Hello there everybody! This technically could be a fanservice chapter.. if I actually knew how to properly write fanservice. Oh well, if you really feel the urge, I'm sure there's a whole bunch of those images you could use if you wanted help. A little news warning - there's an incredibly high probability of me being unable to post anything for the next two weeks. so sorry about that! Anyway, let's go!

Super hero time!

Kazuki: Shirou, summon a servant formed from souls! The terror of White-chapel arrives!

Shirou: Kazuki, you better capture all of that glorious motion! a dragon and his sword versus the game developer!

Kazuki: I could really go for some congee with soy clams... that sounds delicious!

Shirou: Why don't you just ask for the assistance of the Super High School Level chef then? Simple!

K + S: Never lose hope! A wildcard awakens!

"This is surprisingly lax… I thought there would be a little more… education going on." Hajime remarked as he went wild with his pencil, scribbling down any old thought that came to his head. Random lines jutted out through various scrapped concepts, Kazuki watching in interest as the brown haired boy got to work without ever looking like he was even working.

"Well, I thought you would've heard about it before, seeing as you're only in the other building. The game developer replied, watching the cinematic cutscene play out before him. Sure, it didn't have a proper background yet, but the actual motion itself was coming along well, a fierce battle between the new character against one of the first bosses he came across. "Even the lessons themselves are optional, we're just staying all together in order to pay our respects to our teacher's wishes. Well I say that, but I think everyone's finally warmed up to the idea of coming to lessons."

Chiaki of course, was only paying half a mind as she gave a small sigh, complete number nine done for the Streets of Fury. The gameplay itself was alright as long as you were interested in side scroller beat em ups, nothing too special. The gamer girl had chosen it on a whim, a strange urge to beat something up that morning and she had yet to stop.

"The teamwork is amazing. No one's going solo anymore." Chiaki whispered, a smile teasing its way onto her face with little resistance. "We're making real progress; a flag's definitely going to get triggered."

A small gasp escaped Kazuki, the pink haired girl turning to the boy as he rapidly abused his keyboard, a sigh of relief escaping him as he slumped down in his seat.

"I was wondering what I was forgetting!" Kazuki exclaimed, pulling himself back up in place. "I was so busy trying to get the cutscene complete that I managed to forget to make it actually accessible. There would've been a brilliant cutscene waiting for the player, but no way for them to actually get to it! Thanks Miss Nanami!"

"No problem." Watching the small exchange, they turned at Hajime's small chuckle, the laughter only growing at the similar head tilts.

"You two really are quite similar, aren't you?" the boy remarked, Kazuki giving a shrug after a second's hesitation.

"Well, it's not like it's a bad thing. Miss Nanami is a really nice girl." Kazuki reasoned, turning back to his work and it was only the hand that blocked his lips that prevented the laughs at Chiaki's expression. Even the fist to his side wasn't good enough to get him to stop.

"I thought you were on my side…"

"I am. After all, this would be perfect for you too!"

"You… want me to show off?"

"If that isn't too much Miss Pekoyama. My new character uses a katana to fight and seeing as it's a game and the character's female, I was wondering if you would be able to do some swordplay for me." Kazuki requested with a small bow. The girl in question wasn't really sure how to respond, the request coming quite suddenly during the lunch break as she was sitting in the classroom, empty of quite a good amount of students.

She had obviously handled a real katana before, with great skill able to best many men and mercenaries, but never had anyone ever asked her to… boast with her talent. Sure, the Kuzuryuu group had been eager to ward off any competitors with the knowledge that they held the Super High School Level swordswoman alongside the Super High School Level yakuza, but they had never had a need to show off with a sword.

When you fought in battle, every second meant another second living, and a second less for your enemies. When they held bullets against your blade, you couldn't afford to go around flashing your sword like a demented wand, so while she had every reason to be capable of it, the idea just never came as more than an insult to her opponents.

"… I suppose I can…" Peko eventually conceded, watching without response as a twinkle entered Kazuki's eyes.

"Are you certain? That's amazing!" he declared brightly, bowing far deeper than the grey haired girl would've appreciated, the boy was quick to usher Peko towards the pools, an eyebrow raising in unvoiced confusion.

"Ah, my apologies, but I'm going to have to ask you to wear something specific for this to work. It shouldn't interrupt your movements, so don't worry about that." Kazuki reassured, but her stomach still sank. So she was being pulled along by a far too eager boy into the changing rooms to wear something she had no idea about, all the while showing off for something that could eventually reach the public?

Why the hell was she still going with him?

"Oi, Peko, Kazuki? Where are you two going?" Fuyuhiko called as he saw the two pass him, both pausing in their step.

"Ah, did you want her Mr K- Fuyuhiko?" Kazuki asked, a small gulp having him quickly change the name before the boy could do anything with the warning look. "If you want her, I can wait."

"He wishes for me to demonstrate sword fighting for his game young master. We were to go to the changing rooms first for some garments Kazuki has prepared." Peko explained with a succinct tone, the blonde Yakuza giving a sigh as he scratched the back of his neck.

"What did I tell you about calling me that Peko?" Fuyuhiko sighed, Peko inclining her head in silent apology. "Well, I ain't going to stop you; do whatever the hell you want."

"Do you want to join us?" Kazuki offered in counter, Fuyuhiko letting the hat above his head hover as he turned with a small sound of confusion. "I mean, you and Miss Pekoyama are good friends, so I don't want to separate you if I interrupted something. You always eat lunch together, right?"

It wasn't as if it was false. Turning on the heel of his foot, Kazuki watched as the boy shoved his hands in his pockets, walking onward as he held up a hand.

"Well? You were going to the changing rooms for whatever fucking reason, right?" the Yakuza prompted, Peko quick to match his pace, leaving the game developer to rush behind them a small sweat drop falling down his face.

"Miss Pekoyama, Fuyuhiko… you do realise I'm the one who has what the garbs, right?"

"Hey Kazuki… what the fuck are you making her wear!?" Fuyuhiko roared as soon as Peko stepped out of the small booth, pulling awkwardly at the spandex that covered her body, Kazuki letting out an awkward chuckle. He had never really paid too much attention to it considering that Teruteru often went after anything on two legs, but with the spandex designed to stretch to the right proportions, it was a perfect view of how well built the grey haired sword woman was, to say nothing about other areas. The black saw fit to try and get as close as possible, hugging every curve and edge of the girl's body.

"Well, you see, we need it to be close to the body so we can properly track every single aspect of her body Fuyuhiko." Kazuki quickly explained, hands held in a futile defence; he wasn't too sure of whether his palms would stop lead shot at high velocities. "All of those little white ball things attached to the suit are meant to track where her joints are major body silhouette is; here, I'll show you."

A small growl escaped the Super High School Level yakuza as he followed along after both Kazuki and Pekoyama. While he was pretty certain that there wasn't anyone using the swimming pools at the moment, that didn't mean some weird ass student couldn't come walking in and see Peko in that monstrosity of a suit. Fortunately, a good glare would be enough to scare anyone off, but no one had appeared. A shame, really.

"When they built the changing rooms, they wanted to put anything that might require them fairly close together in order to save on money that would be spent constructing additional rooms." Kazuki explained, pushing the large door wide and spreading his arms with a small smile, both Peko and Fuyuhiko looking around the grey concrete in intrigue. The various cameras hung at different corners were primed to shoot, a wide open space held within their visual grasp as a complex computer set up lay in its wires at the side, a set up Kazuki eagerly made his way to.

"This set up makes what basically sums up to be a cube of space you can record and then with the recording, you can make the models work off of the image. So, I have my game character model and because the various markers will map the light reflected off of the markers and not Miss Pekoyama herself, I can replace every part with my character, meaning that they'll do anything Miss Pekoyama does!" Kazuki explained, Fuyuhiko giving a small scoff at the exuberance practically oozing off of the game developer as he spoke.

"So basically, you get to have a recording of Peko's skills that you can put onto your game person and you just gotta have her do some fancy shit?" Fuyuhiko summarised, a small chuckle escaping him. "Well then Peko, I guess you've just gotta show why you're the Super High School Level swordswoman, right?"

"Understood." As soon as he gave the command, the shinai was sent into beautiful motion, arcing through the air as an invisible enemy ducked the side, just narrowly avoiding the steel that threatened to slice open his face. It was no longer a studio she was stood in, but an arena, a duelling strip sat in front of her as she demonstrated her skills all those years. The Kuzuryuu didn't want someone who wasn't able to fight, so they had gotten a combination of duellists and proper fighters to challenger her swordsmanship, using whatever they felt like no matter the lethality. That shinai had taken down heads, grunts and assassins in equal blood and even if she didn't personally see the point of it, there were times where they had her entered into combat scenarios like competitions in order to get her acknowledged as the greatest of her kind.

Fuyuhiko didn't want to draw his eyes away from the violent dance before him, a song of steel and torn flesh playing out upon an imaginary battlefield. He had seen the true effects of what that shinai was able to do, and the very same thing multiplied exponentially as soon as a proper katana was placed in her hand. though he disliked it, there was no escaping the fact that he was going to have to handle a gun, and that still wouldn't give him a single advantage over Peko in combat.

Kazuki however, was much more interested in the strange figure dancing about upon his screen. It wasn't that hard to imagine his own character battling demons with that sort of combat style; in fact, the specific sort of violent efficiency was exactly what he had envisioned as soon as the original concept had presented itself to him. A soldier scorned, killed by a bullet to the back rather than the enemies in a unacceptable fashion. Now brought back with a second chance, he would sacrifice his new life for the sake of others, so that no one should meet their end before they had to.

After a flamboyant finish, Pekoyama stood panting as she flicked the blade down to her side, remnants of imaginary blood flying off of the smooth edge as the recording stopped, the red eyes behind glasses only opening at Kazuki's enthusiastic clapping.

"Well shit, that was amazing Peko." Fuyuhiko commented, clapping with only a small bit less enthusiasm. "I mean, it's not like I didn't know you could do it, but seeing it happen is still really cool."

"Absolutely! That was amazing Miss Pekoyama!" Kazuki added, Peko bristling under the attention, she had never been too fond of the idea of having people praise her for her actions; it was a duty served to those who had taken her in in her abandonment, and usually it was only Fuyuhiko who did it.

"It is no big matter. I hope I could do enough for your usage." The Super High School Level swordswoman declared, the game developer giving a thumbs up from his computer.

"It was brilliant! Now, I suppose you two are going to have your private time, right?" Fuyuhiko choked as soon as the words came out of the green haired boy's mouth, turning to him with a fist clenched in preparation.

"Oi, what the hell do you mean by that!?" he questioned, an intense pain promised in his eyes if a single part of the coming answer was wrong in any sort of fashion, Pekoyama quick to return to the changing rooms. She didn't really want to remain in those clothes for any longer than she actually needed to be.

"Well, Miss Saionji was telling me about how you two are together, and none of the other students actually argued against it, so I thought that there had to be some form of truth to it." Kazuki reasoned, taking a step back. "So I'm guessing that I'm wrong with that, huh…?"

"We're just friends. Don't think anything otherwise." Fuyuhiko warned, turning away with various mutterings that Kazuki wasn't so sure he wanted to know what they meant. A small smile blossomed upon his face as Kazuki took back to the computer, watching the different battle animations as it almost switched back to Pekoyama. It certainly didn't seem difficult and maybe that wasn't as ignorable as it should've been.

Peko had a sort of mothering hold over the students, the female side at the very least. While Chiaki acted as a sister, getting close to each of them and doing all she could to help with a sleepy smile, Pekoyama would do all of the behind the scenes stuff, helping because she felt as if she had a duty to when others couldn't.

"Everyone's definitely getting along better than they would've probably if Chisa hadn't assisted…" Kazuki mused as he took the USB back to his room. "Without her, I don't think half of the class would be there."

He had been trying his best to get to know the majority of the class and it felt like he was getting somewhere. Of course, there were those who he had yet to properly speak with, like Nekomaru and Akane among others, but he had made good progress. And now there was whole other year to get to know; at least he kind of had a head start on those.

"Ah, sorry about that…"

"Makoto, making friends?" Kazuki commented as he watched the two girls approach from behind the brown haired boy, a small apologetic mumble escaping the Super High School Level luck, or was it ultimate lucky student? That sounded like it could be anyone in the school that had gotten lucky though…

"Oh, I should introduce you! Kyoko, Mukuro, this is Kazuki Hiraku. He's the ultimate game maker. Kazuki, this is Kyoko Kirigiri and Mukuro Ikusaba. They're the ultimate soldier and Detective! Oh, I mean that the other way round… as for Super High School designations… Um…"

"We hold the same titles in both designations." Kyoko concluded for him, a clearly visible sigh of relief escaping the luckster. The detective wore the school uniform just like Mukuro, except where the soldier wore the usual brown jacket as assigned by the school, Kyoko had chosen a purple jacket left loose upon her, black gloves covering her hands revealing themselves as she corrected the lilac strands that flowed long behind her, unlike Mukuro's short cut black hair.

"Well it's nice to see that you're getting along well. It took a bit for our class to really get strong." Kazuki answered, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, what are you doing?"

His answer came in the vibrant yells that came down the hallway, followed by another authoritarian tone that echoed after him, traces of a weak objection floating along afterward.

"Um, we kind of have someone trying to run away." Makoto weakly explained. "It's the Bousouzoku biker guy, his name's Mondo. Apparently he doesn't want to stick around if he doesn't want to and the ultimate moral compass, Kiyotaka, is trying to rein him in. I don't think he'll be able to do it himself though…"

"I shouldn't really be keeping you here any longer then, should I?" Kazuki replied as he stepped to the side, Kyoko and Makoto quick to take his offer with the boy yelling a thanks as he sprinted down the corridor, leaving the Super High School Level game developer to turn to the soldier still standing, her grey gaze locked onto his eyes.

"Do you know the truth?" she muttered, a deathly silence following.

"Excuse me?"

"…I see that you don't." Mukuro whispered, a sharp glare softening in a second. "I hope I didn't hold you from anything."

"Oh no worries!" but she was already gone, an incredibly fast sprint having her no doubt reach the other two in record time, Kazuki just giving the scene a small questioning sound before he continued his journey back to his room. So maybe things weren't exactly going perfectly well, but they were already putting in a team effort to try and get the class together instead of having someone else do it for them. A-star for effort!

Well, I better get about to rigging the model anyway. With these animations, it's definitely going to be amazing to watch, as long as I can keep up with actually making the gameplay…" the boy sighed, slapping his face.

It was time to get crazy!

Let's pause things right there for now! So, um, sorry if it seems a little strangely paced - I swear I'm trying to get that fixed, but I need your feedback to do that. We've got a whole new year to introduce to you, so what will come of that? Does the soldier have anything planned for the boy who creates? Is there a reason as to why Chihiro is put on the description? Well you're just going to have to wait a bit to find out!