a/n;The story seems a bit slow right now, simply because I have things to explain, hehe. But next chapter will have some excitement, and will contain someone's OC~!

I've received quite a bit of OCs but submission is still open! And, if you could refrain from having them involved in arts(drawing/painting, mainly), and martial arts, that'd be great! Most of the ones I've got many involved with those, and I don't want too many. Also I won't accept any more OCs who have crushes on any of the Student Council members. Please understand(star)


Manabe and Minaho gladly offered to take on the roles of getting you situated within the Council, and explaining how things worked around there, and finally how you would be incorporated in it all. It had been the next day since the incident with you being forced into the Student Council, and having your first meeting with the devil himself. You still weren't entirely keen on this whole idea, considering you hadn't wanted any part in a club at all.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. The members had made some good impressions on you thus far, and you felt as if you could get along with them all, for the most part. Matatagi was an exclusively different story. (Although Minaho and Manabe dragging you across campus yesterday wasn't a walk in the park either, ha ha ha.)

Bringing your attention back to the two well-dressed males in front of you, both of them marred with the exact same expressions as yesterday; Minaho filled with a gleam of amusement, and Manabe with a strict, polished seriousness. "The Secretary is in charge of taking notes at the Student Council meetings and Executive Board meetings and will also type minutes for the student council," Minaho explained, equable with his steady tone of absolute raptness towards his exclamation.

Manabe pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, a certain bright sheen glossing over the glass, before he brought up the clipboard and listed off a couple more things you'd need to know, "You'd take charge of relaying information such as meeting dates, plans, making a contact list for every member, taking attendance for all meetings and holding said record on file for the entire year, organizing workers to accomplish feats, writing thank you notes to chaperones, and are in charge of public relations for the Council."

Holy hell is he done yet?

"Generally, this position requires a great deal of note taking skills, and phenomenal organization skills," Minaho amounted to the information, finishing it off skillfully. He could easily trace the subtle amount of color that drained from your cheeks, and how your brows creased together in disbelief; that was a handful of information to take in all at ounce, he couldn't blame you for not wrapping your head around it completely. "Don't worry. If there's anything you're still unsure of, you can always ask me or Manabe-kun," he added.

Manabe nodded his head in agreement to Minaho, glancing over at him temporarily, and handed you the clipboard which contained everything mentioned on thin, dull papers. "Minaho-kun is right. We'll be glad to give any assistance if we can," he disclosed to you who had freshly taken the board from his hands and were giving it a quick look over as you attentively listened to what they were saying.

"I got it. Thank you guys," you graciously thanked them while your lips tugged upwards into a cordial smile, truly glad they helped you like this so you weren't a fish flailing around on dry land with no source of water. You weren't the most organized person in the world, you lost a few documents here and there, but you had enough confidence you could truly take on this role and perfect it.

"Have you finished explaining everything to her?"

All three of your heads whipped around to the door, spotting Matatagi just entering the baronial room, and swiftly striding across it to his own desk. Manabe, now with an egotistical tint, proudly appealed to what the President wanted to hear; "Yes, President. We've gone through the basic run-in of how her position works."

"Good," Matatagi complimented briefly. Eyes quickly darting from you back to Manabe, a newfound glint of seriousness smearing his brown orbs. "Have you told her about anything else, though?" Tapping his fingers against the dark cedar desk to display the impatience seeping into him.

Minaho shook his head, "We haven't." There was a shadow looming around his marble green eyes, a merciless amusement twinkling them as he added, pitch a bit lower, "We were saving that for you."

Matatagi felt the corner of his lips raising into a slight smirk, resisting the overwhelming urge to further thank Manabe and Minaho for granting him the pleasure of explaining things in total detail to you. "I'll explain some more to you then, [Full Name]. You will get it, won't you?"

Involuntarily, you felt your eyebrow twitch upwards in irritation and your jaw clench together; he was making fun of you, wasn't he?! "Y-Yeah, I'll get it! Hurry up and tell me!" you fumed, trying your best to stave off your body betraying you by setting itself into sheer anger.

The sardonic enjoyment vanished from his features as he leaned forward, elbows becoming propped on top of his desk in the process, and he cleared his throat for a moment. "The Council rains supreme over practically everything. No club gets accepted unless we say so, no school event occurs unless we say so; our orders are absolute, as you may know. We are the heart of this school," he rambled through the small list of things the Council stood for.

How could such a good academy completely get run over by one Council? It was almost hard to swallow.

"I represent the Student Body. I rule the Student Body. I control the Student Body," Matatagi vehemently spoke, a mixture of malevolence and smugness stringing his voice together along with his typical modulated vocal cords. Shivers ran down the column of your spine, raking uncomfortable against your skin as you inveighed to yourself that this guy wasn't serious.

This Council was ridiculous, there's no way one group of students could truly own the academy, right? But then you remembered Sorano's words, her warning...surely was to beware of this! And here you were, dragged completely into it as the new Secretary, only on account of this President. You didn't have a choice, you told yourself, and a suffuse of awareness powdered your brain as you did.

"You're really serious, aren't you?" you inquired.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

He didn't.

Just before you could answer to his question, the doors were slammed open, and a panting Ibuki waltzed right in; oblivious to the tension filled air draping over the room. "Sorry I'm late. Class ran later then expected," he explained, breathy words to display he must've ran all the way here, or he was still effected by his class(whatever that was, you still had no clue). As no one said anything, he could only cock his head slightly..."What."


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