"So, what do we need to fix this place, do you think?" Tony asked, as Miho finished signing the papers to begin the process of buying the place.

"Well, for starters that has definitely got to go," Miho said with disgust, pointing over her shoulder back to the sex dungeon room.

"Agreed," Shaho said, as she collected the papers. "You could probably renovate it to a storage room if you want to, or knock down the walls and make it an open-concept side room."

"One way or another, that thing is gone," Miho said, before pointing to her next target, the walled-off loft. "That…looks aggressive."

"Closed off rooms made of concrete will seem so," Tony said. "If you want, I could probably knock down the wall and insert a full-wall glass panel there. Some people use that as either a VIP area or their office, so they can look down on the regular club-goers."

"Change the entrance as well," Shaho suggested, "It both looks tacky and impractical. Imagine if you were drunk and tried to get down those stairs."

"We could extend that upper level over as a walkway," Miho told her, before pointing back at the caged staircase and the balcony it led up to. "We can also create two bars, one down here for the regular clubbers, and the second one in that balcony for the people that don't want to dance."

"Close off the balcony for a second room, I like it." Tony grinned, "Anything else?"

"Well for starters," A voice behind them said with malice, "You can begin by explaining why we're here, Ms. Nishizumi."

Miho immediately tensed up, hearing the familiar voice and the sharp edge it held. Next to her, Tony and Shaho looked behind her with questioning eyes.

"Who's the pipsqueak?" Tony asked, pointing at someone behind her. Slowly, Miho rotated on her heels and found herself face to face with two red pigtails.

"H-hi, Anzu…" Miho smiled weakly, as she faced the entire Student Council, all red in the face with fury in their eyes.

Well, two of them.

"If I may make a suggestion?' Yuzu muttered weakly, as she crossed her legs together. "Can we add a bathroom?"

Silence.

"Of all the things," Shaho muttered out, facepalming, "We forgot the restrooms?!"


0100 Hours, 5 hours before Miho and Tony get onto the mainland

Yuzu didn't flaunt it, but if she was being honest, she was probably more important to the school than Anzu and Momo combined.

Oh, sure. Momo may look like a smart–ass with her 'basic glasses for nerds' (Anzu's words, not hers), and Anzu looked and frankly acted like she ran the entire thing with a sloppy grin and a bag of sweet potato chips, but at the end of the day, everything that didn't need the President's signature landed on the desk of the Vice-President, i.e her. This included planning field trips, conversing with the separate clubs of the school, dealing with the Administration, and of course, the school budget.

Tallying the budgetary expenses of the school clubs fell on her desk, mostly because while it was Anzu's job, a loophole in the school Constitution allowed Anzu to shrug it off on Yuzu all the time.

So, come the weekend after a practice match, she once more logged onto HSBC and mentally prepared herself for a depleted bank account and the inevitable call to the club presidents that she would once more have to cut their budgets temporarily to float up the Sensha-Do team. It was not a fun job to deal with.

What she was not expecting was a balance six digits long in American dollars, eight digits long in yen. What she was not expecting was the fact that the donation came from an unrelated man of the club (The only donations they have so far were from family members), and what she was definitely not expecting was a note added to the deposit.

'For Miho's friends.'

Thirty seconds later had her already calling Momo and Anzu on two separate phones.


"...s. Kadotani? Ms. Kadotani, are you still there?" Came a voice from her personal phone.

"...I'll call you later," Anzu muttered, and quickly hung up, still staring at her school phone.

That was Uncle Tom, a…recruiter for a group only known as The Establishment. Following Yuzu's and Miho's revelation of the exact circumstances of how the other schools had made their money, Anzu secretly began to seek them out, figuring that there was someone that was regulating these actions rather than the individual teams doing it by themselves. Much as Anzu didn't want to, the risk of losing her team for the second time was too great to pass up, and as such contacted him.

Her hanging up was thanks to a screenshot that Yuzu just shared to the Student Council chat group, showing their team balance and the note that came with the donation.

"Do either of you know where Ms. Nishizumi is?" Anzu asked, deathly calm to her subordinates.

Even through a phone call, you could hear Momo and Yuzu gulping.


0600 Hours, Eastern Side of Oorai School Carrier

It was really just luck Yuzu had found Miho and her new friend early in the morning. Thanks to being the Vice-President and all the paperwork headache that came with that job, she had a habit of sleeping late and waking early to tackle any work before the school day started. Sunday's were no exception, except she usually went for a run instead of starting on paperwork.

As she rounded the bend, she came to a halt almost immediately and quickly ducked back around before looking again.

There was Miho, in a hoodie twice her size and sitting on a bench, hunched over her laptop with some middle-aged 50-year-old guy sitting next to her, talking and pointing at the screen.

Oh wait, that's a 50-year-old white guy.

Thought's racing following the budgetary costs revelation last night, Yuzu immediately whipped out her phone and took some shots of Miho and the other guy. When they all felt the ship come to a halt at port, both of them started down the ramp, on opposite ends and at different times.

Probably Miho's idea to not get caught

Immediately dialing Anzu and Momo and telling them the story, she was ordered to shadow them as best as possible while the two of them tried to get there to catch them in the act.

After all, they did have some questions for Ms. Nishizumi, and it would be hard to question a lady that's been fucked out of her mind.

Creeping behind the two, Yuzu ditched her tracksuit into her running bag in favor of a more casual outfit that allowed her to blend in better with the crowd. She always kept an eye on the man, mostly because it was easier to do with how different he looked and spoke compared to the other inhabitants of Yokohama.

"Whoops, pardon me!" He said loudly, as he tried to scoot through a group of people to get closer to Miho. Coming in from behind, she got close enough where she could hear their conversation clearly enough if she strained her ears.

"...set this place up, I'm going to need to call over some friends from the States…"

Ah, an American. That explained absolutely nothing.

When their train stopped, she saw that the man went to the other side of the car, and disembarked from there. Shadowing him, she saw the two of them enter an alleyway and begin to converse. Of course, since it was the open city, she couldn't make out what they had said.

Again, they split up. As the man went down one alleyway, Miho took down her hoodie and began walking on the sidewalk around the block. Following Miho this time, she ducked behind groups of people and bus stops until eventually, they made it to their destination.

It was an old building under foreclosure, with boarded-up windows and about 2 stories to it. Ducking behind another alleyway, she saw Miho and the American converse for a while before entering the building.

Miho, what are you doing? Yuzu thought to herself. She quickly texted the location to Anzu and Momo, before keeping an eye on the place to make sure the duo didn't exit without her seeing them.

The Student Council duo came up in a taxi around 15 minutes later.

"They're still inside there," Yuzu nodded to the building, as Anzu stepped out and Momo followed, paying the driver on the way out.

"This place looks decrepit," Momo noted, "What is the Commander doing in a place like this?"

"A better question would be why is she doing this?" Anzu muttered disappointingly, "If it was to the point of having to sell off her body to make money, don't you think she'd have either told us or tried to ask her mother for some donations?"

"Whatever the reasoning," Yuzu spoke, "We have to go inside now. I've been watching the front entrance for the past 15 minutes now, but I don't know if there's a separate exit in there."

Nodding in approval, the trio walked up and entered the building.

The place was decrepit, that was for certain, but in fairly alright condition. Feeling abandoned, the group could find no structural damage to the area.

"This place looks like it hasn't been used in months, maybe years," Momo noted, bringing her uniform over her nose to protect from the dust.

"Look, footsteps," Anzu noted. Yuzu and Momo looked to where the President had pointed. With the entire floor covered in a thin layer of dust, they could barely make out three sets of footsteps, all leading around a corner bend.

"An adult male, an adult female, and a kid by the looks of it," Anzu muttered. "The female tracks are older, but not by much. Maybe an hour or two before the male and kid."

Yuzu and Momo raised an eyebrow at Anzu, who just shrugged. "What, never watched NCIS on a VPN?"

"You watch NCIS?" Yuzu asked.

Anzu shrugged again. "I like the Navy, sue me."

Accepting the simple response, the trio began making their way slowly through the property, stopping immediately when they heard a conversation coming from behind a door. Putting a fist up, Momo carefully peeked the door open.

"...thing is gone." That was Miho's voice! Rotating around, Momo found that her friends all came to the same revelation, with Anzu looking grim but confused at the same time, and Yuzu…

"Yuzu, are you okay?" Momo whispered as Yuzu began trembling on the spot, pressing her thighs together.

"I haven't gone to the bathroom for nearly 12 hours, sue me Momo!" Yuzu angrily whispered back, "Let's just get this over with, I'm about to burst here."

"Whatever this place is, it better have a bathroom," Anzu muttered, pushing the door slowly and entering the room, Momo and Yuzu coming in behind her.

Jackpot. They were on an overlooking floor from where Miho and her group was, and could see the full layout of the area, including the man Miho came in with and a third lady decked out in a simple business suit.

"...don't want to dance." Miho said to her group. The man grinned.

"Close off the balcony for a second room, I like it. Anything else?"

Anzu decided to reveal herself now. "Well for starters," She said as she stood up from behind her hiding position, Momo and Yuzu rising with her. "You can begin by explaining why we're here, Ms. Nishizumi."

Miho's group froze, and looked at the newcomers. Miho herself tensed up.

"Who's the pipsqueak?" The man asked, pointing at Anzu. Slowly rotating herself, Miho came to face Anzu.

"H-hi...Anzu…" Miho squeaked out weakly, as she met the angry eyes of the entire Student Council.

Before any of them could speak, however…

"If I may make a suggestion?" Yuzu muttered out, as her legs began trembling even more. "Can we add a bathroom?"

Silence, then…

"Of all the things," the woman facepalmed, "We forgot the restroom?!"

15 minutes after the encounter

Luckily, there indeed was a bathroom on the site. Unfortunately, it was located in the basement, which would mean that they would still have to put a bathroom in on the main floor. After Shaho and Yuzu came back up from the basement, all six of them sat across from each other, the Student Council seated on some spare chairs Tony had found and dragged from the balcony upstairs.

"So...let me get this straight…?" Momo asked, taking off her glasses to rub her eyes, then setting them back on. "You were thinking up ways to make money for the team last night?"

Miho nodded.

"Then," Momo turned to face Tony, "You met her when you both conveniently sat down on the same bench, and proposed to her opening a nightclub to help our financial problem?"

"That's the truth," Tony said, throwing his cigarette butt on an ashtray he also found on the balcony and brought down.

"Wait wait wait wait," Yuzu injected, "Why were you even on the Zuikaku in the first place?"

"Eh, dumb luck I suppose," Tony shrugged. "I asked the receptionist at JFK to just send me anywhere else but New York, and she gave me a ticket to your ship."

"Moving on," Anzu continued, "So you found this place, came to check it out, then somehow met your grandmother who had been missing for two decades as well?"

Yuzu turned to face Shaho, "Ma'am." She greeted her.

"Don't force my granddaughter into any more longshot goals, you hear me?" She threateningly raised her realtor file in a manner that looked like she was going to slap the three. "The only reason why I didn't already sue you for bribery and harassment is because Miho asked me not to."

Next to her, Miho balled up her hoodie on her lap, and was playing around with a spare Boko doll she found packaged in the basement. Said Boko being dressed up in an Afrika Korps uniform.

"Got it, got it…" Yuzu said hastily, pushing herself away from the file.

"And now you want to take this place…and make it into a nightclub so we can pay for the team?" Momo summed it up.

"About so," Tony agreed, before taking a sniff of the air. "Just realized this place reeks. You think you can put down an overhaul of the ventilation system as well, darling?" He flashes a grin at Shaho, who rolled her eyes.

"Only in the bedroom or when I'm drunk, Mr. Prince. Otherwise, it's Nishizumi to you." She gave an equally cheeky grin as she noted down the request.

"Ew ew ew, no!" Miho gagged, putting away her bear. "That's gross!"

"Your initial plan for money literally called for you to sell off your body as a whore, Miho," Tony raised an eyebrow. "Comparable, that really isn't that surprising, or meaningful."

"I just got my grandmother back after 15 years or so, Mr. Tony," She accused him, "Can you wait until I've gone home at least?"

Tony looked at Shaho warily then back at the sex dungeon that was cordoned off with a lot of blue painters tape Shaho had on hand. "What was it you said the last time I met you, Ms. Nishizumi? 'The next time we meet I want you to tie me up and-'."

The Student Council proceeded to gag even more, Miho's face turning a red crimson and sinking into her Boko bear's soft embraces. Shaho wasn't much better, glaring at Tony with fury.

Instead of yelling at him, however, Shaho covered her mouth with the paper and mumbled something out. "...when she leaves…"

"Grandma!" Miho turned an even darker crimson, and curled up with the Boko doll. The Student Council giggled a bit at that.

"While I'm sure the subject of Ms. Nishizumi and Mr. Prince's sex life would be of interest to somebody," Momo began, stopping giggling first, "We really should get back on track to what we're actually talking about."

"We'll help you set this place up, Miho," Anzu told her.

"Wuh-what?" Miho asked.

"Well, the funds are supposed to go to the team," Yuzu began.

"So it wouldn't look good on us if you set up only by yourself without our help." Anzu finished.

"We'll contract everything under personal names, of course," Momo adjusted her monocle, "Administration lets us off doing a wide array of things, but starting a Nightclub under our name is probably not one of them."

"I…thank you, Momo," Miho bowed, "You too, Anzu, Yuzu."

"Hey!" Anzu smacked her on the back and gave her a grin, "Happy to help, Commander!"

"Speaking of the Commander," Yuzu started, "We really should be getting back to the Zuikaku. Darjeeling has invited us for tea at noon, and the time is approaching."

"Your grandmother and I will stay behind," Tony told her. "We'll finish the paperwork and talk about what needs to be done here to get this place in working order. I'll need to call several of my friends as well from the States to help set this place up."

"Alright then," Miho nodded, standing up and giving her grandmother a hug, before walking out with the Student Council.

Just as Shaho and Tony thought they were alone, Miho's voice rang from the balcony, "And if you are going to do it, please clean up the room afterward? I don't want to come back here having the place stink like an orgy happened."

"Don't worry, Miho," Shaho yelled back, giving Tony a mischievous grin, "It's not like we'd need to clean up much anyways afterward."

Tony gave her an accusing glare, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That means you're forty, and gay" Shaho wagged a finger at him. "I'll guess you'll last 7 minutes, tops, inside of me before you collapse on the bed."

Tony gave her an angry glare, but instead of yelling, swept around Shaho and spun her to knock her concentration, before making out with her fully on the lips. "Bi-sexual, darling," he said, coming off of the kiss not breaking a sweat as Shaho panted heavily. "I'll show you a good time."

As Tony and Shaho made out once more and maneuvered towards the sex dungeon, Miho could only gag heavily, and quickly exited out of the place, rejoining the Student Council outside.

"Well, that went well," Anzu said.

"Can't believe you thought I was going to sell myself off," Miho accused them lightly.

"Look, Mr. Prince is a 40-something-year-old man," Yuzu defended, "It was a safe bet after the conversation last night."

"So glad you think that little of my dignity," Miho pouted, cuddling the Boko doll.

"You should probably clean that doll off when you get home," Momo told her, "Who knows how long it's been sitting in that basement." All four girls began to walk back to the Zuikaku.

"Since when did they even make Boko dolls in an Afrika Korps uniform?" Momo asked.

"They're specially manufactured in Germany," Miho told her. "Only sold there as well, so I'm glad I could find this one. I actually found two of them," She unfurled her hoodie to reveal a second Boko doll, also in an Afrika Korps uniform. "I'll give it to Yukari-San, she's been wanting this one as well."

"Well, we better start moving," Anzu told them, looking at her watch, "St. Gloriana invited up for noon, and it's currently 10:30."

Nodding quickly, all four girls hailed a cab and went back to the Zuikaku.

Aboard the Ark Royal, 10:30 A.M

The man had no face, only symbolized by the default profile picture of a roughly male human outline of the video call. In the room, Assam and Orange Pekoe fidgeting nervously, each twirling the round, egg-like object they were given for the task, while Darjeeling conversed with the person.

"Do you understand your job?" The voice asked, distorted.

"Yes, sir…" Darjeeling said, nervously tapping on her lap.

"Good. Mount a camera, I wish to see this in real-time," The voice told her, "And chin up, why don't you? I'm paying you double your rate for this event, so do try and give me a good show?"

"Y-yes, sir…" She said.

"Good," even without looking at the speaker's face, Darjeeling could tell that its bearer was grinning, "There is a market for the girls from Oarai growing after they won the championships. Uncle Tom should be in the process of getting them to sign on as well."

Darjeeling didn't like that. Oarai was a small school, even smaller than Anzio, and they just started back up their team. They didn't deserve to be a part of the Establishment, but everyone knew how much the costs of running a Sensha-Do team are. It was a miracle that Kuromorimine lasted so long without signing on as well, and that was all thanks to the Nishizumi Clan's backing.

It would take them a miracle to stay clean.

A.N: Well, chapter 4! And yes, that is saying something, as that makes this officially the second-longest fanfic that I've ever written!

Yes, really. That should tell you something about my commitment to writing.

Rest assured, I do have the drive to write this story!

Just not to actually write in general…

Anyways! Hope you enjoyed it! I'd like to say I can't wait to start having them build the nightclub up, but that requires me to…*shudders*... plan out how that will go. Gross.

Anyways, hope you're having a good day! If you haven't seen it as well, I have another GuP Xover fic, this time with Assassins Creed! Go check it out!