not trying to fool anybody!" She exclaimed. "I wasn't doing anything!"

"Oh really?"

"Yes! I was just trying to find something!"

"And during your exploration, you suddenly end up here?" Boomer asked, not buying anything she was saying. "A place that nobody talks about and seemingly not used in a very long time. You wandered far now, didn't you?"

Looking at him, Bright tried to unlock the door from behind with a pin she had kept hidden in her glove. Though struggling, she still tried to continue to convince him that she wasn't doing anything wrong. "I already told you, I got lost. I was trying to get something and I guess curiosity killed the cat now, didn't it?"

"And what exactly were you trying to get, hm?" He asked, moving in closer.

"A book." She firmly stated, matching his glare with her own. "A book that my sister was asking for."

"What was the book then?"

"Why would I care? She just ordered me to get it." She answered while fumbling with the lock on the door. "And besides, Bloom doesn't want me meddling in her own business so I just took the book she wanted and I tried to get out."

"And then what happened?" He asked once again. "A secret door suddenly appeared out of nowhere?"

"No, I knocked down a bunch of books. And maybe, those were what triggered the switch or something." She said. "And once when I started to fix the books, just like magic, that door appeared. And of course, since I had nothing better to do, I went in."

Hearing her explanation, Boomer remained silent for a while. He thoroughly examined her words, as well as reading her own facial expression. "You're lying."

"I am not!"

As Bright tried to deny the accusation, Boomer suddenly began to move in very closely, causing her to drop the pin she was holding. It was then that he was mere inches apart from her, placing both of his hands on each side of her head. Trapped, Bright desperately tried to hide the book, infusing some of her powers to keep it invisible.

As his body towered over hers, she can already feel and hear his breathing clearly. His husky breath tickled her own sensitive flesh, making her shiver involuntarily. And as he brought his face closer, Bright was starting to feel nervous once more. Her heartbeat beating faster, louder.

'What's happening?' She thought, panicking as both of their noses were already touching. 'Calm down, Miyako. Try to distract him, quickly!'

Before Bright could have a chance of protesting, Boomer suddenly said something that genuinely frightened her. "Tell me the truth, or else,"

Taking this as an opportunity to distract him, she still tried to put on a brave face as she taunted him. "Or else what?"

Moving in closer, their faces were merely centimeters apart. And what he said next made Bright almost suffer from a heart attack.

"I'll kiss you."

Hearing those three dreaded words made her eyes go wide; she let out a gasp as she saw Boomer's lips grow into a smirk. "You wouldn't."

"Try me," Boomer said, putting his forehead up against hers. "And besides, it's not like you're stopping me anyway."

As she felt Boomer placing his hand on her cheek, Bright couldn't help but tremble. And to her surprise, she couldn't do anything. It felt like she couldn't move, as if she can't even lift a finger. She remained frozen on the spot as Boomer pulled her face closer to his.

And almost instantly, she felt herself leaning into him, something that surprised her. 'Miyako, get a hold of yourself!' She screamed in her head, but no matter what she tried, she still remained still, allowing Boomer to do whatever he pleased.

Giving in, Bright slowly closed her eyes as their lips were mere centimeters apart. And as their lips almost connected, a small teardrop escaped Bright's eye.

'Help me...'

"Bright!"

A sudden voice called out to her, making Boomer stop. Opening both of their eyes, they both pulled away with a look of shock on both of them. Turning away from each other, both Boomer and Bright waited for someone to make a move.

But then that voice was heard once more. "Bright, where are you?"

Breathing in deeply, Bright replied, "In here!"

The sound of footsteps were then heard, becoming louder as it seemed like it came closer. A loud thud was then heard from behind the door as the doorknob turned. And as the door opened, it revealed to be her friends: Bloom and Butterfly.

"Where have you been?!" Bloom exclaimed, masking her concern with anger. "You were taking forever!"

"Sorry," Bright replied, sneaking a glance at Boomer. "I just got caught up with something."

"No shit," Butterfly said, crossing her arms over her chest. "What's he doing here?"

Hearing Butterfly's remark that seemingly referred to him, Boomer turned around to face the two girls. "I think the right question is, what are you doing here?"

"What do you think we're doing? We're obviously getting our sister." Butterfly retorted, making Boomer glare at her.

"And how exactly did you get here?"

"I don't know, we just went through some passage that was in the basement." She replied. "And fortunately enough, we found you guys."

"The basement?" Both Boomer and Bright asked, confused at what Butterfly had just said.

"Yeah," She confirmed. "Isn't that how you guys arrived here too?"

Looking at each other for a moment, it was Boomer who was the first to speak up, "Yeah, right."

Shocked at what he had just said, Bright looked at him with wide eyes. She mouthed the words 'What are you talking about?', making Boomer just look at her. But something in his eyes told her to just follow along. "That's exactly where we came from, yeah."

Bloom looked at Bright with her eyebrow raised, feeling that something wasn't right. But seeing as though they were already causing too much suspicion by running through the hallways a while ago, she decided to just ask her about it once they get back to their rooms. "Well then, where's the book that I was asking for?"

Revealing the book that she kept hidden, Bright immediately gave it to her, making sure that Boomer couldn't see the cover. "Here."

As she grabbed the book, Bloom glanced at Boomer. "We'll be going now." She said, grabbing Bright's hand. "We'll just leave you to do whatever it was you were doing, Boomer."

Nodding at the red-headed girl, Boomer briefly looked at Bright. And as her eyes met his, there was, again, something in his eyes. But unlike before, she didn't know what it meant. Before she could say something, Boomer closed the door, a clicking sound emitting from it afterwards.

Looking at each other, Butterfly instantly gripped both of her friends' arms, trying to concentrate as they teleported back to Bright's room. As their feet landed on the ground, Bloom was the first one to speak up. "What happened down there?"

"That book..." Bright said, pointing at the thing that Bloom held in her hands. "Is something that you need to look at."

Looking down at the book, there was only one thing that Bloom wondered about, ever since Bright sent that picture earlier.

Who was this H.J.?

And why did it lead to something that they never expected?


In the next chapter...

As Bloom tries to decode the passage written in the book, the pressure starts to take a toll on them as they were assigned to start eliminating agents. But doing it without leaving any evidence can be challenging, but not entirely impossible.

"Momoko, can you hack into their system?"

"I've tried, but that thing is locked tighter than a bank safe."

"There has got to be something," Professor said, trying to think of a plan. "There should be at least one computer that can access all the files."

Getting a spark of realization, Bloom looked over to her roommate's computer, just right there, tempting her.

Giving their knowledge in crime investigation, can they use it to their advantage?

"We have to do something fast, nothing's going to happen if we don't move."

"It's not that easy, we're not the bad guys here."

"We can't just kill anybody!"

Will they succeed?

"I've got three down," Butterfly said. "How much more?"

"Many more."

Without any bloodshed?

"What are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know..."

Or will secrets begin to unfold before them?

"Wait, there's someone there!"

"Who are you?"

"Don't hurt me... please..."

"Save me..."


And that's a wrap!

Whew! I've been working on this for weeks now! (as always). But since tomorrow is the start of classes for us, I knew that I needed to finish this quickly. I stayed up until midnight last night in order to at least get close to finishing it. And right now, I'm relieved to have it finished just before lunch ;). I hope that this 11k word chapter is worth the wait! Just in time before school starts tomorrow too! :D

And although I need to study now, updates will still keep on coming! Since it's just going to be the first month, I'll still be able to find the time to write :)

I apologize if there are some errors in this chapter! Since I stayed up all night, it felt like I was writing while drunk (I was so tired since we had to go shopping for my brother's school supplies and our uniforms!) But rest assured, I will edit this when I have the time :)

So now that school is a go, be sure to leave a review, favorite, and even follow this story!

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You guys serve as my motivation to keep on writing, and I'm deeply grateful for that :).

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See you!

~Disastress