I wrote this practically in forty minutes. More proof that the more trash something is, the faster I write it. This is even more trash than To Dream a Dream of Dreaming Dreams, if that was even possible.

Did you know that on the Kagepro wiki, it says that Kido used to suffer from chunnibyou?

Also, ending was inspired by one of the wonderful stories of the Spicy anthology. If you've read it, I'm sure you know.

ChunniKido

Shintaro sometimes wondered why he always got saddled with the bad jobs.

Whether it were cleaning up, or eating Momo's cooking when Konoha was out, Shintaro always seemed to be the one who had to do the distasteful tasks.

However, on one very special day, one that Shintaro would remember until he went unconscious, Shintaro found that clean-up chore to be amusing.

Why, oh why was this chore amusing?

Well, it was rather simple.

As Shintaro had been sweeping, in his frustration over being forced into the role, he aggressively pulled the mop across the ground. There was just this one spot, this oh-so-annoying little smidge of wood that Shintaro couldn't get rid of.

Now, any logical person in their right mind would realize it was probably immovable, and go on with their lives.

Shintaro however, although logical, was not in his proper thinking state. Instead, Shintaro kept on swiping the spot over and over and over and over again, venting his frustration into the little piece of raised wood.

It did wonders, but after a few minutes of this, Shintaro came to a conclusion.

That piece of wood was part of the floorboards. Who knew?

Then it wasn't.

One moment it was.

The next, it wasn't.

The board cracked, the raised end falling down into who knows where. Shintaro became acutely aware that it had been a loose board, not an intentionally OCD aggravating bump.

Go figure.

Shintaro, wanting an excuse to put down the mop, paused, reaching down into that black hole that the floorboard used to cover.

Shintaro's hand grasped something moist. Was that… a dead rat? No, that was the wet sponginess of the mop.

Right. Move the wet mop away from the place you're sticking your hand into. What a brilliant idea!

After doing just that, Shintaro, having not learned his lesson the first time, once again plunged his hand into the dark abyss of the hollow space below a floorboard.

Something moist? Was it something alive and breathing, or something once alive and breathing, or was it something else that the mop's sogginess had gotten wet?

From that gaping cavity in the ground, Shintaro retrieved a scrapbook, a slightly wet scrapbook, but a scrapbook nonetheless. It even said "Scrapbook" on the front, for good measure of how much like a scrapbook the scrapbook was on a scale of not-scrapbook to scrapbook using scrapbook as a scrapbooking unit for scrapbooking scrapbooks.

Shintaro gently placed the scrapbook on the nearby table, and slowly pushed the couch over a bit so that it'd cover the hole.

Heave.

Ho.

Perfect.

It was nearly invisible, unless you bent down, had eyes, and looked at where the hole was.

In other words, it was as close to perfection as Shintaro had the patience to achieve.

Shintaro left the mop by the table, and immediately examined the scrapbook, curious as to why the scrapbook had been doing what scrapbooks do in the space below a loose floorboard.

Upon further attention, Shintaro noticed one very important detail. On the bottom right corner, the word "Kano" was hastily scrawled. Below that, were the words "DO NOT TOUCH".

What a brilliant suggestion! That would totally put off every single person who would potentially want to know what might be in the scrapbook.

Or not.

Maybe saying "do not touch" would be an incentive for any random viewer to want to read the scrapbook.

After all, humans were stubborn little pieces of annoying scum. They enjoyed disobeying rules, orders, and much more to satisfy their curiosity.

Thus, Shintaro slowly cracked open the scrapbook, almost afraid of what Kano had been hiding away in that little pocket of dark space.

Shintaro caught a glimpse of something dark, darker than even the dark space he'd retrieved this scrapbook with dark images in.

But then, Marry opened the door, as if checking on Shintaro's progress. Shintaro immediately slammed the scrapbook shut, afraid of the possibility Kano might've put anything NSFW in the scrapbook. Marry's implied innocence was obviously worth more than Kano's secrets.

Marry glanced around the room, before closing the door again. She seemed satisfied with his progress. Maybe it was because no one else in the Dan ever cleaned anything when oh-so-helpful Shintaro was around.

Once Shintaro was sure that Marry had gone, even taking the care to listen to the little pit-pat-pit-pat of her slippers, only then did Shintaro even think to open the scrapbook again.

Shintaro again, slowly opened the scrapbook, catching another glimpse at the horrors hidden inside, the devastatingly dark horrors of darker than dark darkness. It confirmed his first suspicion, the horrifyingly horribly horrid suspicion it was, so horrible that he hadn't even thought to think about it to the reader who is obviously not going to think about this clear shattering of the fourth wall.

But then, yet again, Shintaro was interrupted from feasting his eyes on the terrible images held within the scrapbook. This time, it was Seto, who emerged in all his froggy glory, just in time to see Shintaro hastily toss the scrapbook onto the table and take up the mop again, feigning work.

"I'm so sorry they made you clean up again." Seto apologized.

"I don't care." Shintaro deadpanned. "Someone has to do it."

"Well, if I hadn't had so many jobs, I could have… good work anyway Shintaro." Seto patted Shintaro on the shoulder, blissfully unaware of the contents of the scrapbook that lay on the table.

With that last farewell, Seto left Shintaro all alone, like Marry had, closing the door behind him. Shintaro was now free to gaze all he wanted at the wonderfully eerie contents of the scrapbook.

Shintaro hefted the scrapbook into his hands yet again, beginning to become used to the feeling of the scrapbook's strong fabrics. Shintaro hoped he would remain acquainted with the scrapbook in the future. Despite the inky black dark as darkness dark in the scrapbook portrayed in dark blackness, it was still beautiful in a way Shintaro couldn't even hope to understand.

Without any further interruptions, Shintaro dived deep into the scrapbook, examining every image and taking the appropriate time to enjoy each one to the fullest, whether it be a full body shot or a group shot. Shintaro devoted the time to each one as was deserved.

In this deep revelation of relevating relevations, Shintaro must've let his guard down at some point. How did he know he had let his guard down?

Well, it was simple!

Kano had managed to walk in, without Shintaro realizing. Now, the blonde was usually quite good at remaining light-footed, much like a cat, but this was uncanny. It was as if Kano had known that Shintaro had looked at his secretly kept scrapbook. In fact, if Kido knew Kano had kept this scrapbook, it was likely he would lack a bed. And food. And a home. And money.

Still, Shintaro wasn't quite sure how to engage a conversation with Kano, who was smiling eerily wide next to him.

"I-I-I can explain." Shintaro stuttered, slamming the scrapbook shut.

"No need!" Kano chirped cheerfully.

"I-I found it in the little cavity beneath the-"

"I know where it was." Kano smirked. "Did these images of your danchou… entertain you?"

Shintaro nodded.

"Are you curious of why exactly she did that? Do you wonder how I managed to take those pictures without Kido caring?" Kano asked like a machine gun, as if knowing Shintaro's answer would be yes.

Shintaro nodded again.

"Well, it all started in eighth grade. You are familiar with chunnibyou, yes?"

Shintaro nodded.

Chunnibyou was an ailment common to eighth graders, so much so that it as even named after eighth graders. It usually referred to when the person became so delusional that… oh.

So that was why Kido had posed in such awkward mannerisms.

So that was why Kido had worn such… awkward clothing.

So that was why Kido had coerced Kano, Seto, and even Ayano into portraying her fantasy settings.

So that was why this scrapbook existed; to be a constant reminder of what Kido had once been, as a warning to future generations.

In that sense, Kano had done a wonderful job, compiling these images for the entertainme- good of future generations. For once, Shintaro felt compelled to thank the blonde for his contribution to the future.

"Would you like to hear about some of Kido's ah, stories?" Kano asked.

Shintaro thought for the briefest of moments, before settling on a decision that would decide his fate.

"Yes please."

Kido had been having a rough day. It was hard enough juggling a part-time job along with one's studies, and even if the job was only serving tables, it was enough of a complication of its own.

For one, the uniform reminded Kido awfully of her childhood, something that she did not want to touch on. Having to speak politely was another big no-no, even if Kido's co-workers told her she looked adorable. Especially troubling were the older males who would give her… glances.

Still, the part-time job was good for maintaining the status quo around the apartment, and to not rely so much on Momo for money. Sure, Momo had the money, and it wouldn't hurt her much at all to fund them, but not working would be mentally weakening. They had to work for what they got. Or rather, Seto and her did for the apartment. Kano had managed to avoid getting a single job.

Break. How luxurious. Kido sighed. It was enough trouble merely handling Kano back at the apartment that this job wasn't even that bad. To Kido, handling customers was much, much easier than taking care of Kano.

Then her phone beeped.

It was Ene, the mischievous little cyber-girl. Ene had sent her a message in the form of an audio file. Packaged along with the audio file was the message "You'd better run fast!"

Odd.

Very odd.

Kido wondered what exactly Ene meant, not sure if she wanted to know what the audio file contained.

But in the end, her curiosity got the better of her.

Kido opened the audio file, and over the course of three minutes, changed from her regular pale complexion to beetroot red, and dashed off to the apartment.