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Q: I thought you died! :O

A: Me too buddy, unfortunately, I live another day to spread my degeneracy.

Q: Rika, Shizuka and Kyoko, Harem plox?

A: Well... It's hard to implement in a semi-believable way, we're all weebs here so I think we can speak with experience when I say we've seen those types of harem anime/manga/light novels where the protag is the hottest shit ever and he goes "Don't worry! I am nearby you, therefore, you will fall in love now!" and it just leaves you with a weird taste in your mind thinking "That shit didn't make sense."

Yet again I come back to the review I replied to before where I said that it's more plausible for a student-student relationship to develop than for a teacher-student relationship, Shizuka is decent as a different type of personality to add but she's an adult(despite the airheadedness). So is Rika and Kyoko, adult implies job, responsibilities, and societal norms they have to follow. While yes, I could ignore all that and try to write it anyway, I know I'll just start cringing if I see that what I write doesn't make sense(to me) and scrap it.

So adult harem members are most likely if at all, a post-apocalypse thing.

Q: "the no happy endings is one of the reasons i read fanfics"

A: For sure, and it's one of the reasons why I write them too. I remember my first fanfic was a Yoshikage Kira fanfic cuz I loved the character and didn't like the ending they gave him.(Eventually I got embarrassed looking back at how bad my grammar was and deleted it)

Q: *SirSaulty1995 reviews*(Friggin long Part 4: Reply of the Dead)

A:

"Shotgun"

My fellow suicidal tendencies comrade, I'm more of the thought that if I want to die I'll just wait. I'm in the equivalent of Chicago so eventually someone will shoot me dead for no reason.

"Fanfiction"

I love the site for how easy to use it is tbh, I got recommended spacebattles and others like that but I could never get into writing like that.

"Cyberware"

Won't spoil, even though I want to. The only hint that I'll give is that Bioware is also considered a type of Cyberware.

"Saeko is buffed"

Actually, not really lmao.
Here are some ratings from the VSBattle page:

Striking Strength: Street level (Can lift multiple students bigger than herself off the ground with strikes)

Stamina: Very high (Can fight a dozen zombies and dodge bullets without breaking a sweat)

Durability: At least Street level, likely Wall level (Grabbed onto a motorcycle going full speed without any physical damage)

Speed: Peak Human with Supersonic reactions (Bullet timer)

You tell me she's not fucking broken after looking at this shit, crazy stuff! If anything it is no wonder V's getting her ass whooped! But anime will be anime and something plot-related will force the OP character to become endangered, especially if said character is a hot girl.

"Voice"

Well, not Alt. But now that you mention it, they do look alike, don't they? Maybe a reason why bitter old terrorist Johnny Silverhand wanted to take care of a certain Street kid huh? HUH?! HUUUUUUH?! WOO WORLD BUILDING!

"I would want you to peacefully die in your sleep in your own comfortable bed at the age of about 80"

Would you rather live in peace as Mr. Nobody, or go down for all times in a blaze of glory?
-Dexter "Fatass" DeShawn

Honestly, I'm a live-fast-die-young type of guy(MMA Fighter, Future alcoholic, foreign-looking guy in a 3rd world country). Definitely Blaze of Glory for me.

"I'll see you in the next one..."

Sooner than you expected I bet! Thank you for the review!

Enjoy the chapter!

I opened my eyes, I was laid out on the futon of a cozy room.

I saw the sky was dark, time had passed.

Raising my body I felt my head, I touched my longer hair and I remembered who I was.

I was V right now, but, I wasn't V.

Fuck, I know exactly what the fuck is happening.

Glancing around the room I found Saeko next to me, sleeping.

I lightly poked her cheek and her eyes opened immediately, spooky.

Realizing who it was she quickly sat up and looked me over, seemingly content with seeing me not dead she sighed.

"You scared me to death..."

Saeko laid her hand over mine, I held her hand back.

"Yeah, sorry..."

I wanted to explain, but how do I even begin to explain something like this?

Not only that, I was afraid.

I was afraid of rejection, of being alone again.

I felt Saeko's grip on my hand tighten slightly, I looked up and saw the kind expression in the swordswoman's eyes.

"I know something's wrong, but I won't push you. Whenever you're ready."

A shiver went down my spine, I realized what this was. It was the feeling I got before I started crying.

I quickly averted my face and steadied my breathing.

Years of practice made me able to get myself under control without much effort, I am emotionless and soulless that's my mantra. Just another cog of the machine.

"Geez, if Uncle Johnny heard you say gonk like that he'd have another stroke right on the spot."

I turned to the side where the voice came from but saw nothing, fuck this sucks.

I checked the back of my head just in case I might have a slot with a certain malfunctioning relic inside but found nothing more than hair and skin, which means I'm being haunted by the equivalent of a mind ghost.

I waited for a reply and nothing happened.

Sighing loudly I began to stand up, it was late and I should probably go home.

Saeko stood up with me and then I remembered what happened before I passed out, loan sharks.

I looked at the purple-haired girl and saw her falter a bit under my eyes' gaze, while I could pretend nothing happened just to please her it would — in the end — just prolong the inevitable and could even make her an easier prey to those types of people.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly exhaled.

"Please, tell me about it."

Saeko knew what "it" meant, I saw her expression quickly change to a sour one.

"I can-"

I promptly interrupted her.

"If you're going to say gonk like you can handle it on your own then you better find a better excuse."

Gonk? That slipped out naturally.

Before I could have time to process what was going on, I saw Saeko's hands make a tight fist.

"I... no one trains traditional martial arts anymore, the few pupils we had left the dojo due to the harshness of training or simply lost interest after high school." A conflicted and frustrated expression began forming on the swordswoman's face "Shit, it's one of the reasons I'm in the Kendo team after all. Maybe if I showed how good I was people would come train here..."

I nodded as I took in the information.

"But they didn't."

A mirthless laugh left the purple-haired girl's mouth, she shook her head lightly.

"Dad took out a loan, both for my studies and to keep the Dojo running." Her hands began gripping her long skirt tightly "He's too proud sometimes, I said I was okay with public schooling but he refused. I told him I could help financially if I strive to become a doctor or a government worker." This time Saeko was unable to hold back her tears as they rolled off her cheeks and fell to the ground "He's too fucking proud to ask for help..."

I took a step and embraced her, she was no longer speaking merely about what happened. She was opening up to me about those feelings she had been suppressing, the cursing that slipped out made it clear she was reaching her mental limit.

Unlike last time, Saeko let out crying sounds. Slowly these sounds began to grow in intensity until she was returning the hug forcefully and tightly gripping my shirt almost tearing it, the harrowing sound of the strongest person you know crying their heart out broke my heart to pieces.

I was getting soft, but that may not be a bad thing.

I continued holding onto Saeko without letting go at any point, eventually, the sounds quieted to a point of almost worry.

Looking down I quickly noticed the reason, the girl had fallen asleep in my arms.

Despite the situation I couldn't help but smile, it seemed like she was finally going to get a good night's sleep. She was going to need it after all I've heard.

I gently laid her down on the futon I was previously resting on, I saw an expression of worry form on her face as her hands left my body.

Smirking at the scene I decided to give her the best replacement for the V body pillow, that is to say, my jacket.

I looked around the room and found it lying on top of a chair, picking it up I gently placed it on top of Saeko.

The girl slowly hugged the thick jacket, a small smile forming on her face.

"V-san..."

I shook my head at the scene, it had been a long day truly. Writing down some words on a Post-It note I had found on the desk, I lightly stuck the note on the girl's forehead.

"Sweet dreams, princess."

Standing up, I walked outside the Dojo. What greeted me was not something out of the ordinary like Yakuza loan sharks, no, in a way this is something I had expected since I had first met Saeko.

【「Main Quest: Bushido」Started!】

With a mental command, I opened the quest.

【Bushido】

"It's like an old action flick choom, just more boring cuz' it's real and you'll go to jail if you kill anyone."

Objectives

~ Find out a non-lethal way in which to prevent the Yakuza from being a problem to「Saeko Busujima」ever again

Rewards:

~ Increase in 「Reputation」and 「Affection」with all involved parties on your side

~ A Random Epic 「Intelligence」 Skill

~ Increased 「Threat Rating」by 「?」

~ 「Factions」Menu Unlocked

Failure:

~ Possible Death of User

~ Possible Death of 「Rei Miyamoto」

~ Possible Death of 「Takashi Komuro」

~ Possible Death of 「Hirano Khota」

~ Possible Death of 「?」

~ Possible Death or Descent into Prostitution Ring of「Saeko Busujima」

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out, I looked over the screen and proceeded to close it.

A lot of weight had suddenly been laid on top of my shoulders, would I crumble under it though? No fucking way, I will fight to keep this life for as long as I breathe.

"Finally starting to sound like someone raised by Johnny Silverhand, was worried you were some kind of corpo bitch who only knows how to kowtow."

I didn't even bother looking in the direction of the voice, there would be nothing there and I would look like a dumbass trying to look for it.

"Ready to make your presence known?"

A few seconds passed, no response. Sighing to myself I began walking back home. Maybe it was a one-street kind of thing, she could talk to me but I couldn't talk to her.

It didn't matter, sooner or later it would become clear.

Reaching the doorstep of the Miyamoto household, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

An electric sound, similar but also not. I knew this song, just not THIS song.

Entering the house I followed the noises until I found myself in the living room, I saw Rei and Kiriko but also noticed a head of grey hair which I felt familiar with.

"I'm home."

I announced and both of the Miyamoto family members stood up "V, welcome back!" Kiriko came over and hugged me, I saw Rei blush a bit and wave.

Finally, I saw the head of grey hair stand up and turn to look at me. It was the first recognizable face —other than my own— which I've come across.

"Kerry Fucking Eurodyne..."

A smile appeared on his face, he placed the guitar he had on hand next to the seat he was on and stood up.

"Hey kid, been a while since the... well you know."

"Funeral, he meant to say funeral."

An easily inferable and unrequested quip by resident mind ghost aside, he looked pretty well-kept for whatever age he was.

Walking towards me he extended his hand to me and I shook it, unlike his cyberpunk self I could notice up close more details of his age and no cybernetics.

"Been a while indeed, no longer a kid as far as I know."

Kerry made a sound with his mouth and waved me off.

"Fucking gonk, I didn't grow a brain until my 30's. Johnny never managed to grow one by the way, so I wouldn't hold out hope."

It seemed like an insult at face value but it was not, 「Empathy」let me know he was merely fucking around and trying to connect the only way he knew how. By shitting on Johnny Silverhand, the root of 80% of his youth's problems.

I chuckled, after all, I found the joke funny in the first place. With added context though it became funny enough to make me laugh.

The older man smiled as I appreciated his joke, letting go of the handshake I was first to speak.

"So, not that I don't appreciate world-famous rockerboy dropping in to check on me, but what made you visit?"

Kerry scratched the back of his head in frustration, then switched his view to the big cases on the entrance. Sighing deeply, he prepared to speak.

"I never managed to let go, despite all the shit he put me through. I have to move on, for myself. I thought you would appreciate his things more than me."

I looked at the cases with new appreciation after he said that, in my mind, they had become the equivalent of a loot box. A sharp shock impacted my foot's little toe like I just hit it against an invisible corner. Fucking mind ghosts.

"He told me to burn everything he had in his room before he, well..." Coughing into his hand awkwardly and looking at the Miyamoto family who limited themselves to mere spectators at the moment Kerry continued "Did what he did. But since I couldn't do it, I contacted a few mutual friends and managed to get your location. Damn, that sounds fucking creepy once I say it out loud, sorry choom."

I chuckled.

"Don't worry about it."

The older man smiled.

"Well, since we're done with the melodrama gonk. I've got some preem stuff for you."

Kerry moved to the cases and I followed behind, laying down on the ground he opened the first one. Inside it was what seemed like three levels, and on top of the case was a bunch of Samurai-related merch. Vinyl, cassettes, CDs, and such.

I picked up a CD and opened it, the tracklist on the inside showed me the song I was looking for. Chippin' In, was one of my favorites.

Placing it back on the case, Kerry took out the second level which was a Sony Walkman with a bunch of tapes next to it, picking up one I read out the title.

"Blue Oyster Club - Agents of Fortune."

Kerry nodded and smiled.

"That one's a classic, caught Johnny listening to it before our first gig."

I carefully placed the tape down in its place and gently closed the level, this stuff is not that old by 2010s standard but it sure does bring back memories for me.

Finally, the rockerboy opened the last level. In it was a medium-sized ornate box with the number 1/1, which would lead to believe this was 1 out of 1 in the world.

Grabbing the case, I opened it slightly to confirm my suspicions. Yep, it is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Also, extremely fucking illegal in Japan.

"Dude, what the fuck."

Those were the only words my mouth could produce after seeing the Malorian Arms 3156.

Kerry laughed hard and patted my back.

"Live life a little, V! Johnny would want you to have it, I think. I never really understood what Johnny wanted to be honest."

Before any of the Miyamoto's would see the gun, I quickly placed it back on the case.

"What's wrong, V?"

I saw Rei make a curious expression as she noticed my annoyance, I quickly began placating unless she found out what I had.

"It's nothing, some embarrassing stuff it's all."

Rei relented but before she could get anything out, Kerry interrupted.

"Woah, freaky how you changed languages at the drop of a hat. Anyone heard you and they might think you're an Arasaka corpo brat."

Huh? Arasaka? THAT Arasaka?! Fuck! I knew there were Cyberpunk characters here but I didn't even think about the fucking Corps!

The sourness of my face must've been easily readable as Kerry quickly apologized.

"Umm, sorry. Didn't mean to like, call you a 'Saka or anything."

I quickly came back to the conversation, but this corp business needed my full attention later.

"No worries, what's the big one?"

Pointing at the other case which seemed to be a single level, I saw the old man smile.

"Oh boy, let me show rather than tell."

Grabbing the case and plopping it down on the ground, Kerry opened the lid and I saw something that brought me memories that were not my own.

A black guitar—which had a bunch of stickers and a lot of wear on it—lay next to an amp on the floor. Kerry insisted with his eyes that I grab it, conceding I gave the neck of the guitar a grab and held it on my leg. I placed the amp next to me and connected everything, seemed like it had some type of internal battery.

Seeing my movements Kerry sat back down and grabbed his axe.

"Did he teach you how to play? I can teach you basics if you want to learn from the best and all that."

A smug smile appeared on the man's face as he began strumming the same song I heard when I came in, it was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn't manage to pinpoint what was wrong with it.

My fingers felt a shock and I gripped the guitar's neck HARD, my other hand moved and I strummed loudly.

Kerry stopped playing and raised an eyebrow at me, don't look at me dude I don't know what's going on.

My hands moved and notes started playing, Kerry's eyes suddenly became wide open.

【Commencing forced Synchronization!】

Ok now, I know what's going on.

When I was little I met my uncle for the first time, he was older than me by many years.

Father hated him, but me? To me, he was the greatest.

"C-CAN YOU FEEL IT?!"

I sat with him and I listened to him play his axe, he had a weird way of speaking that slowly incorporated into my way of speaking.

"CAN YOU TOUCH IT?! GET READY CAUSE HERE WE GO!"

Father sometimes mumbled under his breath about how pathetic it was that he still acted like a rockerboy at his age, he never said it to his face though.

"CAN YOU FEEL IT?! CAN YOU TOUCH IT?! GET READY CAUSE HERE WE GO!"

After mom died, Father fell into substance abuse. He was always angry before like he could explode any time, yet he never did until he started abusing.

"MY SOUL INSERTED WITH VITAL FORCE!"

He had laid his hand on me and blamed me for what happened. This was one of my first memories as a child, I was five years old.

"WONʼT SPARE WHAT IʼM HUNTING FOR!"

Well, things didn't turn out well for him. After Uncle saw the scar on my face, he beat Father to hell and back and threw him out. Turned out this place belonged to Uncle, not to Father.

"ITʼS THE ANIMAL IN MY BLOOD!"

He taught me how to read, how to write, how to feel. He taught me to follow my dreams with determination and to not stop until everything is done.

"WOULDNʼT STOP IT EVEN IF I COULD!"

To use violence if necessary, to not let myself be trampled by others.

"SEED IS SOWN - IʼM CHIPPIN' IN!"

I grew up strong but lonely, that loneliness made me desperate.

"ROLL THE BONES - IʼM CHIPPIN' IN!"

Joining the Valentinos might have been my worst idea at the time, but I wanted to find a place to belong. The only thing Uncle did when I told him about it was chuckle, he somehow knew this was going to be a harsh road for me.

"EMBED THAT CODE - IʼM CHIPPIN' IN!"

Then I met Jackie, he felt like the only pure soul in the city filled with decadence. And then I lost Jackie, trying to prove ourselves to that piece of shit City.

"MAYHEM FLOWS!"

Yet I didn't stop. I kept trying to prove myself, either through gigs or merely helping people. But those people don't want to be helped, their greed blinds them to their humanity.

"NOT BACKING DOWN, NEVER BACKING DOWN!"

The road became too harsh, but I persevered. And in the end, I realized my reward for the shit I've gone through. Fucking nothing.

"NOT BACKING DOWN, YEAH!"

I didn't have friends, just fellow gangers. I didn't have partners, just one-night stands. And I felt that eventually, I wouldn't even have a family.

"C-CAN YOU FEEL IT?! CAN YOU TOUCH IT?! GET READY CAUSE HERE WE GO!"

So I quit, of course, you can't just quit a gang. They give you that one gig where you don't know if you're going to make it or not, infiltrating into a Militech storage facility and stealing some type of prototype might have seemed simple in theory. It was not.

"CAN YOU FEEL IT?! CAN YOU TOUCH IT?! GET READY CAUSE HERE WE GO!"

But I was a woman of word, I did my best and succeeded by the skin of my teeth. I was sure that I had a kill-on-sight order by those fuckers though.

"SUITS RUN WHEN I COME UNDONE!"

Surprisingly instead of being able to get away from that type of life, the fact of what I did just pushed me deeper into it. Gigs started coming my way, from espionage to fucking flatlining people.

"CANʼT KILL ME IʼM ZEROES AND ONES!"

And unfortunately, in my mind, I already knew an honest job wouldn't cut it for me.

"ADD JUSTICE TO THE PEOPLES MATH!"

So I fell deeper and deeper, things I would never have imagined myself doing became my day-to-day. And I enjoyed every second of it.

"BLAZE WAY DOWN THE REBEL PATH!"

That's when I met Judy, for a moment it felt like every single hole in my soul had been filled. Like I was complete for the first time.

"HEAR MY CALL - IʼM CHIPPIN' IN!"

She taught me a lot, not only in the knowledge sense but also in the relationship way.

"TOTAL WAR - IʼM CHIPPIN' IN!"

The more I learned about her, the more I realized it. She would never be happy here, with me.

"CASINGS FALL - IʼM CHIPPIN' IN!"

And yet, I couldn't let go. She was my everything, I felt like I couldn't live without her.

"KILL THEM ALL!"

When Johnny got worse, that was the time when I noticed immediately what was coming. I entered our apartment and saw the bags ready, she wasn't even planning to tell me.

"NOT BACKING DOWN, NEVER BACKING DOWN!"

I didn't have the strength to hold her back, I didn't have the selfishness inside me to make her miserable just to make myself feel good. So, she left.

"C-CAN YOU FEEL IT?! CAN YOU TOUCH IT?! GET READY CAUSE HERE WE GO!"

Despite how much of an asshole Johnny could be sometimes, when I told him about it he nodded solemnly. He told me he knew how it felt to lose someone you love, and that it was okay to grieve.

I knew he didn't have long, abuse of drugs and alcohol reduces a man's life expectancy after all.

When I entered his room, I found him there. His eyes closed and a small smile on his old face, he seemed to be having a great dream. One he wouldn't wake up from.

He took care of me when no one else would, so that's why to me.

'Here lies Robert John Linder, the man who gave me life.'

"CAN YOU FEEL IT?! CAN YOU TOUCH IT?! GET READY CAUSE HERE WE GO!"

He's the closest thing to a real father that I ever had.

I exhaled forcefully and deeply, previous memories had been hard to swallow. But this? I felt like I just experienced a life. My life, yet not.

【Skill 「Rockerboy's Guitar Mastery【R—I】」Added to 「Skills」!】

【Skill 「V's Stealth n' Infiltration Techniques【R—I】」Added to 「Skills」!】

Looking around the room I saw the shocked expression on Kiriko and Rei, more to the side was Kerry with his mouth hanging open. Being the first one to recover, the older man put a hand on my shoulder with a shocked expression still on his face.

"Holy fucking shit kid, that sounded exactly like he used to play it. The emotion in your voice, the anger how you played, the sadness in your eyes, fucking everything."

I blinked a few times and slowly digested what happened, fuck me. Why does everything have to be so fucking complicated?

I heard V laugh at me but she didn't comment on the matter, fucking mind ghost.

Coming back to reality I formulated my most articulate response yet.

"Uh... Yeah, thanks."

My awkwardness made Kerry give me some space as he nodded, taking out a card from his expensive Gucci wallet he presenting it over.

"If you ever decide that you want to go down this path, give me a call. I'll be sure to hook you up good."

Taking the card I saw three phone numbers and an address, also, the card was some type of metallic material coated in what seemed to be gold. Talk about having eddies out of the ass.

"Sure, thanks."

Looking at his watch Kerry seemed to come to a realization.

"Oh shit, I've got a concert in Korea in a few hours. Gotta go was nice seeing you again."

The older man began walking out, before he was completely out of the house he turned around.

"Ah, if you don't mind tell the ladies thanks for me. I'm not much of a tea guy but it was pretty good."

And like that he left, turning around I saw the Miyamoto ladies looking at me.

"Um, he said thank you for the hospitality."

Kiriko nodded as if she understood and Rei nodded with acknowledgment, I coughed into my hand due to the silent awkward atmosphere.

"So, Americans am I right?"

That managed to get a roll of eyes from Rei and a giggle from Kiriko, heh, still got it.

I picked up the cases and brought them up to my room, don't want my Cop Aunt and her Cop husband finding my extremely illegal gun after all.

Later in the day, a very confused Miyamoto Tadashi heard that an American superstar visited his house played a few pieces, and left after giving gifts to Valerie, all in all, it was a normal day in the Miyamoto household.

Saeko stood in front of the school entrance, against her logical mind she had yet again found an excuse to ditch club and spend time together with V.

She was never interested in relationships, she felt like she didn't deserve them after what she did. And yet she found herself taking looks at the blonde-haired beauty who sat next to her every time she could—she was being subtle of course—but sometimes when their eyes met and she smiled at her with that cocky smile of hers, she couldn't handle the emotions that arose from her chest.

And so she waited, but what came instead of the tall blonde was an underclassman. One she was very aware of.

"Miyamoto-san?"

The shorter girl slightly waved and came close.

"Good afternoon, Busujima-senpai. Sorry to bother but V said if I come across you to tell you she'd be busy and to go home without her."

Ah, that was unfortunate. A darker part of her heart thought that maybe she had gotten scared by the situation in which they had found themselves in before and decided to stop meeting with her, that mere thought made her feel like she had just gotten stabbed.

Her logical mind quickly provided the evidence that she stood behind her ready to back her up in a fight against armed opponents, and therefore, it wouldn't make sense for her to behave that way.

Letting out a sigh, Saeko nodded at her Kouhai.

"Thank you for the information, Miyamoto-san."

As she was about to turn and walk she was stopped by the brown-haired girl's voice.

"Would you mind if we walked together for a bit? There's a few things I'd like to talk about if possible."

Analyzing the girl's posture, she wasn't looking for a fight. But somehow, her facial expression was quite intense.

"I wouldn't mind."

And so, they walked. At the beginning in silence, it felt like Miyamoto was slowly gauging her movements and waiting for the moment to say something.

"You like her too, don't you?"

Saeko's expression remained stoic but she closed her eyes, seemingly remembering the memories she had made with that person.

"Yes."

Rei seemed like she expected that answer, her hands clasped together and she rubbed one of her hands with the other.

"I'm not losing to you."

The purple-haired swordswoman shook her head as if she had just heard something ridiculous, this seemed to anger the brown-haired spear user.

"What?"

Saeko sighed at the question.

"I'm not competing, I don't believe myself to be worthy of being by her side."

Rei was about to reply but stopped herself mid-way, some kind of somber mood fell between the two.

"I get what you mean."

The swordswoman gave a slight smile, in some way she had found a type of camaraderie in her underclassmen.

"She's a dangerous combination that one."

Those words made Rei lift her head.

"What do you mean?"

Saeko shook her head remembering the way she stood up next to her yesterday, there was a realization she reached at that moment when she managed to analyze V's behavior.

"She's lonely and kind, she'll help people and ask nothing in return except to be on amicable terms."

The brown-haired girl nodded, a resolute action that explained a subconscious feeling she had before.

"She really is a dumbass..."

Saeko giggled at those words, noticing that Rei gained a small smile as well.

"I would refer to her as a creative thinker, but some may call it that as well."

Rei snorted at the girl's reply and then shook her head with resignation.

"If you think about it, we're the real dumbasses since we like that dumbass."

The purple-haired swordswoman chuckled loudly.

"Indeed."

Both girls looked at each other before bursting into a louder fit of giggles and chuckles.

Despite their differences, they managed to reach a middle ground.

I sneezed loudly.

"Aw shit, I better not get sick."

Focusing back on the task at hand I looked at a poster plastered on the wall.

Blood and Steel Nationalist Party, I had come across this poster multiple times on my way to school. I never really paid it much attention but today it meant something more than just a political association, it meant a way to victory.

Reading online I came across the fact that the leader of this party is both influential and rich, just from that I felt the gears start turning in my head.

Taking my final step I was a few hundred meters from the Takagi estate, looking around I quickly created a mental path and executed it.

I climbed up a house's wall and jumped to a telephone pole, spinning around on it and pushing myself I managed to jump over the high wall of the estate and fall on top of a bunch of bushes.

Getting out of them I began crouching and running into the shadows I managed to complete the first part of my infiltration.

"All according to keikaku..."

Wait, didn't I make that joke already? Oh well, let's keep moving.

Omake: V's and Jackie's break time

A tall blonde and an even taller Hispanic man sat next to each other on the curb, the blonde eating a burrito and the Hispanic man an ice cream.

"Jackie..."

The man sighed.

"Man, I know that tone. You're about to ruin my meal, ain't chu?"

Ignoring the comments, the blonde proceeded.

"If you think about it, we're all lesbians."

"Where did that even come from?"

"Well, you know. According to the science, all humans are female when they're in the tummy. Two plus two, four."

Jackie sighed deeply and took a bite of his ice cream.

"Ay Dios mio bendito... Chica, two days ago you said you thought science was all bullshit."

"Yeah, but, it's still weird to think that's normal. We're all lesbians."

"V, nothing of what you just said is normal. I've never in my entire life heard someone say what you just said."

The blonde stared at the Hispanic, and without breaking eye contact she took a bite of the burrito.

Turning away, she shrugged.

"Maybe, you're just sheeple."

Sighing to himself, the Valentino shook his head.

"I hate how well you know how to push my buttons..."

The blonde smiled and bit her burrito, beans were the best.

Author's Note/Rant/Whatchumacallit:

EYO! It's me! Again!

Yeah, this time I really didn't have anything better to do than write, it's still weird coming back home and being alone with nothing to do(other than search for a job before I starve to death(at least the cut will go hard)). May or may not have inserted feelings and such into a few parts of this chap as a way to get it out of my system. So, I apologize if you noticed and took you out of the thing.

But hey! Fanfiction, woo! (Read in the way that Mark Normad says "Comedy!")

Talking about comedy, I love the classic Tsukkomi Japanese comedy. I used to watch English-subtitled Japanese comedies when I was little in my 3rd world city internet which was like 20kbs download, so it took like 1 hour to watch a 5-minute video. Man, we don't know how good we have it now.

Side note, Discord is in on my profile now. Finally managed to recover my pass, it was probably something dumb knowing myself.

Again, don't get used to the constant updates. I might just drop dead tomorrow and shit. If you want a mental image I'm like a teasing oneesan that goes "Ara ara do you want a new chapter? fufufu!" but is actually just teasing you(I'm 6' feet 200lbs muscular and hairy from the neck down).

Like always, thanks for reading.

Leave a Pineapple Peach Tea in your review if you see this B^)