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=Retaliation! The Master Plan=
It wasn't as if he were angry that someone had pulled a prank on him. He had to admit, he kind of liked those pictures of himself. He even got one framed, much to Zel's annoyance, and hung it over his bed.
The only reason his eyebrow twitched was because he would see that blonde smirk at him as she handed him food each day. She had been acting a little too cocky as of late. She needed to be taught a lesson.
"It can't be just her," Zel said, breaking into Xelloss' thoughts. "She couldn't have done all that work by herself without anyone noticing. Besides, I doubt that she could've figured out all the loose ends. Her anger of you would have blinded her." He stretched his long legs in front of him and stuck a pencil behind his ear. He had finally completed his calc homework and was moving on to the novel he had to finish by 4:00 that day.
"But who would help her?" Gourry, the third part of the party had been crying non stop and cradling his little jellyfish, Snuffles.
Xelloss thought for a moment. Glancing out his window, an idea struck him. Slowly, a smile spread on his face.
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Morning came.
Followed by a long womanly scream.
Lina fell out of bed and ran to Filia and Amelia's room. She twisted the knob, anger burning in her veins, but found that it was lock. "Screw this," she muttered and began casting a spell. One huge explosion later, she ran through the door and saw Amelia, trembling and pointing at Filia's bed.
"Amelia, what is it?" Lina's anger disappeared and was replaced with concern. She bent over her friend.
"W--when I woke up…" Her teeth were chattering badly making it hard for Lina to understand.
Lina followed Amelia's gesture and rested her eyes on the empty bed of Filia. Blood covered the sheets and long strands of blonde hair rested in tangles on the floor. "What the---"
Syphiel came into the room next. Her eyes grew wide and she staggered back. "If this is a joke, Ms. Lina, I'm not laughing."
Lina glared back at Syphiel. "I didn't do this."
"Well, what do we do?" Amelia cried out.
Syphiel turned and ran down the halls. Lina and Amelia followed her. "We have to tell an adult. Someone's afte--" Syphiel bumped into something and screamed.
"What's wrong, guys? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?"
Lina was the first to break the silence. "Filia? What the hell happened to you?"
Filia gave them an embarrassed grin and said, "I had a bloody nose and stumbled out of bed to get to the restrooms. What did you think happened?"
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Morning came once again.
Followed by a long womanly scream.
Syphiel fell out of bed and turned to run out the door, when she noticed that Lina had pulled the covers around her tighter. "Ms. Lina, aren't you going to check out what happened?"
"Forget that, Syph. It's probably a false alarm. Besides, my bed's nice and toasty."
Syphiel shrugged and ran out the door. The scream sounded once again and she followed the noise. She knocked on the bathroom door and yelled, "Ms. Filia, are you okay?"
"NO!" she screeched.
"What happened?"
The door suddenly opened revealing a teary eyed bald Filia. Wait…BALD?!?!?!
"Ms. Filia, what did you do to your lovely hair?" Amelia had appeared next to Syphiel and was staring at the once blonde woman.
"IT'S THAT DAMN PIECE OF TRASH! I KNOW HE DID THIS TO ME!"
Syphiel and Amelia flew about three feet back thanks to the force of air that erupted from Filia's mouth. "H--how did you know it was him?"
Filia threw the bottle of shampoo at Amelia. She stared at it and saw the smiling face of a certain purple haired man in a very sexy pose on the cover. On the cover it said: I love you, my heart. "Oh SHI--"
"Ms. Amelia, you shouldn't say such words," Syphiel interjected.
"No, Ms. Syphiel. I meant it as 'do you know what this means?'"
Syphiel thought for a moment. "They guys know…"
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Going to class was twice as hard. The girl's, minus Filia who had missed her precious hair, were suspicious of everyone and everything that moved.
Finally, when they came back to the safe haven of their room, they passed by a steaming Filia who was in the kitchen sipping tea with a shaky hand, and went into the lounge. "I'm going to change," Lina announced and left. Amelia and Syphiel made uneasy small talk about what was going to happen, when a fireball flooded the hallway.
"SOMEONE DYED ALL MY CLOTHES PINK!" Lina screamed as she ran down the halls. "I'M GOING TO PERSONALLY KILL EVERYONE I SEE!" Lina turned to Syphiel and Amelia. "I see you," she whispered in a deadly voice.
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For the next few weeks, nothing had happened except for Lina going to class in a toga (she hated the color pink) and Filia wearing a black wig and the growing number of injured people in the nurses office…but that's about it.
Then, poor Syphiel was next.
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Syphiel was late for class. She ran down the hall way and saw something in the distance. Curiosity soon filled her veins and she went to see what the object was.
As she got closer, she realized that it was a book…a familiar book. It was her diary! She ran up to it and grabbed it. Suddenly, rope tightened around her ankle and she was hanging upside down in the hallway. The bell rang and dozens of students came wandering out of class.
She shouldn't have worn that skirt and those granny panties.
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Amelia loved her politics class. It was there that she was able to speak her mind on just how lovely justice was. It was like a ritual for her. She'd spend several hours in politics talking, then go to the bathroom. Today was no different.
She had to travel to the little girl's room to…well…tinkle. She pushed open the girl's room and was astounded. "They changed the girl's room?"
Instead of the many stalls and the flowery smells of lotion and perfume, there were two stalls and a mighty large trough with a drain inside…and it smelled of flatulent. She cocked her head in curiosity. "Whatever," she whispered and went inside a stall.
She looked all around for a seat cover, but found none. She shrugged again. She should probably use toilet paper then. She found none. Where'd they all go? She looked up and saw them all on the ceiling. Why would they be up there?
Suddenly, she heard the door open. Voices. Men's voices. MEN?!
"Did you see what Ms. Martina was wearing for drama? Damn, she looks sexy in those pantaloons!"
"You're f*cked in the head, Zangulous."
Amelia soon realized her folly. She shut the door of the bathroom stall and sat on the toilet, hugging her knees. Words were scrawled on the stall door. It read: Jillas/Jirus likes wearing your mom's panties…and more vulgar stuff.
Amelia began to tremble and cover her ears. When will she ever get out of this torture????
=End Chapter=
Sarie: Once again, a special thanks to me sis. Thanks to her obsession with togas, granny panties, and bathrooms…don't ask.
