Hi all

Dom here with the next chapter. Sorry it's short, but right now we are all busy with assesments and our exams are next week so please bare with us, and stop asking for updates. I'm sorry but it's really rude to keep demanding for tem, and i know most of you don't but for the people that are being obnoxious (not mentioning any names,) please stop. However, thank you to everyone for the get well messages, I'm feeling a lot better now.

I'm going to stop ranting and let you read on.

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20.

The car ride home was one of the most awkward situations Mio had ever been in. she was in the front passenger seat as her mother drove, both were sitting in silence and staring out the clear window of the Toyota with swirling thoughts in their heads.

"Lobotomy? Mugi is that thin on ice?" Mio kept thinking as Michiru blinked and stared ahead at the empty road. It was late at night, so the roads were clear from too much traffic.
Mio stepped out of the car and shut the door, letting out a sigh. She was exhausted, and hadn't slept for nearly a day. It was so hard to believe that only a day ago she was with a "normal" Mugi, one that was lusting over her, and they even did it. An hour or so after that, Mugi slapped her and kicked her out of the house, and now she knew why, because Yui then kidnapped her in order to get Mugi and toy with her, and she was so close to snapping Mugi in the way she wanted to. Unfortunately, Mugi had snapped in the worse way possible and had wounded Yui so badly that the guitarist was now getting a blood transfusion.

"Mio, are you going to bed now?" Her mother's voice snapped her back to reality. Michiru was standing at the door with her hands clutching her purse. She to, looked exhausted; her eyes were baggy and her face was drained of it's color.

"Yes, I need to sleep," Mio said as her mother opened the door and let her daughter inside.
Mio showered and changed into her pajamas, the warmth made her even more tired as she climbed into her bed and fell asleep at once.

(^.^)

The warm water from her bath combined with the herbal incense sunk into her creamy skin, making her more relaxed. Tsumugi rested her head against the pillow on the side of the bath and stared at the marble ceiling, the artwork was that in the style of ancient Japan. It had been painted by her great grandfather. The blonde smiled, the artwork was that of a stork drinking from a river, and it relaxed her. However, even with the bath, incense and artwork, they didn't get rid of the events that had happened mere hours ago.

Yui had taken Mio, one of the few things Tsumugi treasured and loved away from her, turned her classmates against her and nearly made her loose the little sanity she had left. The fact that Yui had gone out of her way to do all of that did indeed impress Tsumugi, but she was still shaky from the things Yui had said.

"She's beating you up, Mugi chan! She's kicking you in the stomach now!"

That made Tsumugi grimace and shuddered, so she sank into the bath, trying to get the thought out of her head. She let the steam rise around her and the water sink into her face. she closed her eyes and tried to relax, but she opened her eyes and pulled her had out of the water. Her hands was pruning slightly, so Tsumugi signed and stepped out of the bath. She stared at the wall for a minute, lost in thought, then put on her bathrobe and left the bathroom.

She opened the door to the washroom and changed into her lavender summer nightie. Her sailor hat was hanging on the door as she folded away her bathrobe.

"She punched and kicked at you like a rag doll! Rag doll Mugi chan!"

Tsumugi narrowed her eyes and shook her head with a grimace, why was Yui's voice playing in her head?
"Rag Doll Mugi chan…" Tsumugi thought as she brushed back her hair and stared at the ground with a frown. In order to try and distract herself, she walked over to the large mirror that was framed in gold, and washed her hands in the basin beneath. Her hair was wet, so she pulled out the hair dryer and plugged it into the wall. Lucky for her, she was able to dry her hair with a clear mind.

"I wonder if Mio will be free tomorrow?" She thought as she put away the dryer and started to brush her hair. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, and felt somewhat calm, until-
"I would've never thought that I'd live for the day when Mugi chan would beg me to stop! This is a dream come true!"

SMASH!

Tsumugi had slammed her hand into the mirror, causing it to shatter into million pieces. The reflection of her beautiful self was shattered with the glass as her piercing scream of hatred and horror filled the bathroom. It was as if time slowed down as her hair whipped around her body. The glass flew everywhere in shards, some fell into the sink while some skimmed across the floor's surface. Glass got caught up in her hair and lightly skimmed across the surface of her skin as her eyes turned dark.

Throwing her hands onto the counter, Tsumugi breathed heavily and let her hair flop over her face. through the pants of her breathing, she giggled as her eyes went wide and blood started to ooze out of the thousands of tiny cuts on her arms and torso.

"T- Tsumugi Ojou Sama?"

A voice drew closer with pattering footsteps. The door to the room open, and there stood Tsumugi's personal maid, Michiko. She stood in the doorway in her classic French maid attire Her icy blue eyes widened with horror as she took in the scene of the Kotobuki heiress covered in cuts with the mirror's shattered remains scattered over the floor and in the sink.

"OH MY!" She screamed, placing her hands to her face as her small mouth dropped open. Tsumugi looked up at her with the sugar glint and a manic smile. She started to giggle in a sick manner that made Michiko freeze in shock. However, the glinting glass caused the maid to snap back to her senses. She walked forward and grabbed the blonde's right hand and gently pulled her over to the door.
"Come, Tsumugi, you have to get cleaned up," she said, but the blonde planted her feet to the ground, still giggling. Michiko sighed, adjusted the blue bow at the back of her head and grabbed both of the girl's hands and put them behind her back.

"Come on now, you don't want those cuts to get infected, do you?" she said as the blonde stared at her and growled, eyes flashing. Michiko pouted, then firmly pulled/carried the psychopath out of the room. Once again, it was like wrestling a crocodile with Tsumugi's constant thrashing, kicking, spitting and screaming.

"Better take her to her room," she thought as she hauled Tsumugi up to her room.

(^.^)

"My god, what caused you to smash the mirror?" Michiko asked as she lightly dabbed disinfectant on the blonde's left arm. They were up in Tsumugi's room, and the maid had placed her mistress on her bed and was cleaning her cuts. Tsumugi didn't respond, she was staring out into space, not even the sting from the disinfectant was bothering her. Michiko sighed and put her cloth down, staring at the blonde with worried eyes.

"Do you want me to call Michiru?"
Tsumugi looked at the maid through the corner of her eye and raised a thick eyebrow. Michiko knew that look, and fell quiet.

"You know, my sister can do a better job at this than me," she muttered under her breath as she started to clean Tsumugi's right arm. The blonde blinked slowly, then looked down at the maid again.
"She probably can, but it's late at night."

"Fair enough," Michiko said through a sigh, trying to make small talk. Even though she was Tsumugi's closest maid, ever since her mistress had snapped, she didn't know how to talk to her anymore.
"I've got some other maids to clean up the mirror mess, so don't worry about it, okay?"

Tsumugi nodded, still staring off into space with wide eyes. she crossed her legs as Michiko put down her cloth and picked up a towel to dry her arm. Once she was done, she picked up the cloth again and moved up towards the shoulders, however, Tsumugi shot her the sugar glint, telling her to back off. Michiko nodded, understanding, and set the cloth down once more. She sighed and sat next to Tsumugi on the bed. The two sat in silence for a while, one staring at the roof and the other at the ground. Until-
"Can i ask you a question?" Tsumugi asked Michiko, who looked at her mistress and raised her eyebrows in curiosity.

"Yes, go ahead."

The girl grabbed handfuls of her nightie and blinked slowly, then asked in a slightly shaky voice-
"What do you do when someone you thought was your friend turns on you?"

This stunned Michiko like a deer in headlights. Her small mouth dropped open slightly as her eyes went wide. She thought it over, wondering...
"Well, how close were you to this person?" she asked, a little nervous, because she had heard about Tsumugi's habit of lashing when expected. However, the blonde only narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip on her nightie.
"We were friends for a year."

With that in minds, Michiko let her thoughts rip. Maybe if she helped out her mistress, she would be able to talk to her with more confidence.

"Well, if it wasn't a major betrayal, then don't bother about them. However, if it was, and you really don't want to be friends with them at all, the best option is to put them down slowly-"
"Put them down slowly," Tsumugi whispered in thought. It sounded workable, and it was what she was trying to do from the start, but apparently the woman had plans of her own.

She smiled.

"T-Tsumugi?"Michiko stuttered, looking at the blonde with confusion and fear. However, the sugar glint was firmly in the girl's eyes as she let out a giggle. She turned to face Michiko and took her hand. The maid blushed slightly as Tsumugi gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you ever so much, Michiko. If you will excuse me," she said with a tiny wave of her hand. Michiko understood her order, stood up and walked to the door. As she bowed, a thought hit her.
"You are welcome, Tsumugi, but what exactally are you planning to do? If i may ask."

Tsumugi supported her body with her hands behind her on the bed. She lifted her right hand up and put her first finger centimetres away from her lips. She slanted her eyes as a light blush adorned on her cheeks. She smiled, flashing her perfect white teeth, and said, in a sexually horrifying voice-

"To test how loyal a subject is to her princess."

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