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User ImageFor once, Ayame met someone who didn't seem to be bothered by her disregard for personal space. Instead, she said something that made her jump back.

"Eh? Me?"

She did a double take to Kozue, wondering if maybe the two of them knew each other and she was talking about her, but Kozue seemed just as lost as she was. Was it the garden? No, she had apparently been waiting there a while. Eventually Ayame concluded that she was talking about her, resulting in a bashful grin. She coyly touched her fingers together, twisting slightly in embarrassment. Yes, Ayame was the kind of person who could easily be flattered with just a small compliment. And this was a big compliment! No one had called her pretty before! And while Shiro(?) may have been a girl, it still counted.

"Ehehehe..." She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, like when Renge complimented her on her horticulture, completely forgetting to confirm whether or not she really was the Shiro she knew from so long ago.


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Kuroi felt lost looking into her eyes. It was the first time she had ever discovered something
that naturally attracted her. She didn't lie about her comment. The blue haired girl truly
did find her red counterpart pretty. No, she was probably breathtakingly beautiful. Though, the
way she seemed flustered almost confused her. It was probably normal for a girl like her to be
shy about being compliment, but Kuroi felt as if she would have accepted such compliments
with a proud smile.

She didn't know why, so she thought it to be rather strange.

"Ah..."
Then, as if catching herself, she realized that she had been acting "weird."
She was entranced by her beauty, so she couldn't help but be distracted!
Though, for some reason...
Kuroi Shirou felt as if she shouldn't lie to a girl like the one before her.
It was as if she was shamed.

"Oh, sorry! I was just taken in by how beautiful you are, that's all."
The blue haired girl seemed to break into a cold sweat, flashing a shy grin as she rubbed
the side of her own neck in awkward hesitance. But she was definitely honest. Kuroi knew
of beauty and she has had strange desires concerning it. But this was the first time where
she was able to acknowledge a beauty that was more than something physical.

"And... yeah, that's right."
Kuroi gradually gets rid of her fake shyness as she connects their line of sight once again.
She had backed away, but Kuroi pursued her, keeping a close distance.
It was a natural desire not to lose something precious. But Kuroi Shiro could not understand
that feeling. Why did she want to be so close to this person? Why was that?

"My name is Kuroi Shiro. I'm a first year!"
Kuroi smiled as she extended a hand.
It felt like it was a natural reaction.

"How about you...?
What's your name?"
Her blue eyes glaze over her as she took in her redness.

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There was a hint of sadness that clung to the air, a sense of finality that prodded at even his own soul. As he allowed himself to be lead through the maze he’d catch sight of members milling about, though unlike the last few times there seemed to be a certain sluggishness to their movements. Like a thick fog, he could practically taste the somberness in the air. Though its sanctum still stood and its presence remained as strong as ever, the Gardening Club was in its twilight hours. It was for that reason that the glum atmosphere came not as a surprise for the Kendo Club president. They were about to lose their very identities, all for the sake maintaining a single bond. Even now, as it moved towards its final steps, the whole plan weighed at Hotaru. He’d undergone his fair share of risks, it was a part of being president, and yet this one was a step above all the rest. Never had desperation played so heavy of a role in forcing his hand, and never had Hotaru himself been so uncertain of the future. The relationship between Kendo and Gardening had always been positive, yet at the same time it’d always been unchanging as well. The status quo had remained firmly in place throughout their years together, and yet this merger would serve to shake up everything.

They’d arrive in the inner part of the club, Hotaru forcing smile onto his lips at the welcoming committee. As always Ajisai remained the gracious host, her tone and expression unwavering despite the current situation. Her clothing matched her disposition well, and as always casting a half-second glance at his kendo-gi. It was only around Ajisai and the Gardening Club that Hotaru found himself being reminded of how lackluster his wardrobe was in terms of variety. None the less the uniforms they wore were a symbol of the club. It was only proper that he, as president, would wear one 24/7.

“Your hospitality humbles us, President Ajisai.” Hands at his sides he’d return her graciousness with a formal bow, both Ushiro and Wataru following his example. Straightening himself back up seconds later, he’d give his two escorts permission to break away before following Ajisai’s lead and heading into their familiar meeting room. From the corner of his eye he watched the pair take their seats, a bright smile upon Ushiro’s lips as he began to chat with the nearest member. He’d been one of the stronger supporters for the merge, if memory served, though admittedly Hotaru had to wonder at the sincerity of his motives. Perhaps it would’ve been better to bring someone else.

Too late for that. I’m sure he’ll remain on his best behavior.

Taking in to appreciate the sweetly scent of flowers, a smell that Hotaru knew that he’d never grow tired of, he’d move and take a seat in his usual spot. They were at the end of the line now, practically words away from settling the merger and ushering in a new era. His stomach was slowly tying itself into a not, and try as he might Hotaru knew that it’d be near impossible to hide the apprehension he was feeling. Would they be able to make this work? If they failed then what would happen? It was overly-naïve to assume that things would just go back to the way that they had. He could only wonder how Ajisai felt as well. For all her civility Hotaru had to wonder how she felt. Losing her title must’ve been a stinging blow, and the Kendo President himself knew that he would’ve still been reeling if he’d been in her shoes. Then again, Ajisai had always been more mature than he.

“Indeed.” He’d finally reply, nodding. “We’ve gotten most of the details out of the way, and I’ve already discussed matters with both of my fellow council members as well.” Sakurakouji and Kuze, both of who Hotaru knew would do their jobs well. “Renge-san did a remarkable job at organizing, I think Kuze-san might’ve been a bit jealous.”

He’d take sip of the tea, savoring the rich flavor for a couple of moments. “All that remains are simple formalities. I think our main objective here is how we’re going to handle the announcement itself. Admittedly, by this point, the merger isn’t much of a secret but none the less I believe that we should tread lightly.”

Bringing the cup back up to his lips he’d continue. “I’ve heard few complaints from my own end, though I’ve reason to believe that some of the Gardening Club members aren’t particularly happy with their club’s dissolution. It’s understandable of course, I sympathize.” He’d take another sip, letting the warm brew push away some of the sleepiness. “There is something else I was wanting to discuss as well, President Ajisai, and please beg my pardon if it comes off as too personal. I was curious on your own thoughts in regards to the merger.”

So busy had they been hashing out the details that Hotaru hadn’t gotten much of a chance to take into account how Ajisai felt. One could argue that it didn’t particularly matter, that they needed to focus on the bigger picture, yet curiosity forced the question regardless.

"It’s a bit late to be asking such a question, but none the less I feel that it’s necessary that we put our thoughts onto the table. We’re going to be working closely together for the remaining year, and I think it’s best to know where we stand.”


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                                          she laugh at the little journalistic comment. "All is fare when it comes to a war... this school is just that one giant war zone. We leave the club room by itself it can be attack and then everything we have would be taken from us. So its a way we make sure false info gets out. We only relies the information other pay for after they get it first of course. We believe in somewhat fair playing field, well i do." she would say as she hears that she isn't so gullible remain to be seen by her.

                                          She watch her work on the paper work handed to her and then listen to how she answer her question about her 'friend' IT was a bit odd a friend would say that about another. What is a friend you can't trust? Clearly not a friend at all, but she keep her mouth silent on this. As she listens to the other names use in the team she slightly rubs the temple of her forehead a bit. "Isshin... Ah, the smart a** that is also a slacker... same year as me. Wants to start a club good luck with the rugby club to him. She be glad to crush another club under her feet. Ayumi must be a first year haven't had to deal with her then again i have Sachi to deal with..." Just the thought of the girl gave her a headache. She wouldn't ask to much on those two as it seem that she had hardly any worry since they weren't really joining this club but Akki was someone she was keeping an eye on.

                                          She would slowly stop rubbing her temple and lower her hand to rest on the desk edge slightly griping them." Well as long as you have some friends i guess you be fine. Just watch yourself out there the changes have effect all of us. As it is they wish for us top bring our own gear to fight this war. Which while that would be a nice way to level the battle field, they should remember not all students at this school have powers or different then a normal person. I swear this is a pain." she said as she knew she could afford to buy her gear using club money. After all they had a lot of other s**t they had to keep running. She just wonder how this would play out as a lot of people seem to at less bring their weapons only and still buy their food from the school. However with what the changes were doing it made even getting food to become a danger that very few would even take the risk. she wonder if they relies that this would do more harm to the school then to the student body. Well it was a theory of hers.


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                        ___Once they were seated in the back room, the sliding door separating them from their subordinates, Suzuran had seen both herself and Hideyoshi to the low table, sipping slowly of the warming tea that had been laid out in preparation. The mellow taste and floral scent eased her tension, if only a little, and the action of drinking tea gave her time to take in Hideyoshi's words and consider her response. When he mentioned the mixed reactions to the merger that were coming, in particular, from the Gardening Club, Suzuran was not surprised.

                        ___"It would have been too much to hope for a total lack of opposition," she said aloud, her words a statement instead of a reminder; Suzuran was sure that she didn't need to remind Hideyoshi of that, given how long they'd spent going over plans to ease the transition for everyone involved. "Certainly, I can understand the feelings of those who are concerned for the future, particularly those in my own club. That we will no longer be a club, in and of ourselves... Well, I couldn't ask them to celebrate it. But even those opposed have quieted, at least for now, and it's better to hear these opposing voices now, rather than later. At least now we can try to ease their fears before it boils over into more overt dissent, and much of it is thanks to the hard work of both Kuze-san and Renge." She smiled briefly, a mote of lightheartedness interjected into the somber atmosphere. "Who, no doubt, will be pleased to hear that her efforts have been noticed and appreciated. She's been pouring her time into preparing our club for the change, and I think it will make her happy to know that her work has not been in vain."

                        ___As Hideyoshi spoke of the announcement itself, Suzuran found herself gazing into the pale-rose depths of the tea-cup like a seer of days gone by, as if she might catch a glimpse of the proper path through the slowly-rising wisps of steam. She had no such luck, of course. "Despite our best efforts, I don't think this will come as a surprise to our members," Suzuran reflected, once again saying nothing that Hideyoshi wouldn't already know. "I'm sure it hasn't spread outside the club, however, or else it would have made its rounds through the rumor-mill by now. Certainly the Journalism Club hasn't found out about it, or they'd make sure that everyone else knew as well. It would be best to make the announcement at a time and place of our choosing, to avoid giving too much weight to accusations of desperation, but I'm afraid we don't have that luxury: The campus is changing quickly, and we'll have to make the merger public knowledge before I'd prefer to do so."

                        ___ The thought brought a reluctant sigh to Suzuran's lips, and she took another sip from her cup to hide it as best she could; Ryugoku's growing-pains under the new regime had been happening fast, and managing the Gardening Club's reaction to it had been an extra task on top of negotiating the club's dissolution and subsequent assimilation. With the new, more severe "budget" in hand, not to mention the new restrictions on what did and did not count as valid resources, the Gardening Club had been quietly performing raids of their own, scattering smaller clubs - many of them Tier 3 - and harvesting their resources like the fruit from the Gardening Club's own orchards. Unlike before, they took no vassals, recruiting only a scant handful of students whose skills or Abnormalities might serve some greater use; instead the defeated clubs lost possessions, equipment and gear, the myriad little things that seemed utterly insignificant until they were wanted. Batteries and first aid kits, weapons and tools, all had been spirited away by the very busy Gardening Club scouts, brought back to the club buildings and sorted in preparation for the upcoming war. Many victims barely knew what had happened in the first place, knocked out or paralyzed as the scouts had waltzed in and taken what they would, hardly bothering with the enemy club members at all. This was no kindness, as Suzuran saw it, but simple practicality: Without the bare minimum supplies for their clubs, without a budget from which to feed their members, such victimized clubs would fall on their own time.

                        ___Things were changing, and Suzuran knew that the Gardening Club would be forced to change as well, with the merger only the most obvious sign. Even their pre-existing vassal clubs had been dissolved and absorbed into the Gardening Club proper, and would join them when the Kendo Club took predominance: They had been given the chance to leave, if they chose, but no-one had taken that option. They as well as anyone knew what was happening outside, and many of the vassal-clubs had grown used to a certain degree of protection within the confines of the gardens: Even those who had resented the Gardening Club's control would rather become part of the club in full than risk going it alone on the campus outside. Better the devil you know, after all.

                        ___Suzuran's words, however, had echoed her current feelings in full: She didn't like being rushed, didn't like being forced to move before she was ready. The changes that were rippling through the Gardening Club would not end when they became part of the Kendo Club, however nominally, and then there were the challenges she would face when she no longer had the autonomy of a club president-- It was little wonder that she was distracted by her own thoughts when Hideyoshi asked that final question, leading to a brief, momentary lull before Suzuran realized that she had to reply.

                        ___"Considering that I proposed this merger in the first place, it would be rather silly if I didn't support it, don't you think?" The words were automatic, the tone light, the smile perfect; Suzuran, unprompted, could carry out that sort of conversation in her sleep, so accustomed was she to doing so even before she'd come to Ryugoku High. But she knew that Hideyoshi wasn't asking for a pat response, and Suzuran's smile became rueful as she acknowledged it with a shake of the head. The truth was always such a slippery thing, requiring work if you tried to balance the bitter with the sweet, but Suzuran supposed that she owed it to Hideyoshi: With things changing as they were, it boded ill for their future together if it started with a pleasant deflection, though it might not be a lie. Suzuran exhaled, the near-silent breath reminding her of just how tired she'd been over the past few days, too busy to do much more than plan even once she'd left campus. But with the rest of her officers busy, and the scouts carrying out daily raids, and the support teams stockpiling ingredients, curatives, and weapons alike, how could Suzuran face them if she did any less? Sometimes it was far too easy for Suzuran to forget that she was all of seventeen years; certainly she felt much older than the girls who'd been in her junior high class, wherever their family's fortunes had taken them.

                        ___"... I will speak plainly, then," was Suzuran's reluctant reply, her diffident air well conveying her unease at doing so, despite the wry smile that flickered briefly across her face. "Though I've been told it's impossible for me - speaking plainly, that is - so please excuse me if I don't quite manage it. It's simply the way I've always been." She was referring to her speech, of course, which some called formal and some called flowery (among other, less-complimentary things), but she might as well have been referring to the half-truths and softened words that came to her as easily as breathing. Such wordplay had always been an asset, never a drawback, and only recently had Suzuran realized how difficult it was to go without it: It unnerved her, on some level, though she wasn't exactly sure why that should be.

                        ___Suzuran paused for a moment to gather her words, the smile fading from her face like the color from a withering flower. "I am... apprehensive," she admitted at last, eyes focused on the nearly-empty cup before her, "though that shouldn't be the case. I'm completely familiar with the terms of our agreement, which are as favorable as the circumstances allow; and, as I said, this merger was my idea in the first place. If anyone should have full confidence in it, I should be that person. But even that word is--" Suzuran paused again, shaking her head.

                        ___"It's not a merger," she reiterated, though she elaborated further when it occurred to her that Hideyoshi might not be aware of the difference. "Or at least, that's not how it will be seen. A merger is, at least theoretically, the joining-together of willing parties who will have equal claim to the resulting entity. What's happening is more an... acquisition. On paper, the Kendo Club will gain full precedence over the Gardening Club; on paper, everything that is ours - our resources, our territory, our buildings, our members - will belong to the Kendo Club, and that's exactly how it will be seen. Please don't misunderstand me, Hideyoshi-san, I'm in no way accusing you of anything disingenuous; but in the eyes of the school, it will be just as if we've lost to you. Everything we fought for last year, everything that previous generations of Gardening Club members clung desperately to in the face of stronger clubs, will no longer exist."

                        ___Suzuran's voice wavered only slightly, her tone almost dispassionate were it not for the emotion roiling just beneath the surface, contained only by long practice and strength of will. Now that she was speaking it was hard to stop, almost impossible to censor herself as she would normally do; it was what Suzuran had feared, and why she hadn't allowed herself to speak of her feelings even with Renge, her closest friend and most trusted adviser. Suzuran had to be strong for her club, especially at a moment when they would look to her for an example, and she had to be strong for herself, after she'd placed her reputation on the line on behalf of this proposal. To express any form of doubt so late in the game was unthinkable and unforgivable, at least to Suzuran. That she was doing so at all could have been said to terrify her, and her hands, partially hidden by the long sleeves of her kimono, gripped the tea-cup so tightly that they'd gone pale.

                        ___"And I... Well, I'll no longer be President of the Gardening Club, will I?" Suzuran concluded, forcing a laugh that, quite possibly for the first time, rang hollow. "There can't be a president for a club that doesn't exist. And while I know that it's a comparatively unimportant thing, that I should be happy to make such a small sacrifice to preserve our partnership and the safety of my club, I--"

                        ___Suzuran's voice faltered and failed, and she shook her head wordlessly as she tried to stop herself from betraying herself entirely. How could she explain to someone like Hideyoshi why she was so affected when Suzuran barely understood it herself? How could she justify such selfishness without giving away far more than she ever planned to tell another soul? That she valued the Kendo Club not just as a powerful ally but because it had been Matsuhiro's club, because it was Hideyoshi's club; that their alliance was so precious not merely because of how strong they were together but because, in the year or so that they'd known each other, Hideyoshi had valued her, even when she'd just been the Vice-President of a struggling but ambitious Tier 2 club? Regardless of her age or year, her family or her sex, Hideyoshi had never been anything but respectful, arguing when he opposed her decisions and agreeing when he saw wisdom in her words, deferring to Suzuran in her areas of expertise just as she deferred to Hideyoshi in his favored arenas. They had been, improbably, equals, and regardless of their best intentions, the Alliance Recognition ruling meant that it could never be the same. Suzuran didn't want to have Hideyoshi as an enemy, as much for her own selfish reasons as for the practical ones she could readily admit, but now it seemed that the cost was a return to the status quo with which Suzuran was already so familiar. She could be worthwhile but only as a notable subordinate, as she'd been to her father and her father's friends; as she'd be to Hiryuu, one day, as she'd been even to her own brother, despite how much the siblings had loved each other.

                        ___"So, you see," Suzuran went on, having found her voice at last, her eyes still locked onto the cup in her hands as if it were the only thing in the room, "I can't think too harshly of the club members who aren't happy with the upcoming changes. Even should they start to question me, or deplore the decisions I've made, I could only continue to understand them."

                        ___But Suzuran had accepted this path, hadn't she? Even before the Budget Meeting, even before she'd enrolled at Ryugoku, she had chosen this for herself. It might be the last thing she could choose, and so, even if it required sacrifice, what could she do but see it to its bitter end?

                        ___"After all, despite myself, I feel the same way."

                        ___The teacup slipped from Suzuran's hands and landed on its edge, shattering the delicate porcelain into several large shards and splashing the table with the dregs of the tea. Suzuran gasped as if she'd suddenly come back to herself, giving herself a mental shake as she hastily stood and reached for a tea-towel on the nearby side-cabinet.

                        ___"Forgive me, Hideyoshi-san!" Suzuran apologized as she began to clean up the damp cherry-blossom petals and the broken china. "I've no idea what came over me, but this is simply inexcusable on my part; please, don't think that you or your club has anything to do with my foolish concerns." Suzuran's eyes were averted again; she hadn't dared make eye-contact with Hideyoshi since her unintended confession had begun, initially to avoid offending him and now out of acute humiliation. "If it had been any other president, or any other club, I would never have made the proposal in the first place. It's just-- Recent events have taken their toll, it seems. I assure you that I will be as capable as I must be in the days to come." The last thing Suzuran needed was to convince Hideyoshi that she was an unreliable, emotional wreck on the eve of the decision that would permanently and drastically affect both their clubs, though that was probably, Suzuran thought, exactly what she was doing. A hectic color had risen despite the paleness of her face, and Suzuran felt a fleeting, irrational urge to cry.

                        ___She didn't, of course. In a moment or two the madness would pass, and she would be herself again.

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                                                  The ink-blood was already in the air, drawn by her own fingernails. Plus, while her Abnormality worked best in close quarters, it also gave her no time to dodge the needles that formed. She flinched for a moment as a handful of black needles raked her skin, before a hard kick sent her flying back.

                                                  The masochist explained his powers to her, seeming almost proud of it. Well, she had pride in her Abnormality as well, but that was precisely why she had kept it secret for so long! It may have been a moot point now that Ajisai had spread word of it around, but there were still a few students here and there who didn't get the memo, as evidenced by the fact that her current opponent was doing nothing to try to counteract it. Or maybe he just wanted her to hurt him? If she mentally replaced him with Urako, it made sense. Yet, the unabated ferocity of his attacks said otherwise. He was being physically affected by her pheromones, as evidenced by his clumsy movements, but it was more like a euphoric drunk than a feverish plague victim. Unlike him, Yuna was very much not enjoying the needles that stabbed at her skin, in fact it rather hindered her movements, allowing him to catch her and slam her into the ground.

                                                  "Hrrk--!" The Cooking Club President grunted as she landed on her stomach, only for the sharp, inky appendages to slash her back multiple times. "Gah!" The last cut drew a harsh gasp of pain. Weakened, she felt herself dragged and repeatedly slammed into the disgusting black wall.

                                                  Smash.

                                                  Ink splattered.

                                                  Smash.

                                                  Ink clung to her clothes, her skin.

                                                  Smash.

                                                  The pink became stained in black.

                                                  She was left barely recognizable underneath the black splotches that seemed to almost completely cover her. Finally, her assailant let go, and the mighty Kibagami Yuna fell weakly to her knees, before toppling to the floor. Lying prone in a sticky pool of black and red, she couldn't move, but she felt it. Oh, she felt it. The searing, biting pain in her back. She knew she wasn't dying, but she had never felt pain like this before. It was blinding, stupefying, the intensity stopped her from thinking of anything else. Was this what it felt like for Hideyoshi and Ajisai? Although she bit her lip at first, finally she could bear it no more, and a scream escaped her throat.

                                                  "Aahhhhh..."

                                                  It was barely a moan at first, but it grew louder and more desperate as Mikoto dug his talon into her back.

                                                  "...aaaahhhHHHHHH..."

                                                  Then the ink started to seep inside of her wound, and her scream grew even louder.

                                                  "AAAAAAAAA--"

                                                  But at some point, the intonation changed. It was no longer a scream of pain, implicitly begging for reprieve. No, it was too loud for that. Mikoto would realize too late that her scream had changed into one of pure rage.

                                                  "AAAAAAI'VE HAD ENOUGH!"

                                                  In one swift movement, she flipped over onto her back, dislodging the talons from her skin while dragging her fingers across the floor and up, flinging the blood-ink mixture right into Mikoto's eyes. It would phase him but for a second, as it was ink that he could control, but he wouldn't have a chance to weaponize it, as it was followed up by her fingernails raking his face, right across the bridge of his nose and just narrowly missing his eyes. Yuna scrambled to her feet like an animal, all the more dangerous for having been wounded. Thrusting her hand forward, she sank her nails into his chest, digging them into his skin while simultaneously pushing him back towards the opposite end of the room, away from the ink wall.

                                                  "You worthless cockroach!" she snarled, snatching his own spear from the ground and bludgeoning him upside the head with it like it was a baseball bat. "The sweet pleasure of pain? Don't make me laugh!" She smashed him so hard that the spear itself exploded into just plain ink, splattering messily on the ground. "Pain is inflicted on the LOSERS by the WINNERS. It's nothing to be happy about!" A savage left hook to the face. "But! If you insist on clinging to it, pathetically deluding yourself into thinking it's pleasurable, then allow me to rob you of even that sad imitation of enjoyment!"

                                                  Through sheer force of will, a biological switch went off within Kibagami, and somehow, her aura changed. Not visually; it was still only a hazy black, but the chemicals that she released were fundamentally different from before. Up until now, her pheromones varied in potency but all had the same effect: hypersensitization to pain and fear. This was completely new. Not the nightmare pheromones for which she was named, but a hell specifically customized to the raving lunatic who had managed to physically wound her with his idiocy.

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                                                  It would start with a phantom choking sensation, like an invisible hand crawling up his body, stifling him. The crunching sounds of Kibagami's fists smashing into his body would slowly fade into silence, even while she continued her assault. Everything would fade except for his heartbeat, and then even that would quiet into nothing. The smell of sweat and blood would vanish, leaving not a fresh scent but rather a complete lack of odor. His vision would fade, like scene from a movie cutting to black. Trapped in a tasteless, soundless, odorless, and lightless world, the inevitability of what would come next would be almost as bad as its arrival.

                                                  Slowly, nerve by nerve, Mikoto would lose his ability to feel. The pain which he so dearly loved would be sucked away as if by invisible ghouls. The rhythm of Kibagami's fists destroying his body disappeared, leaving him itching desperately, maddeningly, for the pain he so deserved. Although he could still think, it was as if he was separated from his body, a ghost which had lost contact with the physical realm and was banished to a purgatory of nothingness. Only, a faint sound could be heard: a cruel, mocking voice which sounded nothing like Kibagami's but definitely belonged to her.

                                                  I AM THE NIGHTMARE OF RYUGOKU, AND YOU ARE NOTHING.
                                                  I HAVE EVERYTHING, AND YOU HAVE NOTHING.
                                                  YOUR PRIDE, YOUR JOYS, AND EVEN YOUR PAIN...
                                                  ARE MINE!

                                                  Mikoto didn't lose consciousness. He could still think, but he had no sensory input whatsoever. Without stimuli, he had no control over his muscles. Outwardly, his body looked like a corpse, save for a faint hint of breath and some twitching which didn't rely on his conscious control. Yuna loomed over him like a predator savoring a fresh kill, then grabbed him by the crown of his head and dragged him across the floor, much like he had dragged her. The inky wall had melted when the Silence pheromones took hold, granting her free passage out to the hallway.

                                                  Staggering from her wounds, Yuna left the room with her newest victim in tow. She could not run, but she followed the trail of Shizuka's scent with the slow, dogged pace of an axe murderer. Covered in black ink and grinning madly, she was a more horrifying sight than ever.


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Kyoko was starting to understand. To be honest she was fine if it wasn't about journalism. After all, Knowledge is power, hide it well. ''If you say so.'' She said as she finished filling in the application and placed it on the desk. Hopefully the leader, when he came, would accept her. would be kinda embarressing to go through all this effort without getting accepted.

''Yeah, rude too. But he did help. I don't think we should be worried about him.'' Kyoko said about Isshin as he thought about it. The the thought of Isshin getting crushed by the rugby club did make her shiver. He didn't deserve that! Somehow she had the feeling she was going to be meeting Isshin again. ''Leveling the playing field eh? I can do that, hehe.'' Kyoko said proudly. She had confidence, if nothing else. Her mother's tech would not let her down, no matter what opponent.


"Electrical Communication
Tearing through imagination
I won't let anyone stand in my way!
Sparking rock action
Break through meditation
Escape this crazy present!''





Where: Journalism club
With: Amaterasu
What: Trying to Join



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                                          She would look over at the file she had turn in picking it up and just over looking it and such. Her or the vice would be task blanking out any touchy information on her and such. It was what they did to all members to keep them as safe as possible. Slightly looking up as she talk about Isshin being rude. "He is but like you said he helps, to good of a guy if you ask me. Slacking yes, rude yes, but always seems willing to help. Na, we shouldn't have to he has bigger fish to cook. While we have to worry about Cooking Club, Gardening/Kendo crap, along side Music and some of the art clubs too. Its shocking we held our tier two spot for this long with how things been going." she says as she goes back to reading for a few.

                                          As she reads she hears her comment about the level playing field and slightly smile. "I think you and me will get along just fine. Just got to be ready for whatever this school throws at us. Anyway ill make sure this gets to them. It be a waste to lose someone like you. God knows we could use more people like you." she would say as she like people who had that go getting type of personality. After all that was their job to be out there getting information and such so they could write about it and such along side sell it and get money for their club. She would place the papers down and push off the desk she been leaning against. "Well that's it, come on time to head out. Until your a member i cant do much more in here and such." she says as she makes her way towards the door and open it. she would wait for Kyoko to walk out and such. "By the way the name is Gushiken, Amaterasu. If there is one thing you like to do before your approve for the club. I like if you could go out and about and see what's going on. I"m stuck on guard duty for a bit longer and i haven't heard much from the others so i'm slightly worry our members may be wrapped up in conflict." she would say as she leans back against the wall next to the door.

                                          As it was she looks around she need to pick up this mess and slightly sigh. That a*****e should clean it after all he did all this s**t. The amount of paper work he had to go through would be a good enough pay back for this s**t he did. Plus him thinking he could take her as a prize of some sort. a*****e had no clue the value in life. "Anyway be safe out there. I'll find you when your good to go." she said as she slightly push away from the wall and start to pick up the desk and such. she dislike having a mess around her as it look ugly. Plus it could also become a weapon for those around her or for her to use in a moment notices. she had use a bit of power and it seem none of them had caught what it was. That was good for her. Last thing she needs are more people knowing what she can do and making herself a bigger target already.



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Senri had been avoiding the fights and sticking to moving around the school like a animal carefully stalking prey which followed his wolf like nature but he chances was low. Haru had gone missing and the scent of him and he was tracking him best he could with his senses but he wasn't doing so good. He slowly walked around seeing a few fights here and there but the sounds of battle was very loud in the art room as the voice of Mikoto could be heard which meant whoever he was fighting would be reaped by the ink that flowed from his body like blood. "Mikoto you better win that fight and share so sweets with me." Senri said remembering Mikoto had brought ll the sweets and candies from the school store, slowly he walked away. He Didn't know the freak well but the guy seem more like a child then a fighter, yet Senri had seen the marks of love left behind by that child, knowing all to well he was a monster in human flesh. It wasn't long before he caught Haru's scent along with two other, he sighed as he started walking toward them but stopped once he felt the feeling of fear in his heart.There wan't much that could do that to him but another animal like a lion or something but the school didn't have any animals running around in it but the alpha beast the Nightmare. Slowly his dark blue eyes looked as he turned around to see the Nightmare Yuna covered in a black stuff dragging Mikoto by his head, he was crying and looked like he seen a ghost. Senri didn't know what happen but with Yuna around things was about to get more crazy for Haru and whoever he was with up a head. "Now that looks painful Nightmare-sempai maybe you show wash that s**t off of you before dragging his body with you, but you will get hurt more if you go any farther. I'll guard my stupid Club president from you so please leave." Senri warned as he moved closer to the window breaking it, knowing how her powers worked but he knew he couldn't win against her with them pheromones. His own power hadn't awaken yet so fighting the Nightmare was a stupid move, slowly he inched back hitting every window as he moved trying his best to air out the hall.
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Mairu allowed herself to be picked up by the boy, feeling relaxed and oddly soothed in his arms. "Staying back is never an option for me. I can’t leave friends in the dust like that." Soon enough, she had learned that his name was Haru; a name that she would try her best not to forget. In trying to commit name to face, she had almost missed him say that he was a club president. A president, huh? Sweet. Somehow, she felt that this meant absolutely nothing but everything all at once. Nothing, since it wouldn’t change how she would interact with the raven-haired male but everything because she felt that she single-handedly created a makeshift, unspoken alliance between two clubs. As she was set down on the ground, seemingly seconds after Haru had just lifted her off the floor, she managed to stand and leaned against the wall for support.

She spotted Shizuka there next to her, frightened and anxious. Without that kind, cheery smile, Mairu could hardly recognize the club leader. The fear she wore in her eyes was unlike her, and the sight of it subconsciously caused her to frown. "Shizu-nee-san, don’t worry." She smiled reassuringly to her. "We’ll all be fine." She continued. Wanting to say more, she was interrupted by some blond male approaching them. The Host-Club President, but of course, had threatened to take out her two friends and made a flat-out threat to molest or rape the girls and force them into a lifetime of hospitalization. Her brow twitched as her eyes creased into a glare. It was only a two second encounter thus far and she already loathed the perverted male-in-heat with her whole soul. Mairu stepped in front of her club leader, using herself as a blockade between him and Shizuka. It was her duty to protect her club leader, but this was also for protecting a friend.

Tsukida flinched as she watched Haru get slammed into the wall. Despite the overwhelming urge to comfort him, she stood her ground. Her petite frame like an unmovable mountain, regardless of the lack of stamina and strength she had currently. Bang, crash, shatter, thud! The flurry of sounds overwhelmed the poor first year but she nonetheless looked relieved. Luckily for the two of them, the host club president was knocked out of the window. Her eyes shifted to Haru, on the ground and weak. She could see bits of red on the floor that she would assume came from his wounds. ”Oh my god, are you okay?" She asked, shaking her head soon thereafter. ”Actually, never mind - of course you’re not. C’mon let’s get outta here." Words flew from her lips faster than she could breathe. Mairu grabbed the male’s arm and dropped it over her shoulders while she held onto it with one hand and, with the other arm, grasped onto his waist. ”Shizu-chan, I’m taking him somewhere safe. You be careful, okay? We’ll all be okay, just remember." She assured her before dragging off an injured Haru, who was much taller than her and whose feet were dragging across the floor.

As she walked down the hall, she pondered as to where she could take him. The music club room would have been a good choice, but it was far too obvious of a hiding spot considering his rank. With the chaotic state things were in now, it would have been likely that people would attack them, regardless of any previously created boundaries and territories per club. She only knew of one place that would be safe and hidden from others but it was quite the hike considering she had cargo. Mairu remained focused on her direction but still heard the noises from behind her: screams, groans, sheer destruction, and then footsteps. She didn’t bother to look back to check on Shizuka, not wanting to have a reason to cease her current mission. She had to get to that safe haven large enough for the two of them: the third floor’s janitor closet. It was a little hiding spot of hers when things got rough like this, which had only happened once before in her time here. And it was large enough for four people at least, so two would be just fine. She kicked open the door to the stairwell and adjusted her grip on Haru before pursuing her path up the staircase cautiously but swiftly.




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⦊Where am I?: Hallway
⦊⦊With whom?: Haru, Shizu, some dude.
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"No one wins but I."
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Nothing was able to stand in her way. Kongou Kuma rampaged as she pleased and
did as she pleased! She reslished in that powerful pleasure of being able to do whatever she
desired! The annoying worms that hid in their caverns, she thought that it was pretty disgusting.
Weak and afraid like rats, merely suriving instead of thriving. What kind of life was that?
It was worthless!

Crush crash crush.

She threw and crushed everything that shackled them into the depths of the Earth.
Kongou Kuma was no nerd, nor was she a computer expert. She didn't know much about
technology, but she did know that people used it as an escape. To people, video games were
pretty fun as it let you live a life that people couldn't. So that's why it was so annoying.

Smash!

"NERDSSSS!!!!"

Even though they had such amazing powers, they chose to remain underground like some
vermin. They had amazing miracles that could trump any video games, yet they chose to
live in a decrepit fantasy instead of using their honest magic to live!

"What an eyesore!"
She grinned as she destroyed the MMO Club's treasures.
But as soon as she was almost satisfied, something comes to disturb her play time.
What was it? It was so far up that she needed to actually concentrate to see what it was.
And, seeing it causes her berserk eyes to become dazzled in something, as if allured by
a temptress.

"Wah..."

At the same time, the ground beneath her seem to disappear.
But she doesn't even notice, nor did she case. She just thought that it was probably
because she was flying right now.

"IT'S A TALKING GELATIN!!!!"
She roared with monstrous glee as her eyes turned into shining stars.

She...
Needed...
TO HAVE IT.

"Huh?"
But, as she prepared to jump, her music stopped and the basement exploded.
It causes a quick cave in, burying the giant inside along with the destroyed computers.
That last thing that she was able to utter before being sent back into hell was...

"Kingyoku..."



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Kibano had followed Sakurakouji as far as inside and up the stairs but he broke off at the second floor.

"I'll staunch the flow to make is less harsh...you go on..." he said, his voice sounded pained. In truth fighting as hard as he was put a lot of muscular strain on his body. Even though he was using the tendrils strength to move so fast the human body wasn't designed at a joint level to move at blinding speeds and if this kept up for too long he could suffer some not insignificant damage. He arrived in the second floor hallway to be met by the scene of and oncoming wave of Riding Clubs warriors. Kibano let out a demonic three toned screech that could be felt throughout the dojo and to those too close by was almost deafening.

He launched at blazing speed straight into the point man of the charge knocking him into several others to knock them off balance. He made the extra arms fade back into tendrils using the extended reach to thin the wave down the line and bodies were being thrown about and a multitude of blows exchanges at the sickening sound of flesh hitting a hard substance and bones seeming to snap could be heard throughout the hall. Kibano wasn't blind to the Kendo club members strewn about the hallway and at any opportunity he relinquished them of their bokken as he smashed it over the next foe in line.

Though even with his immense strength there was only so much he could do even with multiple demonic tendrils, he wasn't allowed to kill, which made things hard when you were designed to be a killing machine. The flow and the remover had hit an equilibrium where the number of oncoming horde matched what Kibano could remove with ease. It seemed that wth the voice of their leader that they rallied and now had a plan in place. They were sending arrows flying down the hall over their allies' heads and straight into Kibano. The arrows were a nuisance that distracted him long enough to the horde to start slowly pushing Kibano back. The sound of the Horde's weapons breaking over his armor made of demonic tendrils was echoing throughout the Dojo itself.

Kibano wasn't going without harm even with the armor, since the armor was flowing when it wasn't in danger and became nearly indestructible and rigid when it perceived danger the blows weren't cushioned but he was protected. Kibano was still getting the blunt force to his limbs whenever he blocked an attack but it just wasn't as bad as taking it straight to the flesh. Kibano had been pushed back almost half way when he was starting to slip a tad into the overly agressive as he mad ethe gauntlets into sharp claws and raked through tendons and exposed skin. They wouldn't die but it was clear they were pushing Kibano to a limit, and testing the boundary between the new Ryugoku...

And the old.


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Where? Kendo Dojo 2nd Floor
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            Relief filled Shizuka as Cold War did, in fact, answer her call. "Coco! There was an attack! I... I ran away and I'm safe, but I left Mikoto-kun to fight and I don't know for sure who it was or why and I just ran and now I feel guilty and I can't just leave him there," she spoke, words coming out in the same frantic rushed way in which her thoughts had been paced. She intended to say more, to ask Cold War to meet her and group and go make whoever had attacked them pay, because if anyone could exact vengeance, it would be the two of them as a team. But, she didn't exactly make it to that point before distraction struck in the form of one Murasaki Haru.

            She blinked, looking up at him and still holding the phone to her ear, struggling to focus on his words and the potential response from Cold War. Something about not panicking? And staying safe? Member holding his own? Was Mikoto-kun still okay!? Some hope washed over her, and she felt relieved in noticing Mairu, reaching out to with her free arm to pull the girl into a hug. "Mai-chan, you got out at the right time! And I worry... I have to keep you all safe! Safe, Mai-chan!" she said, forgetting for a bit that she still had her phone pressed to her ear and that she was still on the line with Cold War. Her attention shifted back to Murasaki as he mentioned 'one-man army'. Huh? Who was a one-man army? Ryugoku seemed to have a lot of people falling under that description...

            Upon noticing who said 'one-man army' was, the brunette's cheeks puffed up, though it was Mairu who stepped in front of her before she could place the girl behind her. She was too slow, too tired, to respond in the way Murasaki instructed. Rather, some stubborn part of her decided to stand her ground, fixing the Host Club President with what could have been very much considered a death glare. Exhausted, annoyed, defensive, she was not taking someone else speaking so poorly of one of her members and issuing threats. Especially an addition as recent as Mairu.

            "You won't be toying with anyone's body if I have any say," she shouted, frowning and about to reach for a card when remembering her phone and Cold War and oh... Oh dear, hopefully Coco hadn't heard this! Hopefully she wasn't worried! "Sorry Coco, distraction. I'm going to head back to the room though. I can't just leave Mikoto-kun!" she spoke into the phone before promptly hanging up and like that, she'd made up her mind. She wasn't cut out for the role of a chess king, running and hiding behind others. Guilt came too easily to her. But no sooner had she looked up, planning on summoning a weapon and dealing with Akira as quickly as possible than Murasaki had used himself as the equivalent of a bomb, flying toward them and effectively launching Akira out the window. Well, that was one way to take out trash...

            "Mura-kuuun, why are you so selfless and reckless?" she whined, although it was rather hypocritical coming from her. There was some relief to be found though in Mairu's following mention of getting the Music Club President somewhere safe. She'd been intending to instruct the girl to do just that and having her volunteer... Well, it saved time and confusion. Nodding in a silent promise that she'd be careful, she turned and hurried off in the direction of the club room.

            She was clearer-headed, perhaps more a matter of having gotten her thoughts in order and no longer being weighted down by doubt. She had a clear goal and the caffeine from earlier effectively beginning to kick in. She could do this.

            Or not. No sooner had she rounded the proper corner and gotten her cards in order than that final thought slid away. She stood, paralyzed at the sight. Of all people she could have pegged to come after her club, the Nightmare herself was not one of those people. There was no way Kibagami knew the nature of her abnormality. Kibagami was the sort to pay her no mind. Kibagami likely couldn't be bothered to remember the abnormality of some seemingly weak club president. So either she was just on a warpath or someone had informed her. She didn't know which was more terrifying, really... She swallowed, backing away and willing for now to be the moment when Cold War came charging in like the force of nature she needed. Nonetheless, some stupid sense of pride lingered, preventing her from running. If knocked down, she'd get up again. She'd done it in the past and she could do it again... She hoped...

            There was someone else there though, opening windows and taunting Yuna. Was he a friend or foe to the Art Club? Well, if he was taunting Yuna, he wasn't her ally at least. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend,' she thought before realizing, at last what Kibagami was dragging. Well, not what, but who. Shizuka trembled, not with fear as one would initially assume, but with rage. It was awful enough for this brat to come barging into her rooms and thrash her members about, but to drag Mikoto-kun so disgracefully-!? "How... How dare you!" she shouted, her usual presenting meekness and cheer gone. It was perhaps incredibly reckless of her, she should have saved the guns for Cold War. But rationality wasn't a thing right now, as she pulled out a card. Reaching into it and pulling, what seemed to be a handgun materialized with a faint shimmer and without hesitation, Shizuka took aim and fired several of the non-lethal shots at the object of her current wrath. It wouldn't maim or cause serious injury of course, but if they hit it'd probably hurt like hell, which was all that really mattered to Shizuka at that precise moment.

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            ↪ Unexpectedly, the Horse Riding Club President fled upwards. She could not imagine why. To gain the high ground advantage? But, as they passed the second floor and reached the third, he didn't camp the stairs, so that could not have been the case. Was he after the garden? No; although the Horde was known for vandalism, he didn't seem to be interested in the plants. From here, the outside of the dojo was visible through the greenhouse glass, but they were nonetheless protected against arrow volleys should the archers attempt to fire upon them. The only thing running up accomplished for him was to leave him cornered, surrounded by herself and Sanosuke as well as half of the core defenders.

            But, with just a whistle, she and Sanosuke were surrounded as well. More of the Horse Riding Club poured in through the stairway, immediately meeting Genbu and Seiryu squads in combat. The two contingents were more or less evenly matched, leaving her and Sanosuke free to attack their commander. Kurosawa Susumu. His pale skin and red eyes seemed unnatural, given the amount of sun he surely got. He was lean but toned, his muscles openly visible without a shirt to hide them. Sakurakouji raised her weapon calmly, ignoring his taunts. Certainly, he was a formidable foe, the president of one of the few clubs which could rival the Kendo Club, but neither her heart nor her sword wavered.

            On Sanosuke's cue, she followed immediately after, swerving to their opponent's left. While the other swordsman kept him occupied, she attempted to flank him, but he would not allow it. Rather than retaliating against Sanosuke, he seemed content to merely evade their attacks and reposition himself. Making sure that at no point where they themselves ever maneuvered into a poor position, Sakurakouji weaved around the shrubbery, stepping carefully over the azaleas, ducking underneath the thin branches of the cherry blossom trees, before emerging suddenly and with surprising speed at the Khan's side.

            Her sword moved like the wind, a couple of the falling cherry blossoms swept along the wake of her strikes, as she systematically closed the distance between them. She had spent many hours in the third floor gardens, meditating until she felt a connection with the universe itself. She could navigate its intricacies with her eyes closed. Then, it would come as no surprise that she chose to cut off Kurosawa's means of escape by forcing him to back towards the pond that made up the centerpiece of the Kendo Club's garden. It was not deep, but even ankle deep water could hinder his footing enough to allow Sanosuke to catch the elusive Khan.


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Hotaru Hideyoshi
President of the Kendo Club


Really, Hotaru didn’t know what to think of her words. He’d seen the initial denial coming, the polite tone coupled with that familiar of hers. It was a sight he’d seen countless times, and yet this was the first time that the look on her face almost brought a frown onto Hotaru’s own. Was she truly okay with the merger? Did she have no regrets? It was only now that Hotaru realized just how overly-perfect her expression was, how careful each and every gesture of hers was. She was acting as the president, and not as Ajisai Suzuran. For a moment he thought it’d all end then and there. She’d deny his fears, they’d continue on, and that’d be that. Meeting adjourned, they’d go back to their respective duties with their heads held high and fake little smiles planted upon their lips. Yet, just as he resigned himself to that fact, Ajisai spoke once more. He’d been preparing to a sip of tea, yet the cup would freeze mid-ascent as her voice rang.

“Ajisai-san…” Her careful-constructed smile vanished within an instant, the honeyed-words replaced instead by ones much less sweet. He’d assumed that she’d have at least some doubts in regards to the merger, yet to hear the words ‘I am apprehensive’ from her very own mouth made the whole thing feel all the more palpable. With a soft clink he’d set down half-empty cup of tea, expression neutral as he linked his fingers together and listened quietly. Though it was clear she didn’t intend them to be as such, Ajisai’s words felt like a punch to the gut. He knew the cons that’d come from such a merger, and yet Hotaru would admit he’d never been much of a thinker. Though he’d assumed that he’d gotten the gist of what was going on the Gardening Club President’s slowly made him realize the number of details that had eluded him. He’d focused too much on how the merger would affect them, he hadn’t considered the way it’d be viewed by the rest of the populace. Ajisai was right, the rest of the school body wouldn’t see it as a merger. For them it’d be no different than any other take-over, the Gardening Club would be no different than the countless other clubs Hotaru’s band had taken. They’d just be another name on the list.

He’d bite his lip, eyeing the swirling contents of his cup. Aware that Ajisai had stopped looking at him, Hotaru didn’t want to put her anymore on the spot. He wanted to interrupt, to say something that’d magically ease her doubts, and yet his mouth refused to budge. Between the two Ajisai had always been the one with the silver-tongue. Hands still interlinked, his knuckles turning pale, he’d continue to remain quiet as Ajisai went on to speak about the matter of title as well. It’d be enough to draw his eyes upwards, the placid look he’d worn faltering. A part of Hotaru had assumed, or rather had hoped, that such a detail wouldn’t have bothered her. Yet, in the end, Ajisai was just as human as he. He could hardly blame her. She’d worked tirelessly to ensure her club’s rise, no one deserved the title of president as much as she, and yet now it was about to be snatched away. To call it an injustice would’ve been like saying the ocean was slightly wet.

The ‘merger’ was a necessity, Hotaru told himself that there was no other way, and yet the more Ajisai talked the viler the whole idea seemed. It was a necessary evil, the only way that the two clubs could remain together. The words did little convince Hotaru however, teeth clenched as mind drifted back to the events of the budget meeting. Heshikiri spoke so cleanly, and yet the impact of his words was catastrophic. Had he felt any regret? Somehow Hotaru doubted that.

The shattering of porcelain drew Hotaru from his thoughts, eyes widening as he caught sight of the shattered bits of tea-cup. “A-Ajisai-san?” He rose to his feet, and yet she proved quicker. Frantically apologizing as she cleaned up shards and spilt tea Hotaru did little more than stare dumbly for a couple of moments. “I…” He close his eyes, taking a breath. “Ajisai-san, your concerns aren’t foolish.”

He’d take a step forward, bowing his head. “To be truthful I’m relieved to hear you speaking your mind. Like I said before, we need to know where each other stands. It’d hardly do to keep things bottled up.” Hotaru hesitated, swallowing. “…honestly, I’m of the same mind as you. I’ve always respected the Gardening Club, you’ve come to our aid more times than I can count. I’ve always sought to prove my own club worthy of such a wonderful bond, and yet now look at where we stand.” A bitterness crept into his voice, “It feels like I’ve taken a beautiful work of art and reduced it to naught more than scrap.”

Head rising his eyes fell upon Ajisai, fingers drumming nervously at his side. “For what it’s worth though, I promise you that the Gardening Club will rise again. I’m not really all that smart, so maybe this’ll sound hopelessly idealistic. Still, I’ll say it anyways.” He took a breath, “I don’t think Heshikiri-sama is omnipresent, I don’t think the school board is either. There has to be some sort of loophole, something that we can take advantage of to return things to how they were. It might take weeks, months even, but I’m sure we’ll find it eventually. Until then…”

There had to be something, right?

“…until then I promise that we’ll remain equals, titles be damned.” The words came out before he could even think twice, “You’ll find no one in either of our clubs who’ll disagree with such a statement. The rest of the school will realize that soon enough as well."


Location: Ryugoku Campus; Gardening Club
Company: Ajisai
Status: 100%
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