Hello Everyone!
Violet here with the next chapter. It is a little short so i apologize, but our second week of exams are just around the corner and we are all still studying. I have a flute exam tomorrow for level 7 which i am desperately trying to perfect, and Dom has a double bass exam for level 7, too. They are very stressful and we have done nothing but practice for the past three days ^.^;
Anyway, please enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: We do not own anything, this is 100% purely fanmade
21.
Everyone got up late on Sunday. The madness had died down slightly as the sun rose over Tokyo, shining it's light onto the roofs of the houses in a lazy manner. The birds weren't chirping this morning, but simply sat in the trees and stared at the Akiyama household.
Mio was still asleep, and who could blame her. She had been awake ever since Saturday morning. Michiru let her daughter sleep, and gave her permission to have the day off school tomorrow, however, Mio declined, mumbling, "I need to keep an eye on Mugi."
Across town, Tsumugi was already awake. She was sitting at her glass desk wearing a white dress with her hair down and a pen scribbling away. She let her fringe fall over her face as she continued to write. After her talk with Michiko last night, she had a way to take down the woman, seeing as her other plan had a detoured.
"Oh Yui, why did you have to snap?" she thought as she underlined and important note and sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. She then pushed back her hair and continued to write.
For a full hour, she wrote, pondered and wrote. She had no homework so she could devote her entire Sunday to this. After the incident of last night (even though it felt like a year ago,) she had learnt to put more planning into her feats. It wasn't that she hadn't planned 'the countdown' (the previous plan of 'you have _ days to live,) it was just that she needed something more solid.
After she finished writing, Tsumugi put her pen down and stretched. She had been working on this ever since 6 in the morning. Her lips curled into a smile as she looked down at her book and re-read her work. A deafening silence was ringing in her ears as she finished reading, her lips curled into a dangerous smirk as she close her notebook neatly and walked over to the keyboard. She played "The Swan Song," to soothe her thoughts.
(^.^)
Ritsu sat in her room upside down staring at the ceiling, throwing a drumstick up and catching it. She was bored and tired, fighting off her classmates from last night wore her out. She wouldn't be going to school for the week and her parents still weren't back, so no one could stop her. However, the thought that Yui had sent her fellow classmates after her still shocked her.
Yui. Sweet, innocent Yui, who had to have a daily intake of sugar, with barely enough brains to fill and eggcup and the attention span of a flea. How the hell could she have been able to get together everyone and kidnap Mio?
"How, and why did you do it, Yui? You wouldn't be in hospital right now if you hadn't done it. Hell, you could get your cake and strawberries if you didn't do it," Ritsu thought as she flicked the stick up in the air once more. However, as she made to catch it, her phone rang.
The stick landed on her forehead and poked her in the eye. Groaning in pain, Ritsu rolled over her bed and picked up her phone. She took the stick off her head and twirled it in between her fingers.
"What is it," she growled, annoyed about getting poked (it hurts, believe me.) she didn't care how she sounded, but when the voice spoke back to her over the phone, she froze, causing her drumstick to slip through her fingertips and fall to the ground with a 'clack' sound.
"My, Ritsu, you don't sound to happy. Something wrong?"
She jolted up and snapped her eyes open. Rubbing the back of her head, her breathing grew shallow slightly as she spluttered into the phone, trying to talk.
"M-M-Mugi! I-I-I-I-"
"Do not worry, Ritsu, I'm not angry or anything like that," Tsumugi giggled, waving the reaction away like a puff of smoke. Ritsu started to sweat as she got a grip on the phone.
"Anyway, what's up?" she said, finally wrapping her tongue around her words and lowered her hand from her head. There was silence for a bit, except for Tsumugi's light giggles. Ritsu stammered slightly as she tried to bring Tsumugi back to her senses.
"M-Mugi? What's up?" she asked again, and at once, Tsumugi stopped and spoke.
"I need you to do me a favor, Ritsu."
The drummer froze. A favor? Didn't she just risk her ass last night for the blonde in order to get Mio back? Didn't she just fight half the class while she went off drinking tea with Yui? Sucking in a breath to calm her fiery mind, Ritsu cleared her throat.
"A favor? What kind of favor?"
"You remember how last night Yui kidnapped Mio?" she asked, and Ritsu grunted her acknowledgment, not bothering to talk about that. Tsumugi chuckled before continuing.
"Well, she was asked by Yamanaka to do so, and she twisted Yui's mind pretty badly."
"You serious, Mugi?" Ritsu asked in a skeptical voice as she raised an eyebrow and leaned against the wall of her bedroom. Being a psychopath, Tsumugi was known to twist tales and lie at times, so she had to make sure that what she was saying to legit.
However, she did It in the wrong way. Tsumugi's voice darkened, and Ritsu could feel the dark aura coming through the phone. She shivered as Tsumugi started speaking.
"Ritsu, this woman messed with Yui's mind. This is the woman who stained the walls of my memories black. How in your right mind could you think I would twist this story?" Tsumugi's dark, growling voice made Ritsu's heart pound hard against her ribcage in fear, she had never ever heard her talk like this.
"O-O-Okay, Mugi. I'm sorry, I'm just tired is all, what do you want me to do?"
Tsumugi chuckled, reverting back to her "normal self," then continued speaking.
"Well, lucky for you, you don't have to do anything for a while, Ritsu. However, at 8pm tonight, two of the members from 'Deat Devil,' Jane and Della, will be at a club tonight in your area. I need you to get something off them for me. It will not be hard, but they have something that will contribute to getting rid of that woman, okay?"
Ritsu processed everything, then nodded. If it was going to help bring back the Mugi she's always known…
"Sure thing, Mugi. What's the address?""It's a club called 'B.C Rich.' Heard of it?"
"Sure have, some of my friends go there at times."
"Excellent, then I will leave the rest up to you."
"Don't worry about a thing, Mugi."
"Of course I wont, good luck, Ritsu."
"See ya, Mugi," Ritsu hung and flopped back on her bed, grinning at the ceiling with a glint of mischief in her eye.
Tsumugi closed her phone shut and leaned back in her chair. She placed her phone down on the glass table and picked up her tea and took a sip with the sugar glint in her eye. Placing the teacup down, she picked a white rose up from the vase on the table and put It against her lips. She inhaled the beautiful scent, closing her eyes as it filled her nostrils with joy and pleasure. She opened her eyes and slanted them slightly, flashing with evil.
"Drummers will believe anything," she said in a low voice with a chuckled as she fluttered her eye lids, staring at the picture of 'Houkago Tea Time' on her desk.
(^.^)
At 7:30pm that night, Ritsu opened the garage door and grinned as she flicked the likes on. The room lit up as she walked over to an object with a grey tarp over it. Smiling with joy, she ripped off the tarp to reveal a Harley Davidson FXDFSE CVO in yellow. The bike was given to her by her grandfather, Haru Tainaka, who manufactured all of Japan's Harleys. The drummer smiled as she took out the keys and sat down in the seat.
"Oh yeah, I finally have an excuse to use you, Takashi," she chuckled, stroking the bike like a cat. She had named it 'Takashi,' and promised to only use him when the time was right. Still grinning, she switched the machine on and revved it up. Ritsu put her helmet on and opened the garage door, revving the engine even more.
"Alright, come and get me, bitch!" she shouted, before roaring up the engine to full blast and zoomed out of her garage, leaving a trail of smoke behind her.
Thank you very much for reading!
For those who are curious, i am performing Cafe con Leche by Nestor Torres, but i am rearranging it for a classical feel. Dom is doing Waltz No.7 in D minor by Domenico Dragonetti (guess why she chose it :D)
See you in the next chapter!