It was a conniving night. Not that the moon was on high or that the sun had set, but it was dark as night. A quiet plea could be heard in the dark for the room had caged the silence. Everything was shut; there was no escape, not before the two silhouettes. No chatter was present between the two. They just sat around the table with the silence in leash.
Time passed until a creak sounded, whipping the silence to cease. It came from the door being opened, and the auburn rays slid into the room. The room was… normal, based on what seemed on the surface: a table, three chairs, bunch of shelves, boxes, a pair of computers, and a projector. Surely, they must belong to a club that centered its activities on computers… but of course, it's not.
Putting aside the supposed shocking reveal for later, let's delve into those who are present. The two silhouettes turned out to be young boys in their teens. Both had a few similar traits such as their body size and black hair color, albeit, one had it well kempt while the other, sprinkling a bit of exaggeration, seemed to had just came out of a cave. The biggest difference of the two was their eyes. The well-groomed boy had black eyes while the other had hollow, crimson eyes.
The two stared at the figure standing by the door. She was a girl of the same age. Her flowing blonde hair stretched down to her skirt. She had a slim body that fitted well with her uniform. She seemed very attractive… as long as one wasn't aware of the hideous grin plastered over her mouth, which was hidden in the shawdow of the sunset.
As the new figure entered the room, no dialogue was exchanged. They knew all too well not to speak for their works should be hidden. And so, the door was closed, obscuring the room once more.
"Is it done?"
"Completed all twenty."
"Excellent job."
After that brief conversation, a switch sounded in the room, and a beam of light shone against the wall. The light revealed a screen of grey and a horizontal, white bar in the center, or, in short, the password bar. The projector, however, didn't just reveal the meager content, but also the sickening grins of the three.
The girl wore a stern face. "Did you open it while I was out?"
Her concern was inevitable. They were young boys in the prime time of their testosterone. To be frank, she herself might not be able to endure through it all. It would be akin to waving a pack of foods in front of a bunch of African kids. Ok that was too dark of a humor… and that was racist. Whoever says it should be canceled and hanged with a rope made of tweets.
"Huhuhu," the crimson-eyed boy chuckled creepily, "your worries are unfound before our loyalty. I can bet my balls that we didn't open it up in your absence."
"He is right," the black-eyed boy agreed. "After all, we put…"
""Balls before hoes!""
Laughters broke out within the room. It made no sense and was rather disgusting, but it cleared her doubt. It even left a sense of kinship in her heart. Truly, what great assholes they are.
"Say, Dust… can you flash your panties?"
There was now one less laughter in the room.
"Keith… didn't know you were a homo."
"There is a great saying out there, and I quote, 'It doesn't matter what the gender is as long as it's jackable.'"
"A great quote, I'd agree, unless I am the one who has to…," Dust trailed off, pondering. "You think it will sell?"
Keith applauded. "Damn! I knew I was but a lowly trash, but you're on a whole another level!"
"Ehem! I-I think I would buy it," said the crimson-eyed boy.
The silence overpowered its masters and reigned supreme over them. There were no words to sufficiently describe the chill creeping under their skin.
"B-Bukkororii… you are joking right?" asked Dust, sweat soaking his blouse shirt. He never thought that a potential asshole lover was so nearby.
"H-Huh? O-Of course, I was just joking. I-I need no pictures other than Soketto's."
"You still into her?" said Keith. "You should really graduate before you have any feelings for her."
Indeed, for a Guren villager, he stayed a year too long in the high school. He needs to straighten up and pursue her into the college before the older men makes her forget about little boys.
"But… I can sort of see why Bukkororii wants your pic. "I said I was joking!" If I didn't know how much of an asshole you are, then I would have ordered one right away. I mean, I never imagined you being into crossdressing and be damn good at it."
"Nah, I wasn't," Dust answered. "It just hit me that day. What if I lost all my memories and thought that I was a girl? Would people treat me as a girl? I wouldn't, but they can't blame me if I enter the girl's restroom. And I remembered that we can do that without the memory loss!"
Keith applauded once more. "What a brilliant asshole! I never thought importing western dumpster fire could ever work in our favor!"
"Eh, it didn't work out as well as I thought it would. You already know that girls' network is fast. It didn't even take a day for a rumor about me to spread. If it wasn't for my injury as an excuse, then I would be in jail already."
"Still, my hats off to you for the bravery." Keith gave a gentleman bow.
"You have my respect as well." Bukkororii also gave a bow.
"Hahahaha! If I can get praises like these, then crossdressing ain't so bad!"
But of course, the real benefit lied not in getting the respect but in receiving the benefit of the doubt from women, instead of outright jailing that ass into the dungeon of asshole stretchers.
"Hahaha…," Dust went silent for a moment, "so when are we opening it?"
What a great question. Just when are these bunch of fools entering the password?
"Huhuhu, the time has come for us to open the Pandora's Box! What is hidden beneath the layer of protection? What kind of crevices and valleys shall we-"
"Cut the crap and open it!" Dust shouted impatiently. He had been working on this for the past three days all on his own with all the risk weighing down on him. It's only natural for him to be so impatient, but it's still strange that it suddenly spiked.
Bukkororii was skilled in computers, not that entering a lengthy password in a split second was any proof of that. But he was responsible for most of the gadgets in the boxes lying around in the corner, such as the couple of drones and the bunch of hidden cameras. Okay, computer skills are not entirely related to making these things. So let's just say that he has a set of skills necessary to make them.
Anyhow, the enter key was pressed, and everyone held their balls. The screen flashed brightly but no one present were willing to take their eyes off. They stared at it despite the risk of blindness like the suicidal moths they were.
"Ahh… ahh…! The Utopia… the Utopia is…!"
A short moment of excitement passed as the shocking revelation was unveiling itself. Even so, the hints laid out made it no less surprising than the fact that water is wet. The blinding flash slowly subsided, and boxes of ten were revealed… but what's this? All the boxes showed nothing but static screens.
"Huh? Some kind of bug?" asked Dust.
"Impossible!"
Exactly! How could a computer, handled by Bukkororii, ever contain a bug? Bukkororii proceeded to load the next batch of ten. This time, they were different. There were three boxes that weren't static, and they displayed a locker room in different angles. Upon seeing this, Bukkororii collapsed onto his chair.
Dust stood up. "Those are the ones I installed just now… w-where are the others? Where the hell are they!?" Dust began to grasp the gravity of the situation. He felt as though a huge rock fell onto his gut. With trembling hands, he shook Bukkororii by the shoulders. "Tell me… tell me where they are!"
"Like I know! Let me ask you instead. Just how badly did you place them that they've already been taken away!? Do you know how much they cost!?"
"Don't you throw dirt on my name!"
"Your name has no room to get anymore dirty!"
"Oh, you called for it!"
A brawl broke out between the two idiots. Should Bukkororii had a calm mind, he might have enjoyed this situation. After all, being in such close proximity with a beautiful girl (at least on the surface) never occurred in his short life. But the loss proved to be more painful than he ever thought, to the point that he had no problem throwing a punch straight into that pretty face.
In contrast to the amalgamation of sky-high ego and rationale that's yet to surface, Keith sat on his chair with a calm contemplation. He nodded to himself and went to replay one of the boxes.
Soon, a box displayed a restroom. There were no urinal pots as there were no person in the room… until a door opened. A woman of busty ass boobs and plump as hell butt entered, and, for some reason, she had a grim look to her face.
"Wiz?"
At the mention of her name, the two idiots paused their fight and turned to look at the screen. With silent agreement, they took their seats.
Dust felt his heart flutter. Sweet! His primary prey fell right on his trap! Even though it wouldn't last for long, at least, he got what he wanted the most. Suddenly, he felt a shiver ran down his spine as he had found himself being stared at by the predatory eyes of the said prey. Gasp! Don't tell me…! Before he could complete his thought, the box went static.
Silence grew in the room. It grew bigger and bigger the more they replayed box after box. Every time they saw Wiz and the following static screen, they shuddered and shrank until no one was big enough to voice a word. Thus, the silence devoured the room.
Meanwhile in the other part of the school, there was another conniving night. Well, it was well lit by the sunset, but it was conniving nonetheless.
Aqua stared at Megumin, who sat across her. "No second thoughts?"
Megumin stared back with a determined look, which seemed more red than usual. "None."
"Great," Aqua said as she smiled mysteriously.
Aqua then went on to unfold the curtains, shrouding themselves from the daylight. Nobody except a few knew what was discussed or devised in that room. Only time would tell.
Author's Note: Damn! I'm early! It's as though I'm not myself! But it's as short as the amount of time I put into it.
I'm just thinking how I got myself stretching a sports festival arc (which doesn't seem like a sports festival arc at all) into so many chapters and words... but I'm excited to write the next chapter because it will go crazy big time. I don't think it can topple the chapter 8's craziness but it would be one of the craziest shit I will ever write.
On a side note, I've found myself weirded out by Alice in SAO. I mean, she is not excited at the sight of goblins charging at her. It was so weird. She never, not even once, panted like she usually does. She's acting all serious but my body feels as though she would jump in anytime into the hordes of goblins with a full smile on her face. It's really weird.
VadaImilai: Oh, Kazuma has more coming to him in the future... which I still have no concrete plan for.
fwterrorista: ¡Gracias! Me encanta el dúo idiota haciendo sus cosas idiotas. Pero creo que tengo que agregar más especias, ¡y me refiero al harén! P.S. Este es el traductor de Google.