"Good morning, Nagisa-chan!"
"Oh. Chin-chan! Good morning!"
Chinchou's blond curly hair bounced as she came running to Nagisa's desk.
"So, how's the concert?" she asked.
"How do know about that?" Nagisa exclaimed. "Oh no, Chin-chan... Don't tell me you..!"
"Yep! I deduced it!"
Misaka Chinchou loves mystery stories, especially Sherlock Holmes. Surprisingly, she learned how to deduce people out. And, she's a mere otaku also.
Nagisa stared at Chinchou, startled.
"Sou! You haven't told it to the others except Retchi-chan, since you were with her in the concert." Chinchou added.
"How-"
"No, no, no, Nagisa-chan. Now," -she shifted her 'reasoning' position- "...when i looked over our window, I saw you fiddling with your phone. You were blushing. Smiling. Pleased. Chuckling. And you were sliding your thumb, probably looking at your photos.
"I also noticed your new keychain on your phone," she continued, pointing the keychain dangling on Nagisa's phone. "Hatsune Miku. It's a souvenir from the concert, I presume?"
Nagisa said nothing.
Chinchou gave a pride look.
"The stamp on your right wrist is still visible...to me, of course. I see clearly the words 'Hatsune Miku: Concert in Tokyo!' Well, that's all what I can say."
"Bravo, there, Chinchou!"
Chinchou's face twitched, turned around.
"Ahh... Mori-chan..."
Akasa Mori, Chinchou's 'rumored' enemy, smiled devilishly. Actually, Chinchou treated Mori as 'Moriarty' (points for the Canon).
"Good morning, Nagisa."
"G'morning..."
"What do you want now, Mori-chan?" Chinchou asked sternly, staggered.
Mori shrugged.
"I haven't made up my mind on what should I do for you today. But I'm making it sure that it will be more punishable!"
Chinchou's teeth gritted.
"By the way, Chinchou, you deduced that Nagisa's new keychain and the stamp upon her wrists were from the concert. You didn't even went there!"
There was silence.
Mori chuckled.
"See?"
"I...went...there..."
Mori was thunderstruck. Nagisa looked at Chinchou, astonished.
"Yeah. I saw her there, by the way, Nagisa-chan."
Nagisa looked around. It was Retchi, waving and walking to her direction.
"Y-you?!" Nagisa stammered. "You saw Chin-chan!?"
"Sou." Retchi answered. "I saw her jumping when Luka-chan's singing and dancing 'Luka Luka Night Fever'"
Chinchou's face and ears went red.
"Of course! Every otaku knows Vocaloid and can watch some of their concerts!" she stammered.
"Tsundere!"
"Kyaa! Ret-chan!"
"What is this noise about?"
"Ah! Maki! Good morning!"
Yukuza Maki, the class president, stood among the girls.
"Concert eh?" she added. "Whose concert?"
Nagisa's teeth were chattering, Retchi's sweat dropped, Chinchou went redder with embarrassment, and Mori was still thunderstruck.
"N-n-n-n-n-n-nothing!"
"Tell me!" Maki's voice became harder.
Actually, Maki hates anime, but Vocaloid isn't an anime right? Demo... Maki consider it as an anime. Amateurs, as you can say.
But then, she saw Nagisa's Hatsune Miku keychain dangling on her phone.
Uh-oh...
"Hwaah~! What a cute key chain!" she ejaculated. Then she began to examine it. "'Hatsune Miku: Concert in Tokyo!' "
Gulp...
"Nagisa-chan -"
"Y-y-y-y-yes!?"
"What is this thing-?"
"N-n-n-n-n-n-nothing!"
"Yes. You went in a concert-."
Nagisa's teeth were chattering madly.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
"Alright! Alright! Let's go back to our seats now!" Retchi yelled out around the classroom. "Teacher might get mad!"
"Yes..."
(By the way, Retchi is the Vice President of the class.)
"Let's go, Mori-chan," Chinchou said to Mori, who is still thunderstruck. Chinchou sighed and dragged Mori to her seat.
"Let's go, Maki-chan," Retchi said, patting Maki's shoulder. "Yuuki-sensei might get mad."
Maki didn't replied a word or even moved.
"Nagisa!" Maki blurted out, echoed around the room. Everybody went silent. Nagisa, Retchi, and the others were numbed, startled. Their attention now is in the two: Nagisa and Maki.
Maki stood straight, her face darkened.
"Regards for you, Suzumi Nagisa," she mumbled gravely. "Sometimes, you must be ready for anything."
Nagisa got the feeling that their conversation got serious...again.
"Ready for what?""Worse. Bad happenings. Especially the things you really like. Things that you cherish so much that you have given your whole life to it."
"What are you saying, Maki!?" Retchi exclaimed harshly.
"A warning for all otakus here," Maki added, ignoring Retchi. "A warning, mind that."Nagisa eyed her classmates who are also otakus. Lenka gulped, Satchi staggered back, Eureka's face went scarlet, Chinchou's face went serious, Mori recovered from her shock, staring badly at Maki, and Retchi twitched her face, obviously angry.
"There is a time that anime might come to end." Maki said at last.
These words echoed in Nagisa's mind and soul. It stabbed in her heart like a cutlass. There are many scenarios like this with Maki. But this one's a graver one, and hurtful one.
Retchi growled in her utmost rage, charged Maki.
"HOW DARE YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT, EH!?"
Nagisa got hold of her ill-tempered friend.
"Stop it, Retchi."
"Demo, Nagisa! She's insulting anime!" THE SIGNATURE OF JAPAN! SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO-!"
"I SAID STOP IT!"
"Good morning, class!"
Nagisa became more nervous. Hanachi Yuuki-sensei!
"Oh? Why you're not in your seats, everyone?"
The class didn't said anything. Yuuki-sensei became more curious.
"What's the meaning of this, President-san?"
"Nothing, ma'am," Maki replied. Then she turned around and went to her seat quietly.
Yuuki looked around the room. Her class was standing still. Retchi was still scarlet. Everybody looked angry and hurt.
"Uuhhh... Did I made the scene here awkward?"