Okay I feel really refreshed after recapping the previous chapters! I wonder how long it's been…anyway, I've been suffering from an on and off fever for three days straight, plus college enrolment in another island gets you really occupied, ya know? Even more so when the fever kind of feels like a Hulk Smash to your skull.
In other news, I just got a new laptop which explains why I haven't been on FFN for a month. I was in the US and my parents wouldn't let me bring my current one.
Disclaimer: I don't even own the fandom.
30: The Weekend
I am the one that never let go.
Karai should have known that he was right behind her. It wasn't the partially obvious text that he sent strangely, coincidentally right after her embarrassing little outburst in the confinement of Sokudone's office that should've given it away.
Because for crying out loud, no one coughed like a creaking door!
'Darn it all,' The white-haired teen felt her ears reaching higher temperatures. Karai continued to stare at the glow of the phone's message rather than turn around to meet Mark's searching eyes. Not that she knew they were.
'I swear on Dylan's face, if you leave, Sokudone…'
At this point Karai wasn't very sure whether the blackette was actually a mind reader who was a major pain, or if her face just gave her thoughts away. She glared long and hard at the president in question, wondering what was on her mind, and then worrying what she was going to do next.
Well aware of the recorder still in use and the growing agitation playing on both of the light -haired duo, Sokudone was almost tempted to twirl one finger around the other just to tease and remind them how she really had them wrapped around her finger.
She stifled an evil smile; although it was June tenth, she had spared herself three weeks of stressing over the romance department because of Mark Ex Machina.
Maybe she spoke too soon?
"I-I'm going," Karai stammered, wiping the moist trail off her cheeks and pocketing her phone. "I'm busy all month long, so don't come after me," Sokudone remained frozen in her tracks. The best she could hope for now was that Mark did some more of his Ex Machina magic so they could live happily ever after.
Truth be told, she could have just done it herself, but that would defeat the purpose of having those two confront the inevitable if she kept pushing them to do it instead of them finding the resolve to do it themselves.
Alas, the American looked just as confused and additionally panicked as the other occupants of the room.
'You've been waiting to do something since Saturday,' His now functioning brain – mainly because of the adrenaline pumping within – reasoned with him. 'Are you sure you can wait it out for three more weeks?' Mark stole a quick glance at Sokudone, hoping to get at least a small hint from her despite not even having asked any form of question, but instead he found it when he looked at the rushing white-haired girl.
'Of course not.'
Immediately he stepped aside to block the two doors, looking intently at Karai who kept her head down. "Then let's not put off to tomorrow what we can do today."
"Gohin-san," Maki immediately stood to acknowledge her superior, whereas the secretary in training gave the man in question the usual once-over before turning back to the papers sprawled between him and her. "What brings you here?"
"I've made plans for the school president this weekend," The almond-eyed man took a seat a safe distance away from the duo. "Consider this the new secretary's first assignment."
"On the weekend?" Fudou grunted in disbelief. He had spent the past week avoiding both his cousin and the McDonald's monster; he wanted a break by the weekend. He was tired of the goose chase. "Reschedule it to the next one."
"Unfortunately, a probationary officer cannot simply reschedule a benefit gala for the sake of one low-ranked officer." The maroon-haired man remained stoic, but his irritation for the Mohawk-haired boy grew. "While you haven't met the late Kageyama-donno's connections, they are well aware of his connection to you; after all—" At this, Gohin leaned over to the addressee, causing him to inadvertently lean to the older man as well. "—Had your Shin Teikoku experiment proven successful, he was willing to sell you to overseas contractors; be it in soccer, academic scholarships, anything for that genius brain of yours."
Fudou growled a growl so animalistic that Maki herself almost considered leaving the school at that instant.
"Then what's the secretary even supposed to be for?" He asked instead, furious with his late Commander's hidden motives and with the probationary officer's grip on him that quickly. The latter, having sensed Fudou's growing aggravation, immediately brightened his mood. Revenge, after all, was best sent in blackmail. "So glad you could ask. You may play a role behind the scenes but you are still director of the show. The outcome really depends on you more than it does on the President."
"Does she intend to sell me off too, is that it?"
"You're misunderstanding the situation—" Gohin rubbed his temples. He was not a disappointment. He was not a disappointment. The president had said it herself. (A/N: See Chappie 17. Yeah, that far!) "—the President needs your cooperation in order to make her business dealerships happen. You're there to inform her on who's who and why she should take him in."
At this, Fudou visibly calmed down, and only then did Maki's shoulder's droop once more. An angry delinquent led to a fussing president, so it was a positive move when the Mohawk-haired teen begrudgingly took on the offer. "Just a tux, right?"
"Make it green, or something complementary of the sort," Gohin almost smiled at the thought. "The president wants to look as presentable as possible."
"You're not leaving me this time, Rei," Mark held on quick to Rein's stiffened arm. "I won't let you – not unless you give me a reason to think otherwise." But the girl in question refused to neither move nor meet his eyes. At such a compromising position, Rein had racked every bit of her brain to conjure some sort of response, but she wasn't even sure of what to say.
'You don't like me that way anyway, so it's fine'? 'Stop playing with me'?
'What do I really want from him?' The silver-haired girl was beginning to get lost in her jumbled thoughts but felt the desperate tugging on her arm becoming even more pleading. She dared not to look into Mark's eyes for fear of losing herself in them, for fear of baring everything that she had kept from him.
Behind them, Sokudone was easing her way backwards to the library. The room there was connected to an emergency exit in case she got trapped inside, and the exit led right at the school grounds. The president would have honestly loved to see the borderline-romantic exchange between her current pairing, but she had places to go and people to nag.
Rein opened her mouth to speak, deciding to close again but stopping halfway, forcing her to look like a gaping fish. It wasn't like Mark could see her face anyway: she was still looking down. "I-I sent it by accident!" And it was true. She hadn't intended to press the send button, but maybe Sokudone-Cupid extended her powers to technology?
To her surprise, the boy in front of her broke into a laugh; a relieved laugh, a content laugh. "I figured," He said, pulling the short moonchild closer to him with his other hand on the back of her head.
It was an in-love laugh.
Okay I've kind of forgotten what my usual word count is because when I checked it it's only 1300 and that kinda looks a little lacking, yeah? How are you? How's summer? How's the weather? How's the chapter? GOISE I WAS MIA FOR LIKE A MONTH TALK TO ME :3
-wanonymous
