Note : If you're just now tuning in, this is not a troll fic. It's a guess as to what Konata's first fan fic would look like. I am intentionally trying to make this chapter horrible and more unreadable than my usual work. Bear in mind that this is an important part of the plot. As a reminder, this is a K-On story. Have you not seen K-On? A bunch of girls get together, form a band, never practice, and experience relatively little character development. It's an acquired taste. Kind of like Lucky Star.
Bleeding Hearts : March of Justice!
By Ko Nami.
AZUSA'S POV (Point of view)
Today, I shall make them practice. Azusa thought to herself.
The light music club never practiced, but today they would practice, Azusa would make sure of that. They would practice until their fingers bled, until they were exhausted, until it was way past time for all of them to go home. If they actually intended to become a band, they would need to practice. If they continued on the path they were on now, they would never get anywhere. If they were supposed to go to Budokan, they would need to begin to take themselves a little more seriously. Being lazy wouldn't get them anywhere. This was not what Azusa had been thinking when she had join the band. Perhaps it would have been better if she had joined that other band the one time when she thought about joining another band. Perhaps then she might actually be going somewhere. It wasn't like she wanted to become a famous musician. It was the music made her feel good and she wanted to continue to feel good by playing more music as much as possible whenever she could however she could whenever she wanted when it pleased her and even when it did not do so as much. The day was approaching its end and it was time for Azusa to head up to the clubroom where she had left her Fender Mustang that had been given to her as a birthday present some years earlier by her parents once they discovered that she had acquired their musical taste when she started playing her uncles guitar at the tender age of twelve. Azusa was usually the last person inside the clubroom at the end of the day. She was not afraid nor surprised that her senpai's were ahead of her this afternoon. BUT ONCE SHE ENTERED THE CLUBROOM, A TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE AWAITED HER TENDER SOUL.
MIO'S POV (Point of view)
This is horrible I can't even begin to imagine why something like this would happen to us what did we do to deserve this how and why who could possibly be so cruel I just can't understand it I probably should have refilled my Sertaline at the pharmacy this morning but I didn't I suppose we shall see if that is actually a bad decision on my part oh wait the half life of the medicine is twenty six hours that means this stuff will take two days and four hours to completely burn out of my system I think that should elate me but it doesn't I think I need a stronger dose 200 MG's is not doing the trick anymore geez I really need to get a grip on stuff and things breathe just breathe I don't care come on just breathe Mio!
* MIO GASPS FOR AIR*
TSUMUGI's POV (Point of View) I believe it would be entirely appropriate to hire a detective and a hitman.
YUI'S POV (Point of view)
:3
They were all crying because of what had happened. Azusa could hardly believe what she had gone on do. Cake. And though it was a joke at first. Her senpai's were sulking at the "Round Table" while Azusa rushed over to the storage room and opened it up. All that was inside was a bunch of junk and
"It's no use." Ritsu muttered. "Their gone."
"Who has taken them?" Azusa demanded, yelling shrilly in a tone she did not usually enjoy using but could not keep herself from doing.
YUI : \ (- - ) /
"As if any of us actually expected that you would know anything." Tsumugi said as she sipped her coffee.
YUI : (;´?`)
"Breathe, just breathe." Mio said to herself, calming herself down so she could stop shaking.
"All they left was this VHS tape." Ritsu said, holding it up for Azusa to see.
The tape was black except for the white label on the front. Nobody had written anything down on the blue label so they would not no anything unless they managed to find a player that could tell them something. The film inside was all the way to the side that said yes you could play it from the beginning now.
"Ritsu, this is a beta." Azusa explained.
"What you say?"
"It's not a VHS tape. It's a beta tape."
YUI : (ﾟｰﾟ)
"It means that we're double screwed. Drat!" Tsumugi exclaimed, throwing her napkin to the ground. "Or perhaps rather not. My father can acquire a beta player for us and then we can get to the bottom of this and find out exactly who has taken our instruments!"
YUI : (; ・_・)―――――――――C―_-)
"Exactly!" Tsumugi stated.
"It had to be more than one person. They took my drum kit. That thing is such a pain to carry. I hope they didn't do anything bad to it. I couldn't afford a new one." Ritsu stated.
"No, but I could. Do not worry. It may not come to that. Leave this to me." Tsumugi said.
Tsumugi pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number.
"Sato, this is Mugi. I am in desperate need of a beta player. Do be prompt."
The doors to the light music club burst open and a television duct taped to a stand came swirling in until it came to a stop just inches away from the precious cabinet where Tsumugi stored all of her China. Mio got up to check and see if anyone was outside the door and nobody was. Ritsu's mouth hung open in shock while Tsumugi smiled broadly and puffed her chest out in pride. A beta player was taped to the cabinet and a set of instructions was taped to the side of the television. Azusa tore the paper off and looked at the directions.
"Excellent work, Sato. I will see that your rating is changed to an eight." Tsumugi said over the cell phone.
A bouquet of blue roses flew in from one of the windows. Tsumugi picked them up and smelled them enjoying their scent.
"Azusa, I suspect you have previous experience with this type of equipment." Ritsu said.
"Yes, senpai."
Ritsu moved in close to Azusa so that there noses were almost touching. She grabbed Azusa by the back of her head.
"Call me senpai again." Ritsu whispered passionately.
They both then had a big dirty make out section. Ritsu's hair band fell out of her hair because it was so hardcore.
YUI : ＼（＾ ＾）／
"Whoa, hey!" Mio exclaimed, insanely jealous.
"Wait your turn." Ritsu instructed.
"Get off! You somehow managed to bite my tongue, you're giving me a whiplash, and you cracked my nose! Though I do appreciate the gesture, this is not the time for yuri!" Azusa screamed, pushing Ritsu away.
She's right. "Azusa, use that beta player to play that tape." Tsumugi said.
The whole team waited with baited breath as Azusa slipped the tape inside the player and pushed play. There instruments were in a warehouse of some kind assembled in the way they were when they played. Each was propped up by a stand. Cans of gasoline were all around the room. A woman stepped in view of the camera. She was blonde and had a very evil stare. She was so beautiful. So lavishly beautiful. Every detail of her face was perfect. All the girls were envious of her smooth skin. How could she look so young but be at the age she was? Such luxurious hair. Such a taste in style. She looked kinda like Medusa from Soul Eater, but she was actually Houko Koshimizu, sworn rival of the entire group.
YUI : :(
"Hello, girls. It's me. You might recall our recent encounter at the battle of the bands, which you lost so miserably. In all of you I see infinite potential. You are the people who will make it in this world. However, I can't have that. I will be the next great sensation and I will watch all of you burn! I require the money that will help me become a star. I know the only one in your band who can provide that is Tsumugi, so cough it up! Don't go looking for your precious instruments. Our fans are patrolling the streets. They know what you look like and they will keep you from getting very far! You have until midnight to provide me with twenty million yen in cash. Act quickly."
YUI : ; - ;
Azusa sneered. Houko. The venue where they had met previously had been quite a place. They had made it in by the skin of their teeth because they followed Ritsu's theory, which was that they would succeed whenever required. So far that had proven to be a somewhat effective strategy. They stomped the other two bands, but lost points to At the Scene of the Crime, Houko's heavy metal band. Even their loyal fans from their own school could not deny the power of Houko's music. To add insult to injury, they improvised a cover of one of the songs After School Tea Time had played. It sounded better when they did it.
"Audacious!" Tsumugi declared, barely controlling the frenzy she was in.
"Okay. Let's call the police." Ritsu said reluctantly.
"What are you saying? Didn't you see Elizabeth? She looks so scared." Mio said.
"Hey, this girl is obviously nuts. I'm not so sure that it would be wise to play her game. Besides, it would be far less expensive if. . ."
Ritsu tisked and cleared her throat.
"Tsumugi could always just buy us new instruments. Her words, not mine." Ritsu said quickly.
"I will not be buying anyone new instruments. We will take our equipment back by force and we shall make At the Scene of the Crime pay for poor sportsmanship!" Tsumugi said darkly.
"Somehow I feel inclined to agree. Where do we begin? Do we even know where the instruments are being held?" Azusa asked.
"Yes! They made it fairly obvious! Azusa, rewind the tape!"
Azusa pressed rewind until the tape reached the beginning, clicked, and began playing again. Tsumugi jammed her finger against the screen, leaving quite a smudge and sending a tiny bolt of static electricity into the air.
"There! The kanji for good fortune! It is only at the Ikari Storage that this character is used!"
YUI : (O_o)
"I know because he is a partner in business with my father." Tsumugi replied.
"I'm not so sure. . ." Ritsu began.
Tsumugi went up to Ritsu and grabbed her by the collar of her uniform.
"You just had sex with Azusa's face! Unprovoked! If you are any bit the club president you should be, you will so be on board with this!" Tsumugi said.
"Are you feeling okay, Mugi?" Ritsu managed to gag out.
She let Ritsu go and shoved her into the counter, causing her to bump against Ton-chan's tank.
"I am attempting to assert myself and be more vocal so I may be a major part of the band!"
"Uhh. . .okay." Ritsu consented.
"She's right. We can't let ourselves become intimidated by other bands. You're acting like Mio, Ritsu-senpai."
"Sorry." Mio said, lowering her head.
"Come to think of it, I've never seen you so worked up, Mugi-senpai." Azusa said.
"The passion for music. It burns in my blood. What has happened to us is obscene. We must make it right!"
YUI : :D
"Okay, fine. It looks like this is something we're going to have fight for, though. I don't know about any of you, but the extent of my knowledge in martial arts is the karate chop." Ritsu said, performing the gesture.
"She's got a point. Do you have anyone who can help us?" Azusa asked Tsumugi.
Tsumugi threw her head back and laughed haughtily.
"My aunt owns a private military company. Houko has declared war on us. Do you follow?" she explained with a leer.
"Perfectly! To the streets!" Azusa declared.
They left their bags where they were and proceeded to walk out of the school and into the streets. Mio took a few steps closer to Tsumugi, who was sending a text to someone.
"Seriously, you're acting completely out of character." Mio whispered. "What's wrong?"
"I'm on bupropion for insomnia and nerves. Jokes on that stupid quack who dares to call herself a doctor in my presence; it keeps me awake. Still, it's quite a cocktail. My life has been all sorts of odd these days. I guess what happened today has triggered hypomania. Don't worry, it's temporary. Maybe. Look over there!" Tsumugi shouted.
She pointed off toward an apartment building. All the girls looked, trying to see what Tsumugi was pointing at. Tsumugi grabbed Mio's shoulder and spun her around, pulling her in close.
"Want some?" Tsumugi asked, pulling out a prescription bottle from one of her pockets and popping the cap with one hand.
"Yes, actually." Mio admitted, shaking violently. "How much?"
"Three hundred milligrams."
"That is quite a cocktail." Mio admitted.
"I spare no expense."
Tsumugi popped one and began eating it with her teeth and Mio had already swallowed one of the pills dry by the time the other girls figured out that there was nothing to stare at.
YUI : (.O.')
"I agree." Ritsu said.
As they wandered out into the courtyard, they began hearing the sound of a helicopter approaching. A Chinook swung into view and landed where it could. The back popped open and out came a bunch of rather strong looking gentlemen and lady soldiers mixed in as well. There were ten in total. The fifth-teen soldiers stood crisply erect in Tsumugi's presence. Some of them were very handsome. One of them was wearing a steel gray suit with a red visor. Other students in the area were looking at the display with a dumb founded expression on their face.
"This might be bad publicity." Ritsu stated.
"Already taken care of." Tsumugi said.
Five girls who looked exactly like each member of After School Tea Time arrived in an armored vehicle. Ritsu went up to the double playing her and could not believe what she was seeing. They were perfect copies.
"Who are you?" Ritsu asked.
"An alibi."
"Practice hard in our stead. We have a reputation to uphold." Tsumugi told her double.
An explosion of fireworks in the sky caused the students who saw what was going on to become confused and not watch as the girls made their way into the streets accompanied by their small army while their doubles stood there and began to act exactly like they would under normal circumstances. Yet there were a group of people who were not fooled by this distraction and they pursued the band until they had gone outside of the gates.
"Not so fast, Light Music Club!" a voice ordered.
They spun around on their heels to face their aggressor. Each soldier tensed, ready to fight. They're stood Haruhi Suzumiya and the members of her club, the SOS Brigade.
"And what might you want?" Ritsu asked.
"It looks like you're having a unique adventure. Allow us to document it."
"Right. After we went through all that trouble to make sure nobody knew it was us who was leaving the school." Azusa said, noticing the camera Mikuru was holding.
"We? More like me." Tsumugi muttered.
Haruhi huffed and motioned for Mikuru to stop recording. She snapped her fingers, causing Koizumi to come forward with the tape that had just been in the camcorder. Ritsu was the one who was given the tape.
"There. Now let us come with you." Haruhi said.
"That doesn't sound like a request." Ritsu observed.
"This is the first chance our club has to investigate something interesting, which is the reason we formed it!" Haruhi said. "At least we've been trying to improve our club, unlike you girls."
"Her argument is valid." Azusa said.
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"This whole thing will be a secret between our clubs, right?" Mio asked.
"The SOS Brigade prides itself on anonymity. If you wish to remain anonymous, we will defend your identities!"
"Unless we receive a subpoena to disclose your information." Yuki added quietly.
"No! Even in the face of adversity, the SOS Brigade must hold true to its values!"
Yuki blinked.
YUI : ｢(ﾟﾍﾟ)
"She's right. The longer we wait, the worse things are likely to get." Ritsu said. "We don't have time to waste. Let's proceed."
The entourage filtered into the street, ten soldiers with nine high school students. The look on their faces was such that nobody asked any questions as they marched through the streets, filtering to the sidewalks to allow the occasional car to pass through. The medicine still wasn't working for Mio, whose thoughts were like a raging torrent she could barely contain within her brain. The others believed everything was fine and had been taken care of, so there were no worries. In a way, it was exciting. This was the first meaningful thing they had done as a club. Azusa was pleased to see that they were this serious about their music. It meant something to take back what had been stolen, even if nobody could be allowed to know that they had any involvement with the situation.
Eventually they came upon the cronies of At the Scene of the Crime protecting the entrance to the Ikari Storage establishment. They were dressed in the paraphernalia of the band, which went as far down as the underwear they were wearing. At the Scene of the Crime made a large portion of its money off of merchandise. In fact, more clothes were sold than the actual songs they had available for purchase online, perhaps so that those who liked them in their city could feel as if they were part of a group. The designs of their outfits were top notch, commissioned by a local artist with plenty of talent. Their logo managed to clash heavily with the artwork, but Houko did not seem to feel that this was a problem. A Mazda RX-7 was being used as a barricade for the entrance.
At the head of the group was Kirino Taketatsu, the drummer of their group. She was tall, had a fierce stare, and her hobbies were graphic design and photography. Her hair was rather long and purple in color. She wore the shirt for the band and black pants with chains coming out of them and half gloves with custom shoes that matched the outfit.
"Where are your fans?" Kirino demanded. "Are they far too innocent to see you as you are now?"
"Lady Tsumugi makes good music with her friends!" all the soldiers said in unison.
"Oh, what's this? Pathetic. Can these slaves even name three of your songs?"
"Fuwa Fuwa Time, Cagayake Girls, My Love is Like a Stapler!" the soldiers shouted, again, in unison.
"Azusa Nakano is one hot babe!" one soldier said.
"No, Ritsu Tainaka is far more attractive! She should take off that headband once in a while!"
"Mio forever!" the rest of the soldiers said.
"Don't be afraid to put mayonnaise on your sandwich, Mio!"
YUI : :(
"What about your fans?" Tsumugi asked. "How loyal are they?"
Kirino used remote start to turn on the vehicle, which blared their hit song, A NEET Death. All the fans began headbanging and rocking out with air guitars and drums. They then began fighting one another as if together in an mosh pit. Kirino gasped.
"Hey! Don't fight each other!" Kirino tried to shout over Houko's demonic vocals and her own speed drumming technique.
The lyrics were hard to not hear and quite unmistakably loud.
Living with your parents.
No desire to move forward.
Complacent in your filth.
Killing all your dreams.
YOU WILL DIE A NEET DEATH!
YUI : o_o
"That's a bit harsh." Ritsu observed.
"Deny truth, live a lie." Tsumugi .
Kirino turned off the music and their fans were still going at it.
"STOP! YOU ARE ACTING LIKE FOOLS!" Kirino screamed.
"You might say that their bare knuckles have caused streets of rage." Ritsu said with a stupid grin.
Mio bopped her one on the head, causing a lump to appear with a bandage already on it.
"Why does our music have this effect on people?" Kirino demanded the heavens.
"Because they are full of hate. Your music helps them release their anger." Mio said stoically.
"Just give us our instruments and we'll leave." Azusa said.
"Never! If you want them, come and get them!"
Tsumugi laughed.
"Idiots. Attack!" she ordered, cutting her laughter off abruptly.
The soldiers attacked, which wasn't that hard since most of their work had been done already. Tsumugi was at the head of the group, drawing near to Kirino, who was looking left and right for backup.
"Unless you want that car to be put through a bonus round of Street Fighter II, you had better move it right now!" Tsumugi said, pointing at the Mazda.
"Mugi-senpai, look out!" Haruhi shouted.
A fan threw a punch at her. Tsumugi caught the punch and brought the man to his knees, adding pressure to the knuckles she held. A swift roundhouse to the jaw told them all that Tsumugi must have been trained to protect herself because she was a member of a very wealthy family. Kirino got in her car and drove off, revealing the way to them. No soldier on Tsumugi's side had incurred any injuries, but some of the fans for At the Scene of the Crime were going to be incapacitated for quite some time. A crown of eight stars circled above their heads endlessly.
Tsumugi suddenly doubled over, clutching her stomach. Azusa was the first at her side.
"Mugi-senpai, what's wrong."
The face she made was indescribable before she stood up slowly and put a hand to her cheek.
"Don't worry, Azusa. I'm fine. Please forgive my erratic behavior. I have not been feeling quite well lately." Tsumugi said elegantly.
Her medicine had to have finally worn out. Now she was back to regular Tsumugi. Or perhaps the mania had left. Either way, it made Mio worry about her.
"Gentlemen, please be sure not break any bones, okay?" Tsumugi said to her soldiers.
"With as much as we're being paid, we would be stupid not to comply with your request." a foreigner with a mullet and a beard informed them.
"Ritsu, if you would please take charge of your group." Tsumugi requested, gesturing for her to take the front.
"Umm. . .yeah." Ritsu said.
"Headband!" her fan shouted.
Ritsu blushed and took off her headband, placing it inside one of her pockets. Tsumugi bowed low and walked away from the gate. Ritsu walked to the gate and turned to face everyone.
"Uhh. . . banzai?" Ritsu said.
"BANZAI!" the soldiers shouted in unison.
Ritsu cleared her throat, feeling a little more confident.
"Let's finish this!"
Just before they did, a giant mech crashed in front of them! It was purple and it had a long horn and a scary face!
"Behold! It is I, Akeno Nazuka! This is as far as you go!"
Abruptly it shut down in front of them as a cloud of smoke shot out of the back.
"No! I have already run out of gas!"
"It was not gas you ran out of, but spirit!" a new voice came.
The group watched as a girl with long blue hair and a rather distinctive ahoge jumped from the back of the giant mech behind it.
"Who are you?" Ritsu asked.
"I am merely just a simple high school student, simply passing by. One day we will meet again!"
The beautiful blue haired youth wearing a uniform from Ryooo High left the area.
"You're still not allowed to go any further!" Akeno roared.
They all took one step forward.
"Stop!"
Another step.
"I'm warning you!"
They walked into the lot, surrounded by garages and ignored the insults Akeno hurled toward them.
"Which one do you suppose she's in?" Mio asked.
"Probably the largest one." Ritsu surmised.
"They're all the same size."
"Wait a second. How about that one that the twins are standing in front of?" Azusa asked, pointing towards it.
The twins were Yoko and Momoko Yamaguchi. Both played the guitar and they did so interchangeably to confuse people. Unlike most twins, they did not make any effort to differentiate themselves from each other. They dressed the same way, spoke in the same fashion, and did everything together, often posing as the other when the opportunity presented itself. Both had cyan hair and golden eyes. Their hair was done up in a rather distinct style that required about an hour of preparation and half a can of hair spray. Both twins had the uncanny ability to remain perfectly in sync with each other. They turned together to face the mob as it approached them.
"We meet again." Yoko said, Momoko mouthing what Yoko said through a very powerful connection of ESP.
"Where's the money?" Momoko asked, Yoko mouthing the words as had been done before when Yoko had spoken.
YUI : :p
"You would dare put your instruments in mortal danger? And you call yourself musicians. How laughable." Tomo said.
"You disgust us. You do not practice. Your sound is clearly off. Yet somehow, through it all, your fans persist." Yoko said.
"Forget the money, we want your luck. We want to make songs about how delicious a slice of cherry cheesecake is and how breaking a nail can ruin your image for a day and have them received better than a song that actually has meaning." Momoko said.
"But no. Instead, we must sing about hitting someone in the stomach so hard that their intestines wrap around the rest of their organs and destroys them from the inside out. Just like capitalism." Yoko said.
"You're not musicians. You're barely even women." Momoko said.
"If you don't have the money, I suspect you intend to take the instruments by force. Very well. You won't get far. Combined, our dark powers will be far too much for you."
They both struck a dramatic pose.
"Dark powers of the world, lend us your might so that we might fight!"
They extended their arms forward with such force that they popped their shoulders. Nothing happened.
"The fireballs aren't coming out." Yoko said.
"That much is abundantly clear." Momoko said.
"Houko lied to us." Yoko said.
"Houko has always lied to us."
"I've been thinking. We're pretty talented. I mean, I don't want to sound arrogant, but we do put most guitarists to shame."
"Yes, the thought has occurred to me as well. I laugh whenever I search for advanced guitar tips on YouTube."
"I think that we should join a new band. I am not happy in this band. Why should I suffer? The pain only lasts for as long as I let it."
"Agreed."
"Can I be in your new band?" Akeno shouted, still stuck inside her purple robot.
They ignored her. Both the sisters stopped trying to launch a fireball at the soldiers standing in front of After School Tea Time and took off the leather jacket that had the logo for their former band on it and tossed it aside.
"I don't suppose you're looking for two guitarists?" Yoko asked Ritsu, raising an eyebrow.
"Wow, you've got some nerve." Ritsu asked.
They smiled.
"Very well. Don't forget. You still need to practice. When you play, our ears bleed. Yet you have potential." Yoko said.
"Great potential." Momoko said.
"Though I seem to doubt that any of you are capable of unlocking it so long as you remain immature. Best regards for your future."
"Good luck."
The sisters left, walking perfectly in step with each other, swaying their hips and arms the same way.
"Geez, even their hair is bobbing in the same fashion!" Azusa said.
"I think they're adorable." Tsumugi said.
"Watch them, Mikuru! You could learn a thing or two about being sexy!" Haruhi ordered.
"The door is locked." Mio said as she tried to open it.
"Could one of you gentlemen kindly tear this door off of its hinges?" Tsumugi asked politely.
It took five of them to break the lock and pull the door away from the opening, leaving a gaping maw that exposed their instruments. Houko was sitting behind Ritsu's drums and jumped back in shock, knocking Ritsu's special chair over. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a box of matches, but the smell of gasoline was not heavy in the air so none of them worried.
"Thanks for babysitting!" Ritsu said.
"Where's your bass player?" Azusa asked.
"She couldn't make it." Houko replied resentfully.
"What a pity. Please go home. Now." Tsumugi requested politely.
Houko laughed darkly. A pentagram appeared beneath her feet and the whole area seemed a lot darker. Mio squealed. Haruhi's jaw dropped and her eyes went wide.
"The truth is, I'm actually just a leftover of the past. Back in the days when few could read and even fewer could write. People such as I were hunted to extinction. Yet I have survived over the decades. Adapting. Evolving." Houko explained.
"This sounds like one of your songs." Azusa remarked, clearly unimpressed.
"And for good reason! Do you not see? Music is the source of my power! The reaction of the crowd! The feel of the notes! You girls disgust me. How can you be as well received as you are when you are so pitiful? Have it no matter. Your legacy ends here."
Fire appeared on the pentagram and began slowly circling up Houko's legs, enveloping her body.
"I knew it! I knew there was something interesting in this world!" Haruhi declared.
Mikuru produced a rag from her pocket, stepped behind Haruhi, and clumsily placed the rag over her nose, which made her pass out immediately.
"Sorry, Suzumiya-san." Mikuru said, in tears.
They were all stunned by the sounds coming from Yuki, which resembled an audio track being played at twenty times its normal speed.
"Removing magical girls powers. Removing evil disposition. Removing period." Yuki stated.
There was an audible pop as Houko mysteriously disappeared. Yuki turned to everyone else.
"Now. What should be done with these girls?" Yuki asked herself.
NEXT TIME AS TOLD BY HOLO, THE WITTY FURRY (SPICE AND WOLF) : At the very least, I am sure that we can agree she did try. Should she not be commended for at least putting forth the effort to share her idea with the rest of us? That is indeed a matter of personal opinion. Kagami believes the story is broken and moves to intervene in the next chapter. She knows that an author can be quite a proud person. How can she possibly convince Konata that her story needs work? I do not think there is enough paper in the world that can preserve the numerous ways this energetic yarn can be improved. Still, there is some charm to it, much as there is some amusement to be gained by watching a drunk jester try to juggle or a tone deaf bard attempt to sing. We shall see what Kagami has to say in the next chapter.