Guest: I want Sosuke x Fukawa, but I don't a good shipping name for them yet. This will be Naegiri, but I can't guarantee will be as easily going as Fukawa and Sosuke.
SHSLJester: I hope I lived up to your expectation with this chapter. I hope you enjoy this chapter too.
Hy6r1d60y: Sorry if you thought Makoto was being too passive, I never wrote him as a character before so I'm trying to find a place in the story for him.
Tuesday, August 17th, 2016
CHIHIRO'S POV
"Yo-You're deplorable!" Fukawa glared at him as she sat down at my desk. Everyone who would come to class was here.
"Come on Fukawa, you can't really be mad at me." Sosuke smiled while he sat on my desk. "How was I supposed to know that was gonna happen?"
"I a-am never walking home with yo-you again!"
"Did something happen?" I butted in.
"Fukawa's just mad that we live five minutes away from each other." Sosuke waved him off. "So I get to hang with her more."
"Wh-Why are you even in here? Your cl-class is down the hall." Fukawa narrowed her eyes.
"Well, we both know attendance is not mandatory, so I can stay in here if I wanted." He countered my argument with logic. "And I came to pick something up from Leon."
"Wh-What?" Oh yeah, Leon said something about blackmail.
"You didn't hear? I was positive that someone would've told you." The Ultimate Journalist raised an eyebrow. He crossed his legs and pointed upwards with his finger. "I'll fill ya in. Apparently, the new girl dumped cold water on Maizono yesterday in the cafeteria."
"What th-the hell?" Fukawa's eyes fell on Kirigiri, who frankly looked like she didn't really care about what she did. "Do yo-you have a death wish?"
"I tried being polite. She wanted to be rude." She said with her eyes closed. "No one is above being punished for their actions."
"Wow, note to self 'Interview the new girl'," Sosuke said softly while having this starstruck expression.
"The new girl has a name." Kirigiri sighed before walking over to the two of us. "It's Kirigiri Kyoko."
"I'm Sosuke Ichino, the Ultimate Journalist." He shook her covered hand. "At this rate, you'll be seeing a lot of me."
"Li-Like hell!" Fukawa shouted without realizing what it sounded like before it was too late."Because yo-you are leaving no-now!"
I tried pushing him out the classroom, but his stalking ass won't budge.
"Chill Fukawa," Leon came over with a yellow envelope in his hand. Those are probably the pictures of Maizono from yesterday. "the dude came for this too."
"Thanks, Leon, these should cover this week's newspaper." Sosuke smiled as he reached for the envelope.
"Unhand that envelope!" A new but familiar voice appeared from the entrance. Speaking of the model...
"Ma-Maizono?!" Everyone except Kirigiri shouted.
"Yep, that's me." She smiled sweetly by I knew her words were laced with a sweet poison. "Can I please get the pictures? We wouldn't want them to spread around, would we?"
"But, I paid for those pictures," Sosuke mentioned. "Surely, we can make a compromise."
"Hmm...how about this?" Maizono's eyes lit up. "Leon hands me the pictures, and you get nothing."
"At least, compensate the guy." Mondo scoffed. "We know Leon probably spent it all on some shit."
"Hey asshole, I know how to manage money!" Leon shot back.
"Then, you have no problem giving this man his money," Maizono said sweetly. "Problem solved."
"Well..."
"Leon!" Asahina shouted. "How much did he give you?!"
"Two grand..."
"Wow, you suck with money." Hagakure laughed while playing with his crystal ball.
"Hagakure...you have no right to judge. " Celeste sighed. "You spent exactly how much on your crystal balls?"
"14 gra- hey, that's not the point!" He always manages to break one every year.
"I rest my case." Celeste played with the tip of her hair. "Back to the pictures, Maizono is worth millions, and a picture like that is worth well more than a mere two grand."
"I know. It's was steal." Sosuke laughed in the midst of all this chaos.
"Maizono, why not match the two grand?" Kirigiri spoke up for the first time a while. "You could do that and solve the whole situation."
"True, but I don't want to, so I won't." She kept smiling even though her attitude didn't match.
"Maizono, it's only fair." Makoto was trembling as he spoke up. "Plus, we all can forget about yesterday."
"No means no, Makoto." Maizono now resorted to giggling like a middle schooler. Oh no, I know this feeling. I remember this feeling. She's coming.
"Um gu-guys," I stuttered while I pointed at the door. "I think you guys should st-stop."
"Shit! Chihiro's right." Mondo's eyes widened. "Leon give her the damn pictures."
"Bu-" Sosuke was immediately cut off.
"Do you want to be shipped the fucking North Pole!?"
"What has come over you all?" Kirigiri asked.
"Are you dead in the head?" Fukawa screamed. "Don't yo-you know that-"
"The baddest bitch, Junko Enoshima, has arrived!" Junko slammed the door and posted at the door.
Oh no, Junko's here!
"Thank goodness, you're here Ju-" Maizono's eyes sparkled as she inched towards Junko, but the Ultimate Fashionista was not having any of her nonsense.
"Shut it Maizono." Junko sighed as she rubbed her temples. "I don't need your input. Just stand there and look pretty."
"So you're Junko Enoshima..." Kirigiri analyzed her as she walked up to the leader of the Elites. "I heard a lot about you and your group of...friends."
"Friends? Oh yeah, we can go with that." She answered before putting on her signature glasses. "I was informed that you an interesting altercation with my fellow Elites. From what I have gathered my followers, you splashed water onto Maizono and call Togami a female. Am I wrong?"
"I did that to the both of them," Kirigiri admitted without a second thought. "I was told you send a whole class to Africa because one of their strain of hair got into your salad. Is that correct?"
"Yes, I performed that action." Junko quickly switched from wearing glasses to a crown on her head. "A peasant should never tamper with the dish for royalty."
"...Did you just change your speech pattern? You sound almost like Togami."
"Nevermind all of that, who exactly are you? I demand to know your name."
"Kirigiri Kyoko, I'm your new classmate." Kirigiri held out her hand for a proper handshake. I don't think I ever saw Junko shake someone's hand before.
"You must be mistaken. I will not be touching you, not even with a biohazard suit." Junko announced. "Oh no, I came to give a warning like everyone else."
"Which is what exactly?"
"Do not show the Elites any disrespect again, or I will be forced to use my power."
"As long as I am shown respect, I will not disrespect anyone."
"That's like not what I meant," Junko said while chewing gum loudly. "We can disrespect you, but you like can't. Got it?"
"No." Kirigiri narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. "You are not above me, and no one is below you."
"Bitch, do you don't know who you're messing with." Junko flipped her hair. "I'm Junko motherfucking Enoshima! I own this school. I will end your whole world. I can make you a social outcast. You can't beat me."
"Then, do it."
Excuse me? Has she lost it?! This is literally the one person you shouldn't get on her bad side.
"Ha! I think this bitch lost it." Junko laughed. "You hear this shit. She wants to test me."
"It doesn't matter that I'm a social outcast or my 'world' is in ruins. I know my worth. I don't need to bow to a person like you to know how much I'm worth." Kirigiri claimed proudly as if she was testing Junko to make a move.
"Oh ho, this is getting interesting." Mr. Kizakura appeared at the door with his trusty flask in his hand. "You don't have to stop on an account of me, though."
"A flask?" Kirigiri raised an eyebrow. "Oh...It's you. I should've known that it's you. It seems you're still a drunk."
"Guilty as charge," Mr. Kizakura to a slip from his flask.
"Yo-You know hi-him?" I'm surprised Fukawa had the courage to take the given situation.
"He's...a friend of my family." Kirigiri sighed while shaking her head. "I've known him since I was a child."
"Oh come on Kirigiri, there's no point of being ashamed." He nudged her shoulder. He whispered something into Kirigiri's ear.
"Distances." Kirigiri glared at the Ultimate Scouter. He wisely backed away.
"Um, can we get back to me?" Junko said while playing with her hair.
"Why? I have nothing else to say to you." Kirigiri while she hooked her arm around Mr. Kizakura's arm. "I have more important things to discuss with...him."
"Oh hell no! I'm the one who wal-" Kirigiri felt her hanging mid-sentence. Junko let out a high pitch scream while she pulled on her ponytails. Well..that was first...I'm just gonna stay quiet until she leaves. "I'm cool... I'm cool. I'm not freaking out." She fixed herself up again. "I'm out losers. Come on Maizono."
"What about the pictures? Le-" Maizono's complaining was cut short by Junko.
"I don't give a fucking damn about your pictures! Either you come with me right now or I leak your nudes to every horny Reserve student. Do I make myself clear?" Junko snapped.
"Crystal." Maizono was quickly reduced to a whimpering toddler.
"Good now let's go." Junko held her head up high as the two Elites left the classroom.
The rest of us took a moment to process what just happened.
"Did sh-she really just argue with Ju-Junko and wi-win?" I said, eyes wide open.
"Yeah," Hagakure said in awe.
"Kirigiri is really something," Makoto added in. "I didn't think something that was possible."
"A-At least, it's ov-over now." Fukawa stuttered.
"I don't think so. Junko never takes things lying down." Ikusaba countered.
"Let's worry about that stuff later." Leons shrugged with the envelope still in his hand. "I want Maizono's nudes now."
"You can try to go get them." Sosuke snatched the envelope from the red head. "I gotta write my article, thank you."
"I don't think you want Mahiru hearing you say that Leon." Celeste giggled.
"Hey Fukawa, you want to come with me?" Sosuke offered. "I could use your writing skills."
"S-So I'm only good for my ta-talent, stalker?" Fukawa said while following behind him out the room.
"Those two are an odd couple." Asahina sighed.
"If you ship Fukawa with anyone, it's will be weird," I mentioned. "I just hope she doesn't push him too far."
"I give him a week." Leon bet.
"Oh, are we betting now?" Celeste smiled. "If that's the case, I'll organize it."
"Isn't it wrong to bet on people?"Asahina asked worryingly. "I mean Fukawa is our classmate."
"And this is the first guy that has actually shown an interest in her," Leon mentioned while pulling out a twenty. "I have $20 for a week."
"I can not condone with this transaction!" Ishimaru proclaimed as he tried to snatch the twenty from Leon.
"Come on Ishi, if I win, I'll buy you that planner you've been eyein." Mondo pulled out some money. "I say a month."
"You guys are horrible!" Asahina shouted as she pulled out 2 tens. "You should have more faith in the guy than a month. Sosuke could make it to graduation."
"Asahina..." Sakura shook her head in disappointment.
"Anymore bet? Yamada? Makoto? Chihiro?" Celeste held up the bucket.
"I'm willing to bet that Mr. Sosuke will last the rest of the semester. Ms. Fukawa isn't always the kindest with her words." Yamada offered.
"I'm good." I declined. "I don't want to hurt Fukawa is she finds out."
"Me too," Makoto chuckled. "Plus, I didn't bring any money with me."
"If you insist," Celeste sighed. "I'm willing to bet that they make it to prom. Neither Fukawa or Sosuke must know about this transaction, ever. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yeah...yeah, the whole thing would be fucked up if they knew." Mondo nodded.
"This is so wrong." Ikusaba shook her head.
KIRIGIRI'S POV
"Why did you need to speak to me?" I asked while the two of us sat in his private office.
"So straightforward," He let out a small chuckled. "I guess you got it from your mother."
"I'm waiting."
"Alright," Finally, we can be serious. "I just wanted to know why you're here."
"I saw offered the chance to attend this school when I just begnning high school," I answered truthfully.
"Yet, that was quite some time ago." Mr. Kizakura countered with a sly smirk on his face. "That was almost three years ago."
"Is there a problem with me coming now?"
"No, it's just...odd. Most people would come during freshman year, maybe even sophomore year. Is there a reason why you came senior year?"
"I was overseas for a while. I had to finish up some work, so I waited until I finished everything." I answered as I looked out the window. "It just so happened to take me three years."
"Is that the story you're going with?"
"I'm going with the truth."
"So what was this work?"
"That's classified."
"Do you really want to say something like that to me, the Ultimate Scouter?" He took a drink from his flask. What is he drinking? He doesn't look intoxicated.
"I know your title. He already told me that when I first got back." I sighed. "But, I know you should stay out of my work."
"Oh so, you're on a mission?" He smirked. "Mind sharing what exactly it is?"
"Are you going to help?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Nah, that's not my style. I like to watch everything go down." He relaxed in his rolling chair. "But, it wouldn't hurt to know why something happened."
"If you're going to help, there's no reason for me to stay." I got up from my chair and walked over to the door.
"Hold on Kirigiri, I got one last thing." He stood up from his desk. "This is your senior year. You should try to enjoy at least some of it."
"...I'll see you tomorrow in class, Mr. Kizakura." I walked out.