Miho ran through the midnight streets of the Zuikaku, shooting Saori an apology that she couldn't make it to their sleepover tonight. Cutting through back alleyways, her laptop bag (With a Boko Keychain on it, obviously) swung wildly against her hip. She stopped it with her hand and contemplated her decision as she neared the Internet Cafe she and this Mr. Prince decided on.

Oh god what did I agree to? She thought. It had seemed like a good deal at the time. The man said he could guarantee upwards of at least $30,000 every day, and she had taken his deal without a second thought, but now she was hesitant. Who wouldn't be after you find out your new partner was also a wanted criminal?

Tax evasion, Possession of Cocaine, and Public Nudity, oh god the public nudity…It wasn't that hard to find his criminal record, considering he was (and still is) one of the most wanted men in New York City. She found whole articles about him, how he got chased by the Russian and Italian Mobs, how his nightclubs were seized, and suddenly found herself a whole lot less interested in the idea of this Nightclub.

She contemplated turning around, just leaving him without warning and walking away. She could head to Saori's place, they probably wouldn't mind her showing up unannounced, maybe she could contact Maho, see if she could help her out.

But before she made up her mind, she found herself staring at a glass door, and realized she had already made it to the internet cafe. Tony saw her through the glass door, and waved her over with a smile. Miho meeped, and headed inside. She pulled over her hoodie, so as no one could see her meeting with the man.

"Lemme guess, you searched me online?" Tony asked as Miho walked to the back of the cafe where he was. He took a sip of some coffee he ordered, finding it not as strong as the ones back at New York.

"I...I mean...yeah…" Miho admitted. Tony nodded.

"I expected as much. Told you I did run the best nightclubs in NYC, wouldn't be that hard to assume you wanted to know more. What else did you find?"

"Your...criminal record…" Miho whispered.

To this, Tony gave a chuckle, "Oh god my record, I remember that thing."

"Public Nudity!" Miho shouted, nearly catching the attention of everyone in the cafe. She, wisely, ducked behind her seat rest, and everyone shrugged it off before returning to what they were doing.

"Keep it down, will you?" Tony hissed. "Loose lips sink ships and all that."

"What was I thinking oh dear god what was I thinking.." Miho muttered to herself, curling up on her seat. Tony rolled her eyes, and slowly poured some of his steaming coffee on her jacket, missing her laptop. She shot up with a yelp and hastily threw off her jacket.

"Look, you're probably regretting your choices now, I get that," Tony began.

"That's an understatement!" Miho hissed back.

"But hear me out, alright?" Tony asked cautiously. Miho mulled it over, before tentatively agreeing. "Great. I get I'm not a good guy to work with, I know, but this is where the big bucks are made, alright? Moving coke, running guns, swiping this and that, left and right, that's how people make money in the world."

"Well if making big bucks means I work with a criminal, I want no part of it." Miho hissed.

Tony just raised an eyebrow, "Weren't you planning on doing that regardless, even before meeting me?" To this, Miho just stared at him, dumbstruck. Tony rolled his eyes, and pulled up a website on his phone. "I know for a fact that prostitution is illegal in Japan, even more than in the US, and yet where did I find you? Sitting on a bench, contemplating whether or not selling off your body to a bunch of middle-aged white men was a good idea."

Tony, suddenly, looked at her with soft eyes. Miho likened it almost to a mentorial gaze, and also one of pity. "Look, nobody rich enough to call themselves rich got there purely by being a goody-two-shoes. Your family made its fortune manufacturing guns for the Imperial Army back in '38," How did he know about that?, "most politicians get themselves elected by running smear campaigns and god knows what else. Hell, I'll bet my shades that the money you'd make by whoring yourself out to business men is probably dirty or washed money."

"Now you get to your choice," Tony tells her, "You could either work with me, a wanted criminal, and make money through less than legal pursuits, or work with politicians and rich corpo idiots for the same money, but become a criminal yourself and losing your dignity to call yourself a high school girl in the process."

Miho only took a few moments to make her decision, "How can you make sure I'm not going to get a record myself?"

"I'll use my name as the contact, should we ever need to at all," Tony told her, examining his nails, "Being a wanted criminal in the States pulls some strings around here, but that's all in the future," He waved it off, and pulled out his laptop. Miho did the same.

"Alright, the first thing anyone needs when opening a nightclub is a place," Tony told her, as Miho listened. "Respecting your wishes as wanting to remain as above-the-table as possible, we're going to have to first buy a place, as opposed to just opening up one in some warehouse like I've seen some idiots do in the past."

Pulling up a realtors website, they scrolled through possible properties, looking for one that won't destroy their bank account but was large enough to suit their purposes. They eventually found a building near the Hakkeijima Sea Paradise Amusement Park, a couple of blocks around from the Yokohama University of Medicine. It was enough with three floors, one main, one above and one below. It was a corner place, with a small road leading around to the back door (Imagine the Lux nightclub from the Lucifer TV show). Better still, it was in foreclosure, as the last owner had apparently run off and didn't bother to continue to pay for the place, placing it on listing for a third of what the nearby places were worth. Tony and Miho agree about it, and booked a tour of the place for the next day.

"Hey," Tony got Miho's attention as she began to leave. "I know you may be having second thoughts about this, so if you ever plan on backing out, I'll let you."

"Wait, really?" Miho asked. Tony shrugged.

"Eh, sure, I'll give you a cut of the cash so you won't immediately go bottoms up, and we'll walk away."

"I..um...thanks, Mr. Prince. That's really nice of you." Miho admitted.

Tony grinned, "You're a high schooler, Miho, and a popular one at that. I've seen a lot of kids your age throw away their lives thanks to my places back in NYC, and I'll be damned if that'll happen to you as well."

"Thanks for that, Mr. Prince," Miho said.

"Don't thank me just yet," Tony said. He pulled up his phone, and fiddled around with it for a moment, before pocketing it. Miho got a notification on her phone and pulled it out.

"¥27,000,000!" Miho screamed in shock, as she stared at the bank account of the Oorai Sensha-Do team, which now held a number with 9 digits and was close to 100x what was in it 15 minutes ago.

"Russian bastards didn't get all my money," Tony said nonchalantly, "And you're going to need the cash to keep your team up as long as you're not pulling in any sponsors-" Anything else he was going to say was knocked out of him as Miho pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you...thank you…" She nearly cried out. Tony was glad that the cafe had emptied out a while ago.

"Don't think nothing of it," Tony said, awkwardly patting Miho on the back, "Just meet me at the place tomorrow, we have to meet with the realtor."

Miho pulled herself away from the hug, and dried off the remaining tears on her jacket, "I'll see you there. It's Sunday anyway, so I'm not expected at school."

Tony smiled, and began walking out, "I'll see you tomorrow, Miho."

"See you, Tony…" Miho said awkwardly and quickly exited as well.


For anyone not willing to do the math, 27,000,000 yen is roughly under $250,000. When Miho said it was worth 100x what they had, that meant they had roughly 270,000 yen, or just under $2500. Big step up I know.


"Ah, it sure is nice today!" Saori sighed, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Hear hear," Yukari agreed, raising her vintage German canteen filled with some energy drink. As they usually do on Sundays, the ladies that made the crew of the Panzerkampfwagen Ausf. G would usually meet up at a local cafe, perfectly situated equidistant from all 5 of their houses.

Currently, 4 ladies had converged on the cafe. Saori, wearing a light cardigan sweater and a pair of shorts, had gotten there first with Hana, who had a tracksuit on from her run earlier that morning. Yukari had gotten there next, the tank-a-holic girl wearing what looked to be a simple t-shirt and jeans. Lastly came Mako, who stumbled into the cafe in what looked to be her PJ's and a hoodie on top to conceal that fact.

As Mako mumbled out her order to the barista and came to sit in the cubicle, Hana took out her phone and checked the time. "8:00 AM. Miho isn't usually this late."

The rest of the girls shared this statement. It was usually Miho who would have come in first before any of them, to the point of memorizing their orders so that they could be finished and ready to serve by the time they had gotten there.

"It isn't like Nishizumi-dono to not show." Yukari mused. She also took out her phone and sent a quick text to their group chat.


[GermanFan] Nishizumi-Dono, where are you?

[LookingForTheOne] Miho, are you there? You aren't usually late.

[ILikeFlowers] I would also like to wonder where you are, Miho-San.

[CommanderBoko] Sorry girls! I couldn't make it today. I have to meet with someone regarding our team budget.

[GermanFan] The team budget?

[StillSleeping] Ankou alone costs several tens of thousands of yen to maintain after every match. Did you honestly think it would be as cheap to run the club as the rest of the other clubs of the school?

[LookingForTheOne] Wow, really? Who knew Sensha-Do was so expensive?

[GermanFan] It isn't uncommon for some of the larger teams to run through millions of yen every year on their budgets.

[ILikeFlowers] Really? How do they find so much cash?

[GermanFan] No one actually knows. They say subsidies from the governments they represent as well as donations and tuition make up the bulk of the income, but when Saunders, Kuromorimine, and St. Gloriana can pony up literally tens of millions of US Dollars every year on their teams, some people are skeptical of that claim.

[CommanderBoko] Well, I don't know how the other schools pay for it, but in Kuromorimine the majority of the budget was from monthly donations made by several rich individuals, and the obnoxiously high tuition rate made up the rest. So much so that we manage to horde several million a year as a sort of fallback if something goes wrong.

[ILikeFlowers] Who are these wealthy individuals?

[CommanderBoko] The name Goto Matsumoto ring a bell to any of you?

[StillSleeping] The President of Standard Machines?

[CommanderBoko] I once shook hands with him when he gave my mother a check for 2.5 million US Dollars.

[GermanFan] Wait, really?

[CommanderBoko] When I was still Vice-Commander at KMM, I would literally call him on a weekly basis so as to keep the relationship between him and our school.

[GermanFan] Nishizumi-Dono is amazing…

[CommanderBoko] :D Thanks, Yukari. Anyways, I have to go. I'm about to meet with a prospective donor.

[LookingForTheOne] Good luck, Miho!

[ILikeFlowers] I wish you the best of luck as well, Miho-san. I will ask my mother, maybe she would like to donate to the club as well.

[CommanderBoko] That would be nice, Hana. I'll see you girls la-

[StillSleeping] GGGLKHSDKLGJPOIWEOJSDMGNNSGJOKLJKKJHOIPSKNDGSKDLK

[CommanderBoko] What was that?!

[LookingForTheOne] Mako just fell asleep on her phone...again.

[CommanderBoko] Ah. That makes sense.

[ILikeFlowers] Anyways, when you're back from your meeting, would you like to join us in Yokohama later today? I had just gotten an invitation from Pekoe-San to a small tea party Darjeeling-Sama is setting up.

[CommanderBoko] I would love to. Just...try to keep Mako awake for the whole thing this time.

[GermanFan] We'll try, Nishizumi-Dono!


"You ready, Mio?" Tony asked, nudging the girl.

"Ooh? Yeah. My friends just texted me," She stuttered, pocketing her phone and digging deep into her hoodie. With Tony being some middle-aged man, rumours would fly if Miho was found with him. Thus, they gave her a jacket that was a size too large to hide her figure and gave her a codename to use in public. Tony called her paranoid. Miho agreed. "They want to hang out in Yokohama later today."

Tony smirked. "Can I join you?"

"Mr. Tony!" She hissed out. Tony just chuckled.

"Don't worry, I was joking. I couldn't join you anyways. If we're going to set this place up, I'm going to need to call over some friends from the States to help out."

They had gotten off the Zuikaku at early dawn, right before anyone that would recognize Miho was usually awake. It was a fair shock to both of them when the Ark Royal had also pulled into port, but they managed to dance through the crowd before anyone from St. Gloriana also saw them.

The intercom on the train rang, "[Next stop, Fukuura Station, on the Kanazawa Seaside Line] For our English speakers: Next stop, Fukuura Station, on the Kanazawa Seaside Line."

"Well, this is our stop, Mio," Tony said. He stood up and began first, making his way to the other side of the car, so Miho wouldn't be seen walking with him. Again, paranoia. Miho still agreed.

When the train doors opened, both stepped out of the car. They mingled in with the crowd, keeping their distance and staggering until they met at the back of the group. When they exited the station, they pulled into a nearby alleyway.

"Alright, the building's a couple of blocks away. It'll be under your name, so you have to go in first." Tony reiterated the plan. Miho, not trusting Tony still, and Tony not wanting to be caught on official papers, agreed it would go under Miho, or at least the club name on the lease.

Nodding, Miho walked first, taking down her hoodie. Tony took a more indirect route that would cut through several alleyways. Both eventually met up in front of the building, with a large 'FORECLOSURE' sign on the side of it.

Tony smirked, "Ladies first," and stepped aside, waving her in.

"Ever the gentleman," Miho joked and opened the door.

AN: Well, that took a while. Sorry for making you wait, but now they get to finally begin the setup! If you search the Lux up online, you'll find what I tried to describe, besides the fact that it isn't a single building in the middle of the highway because Miho isn't a demon (Probably).

Also, Standard Machine in this story is the Japanese version of General Motors.