DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM
CHAPTER THREE
"TO SEEK THE TRUTH."
Sunday mornings are supposed to be sacred and tranquil. But if I were to declare my intentions to my enemy, then I have no choice but to shatter that tranquillity and bring about chaos. This is an exclamation point. A very big explanation point. It is my grand entrance to be specific. A grand and forceful entrance that needs to capture my adversary's full and utmost attention and make that person look my way and my way only. My being here is no trivial matter and I will prove that. I will prove to that person that I am a legitimate threat and I am here to declare war. Here and now. Take me for granted and I will completely obliterate you.
Is that dramatic enough? I really don't know to be honest, but I suppose those opening lines will do. Now then...
The Gunpla Club's clubhouse was a vast mansion, stretching as far as the eye could see. It was located right behind the academy's administrative offices and VIP facilities. It was made with solid bricks and stones. A truly imposing sight and very medieval in design. The whole estate was surrounded by metal fences and thick stone pillars reminiscent of European castles. At the top of each pillar was a state-of-the-art camera running, tracking your every move. Very high-tech. I also noticed cameras fixed to the trunks of nearby trees, among the swaying branches. There are no blind spots here. I'm quite sure these cameras are equipped with the latest infrared optics, night-vision and thermal imaging. There are no blind spots indeed. Even if you're an enhanced clone of some legendary super-soldier from the Cold War, there is no escape here. No cardboard box will help you. Of course, let us not forget about the security personnel patrolling about the area. Rigorous military training, ultramodern communication, trained attack dogs and the best guns and equipment money can buy. The Masachika Group's legacy as merchants of death lives on.
The house itself was a building of child-like beauty. Outlandish stained glass windows, maze-like corridors, a hedge maze shaped like a smiley face, old-fashioned wooden doors with macabre and gothic handles, Greek statues and other nonsensical things that will make you raise your eyebrows and question the mental state of the architect. And Greta and I have invaded the threshold of this mind-numbingly tacky castle thanks to Toshio-san's extremely crazy distraction that sent almost half of the security team screaming and running around in circles like overjoyed school girls who had seen their favorite visual-kei musicians walking around naked in full glory.
(AN: Visual-Kei is a type of J-Rock where the members, mostly pretty males, wear costumes. They sometimes even cross dress. Very popular with the young ladies.)
A crazy distraction that required the use of dozens of cheap firecrackers, a horde of starved stray cats, high-quality cans of tuna from Denmark and a very confused honey badger from the dark corners of Asia's wilderness.
Forgive me for not going into details with this elaborate and somewhat comical plan for it will make my head spin like a top thanks to its sheer asininity. I'll probably even collapse or faint. But it worked and that's what matters. The plan worked beautifully and we are in the clubhouse, ready for our next objective.
Sneaking around the monumental interiors of the house was easy enough. Very few security personnel and staff lingered and Greta took care of them easily with her wits and devastating bare hands. Non-lethal of course. I have no intention of shedding blood here and my loyal companion and servant knows this to heart. She will not stray and give in to her bloodlust. She will abide with complete certainty and control and she will make sure these men and women will wake up later with nothing but bruises and a few broken ribs and noses. Besides, a warrior's worth is measured by his or her ability to inflict as little damage as possible. That's what my mother told me at least. She said that any simple-minded brute can pull out any automatic weapon and callously spray bullets with reckless and cold abandon if he wants to put down his target, but only a true professional warrior can swiftly and efficiently render any person unconscious with the right amount of pressure, pain and force. It's a very hands-on approach that requires graceful speed, absolute focus and lighting reflexes. And Greta is one of the most professional of warriors for she moved like a ghost and the guards dropped down to the floor before they could even scream or fire their guns. They didn't know what hit them. Oh and these men are no ordinary muscle, mind you. These are hired battle-hardened professional killers who knows what true hell is. They're extremely tough, well-equipped and devoid of any mercy. Yet they still fell like ragged dolls.
Finally, the two of us reached our destination and that destination is the center room on the fourth floor of the mansion. Greta told me to stand back before destroying the door's lock with her combat knife. She then kicked it open and gracefully bowed her head as she gestured for me to come in. I calmly entered the room like I owned the place and placed both of my hands inside my pockets. Greta followed from behind. The spacious office's walls were covered with thick books, both foreign and Japanese. My heart skipped a beat and wondered if they're all rare first edition copies. Of course they are. I mean why would I even wonder about that? The owner of this house only wants the best and that person has more than enough resources, manpower and influence to make the world spin and dance. Bah! This is not the time to be distracted by literature, Minoru! The mission at hand! I quickly regained my composure after fixing my collar and forced myself to forget about the books. A girl wearing the Rigney Academy uniform was sitting behind a luxurious mahogany desk. I saw a high-end laptop and some Manila folders. Just the mundane office trinkets you'd see on top of a desk. The girl was sitting straight like a queen and flashed a mocking smile that sent a shiver up my spine. She was a beautiful young woman with long and silky olive hair, something she inherited from her mother. Her wide cheeks were rosy red and her dark eyes were alluring and mysterious yet horribly lurid. The way she looks at you, it feels like she can read your soul. Well that sounded somewhat silly, but that's the best way I can describe it.
Yes... This girl... This girl is my nemesis...
Her name is Masachika Liselotte and she is the sole reason why I transferred to Rigney Academy.
She is the third child of Masachika Hironori, the family head's older brother, and cousin of Masachika Griselda. She is also the president of the Gunpla Club here in Rigney Academy and the true ruler of this school. She is a power hungry woman with no remorse and an absolute tyrant.
Another girl was standing next to her and I didn't recognize her. Her hair was short and she was wearing glasses. She was also wearing the Rigney Academy uniform so I'm guessing she is a student of this school too. She was calmly talking into a headset and finished her conversation after noticing my approach. It's safe to say that this person is Liselotte's secretary or personal assistant. Suddenly, more security guards appeared and they quickly surrounded me with handguns pointed to my face. I remained calm and just closed my eyes, hoping Greta would disarm them quickly. I heard my maid's feet shuffle behind me as she prepared to spring into action, but before she could jump and throw the first punch or kick or chop, Liselotte quickly snapped her fingers and the men lowered their weapons. Greta froze but remained on guard. I slowly opened my eyes.
"Leave us." Liselotte's assistant ordered the guards.
"But ma'am..." One of the guards stammered.
"Leave us." Her eyes narrowed and the guards quickly left the room as they holstered their weapons.
Liselotte snapped her fingers again and a dark-haired maid dropped down in front of me from the ceiling. My eyes widened as she stood up to sheathe her katana and Greta quickly ran up to my side. "Just one small touch and I'm going to fist fuck your mouth until your head explodes." My maid threatened.
"Vulgar as always, Greta-chan." Liselotte finally spoke. Her voice was smooth and almost haunting.
"Kayo-chan, I'm sure our guests would love some refreshments right now after single-handedly decimating half of our security forces." The assistant said casually and adjusted her glasses. "Oh and do take your time."
"Understood." The dark-haired maid nodded and quietly left the room. Her footsteps were so silent that it made me very, very anxious. It's like she's not walking at all. Like...like she was floating! Is she a practitioner of ninjitsu? Good lord.
"Kayo-chan was personally trained by Major Shiho, you know." Liselotte revealed delightfully. Shiho-san is the personal maid of Masachika Griselda-sama and she is considered the most dangerous and respected of the Masachika combat maids. She commands a unit of her own composed of the best combat maids hand-picked by the family head herself and Greta's older sister is a member of that unit. I haven't met her personally, but the stories I heard about her were quite fascinating and frightfully inspiring.
"Is that so? I'm not familiar with her. Is she recent?" Greta looked at Liselotte questioningly.
"There are a lot of thing you don't know, my dear." Liselotte slowly stood up and turned her head to look at the bespectacled girl standing to her right. "Anyway, allow me to introduce Akabane Tsuneko. She is the Vice-President of the Gunpla Club and my personal assistant and advisor. She is also a good and dear friend."
"A pleasure." Tsuneko nodded her head and smiled curtly. "So this is Kashiwagi Minoru... My he looks charming."
Liselotte sat on her chair again and leaned closer to study me. I felt violated all of sudden. "How are you, Minoru-kun? It's been a long time, my sweet boy. I've missed you so much. Oh my, you look a little thin. Have you been eating right?" She purred. "Are you hungry? I have some of the best New England lobsters flown straight from Maine."
I just stood there and remained quiet. Greta's eyes started wandering around. I guess she was still studying the room, looking for hidden traps or anything that could hurt me. It was a relief to hear her controlled breathing.
Liselotte chuckled venomously. "Am I the reason why you're here right now? Why you transferred to this academy?"
I made a troubled expression and continued to remain quiet.
"Answer her question, freshman." Tsuneko adjusted her glasses again.
"It's okay, Tsuneko." Liselotte chuckled again and squeezed her assistant's left hand. "I think you need help, Minoru-kun. You are having trouble letting go of the past. You are being slowly consumed by this silly obsession of yours. I'm very worried about you. So why did you come here today? To declare war? To tell me that my days are numbered? Did you come here for justice? Well? Tell me! Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me like an idiot?"
Why? Why can't I open my mouth? I want to scream. I want to scream at her, but I can't open my mouth. It's like my jaw is frozen. I was so excited a while ago. I was ready. I was poised. Now that I am here and finally facing her, I'm slowly losing my nerve. I could feel my confidence slowly seeping away. This was a mistake. What was I thinking? What the hell I was thinking? This was a mistake! Damnation! I am such a buffoon! Aaaaaargh!
I wasn't ready... I was never ready...
"Pathetic." Tsuneko rolled her eyes. "You came all the way here and you're just gonna stand there?"
Greta tensed up. "You. Do you want me to violate both of your nostrils with this knife I'm carrying?"
"Shut your mouth, you lowly foreigner maid, or I'll have Kayo-chan rip out your tongue."
"I wanna see you try, glasses girl. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be using your own intestines to-
"Enough." I raised my right hand to cut Greta off. "Enough." I repeated and softly this time.
"As you wish, Young Master." My maid bowed her head again.
"Tighten that dog's leash, freshman. She's embarrassing." Tsuneko said coldly. "I find it hard to believe that silver-haired brute is an elite combat maid. She lacks class. Don't you agree, Liselotte-sama?"
Liselotte frowned. "Indeed. She is nothing like her older sister, Wendelin. That woman knows how to follow orders. She knows her priorities and, most of all, she knows how to show respect. You Greta, on the other hand, are nothing but a spoiled brat who gets easily swayed by your feelings and emotions. That is why you're reduced to playing nanny with this impertinent boy. A high-ranking maid guarding the unimportant son of a close family associate? If I were you I'd consider that a new low, but I'm pretty sure you don't care." She said.
I let out a tired sigh and turned my back. This has become pointless. Fear and hesitation got the best of me. I will exit this stage and profusely apologize to Greta and Toshio-san later. I only wasted their time because of my weakness. I was not yet ready to face Masachika Liselotte. It was naive of me to think I was. Bloody hell.
"Going so soon?" Tsuneko mocked. "Well that was incredibly pointless. Storming in here and beating our men into bloody pulps just so you can stand in front of us and act like a lost child in a crowd. I was expecting something better, Kashiwagi Minoru. Liselotte-sama has told me all about you. Her stories made me think you're some sort of cunning child prodigy. Instead, all I saw was hesitation and confusion. Oh and fear."
"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll-
"Greta!" I shouted and my maid quickly closed her mouth. "Let's just leave. She's right. This was pointless."
"I disagree!" Liselotte stood up again. "This was not pointless at all, Minoru-kun!" She almost squealed and it gave me goose bumps. "A greeting. Yes. That's right. This is a greeting. Well you got what you wanted, boy. You have my full attention now. Of course, getting my attention is not exactly hard to do, but here we are."
"Heh." Tsuneko smirked.
Liselotte put her hands on her hips and tilted her head. "Tell me, Minoru-kun. You've only been here for one day, but do you think I'm actually using the Gunpla Club to rule over the academy? Doing whatever we want and hurting those who oppose us? That would be nice if it were that simple, but it's not. Contrary to popular belief, the Gunpla Club is doing nothing wrong. I am not lording over the students and teachers like a tyrant. We don't abuse our power and we don't exploit the weak. I'm sure you find that hard to believe because of our colorful history, Minoru-kun, and I won't blame you for that." She then turned around to face the large window overlooking the courtyard and crossed her arms. I could hear radio chatter and the faint sound of barking. Most of the guards are probably coming back now and I could only hope Toshio-san got away safely. Tsuneko coughed softly and adjusted her glasses again. She was still intensely glaring at Greta and my maid was glaring back. "I admit that we forcefully took the reins from the Student Council, but with good reason I assure you." Liselotte continued. "The Student Council has been inefficient for years now and the current Student Council President, Bunya Kohaku, is a massive imbecile who thinks everything is a game like those disgusting hero shows she likes to watch. She is an over-dramatic girl living in denial. I'm sure you agree, because you've met her yesterday. We may be harsh, but we actually bring order to the school and the people we've punished righteously deserved it so. Rigney Academy is a learning institute for the talented and the elite, but the real truth of it is that most of the students here are nothing but lazy, pampered and entitled morons who buy their way to success. They rely on their parents to bail them out once they do something incredibly stupid that could jeopardize their education and standing. I say enough! As the daughter of the school director, I took it upon myself to rectify this farce, and make this school glorious once again, even if people will label me as a madwoman and a tyrant. Minoru-kun, I simply took matters into my own hands. There is no oppressive regime here. Just a desperate club trying its best to prevent this academy from falling apart."
"Indeed." Tsuneko clapped her hands. "Well said, Liselotte-sama."
"Liselotte-sama..." I gently called out her name. "You make me want to throw up. You have delusions of grandeur. You like hearing the sound of your own voice. You like to think that you're some complicated and deep villain with a sympathetic back-story, but in reality you're cartoonishly one-dimensional. You like to think you're charismatic, but you're just too forceful and cruel. You like to think you're manipulative, but your methods are nothing but a simple game of the carrot-and-stick approach. You like to think this whole thing is forced on you. That you're forced to do awful things for the greater good, but that's not the case. Your father is just too lazy and irresponsible to run the school and you used that chance to do whatever you want." Maybe it was that little tirade of hers, but my confidence is coming back in full force now. I might have been afraid a little while ago, but now I feel nothing but hate. "Liselotte-sama, you're nothing but a selfish psychopath." I smiled.
Tsuneko's face reddened with rage. "You fucking little turd! Kayo-chan! End him now!"
"At once!" There was a puff of smoke and I found Kayo the maid standing right in front of me, ready to separate my head from my shoulders with her blade, but I remained motionless because Greta was already behind her and the barrel of her silenced pistol was pressing the back of her head. If she pulled the trigger now then my face will be covered with brain matter. Greta's other hand then raised another silenced pistol and a red dot appeared right between Tsuneko's eyes. Liselotte's assistant gasped and covered her mouth.
"Okay, here's the deal." Greta said with a humorless smile. "If Kayo the ninja samurai maid here decapitated my sweet honey meat bun, then I'm gonna blow her brains out. Then I'm gonna blow glasses girl's brains out. Then I'm gonna put two in Liselotte-sama's face and blow myself up with C4 while holding my master's severed head right after emptying a clip into glasses girl's stinking carcass because she's a major bitch."
"Oh my..." I raised an eyebrow.
"Kisses! Make some kissing noises, Young Master." Greta giggled.
"No." I said dryly.
"Awww..."
"You...you...you can't do this!" Tsuneko shrieked. The red dot on her face was steady and didn't move an inch.
"Oh I can! I'm Greta the spoiled maid after all. I'm easily swayed by my feelings and emotions! So yeah I can do this. I'm crazy enough to do this. You kill my master and I'll level this fucking mansion."
"Liselotte-sama! Save meeeeeeee!" Tsuneko was now trembling uncontrollably and sobbing like a baby. "I...I don't wanna die! Kayo-chan, do something! Kill that maid and her master! Nooooooow!"
"Gahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Liselotte laughed so hard that the whole room shook. "Oh this is good. This is good. This is quality entertainment right here, folks. You people are just too much." She panted.
"Liselotte-sama..." Tsuneko sniffed.
"Put down the sword, Kayo-chan." Liselotte ordered as she wiped the tears from her eyes and the maid quickly complied. "You too, Greta. Put down your guns. Tsuneko-chan is gonna fricking wet herself here and soak her lovely frilly panties if you don't." My maid looked at me and I silently nodded my head. She clicked her tongue and hesitated for a second before finally lowering her weapons. Tsuneko's legs gave out at last after so much trembling and collapsed to the floor like a broken doll. Her icy composure was now completely gone and she was crying her eyes out. It was ear-piercing and it made me want to slap her silly until she stops.
"We're leaving now." I fixed my collar again and took Greta's hand. "Come, Greta. Let us make haste."
"So much devotion. I'm quite touched really. My twin really did a number on you, Minoru-kun." Liselotte almost murmured. "Wherever she is now, I bet she's laughing and crying at the same time." She giggled.
"I won't stop until Liza-sama gets the justice she deserves. I will not rest until I seek the truth." I said coldly.
"There is no truth, you stupid, stupid boy." She shot back. "The truth you seek doesn't exist." Liselotte hissed. "You will never find it because it doesn't exist." She elegantly brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.
"We'll see about that." My voice was firm yet hollow.
"You think you're the only one mourning here? She was my sister too. I'm devastated as you are. Difference is that I'm moving on with my life and you're stuck with your stupid and reprehensible accusations! Liza is gone! My twin sister is gone and she's never coming back! What happened to her was an accident. A very unfortunate accident. How can you not accept that? I should slap that fucking stupid face of yours, boy!"
"We are leaving. Good day, Liselotte-sama." I finally left the room with Greta. We then picked up the pace after reaching the first floor to get away from the approaching guards. My maid quickly noticed the ambush they were setting up near the foyer and the two of us narrowly escaped with our lives after a few one-sided scuffles.
"Liselotte-sama..." Tsuneko hugged the right leg of her friend. "She'll pay for this. That maid will pay."
"There, there." Liselotte patted her head and then quickly kicked her away. "Gahahahahahahahahaha!"
"Well that didn't go so well." I sat back after finishing my parfait. After escaping the mansion, we decided to look for Toshio-san, but he was nowhere to be found. After an hour of searching the premises and beating up a few guards who were stubborn enough to follow us, I received a call from him and confirmed his safety much to our relief. I can't forgive myself if anything happened to him. Greta and I then decided to celebrate our survival at the Royal Bust Family Restaurant after much deliberation and bickering because she thinks the establishment is a bad influence. I managed to convince her, but her grumbling didn't stop until we finally reached the place. I ordered something incredibly sweet to relieve my stress while she ordered an extra-large beef bowl with lots of chilli peppers, red ginger and garlic to re-energize herself after all that harrowing workout. After our meal, I massaged my forehead and looked through the large glass window. I watched the luscious reflections of the sexy waitresses, but I found no comfort. "At least I made my presence known, right? That was indeed a greeting of some sorts." I struggled hard to smile. So hard it made my cheeks tingle.
"I suppose so." Greta said and her face didn't show any emotion.
"Oh I did make my presence known alright, but in the most faltering way ever." I lamented and my smile turned upside down. "I can't believe I was afraid after seeing Liselotte-sama's face. How laughable. I did nothing but talk big when we first arrived here, but when I finally confronted my demon, everything just felt apart. Truly laughable." I felt like banging my head on the table, but I remained in control of my emotions.
"Liselotte-sama is scum. Your fear is understandable." Greta tried to comfort me. "I also like to remind you that the trauma is still fresh. Three years is still a short time, Young Master."
"I...I guess you're right."
"Young Master, can I try to convince you again to abandon this mission of yours? Let's go back to Kanagawa and just live our lives there. Call me a coward if you want, but I don't like this. I don't like this one bit. I don't mean to offend, but I find promises to dead people to be quite bothersome and not to mention very pointless. You'll find nothing but hurt here, Young Master. I promise you that. So please let's leave before it's too late."
"You know I can't do that, Greta. I'm sorry for being so stubborn. I'm so sorry for putting you through this."
Greta sighed and her shoulders sagged. "I tried." She said under her breath.
"Even if it's bothersome, even if it's pointless, I will see my promise through. My resolve is rock solid."
"Young Master, are you absolutely sure the family head won't be upset over this? Us antagonizing the daughter of her older brother? I'm fully aware Masachika Hironori is not in the family head's good graces for some time now due to him openly opposing the matriarchal leadership, but that poor excuse of a man is still her family. He is still flesh and blood. He and his daughter are still members of the Masachika Family."
"If I'm not mistaken, that was the reason why he was exiled here in Yokohama City, along with his family, right? It's probably also the reason why he's neglecting his position as school director and letting his daughter have full control of the academy. Well as for the family head, I doubt she cares for this little war of mine. In fact, she's probably quite amused by all of this and will just watch from the shadows like always. Make a show out of it. She does enjoy a good comedy slash tragedy after all." I snorted. "She thinks highly of me and my parents, but she doesn't care about my well-being to be honest. She's just supporting me out of family obligation. That and my parents are quite the loyal overzealous workers. She only allowed my transfer to Rigney Academy because of Griselda-sama's influence. She is definitely not on Liselotte-sama's side, but she's not on mine either. We'll get the basic necessities and support as usual, but we're on our own here."
"And does that not worry you, Young Master?"
"Of course it worries me. I need to be resourceful here." I cleared my throat and sat up straight. "Anyway, where is Masachika Hironori now?"
"Vacationing in Hawaii." She replied. "With his new 18 year old girlfriend."
"I can't believe Liselotte-sama respects that libertine sleazebag she calls a father." I gave Greta a disconcerted look. "He's sleeping with girls that are younger or the same age as her. Deplorable." My face contorted.
"Because he's her father and she loves him regardless of his disgusting hobby?"
"Liselotte-sama is incapable of love."
Greta smiled. "Biased, aren't we?" I just sighed and rolled my eyes in response. "Is it hard to believe that someone like Liselotte-sama is actually capable of showing human emotion like love? She is an awful person yes, but she still loves her father because he is her parent. It is as simple as that."
"And what about her love for her sister?"
"I'm not gonna answer that one, Young Master." Greta's smile disappeared.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...I..." I fumbled with my words.
"It's okay." She giggled and just for a moment Greta looked quite girlish.
"I'm sorry."
"Young Master, I'm going to plead again."
"Greta..."
"Can you really not abandon this silly mission of yours? This may sound strange coming from someone like me, but revenge is quite the ugly business, cliché as it may sound."
"It is and that does sound clichéd."
"Revenge is sweet and not fattening."
"Alfred Hitchcock." I was amused.
"Young Master, please."
"I'm sorry, Greta. Also, I'm not doing this for vengeance. At first yes, but not anymore. I will gain nothing from vengeance. I'm quite very aware of that. This is a mission to seek the truth." I said proudly.
"To seek the truth?" Greta raised one of her eyebrows.
"To seek the truth." I repeated. "Even if the truth hurts. Even if it will shatter everything I believe in."
Greta then leaned forward and rested her chin on her closed hand. It was like she was posing for a portrait or a picture. Once again, she looked girlish. "Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaame." She suddenly bellowed and laughed.
"Right." I cleared my throat again and raised my hand to get the attention of any nearby waitresses. "Can I order another parfait please?" I cried out. "I desperately need sugar today." I mumbled to myself.
The next day...
Gyokusho Hajime quickly approached me the moment lunch time began. "Minoru, you owe me a meal."
"I believe I do." I snickered and rose up from my seat. "Don't worry, I didn't forget about my promise."
"Hey man, did you hear? A buncha crazy people attacked the Gunpla Club President yesterday. They stormed her mansion and everything and wrecked the shit out of it."
"O-Oh...uh...yes. I did hear about that." Acting is not an easy art to imitate and I'm afraid it's not one of my stronger suits. "The whole school is talking about it since this morning. Something dire happening like the school director's only daughter getting attacked in her own home, there is no way I would not hear about it."
"Oh right. Sorry about that." He smiled sheepishly. "But the balls on these guys, man! The balls on them! I mean holy shit, Minoru!" He nearly shouted. "I hear the police were everywhere after the attack and searched the whole fricking area. These crazy suicidal bastards took down half of the Club President's security team like they were nothing. Thankfully, there were no casualties and they just got off with only minor injuries."
"I...see..." Goodness. The police? I'm so glad Greta and I missed them. Toshio-san too.
"I guess this is expected and inevitable. We're talking about the Masachika Group after all. They're one of the biggest Zaibatsu companies here in Japan and you guys got deep political connections too so there's bound to be enemies and stuff. Maybe the rumors are true after all. Maybe you guys are really involve with a lot of shady stuff like private military corporations and shit. Tell me, Minoru, are you guys still beefing with them Yakuza guys? What's their name again? Kirishaku? Kirisaki or something? Did I get that right?"
"The Kirishima Clan." I corrected. "And no. We are no longer beefing with them. That silly conflict is over ages ago and while there might still be some animosity between the two, the Masachika Group and the Kirishima Clan are now working together to prevent such tragedy from happening again." Of course that was a lie. The two groups still hate each other's guts, but these days they just grudgingly get out of each other's way.
"But still, we're talking about years of bloodshed here, Minoru. People died and everything. I'm thinking the guys who attacked the Gunpla Club President yesterday are probably connected to the Kirishima Clan.
"Well I hope not." Good. Keep thinking that way, Hajime-san. "That would be quite troublesome."
"Or maybe it's a group of former students who banded together because...well...you know...because of what's been going on here lately. That's a possibility too. I know some students here who are knee-deep with street gangs and other undesirables. But whatever, man. Let's skidaddle and grab some grub. I'm starving!"
"Let us make haste then."
"Hajime-kun, Minoru-kun..." The class representative walked up to us. She was holding another thick book and this one seems to be a fantasy novel. "You two going to the cafeteria?" She asked.
"Yep." Hajime nodded. "Wanna join us, Class Rep?"
"Can...can I?"
"Goodness! I could never say no to a lovely lady like yourself." I dramatically offered my right arm for her to cling to and the girl's face quickly turned beet red. "The more the merrier, as they say."
"Me? A lovely lady?" She quivered and covered her face with the book she was carrying. "What are you saying, Minoru-kun!? Don't say embarrassing stuff like that!"
"Ah!" I beamed up after seeing the book's full cover. "Is that the new Hendricks book? The Thirteen Elven Princes of Fallenguard? I read the reviews online and they said it was a return to form for Hendricks."
"I...I..."
"Come now! Let's discuss about it while we enjoy our lunch. Eating creamy king crab croquettes and talking about Hendricks lore is nothing short of paradise I tell you. Come now and don't be shy!"
Hajime shot me a worried look. "Wow, Minoru. You're...kinda amazing. Also, we really need to hustle if you wanna get those creamy king crab croquettes because they sell out pretty fast."
"Out of the way, peasants." Someone shouted and I immediately recognized the voice. It was Imaidegawa Junko. The girl with the fan. She entered the classroom while holding the hand of another girl. "Move please! My friend here needs some space. Move or I will make you crawl like worms." Ah that lovely arrogant tone.
"Junko..." Hajime's expression turned frosty.
I then noticed her companion was crying and she looked very worn. Her eyes were red and her long brown hair messily tumbled onto her small shoulders. She didn't look physically injured so I'm guessing her problem leans more on the emotional and the psychological. Boyfriend trouble perhaps? A fight with a friend?
"Imaidegawa-san, what happened to Asakura-san?" The class representative knelt down beside the crying girl after helping her sit down on her chair.
"She was kicked out of the Archery Club." Junko was straight to the point.
"Why?" Hajime asked.
"My dad... My dad worked as an accountant for the Masachika Group and he was fired last week because he accidentally messed-up his monthly report." Asakura said in between sobs. "This morning, the club captain told me that I was now deemed unfit for the Archery Club because of my father's blunder and she forced me to quit. I tried to beg, but she just slapped me. She said I was an embarrassment to the academy. She said that my dad gave trouble to the company and it's only proper that I receive this punishment. They also said that it would be for the best if I transferred to another school or else they will make my life a living hell. They will make sure the teachers will look the other way. Why is this happening? It wasn't my dad's fault. It was an accident! He never wanted that to happen! And the Captain! I thought she was a nice person! In the end, she's nothing but Masachika Liselotte's underling! I don't wanna transfer! I don't wanna quit! I love archery!"
"Hush, Hiroko! Hush! You will not transfer! You will do no such thing! I'll protect you!" Junko held her.
"I'm sorry, Junko-chan! I'm sorry!"
Junko then turned to me and pointed her extravagant fan at my face. "Do you see this, Kashiwagi? This is the reality we face each and every day. This kind of cruelty and humiliation is the norm now for this academy. Don't act like you're not involved because you are. I swear I'll make you and the Masachika family suffer. I'm tired of seeing my friends get hurt because of you people's selfishness and ambition. You people are scum!"
"Hysterical much, Junko?" Hajime gently pushed her away, before she can bonked me in the head with that fan of hers. "What happened to Asakura is terrible, but Minoru-
"I'll hear none of it!" She shrieked and tried to grab Hajime's face, but Asakura quickly pulled her away before she can do any damage. "Hiroko, what are you doing!?"
"Stop, Junko-chan. Don't hurt them. It's not their fault."
"Hiroko!"
"C'mon. Let's go outside. I...I need some fresh air." She hugged her from behind. "C'mon."
"Tch. Fine." She opened her fan and covered her mouth with it. "Let's go." She said and took Asakura's hand again. "The people here make me ill." She almost snarled and the two left without any word after that.
"Oh dear..." The class representative hugged her book.
"Goodness. She really hates me." I said.
My classmates then started whispering among themselves, recalling other horror stories that involves the Gunpla Club. Stories like the hot-blooded boy in the next classroom having both of his arms broken by several unidentified men because he punched Yoshida Jokishi, a valued member of the Gunpla Club, in the face for sleeping with his younger sister. The very same Yoshida Jokishi who is now dating the Student Council Vice-President. Another story involves a kindly veteran teacher who was fired because he was seen fraternizing with a teacher from a rival academy. It was then revealed that he and the other teacher were blood-related, but he was not reinstated because the Gunpla Club wanted to save face. In fact, they made sure he will never teach again. The last story I heard before leaving the classroom was about Bunya Kohaku, the energetic and childish Student Council President. The things I heard made me feel sick to my stomach.
Twenty minutes later, the three of us left the cafeteria with our bellies full. Unfortunately, the creamy king crab croquettes were all sold out when I got there so I didn't get to experience their creamy goodness. One of the servers told me to try next week for the next batch because they need time to gather more ingredients and ingredients for the creamy king crab croquettes aren't exactly easy to come by and not mention they cost quite a pretty penny. Depressed, I settled for poached cod roe and grilled spicy chicken liver with caramelized onions. When we were eating, the class representative finally revealed her name: Domori Noaka or Noa-chan for short. There was still time after our sumptuous meal so we walked around for a bit in order for me to get acquainted with the academy grounds. Noa-chan showed me around while Hajime provided some very colorful commentary. The three of us got along so well that it felt like we've been friends since forever. It didn't took me long to get to know them better and I found out the two were quite the approachable and good-natured companions. Hajime may be a bit crude, but he actually has a witty and sharp sense of humor. His family owns several doughnut shop chains and his younger brother is a talented pianist who's currently studying in America. Noa-chan is meek at first, but once she drops her guard, she starts talking nonstop and that's fine with me because all she talks about is books and you know how much I adore books of all kinds. She dreams of becoming an author as I have expected. Her family owns a very successful organic veggie farm somewhere in the northern part of the country and her mother is somewhat of a local celebrity here in Yokohama City.
We then found ourselves in a park near the school amphitheatre and I was about to point to a patch of sunflowers when I noticed three male students harassing one girl who looked vaguely familiar. I couldn't see her face because the three miscreants surrounded her like hungry wolves. Hajime and I looked at each other before silently agreeing to interfere because it's the gentlemanly thing to do while Noa-chan hid behind a tree. I got a closer look of the three ruffians as we walked towards them and my heart started beating faster. The one leading the harassment was a tall student with red spiky hair and the other two boys looked like generic hoodlums so I won't bother describing their appearances. They looked that stereotypical it's not even funny.
Ah finally I can see the girl and she had blonde hair and...
Wait...
Blonde hair?
A girl with blonde hair?
Oh my.
It's...
"Don't you fucking touch me, you asshole!" Deguchi Odette punched the leader in the face, breaking his nose.
"You...you bitch!" One of the lackeys tried to grab her shiny golden hair, but Odette quickly ducked and shattered the poor sap's family jewels with a devastating knee attack. She then turned around and sent the other lackey flying with roundhouse kick before he could attack her from behind. Intriguing. Odette is quite the capable fighter and while her form is rough and amateurish, her attacks are very effective and focused. A little training and she could be a renowned martial artist in no time. Just what kind of girl is Deguchi Odette? I suppose her threats of violence aren't really empty after all. I need to mentally take note of this development.
"I recognize the girl." Hajime told me. "She's a troublemaker. Mostly fights and other misdemeanours like smoking in the campus and skipping class. She's actually pretty harmless and quiet as long as you don't stick your nose in her business. Man, I always forget her name." He groaned.
"I recognize her too." I said. "Well we're acquaintances actually."
"R-Really?"
"Her name is Deguchi Odette and she's a first year like us. I met her the day before yesterday."
"What about the dude with the spiky hair? You know him too?"
"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with him."
"Well you should because if we mess with him then we're fucked." Hajime gulped.
"Oh?" My tone was involuntarily sarcastic. "Is he a member of the dreaded Gunpla Club then?" I asked.
"No." He shook his head. "Well not yet anyway. His name is Watari Emerson and he is the current Gunpla Battle Scramble champion."
"Gunpla Battle Scramble?"
"Yokohama City's most famous and biggest Gunpla Battle tournament. Word is that the Gunpla Club have already recruited him and it'll be only a matter of time before he becomes a full member. He's kinda gullible and not to mention ruthless so that makes him a perfect candidate to be one of Liselotte's student muscle.
Emerson finally recovered and pulled out a small knife after he stood up. "Not good, guys!" Noa-chan cried out from behind the tree. "W-We gotta do something!"
"I will handle this." I said with a smile.
"You will? Minoru, don't be suicidal, man. I wanna help Deguchi-san too, but..."
"There is nothing to fear, Hajime-san. I will save her." My voice was full of confidence. "To me, Greta!" I shouted and snapped my fingers after striking a pose. A very fabulous pose I might add.
A few seconds that felt like minutes passed and Greta did not appear. Oh how embarrassing...
"Duuude, what the heck was that?" Hajime asked in a flat and disappointed tone. "What's a Greta?"
"Ahem!" I loudly cleared my throat. "Let's try that again, shall we?" Finger snap and pose! "To me, Greta!"
"Apologizes." My maid landed behind me. "I was busy petting a stray cat. That cat was fine too. Err...I mean she had the finest fur even if no owner has been grooming her. I'm so moved right now."
"What the fuck? A-A maid!?" Hajime nearly jumped. "A maid just appeared out of nowhere!"
"Greta, Miss Odette is in trouble." I pointed to the scuffle. "Go help her."
"Understood." Greta cracked her knuckles. "But first, I need Minoru power."
"M-Minoru power?"
"A tight hug will suffice. Oh and I wanna squeeze your butt too. Squeeze it good. A girly squeal from you would be nice too while we're at it." She all said this with a straight and serious face.
"..."
"What? Oh fine. Can I at least smell your hair?" Greta pouted.
"That boy is going to stab Miss Odette." I reminded her of the deteriorating situation. Her insatiable lust for me is going to cost me a very entertaining friend. "Hurry up and take him out before things get out of hand."
"D-Dude, is your maid trying to sexually harass you or something?" Hajime asked with a trembling voice.
"I...I don't know how to respond to this." Noa-chan squeaked.
"She's just being cheeky." I said calmly. "Now go, Greta! Time to go full-battle mode." I ordered.
"Any specifics?" Greta narrowed her eyes.
"Fast and painless." I said.
"Understood." She nodded and moved like the wind. Ten second later, Emerson and his two friends were now lying face down on the ground. Their unconscious bodies were twitching uncontrollably and only became still after Greta applied a few kicks for good measure. My maid then helped Odette back to her feet. Her face was covered with bruises and her right sleeve was torn. Both of her knees were scraped and bleeding. "Foolish girl. I mean taking three guys at once? Foolish indeed. Now look at you. You look like shit." Greta mocked.
"But...you...did the same thing." Odette pointed out.
"I took them by surprise." Greta chuckled. "That and I'm very awesome. That's the difference between you and me, Deguchi-san. You're flat as a board and my developed bosoms will seduce the Young Master one day."
"Wait, what? That doesn't make sense! What the hell is wrong with you!?"
"Oh such is life." Greta chuckled again.
"She...those three...so fast..." Hajime was so amazed to see Greta beat up three bullies with such grace and technique that he can't form a cohesive sentence.
"Whoa." Noa-chan was now standing to my left and she too was impressed by Greta's little display of justice.
"So what the hell are you doing here?" Odette marched towards me and crossed her arms. "You following me or something, dandy boy? You got a crush on me now? You a stalker now? A pervert? Fess up!"
"I just happened to-
"Young Master." Greta interrupted. "Is this girl a new member of your accursed harem?" She cocked her head and pointed to Noa-chan.
"H-Harem!?" The class representative was so shocked that she dropped her book. I immediately picked it up and handed it back to her.
"And you!" Greta turned to Hajime. "Are you seducing the Young Master too? Making him try new things? I take it you're the pitcher in this relationship? I mean you have to be because I believe my master would make an excellent bottom if he decided to play for the other team. I even bought a strap-on in case he wants to train."
"Your maid is totally fucked-up, dude." Odette said.
"Yes. Yes she is." I sighed. "Anyway, Miss Odette, if you don't mind me asking..." My expression turned serious.
"Why these three shitheads decided it's a good idea to turn me into a squishy punching bag?"
"Uh...yes." I nodded. "That."
"Mr. Scramble Champion here wanted to ask Yaeko out. I said no because Yaeko said no. He insisted and tried to convince me he'll take good care of her. I still said no. He challenged me to a Gunpla Battle match. I told him his mom is Yokohama City's biggest gangbang queen. One thing led to another and...well...yeah."
"I feel like I should clap my hands." Hajime said. "Should I clap my hands?"
"Well I'm clapping my hands." Greta clapped her hands. "I'm clapping my hands because Deguchi-san is an idiot and she will never beat my boobs."
"Jokes aside, boys and girls and crazy maid..." Hajime scratched his head. "We just...we just beat up Watari Emerson and his thugs. Do you know what that means?"
"Doesn't mean shit. I ain't afraid of the fucking Gunpla Club." Odette's tone was defiant.
"Look, Masachika Liselotte is gonna-
"Nothing." Someone said and we quickly turned our heads to the direction of the voice. "I'm not gonna do anything." Liselotte was standing next to Emerson's unconscious body and was poking his butt with her left foot.
"Oh FUCK!" Hajime cried out in terror.
"Nice to see you again, Minoru-kun and Greta-chan." She smiled her brightest and I felt like punching her. "My oh my! VIOLENCE!" She shouted in English. "First, you decimated half of my security forces yesterday and now you've beaten up one potential underling because you just have to play white knight and save one blonde damsel in distress. Said damsel in distress is also a delinquent with several permanent records."
"What..." Hajime dropped his jaw. Things are happening so fast right now that this must have felt like a punch in the gut for him. "Then...the ones who attacked the Gunpla Club clubhouse is..."
"Liselotte-sama, how's the honey badger? Did you find it or is the little bastard still wrecking havoc in your garden?" Greta smiled.
"It's dead. Kayo-chan killed it. I'll have it stuffed and I'll give it to daddy as a present when he returns from Hawaii with mommy number 43."
"How cruel..." I said dryly.
"Cruel? You know what's really cruel? It's cruel when you mess up the ecology of my mansion's courtyards by unleashing a bunch of wild animals and stray cats! Now that's fucking cruel." She then turned around and kicked Emerson's head. "Do you see that amphitheatre over there, Minoru-kun?" She pointed. "Go there after class and I'll give you one hell of a show. If you fail to comply then I'll expel all of your classmates and I'll make sure Odette-chan over there and her pathetic little friend will become the soccer team's new Dutch wives. Those guys are training hard right now for the next inter-high and they need something to blow steam."
"The shit is this? You sound like a fucking ero-manga villain, Miss President." Odette scoffed. "Can you believe this chick, guys? Is she for fucking real? Like she can get away with that stuff."
"I am a Masachika. Of course I can get away with that stuff." She shot back. Her back is still turned on us and I wondered what kind of expressions she was making.
"We're...we're not your toys!" Noa-chan screamed. She was staying quiet until now.
"Of course not. Don't be silly, Domori Noaka-san. You're all my precious fellow students. You're not my toys."
"There you go again." I said sharply. "Liselotte-sama, you're such a one-dimensional villain."
"Bitter medicine is always the best kind of medicine, my dear boy." She said before walking away. We just stood there motionless and watched her go until she was gone.
"Well that was interesting." I said. "You want to follow her, Greta?"
"That would be unwise, Young Master." Greta raised one of her eyebrows. "I can sense Kayo's presence." She then closed her eyes and stood still once again. "I can hear a clicking sound. Rifle. Silenced."
"Oh dear..." I sighed.
"Minoru..." Hajime shot me a suspicious look. "You and...Liselotte..."
"I will tell you this, Hajime-san: Masachika Liselotte is my enemy. I transferred to this school because I have unfinished business with her and it will bring me great joy to see her fall. That is all."
"Okay. I'm...I'm relieved that you're not siding with her. I now know for a fact that you're with us here and I'm really happy. You're a good person and I was right to follow my judgement. That and maybe you can help us here. Maybe we could even stop her. And that's why I'm coming with you to the amphitheatre later after class. I...I don't plan on running away anymore. After what happened to Asakura, it's time we fight back. I feel having you with us will give us a better fighting chance."
"I'm coming too." Noa-chan said.
"Hell no, Class Rep!" Hajime protested. "Not happening. This whole thing could be a trap. Okay scratch that. It's obviously and pretty much a fricking trap."
"Hajime-kun, I'm the class representative. It's my duty to make sure my classmates are safe. I don't care if it's dangerous, I'm still going and that's final!"
"Damn it..." Hajime's expression softened. "Just stick with us and run as fast as you can if things go south, Class Rep."
"I'm coming obviously. No question about that." Greta joined in. "Because I'm a badass sexy maid who will one day bear the Young Master's children. I will name one of them Odette and she will be the least favorite child."
"Good work there, Maid Rape-a-Lot. Ruin the moment will ya?" Odette sighed. "Anyway, I'm coming too because I feel responsible. It's my fault why you're in trouble, Dandy boy. You guys are in deep shit now and I just can't leave you to dry." If there's anything redeeming about Odette is that she is quite the earnest and sincere person. Her heart is always on her sleeve and is very frank with her feelings. She always cut to the chase and doesn't appreciate malarkey of any kind.
Greta snickered. "A beautiful maid, her handsome master who is destined to be her one and true love, a blonde flat-chested delinquent with severe mental problems, a shy class representative who's probably sexually frustrated and the reliable yet unfunny male best friend-type of character you always encounter in gal games who tries a little too hard. Quite the crack team we are. This could be the beginning of something beautiful. You all agree, right?"
"Please die." Odette hissed.
Rigney Academy's amphitheatre was impressive up close. Of course, most of the facilities here in this academy are impressive in some way because of the near-limitless funding. It was modeled after a Greek amphitheatre, but somewhat smaller in scale and with a few modern modifications. Noa-chan told me it was exclusively used by the drama club during the good old days, but lately it had enjoyed only a few scant performances. Nonetheless, the place was still properly maintained. Anyway, I met the others at the library after classes and wasted no time coming here. The whole place was packed with students, teachers, school staff and even a few outsiders. It was like a mini cultural festival complete with fireworks, balloons and banners, but with less culture and more sinister in nature. We looked at each other and pressed on until we found Kayo the maid and she led us to the space between the stone benches and the theatre stage. There was a large Gunpla Battle table placed on the middle and I saw Watari Emerson and his goons staring at us with the intent to kill and maim. I now know where this is going and it's not making me feel any less nervous. Akabane Tsuneko was standing on stage with a microphone and the spotlight was focused on her. Behind her slim figure, Liselotte stood like a shepherd leading his flock and with her is Yoshida Jokishi and other students who I assume to be the other members of the Gunpla Club. They all looked ravenous, like a shark detecting blood in the ocean.
"Well here he is! Kashiwagi Minoru! The new transfer student!" Tsuneko began and the crowd roared. "Oh and he brought the animal he calls his maid and a few of his friends." She then handed the microphone to Liselotte and quickly joined the other members of the Gunpla Club.
"Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooo, Minoru-kun!" Liselotte greeted me in a very cutesy tone. "You like this little set-up? You're a smart kid so you know what's gonna happen next." She gestured to the battle table.
"Well whoop dee doop! Isn't this very predictable?" Odette rolled her eyes. "It's like everyone is really itching to find an excuse to settle things with Gunpla Battle."
"Well they are the Gunpla Club after all." Hajime pointed out.
"I know that!" She shot back.
"Let's cut to the chase here, Liselotte-sama." I said.
"Hey Minoru-kun, I've always wanted to ask you this question." Liselotte said in a low tone.
"What?"
"Does it bother you that I have Liza's face? I mean she was my twin after all."
"Shut-up." I clenched both of my fists. "Let's just get this over with."
"I will continue telling you this over and over and over again: My sister's death was her own fault. You playing the ever gallant and heroic detective is nothing but a waste of time. Give it up, Kashiwagi Minoru!"
I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. "Liselotte-sama, I always try to refrain from uttering such deplorable and unsporting words, but I'll make an exception just for today." I then held up both of my middle fingers and smiled like a hyena high on illegal substances. "FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I shouted and the crowd went wild. They were stomping and repeating my words. Liselotte was not pleased.
"TSUNEKOOOOOOO!" Liselotte screamed and both her assistant and Kayo the maid dragged a bound and gagged Imaidegawa Junko. "This little tramp here is Imaidegawa Junko-san from class 1-D. She is the only daughter of Imaidegawa Daigo, a known and dangerous associate of the Kirishima Clan, and the current heir to Imaidegawa Industries here in Yokohama City. I found her harassing the captain of the Archery Club this afternoon because of one petty and stupid reason! I think it's only proper that we give her the comeuppance she deserves!"
"J-Junkooooo!" Hajime cried out. "Goddammit! Minoru, we have to do something!"
"No! Imaidegawa-san!" Noa-chan covered her face and began to cry.
"The fuck!? What the fuck are they doing!?" Odette gritted her teeth.
"Fucking hang her!" One of the spectators shouted.
"Imaidegawa is a fucking slut! She thinks she's better than us!" Another one joined.
"Hahahaha! You finally got what's coming to you, Junko-chaaaan!"
These people... Have they gone mad!?
"Gahahahahaha! You hear that, Minoru-kun?" Liselotte hollered. "They want blood! Well let's start the show, people! It's time for Kashiwagi Minoru to play a game and if he wins then MAYBE I'll let go of Imaidegawa-san here, but if he loses...then I'll leave it to your imagination! Gahahahahahahahaha!"
Emerson then started up the battle table. "Okay, nutsack, this won't be an ordinary battle so listen up and listen good. Here are the rules of the match: Me and my chumps here will be controlling a very large mobile armor. Our sole objective is to shoot you down and that's it. We fucking win. You, on the other hand, has to destroy fifty unmanned pods scattered across the field in order to win the match and you're doing this while trying to survive our attacks. We can't destroy the pods, if we did it's game over for us. You're also not allowed to attack our mobile armor, you just need to avoid us and run away like the fucking pussy you are. If you don't call that fair then you're an asshole." He smirked. "Anyway, you start with five lives and that means five Gunpla kits." He continued. "No Gundam-type suits, nothing but grunts and fodders. You also start with no weapons, but since we're all fair and nice here, we placed a buncha weapons throughout the field for you to use. They're all ranged weapons, meaning no beams sabers, and they all have very limited ammo. So yeah, if you run out and can't find any new toys then you have to destroy the pods in some other way. You got all that, sweet cheeks?" He winked and his two cronies laughed.
"What the hell kind of match is this!?" Hajime exclaimed.
"An interesting one." I snickered. "Well played, Liselotte-sama. Well played."
"Minoru...are you going to..." Hajime gave me a look of concern and uncertainty.
"We're going to save Imaidegawa-san, Hajime-san. Even if I have to order Greta to blow up the whole blasted academy."
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This chapter is my final release for this year. I will be posting my next work around January of next year.
So ninety-percent of this chapter has nothing to do with Gunpla Battle and Gundam at all. This chapter introduced the story's main antagonist and shed some light on Minoru's purpose and goal. So yeah, sorry for the lack of Gunpla Battle action. I'll make up for it in the next chapter and will deliver something kickass. So about Minoru and Emerson's upcoming battle... It's quite an odd one, eh? I wanted to do something really different and this is the one I came up with. The original rules were actually a lot more unbalanced and complicated and it even involved Minoru's friends. Thankfully, MangamanZX helped me out and provided some good advice. He trimmed the unnecessary stuff and made it a bit more simple and less over-the-top. Thanks, man. I'm really enjoying our PM conversations. Tail on, dude.
I also thought Greta really shined in this chapter. Writing her is really easy, because she's so fun to write. I hope everyone enjoys her scenes as much I did.
Well that's it. If you find any spelling or grammar errors then feel free to point it out. I would really appreciate it. Man, I really need to find a beta-reader or something. Or at least someone who's willing to go over my work.
As always, if you have a question, criticism, suggestion, advice or anything at all, please don't be a stranger. You can PM me anytime.
Happy holidays, everyone! I hope next year would be another awesome year for fanfiction. Now time to get intimate with this turkey sandwich.
Oh and I almost forgot! I'm planning on doing a Sabagebu! one-shot next year. If you're a fan of that show and Momoka-sama's ruthlessness then look forward to it!