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Pocket Dance: Demon Slayers!

Chapter 3: Intervention in The Clubroom

"What do you want, Sket Dan?" Kiri glared at Bossun who was catching breath in front of him.

Tact could only see them from through second floor's window. He was careless not to consider the possibility of his lies happening. He didn't feel troubled by it though; he was only bothered by the fact that he made one mistake in his plan, because Tact was too keen to do things recklessly.

"They look furious, Tact. Isn't this kinda bad?" Silk asked.

"Huh! I couldn't care less! This is what he gets for messing with me!"

"It looks like Milk has cooled down tho…" she sweatdropped.

"That was fast! Just how half-assed of a man is he?" Tact commented. He's a little bit surprised. "Anyways, seems like there's no problem with them... HUH?"

He was shocked when he saw a blonde girl suddenly walked towards the gate where Bossun and Kiri were standing. The lass looked very happy for some reason, which only made Bossun more convinced that the mail was true.

"That's Onizuka-senpai? Now your prank mail is really happening, Tact… What should we do?"

"Hmm… Let's watch them for a little longer. I want to observe Bossun-san's reaction," Tact answered.

"I see," she replied.

"If my assumption was right, he should be…"

They could not hear anything from their spot. The range was too far and the targets were talking normally. However, Tact still got something he wanted just by observing Bossun's expression who suddenly ran back to the school building, leaving his vice-president with the student council's manager of general affairs alone. Tact and Silk could notice tears running down the running lad's cheeks comically.

"Hmph," Tact smirked.

"So what is our next move? Your assumption seemed spot on," the girl inquired.

"Let's go back to our clubroom first."

They walked down the corridor, heading towards the Pocket-Dan's headquarters where the other member, Smile, was waiting alone. Or supposed to be alone, to be more exact. When Tact and Silk arrived at the room, a mysterious guest welcomed them; he was an old man with stylish cyclopean visor and white long robe.

"A client?"

"I thought you said Smile had already gone home."

Tact smirked at Silk. "Well this is our home," he claimed as he made his way towards the sofa. His heartwarming remark just now had made the calm Silk in awe, but also flustered for the words 'our home'. It stimulated her to start imagining things if Tact's statement becomes reality. The clubroom consist only of 4 desks with chairs and 2 sofas. Where'll they sleep? Sofa? But there are only two sofas. Ah, maybe we'll decide it with a janken... But what if I lose and got to sleep with Tact or Smile? she blushed.

"Tact, this is definitely not our home."

"What are you talking about? Come here Silk. We have a client."

"Oh, right. I'll- I'll go make some tea," she brushed off her embarrassment by swerving her body toward the tea maker.

Smile, who's sitting across the old man, shook his head slightly and then moved his hand to communicate. As Tact read the moves, he understood that Smile didn't know the old man's identity and they stayed in awkward silence since the senile could not understand his pantomime.

As Tact sat next to Smile, he asked, "So who are you, old man?"

"I'm Cyclops."

"Uh… That's your nickname?"

"No. My nickname would be 'Cyc'," he answered.

Tact stared at him before he commented, "Lame."

His comment only shocked Cyclops and made him shed tears, "You're the first one to call it lame…"

"Seriously… What era did you live from?"

"Here, have some tea," Silk suddenly came and served cups of tea to the customer and Tact. She then sat beside the leader.

"So how can we help you? We can do anything, so feel free to ask," claimed Tact proudly. The old man, however, didn't respond quickly.

"Ah. I'm Cyclops."

"We already know that," Silk reacted.

"You can call me Director 'Cyc' M.K. 5"

"Did you just try to change my opinion about your nickname? It stays lame, I tell you! Just cut to chase, will you?"

"I was the founder of The Campus Support Club during my younger days," he informed. "I'm here to warn you guys, the newly-established one."

Tact raised his brow, "Heh. Warn us?"

"Yes. I haven't told your predecessor about this yet."

He gulped.

"There are curses lie between The Campus Support Club's members and it is inevitable!" Cyc claimed, his voice was echoing throughout the room.

"Curse? As if I'd buy that!"

"What is this curse?" asked Silk out of her curiosity.

Suddenly, the atmosphere felt heavy inside the clubroom. Even the arrogant Tact dropped a sweat behind his smug smile. The only one who didn't seem to be affected was Smile. He just kept smiling there. The old man didn't seem to care as he just answered the girl's question. "The curse was…!"

Ba-dump, ba-dump. The tension got tightened.

"Ah. You need to learn about the history of how I form the club first! So, back in my day..."

Tact hung his head low and slapped his forehead. What an annoying old man! he thought. I got no time for this! He raised his head up again and yelled, "Hey old man! Just summarise it to a 3 sentences long! I am busy!"

"B-But...!"

"Just do it! Or I'll ask Silk to take that visor off of your face!" he threatened.

Cyc was taken aback by Tact's treatment. His loud voice shocked his heart and his menace made his grip on the teacup trembling. Nonetheless, he felt accomplished somehow. "Such youth. You remind me of my young self!"

"So I formed Otasuke-gumi with my 2 friends, Umeko and Shuuichi. It was the first campus support club. We had helped everyone with anything. We-"

"-Alright! Stop! That's 3 sentences! Now tell us about the curse!" Tact cut in, upsetting Cyclops.

"OK. I will now tell you the curses that have been derived from generations to generations of campus support club! There are 3 curses!"

"Number one! Campus support club won't get along with the student council"

Tact nodded. It sounds familiar to him. Then he remembered how Bossun always fights with Tsubaki Sasuke, the president of student council. Tact himself also doesn't really like to linger with the silver-haired ninja who also happen to be a student council. This facts had made him more interested in hearing the rest of the story.

"Number two! The girl member always has weird dialect!"

"That's purely coincidence!" Tact commented.

"And that's rude! Hakata dialect isn't weird!" Silk defended her pride, her identity.

Ignoring Silk's complaint, Cyc continued telling his juniors the curse, "Number 3! You will fight 'demons' someday!"

Tact furrowed his brows, unable to believe what he had just heard. No matter how many times he tried to analyze the meaning behind the word 'demon', he still can't get it. It's pretty much a nonsense to him. "Are you bluffing?" he inquired.

"No. And there's also this last curse. Curse number 4..."

"You said there are only 3!"

"Really? Then that's that! All 4 curses that will haunt your high school life as campus support club!" he said before he sipped the tea only to spurt them out again, "Wah! This tea is too sweet! It's literally sugar with tea!"

"That's what you get for insulting Hakata dialect!"

Later on, the director left the clubroom. As he left, Tact started to wonder if the curse was true. The first 2 wasn't really interesting, but the third one had caught his attention. What kind of demon awaits in their future? Can he still carries on his own mission?

a/n: Uhh It's late and I'm too lazy to type the history of Otasuke-gumi. =.=

It's been forever since the last update. I'm sorry. I was hooked up to do my other fics.. It's kinda challenging.

Well, thanks for reading! please review if you have free time.