She is Doomed

Number one seemed to have been on edge that day. She disliked Tohru Honda as much as the others in the Fanclub, but number one seemed to be...strange.

Number two fanned herself off. It was such a hot day outside.

"So, what are we going to do about her, Motoko?" Number one questioned. Number three shook her head, and slowly spun in the chair, not really paying attention. Motoko looked up.

"What do you mean, number one?" she asked. Number took a slow, deep breath.

"I think we should get rid of the Honda problem." she said. Number three stopped spinning and stared. Did she really just say that..?

Motoko raised an eye brow.

"Get rid..? What do you mean? Oh, well, what I mean to say is, what are you suggesting here?"

"I'm suggesting we scare her or something, so she'll stop hanging around the Prince." she said mischievously. Number two straightened up in her seat and pondered what could be going through the other girl's mind.

"What?" Motoko replied.

"I think we should you know..."

"She thinks we should do everything short of beating her up, " Number two said, earning a curious look from Motoko and a death glare from Number two.

"To put it in a barbaric way such as that, yes. I do mean that. If we want the Witch to stop hanging around Yuki-kun so much, we should take action and do something to stop her!"

"Number one," Motoko said, leaning forward, "Barbaric. That is exactly what you are suggesting. Barbaric tactics. I will take no part of it."

"But, President! Don't you want the Honda to stop corrupting our dear Yuki-kun? It's enough having her around him all the time, but ever since she's started hanging around with him, the Yankee and the Goth have started hanging around him too! WE CAN'T EVEN GET CLOSE!"

Jeez, number thwo thought, you'd think she was marking her territory or something.

"You are forbidden from taking such actions. The Honda problem, well, there really isn't a Honda problem. So stop worrying about it." Motoko said, "I mean it. This private meeting that you called is over."

Number one steamed a bit, then stomped away. Not really sure what to do, number two trailed after her.

"Stupid Motoko. Why the hell is she president, anyway? She's not fit!" Number one seethed

"And I suppose, you are?" Number two, said sardonically. Number one stopped, and slapped her across the face. Number two stumbled back. She could feel the stinging on her cheek lessen when she rubbed it.

"What on earth is wrong with you!" she screeched at number one. Numbed one turned and clenched her hand into a fist. She threw a punch at Number two, and she flinched. She opened her eyes only to see the fist had stopped right in front of her face. Suddenly, Number one grabbed Number two by the collar and jerked her forward so they were face to face. Number one glowered down at the younger girl with fierce eyes.

"Yes," she stated, " I am fit to be President. And to prove it I will deal with the Honda problem with or without Motoko's help or permission."

"But- " Number two started to say, only to be shoved on the ground. She looked up in fear as the older girl towered over her.

"I will extinguish the Honda problem. And you will help me, no matter what, am I understood?"

"I-I guess s-so. But- " Number one started to walk away.

Enough of 'but'! Nothing will stop me! I will save Prince Yuki by dealing with Honda, Number one thought.

Number two stood up slowly, torn between following after her (out of fear) and going back to tell Motoko (out of righteousness).

No, she thought, I'll do something else...I fear for the Honda girl.

She is doomed.

DUN DUN DUN! The plot thickens! I know this is a weird Drabble. But, you'll understand. In the last chapter. Ok, so RxR ! I don't think I'll upload anymore chapters for a few hours. My parents are having a cookout today. oh well, PEACE EASY TO YA!
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