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(So is Tsuke-mono dead?)

Aiko gerts the maids to gather everyone in the secret room, outside of the mansion. The walls are lined with various canned goods and there are barrels, large barrels, of water. Once all her friends and maids are inside, she looks them all in. "Ok. Fukumi, Tsubaki, Tamiko, break out the fake...

Aiko goes red when the closet door opens. frozen, unsure what to do. When Tsuke-mono leaves, she looks over at Renzo. "To... to the hot tub?"

((It's one pool for both genders. I can do an actual post later))

When Renzo hugged her, Aiko couldn't help but cry harder. She didn't want him to let go when he did but she wasn't going to force herself onto him. She knew this had to be a pretty awkward situation to be in. When she finally settled down again all she could say was "don't tell anyone, alright?"

She keeps crying into his shoulder, though eventually she calms down enough to wipe her eyes and speak. "My parents... They died... I don't know what to do."

After she was sure everyone else was gone, she turned Renzo around and then fell into him, crying as she did so. "You idiot. You never texted." Is all she manages to say in between sobs

Aiko uses this moment of distraction to grab Renzo and pull him into another room... or a rather small closet it seemed. She waited a bit for the rest of the group to continue forward, her mouth over Renzo's to keep him from saying anything. They were close. Really really close. This closet was...

"You know we have money, Tamiko. You don't have to pay for things that way." Aiko rolls her eyes and starts walking. "Come on guys. I'll show you to the bathrooms so you can get changed."

Also, /r d1000

After all the commotion with Tsuke-mono, Aiko answers Fukumi with a rather vague "everything" and then leads everyone into the mansion. The jazz band is there in the foyer and starts playing as soon as they enter. "Hey Fukumi, Tsubaki, how long before Tamiko gets back? Also, can you call...

Lewd Aiko hears the banging and opens the trunk

((Nah the maids should only be around as needed. Occasionally they might come to the school for like, events where parents are involved, but besides that they'll rarely be there)) "Huh? The Hot tub time machine isn't ready yet?" Aiko frowns a bit. "I guess we'll have have to do something else...

((I do request that Maid rolls be allowed in here, as I think maid has honestly shifted to here instead of being a separate thing)) Aiko starts going through her texts during the drive. She doesn't notice that she's no longer her cheerful smiling self in front of everyone, as she's too focused...

"Great!" Aiko jumps in the limo and her maid gets back in and starts driving away. She felt a bit bad, though. Even though she wasn't really a fan of pickle girl, she really wished she could have invited her. She probably would have looved the pickle variety in the kitchen at home.

"Class is out though. We're having a party at my place. Want to come? There's going to be a hot tub time machine and a jazz band!"

"Nope. In fact, one of the maids should be driving today. Probably Tsubaki-mono. Usually they have the door open already unless it's her."

Aiko doesn't mind someone bumping into the limo. In fact, she smiles and points to it. "THAT'S how we're getting to my place"

Aiko looks at the thought bubble and laughs. "I guess we could have one of those." She sends another text message. "Well, any other requests?"

"Just a bit outside of the city. Is there anything you guys like doing?" Aiko inquired, feeling excited for the first time in days.

Except she doesn't, because Mr. Evil is my character, and he's out for the weekend. Aiko feels a bit embarrassed as they suggest hanging at one of their houses. Quite simply put, Aiko was rich. She had maids, lived in a mansion, was driven to school in a limo daily... She had always grown up...

The kunai hits Mr. Evil and he starts falling to the ground, but then in a poof of smoke, a log appears where Mr. Evil was. More kunai are thrown at Eiko and Renzo, followed by a fireball jutsu. Aiko is weaving hand signs nearby, preparing a jutsu of her own.

Mr. Evil, feeling ignored, Throws a kunai at Renzo's notebook, hoping to skewer it and destroy his ideas.

Mr. Evil stood on the stage of the auditorium, cackling like mad. "Darth Plagueis the wise you said? My my. No creativity among you lot. It seems I have no reason to worry about your pathetic play."

"What about the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the wise?" Aiko siggests, but suddenly the lights in the auditorium go out and a sinister laughter can be heard.

"We need something original. I suggest we write a tragedy." Aiko was still feeling pretty depressed about whatever it was earlier.

"Isn't that just the plot of Hamlet 2?" The angst could be heard in Aiko's voice

Aiko manages to save Eiko befire anything serious happens to her. Tsuke-Mono was going too far.

"I don't know. Probably something we're writing. Mr. Matsumoto wants it to be the best play written, correct? And Mr. Evil is probably writing something too." Aiko jumped down from the rafters and landed rather spectacularly on her feet. She walked up to Renzo and handed him an armband. "Here...

At the mom3nt, Aiko doesn't really have an opinion on what kind of show they should write. She was too busy brooding.

Aiko gets the text message but she doesn't respond to it. She was up in the rafters of the Auditorium already. She threw a kunai down in between Renzo's feet, a note tied to it. It read, "OK I guess." She was looking down at Renzo hoping he'd notice quick. Unfortunately, a couple of their...

"Look, Mr. Evil, I'm not having a good day today, got it? So I'd stop messing with people. Especially those in Mr. Matsumoto's class." Mr. Evil was still on the ground, holding himself but suddenly Mr. Evil himself turned into smoke. "A... A clone?" Aiko started looking around frantically...

Mr. Evil is no longer standing where he once was. Eiko suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. An ominous voice could be heard coming from the gym speakers "Well well well... Mr. Matsumoto has a few curve balls in his class. I say I am surp..." his words are cut short by a groan. The smoke clears...

Those who hadn't seen Mr Evil before would be able to tell by how evil he looked. He saw the kick coming and threw down a smoke bomb to escape.

Mr. Mustache swallow the pickle whole, then turns to see the Gym teacher is free. He grabs at his own neck and pulls off a mask, revealing himself to be... Mr. Evil.

"I'm the gym teacher, dammit. That man is an imposter!" The man yells to Riku. Mr. Mustache is able to avoid Tsuke-Mono's attack and meets it with one of his own. A gym Uniform. "Nudity is against school policy, young lady. Please. Put this on." But then he heard the real gym teacher yell...

Upon opening the door, a man with a gag in his mouth and ropes wrapped around his body falls forward. A quick look at Mr. Mustache will show Riku that Mr. Mustache had... a fake mustache. He was reattaching it to his face. What was going on?

After about 15 laps, Riku notices that the doors to the gym supply closet were shaking.

"And you've just earned yourself a detention. After school, this gym. Start running." Mr. Mustache walked away from Eiko and gathered tbe rest of the students, leaving the two runners alone.

Mr. Mustache stood there for a moment. If he had sunglasses on, he took them off. He leaned down and got right into Eiko's face, eyes piercing her soul. He didn't yell, but that just made him that much scarier. "You just earned yourself another 50 laps, missy. And one more wise crack like that...

"WELL MISSY YOU JUST MADE IT 100 FOR YOURSELF" Mr. Mustache blows his whistle and points to the track in the gym. Aiko leaves a blank paper on the desk.

"SO MR. MATSUMOTO HAS A COUPLE OF SMART MOUTH PERVERTS IN HIS CLASS? 50 LAPS AROUND THE GYM!" This particular gym was one of those gyms with an indoor track. 50 LAPS would be equivalent to 12.5 miles

"NOW. I WANT EVERYONE TO SEPARATE INTO TWO GROUPS. THOSE WHO HAVE MR. MATSUMOTO AS THEIR HOMEROOM TEACHER, AND THOSE WHO DON'T?! Mr. Mustache blew his wistle to signify he expected the class to carry out is instructions right at that moment.

Aiko had decided to turn in nothing as her short story. A blank sheet of paper. She was in no mood to write and she especially didn't want to write about a tragedy. She was living in one. Mr. Mustache leaned over Riku, "IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO? WE'RE GOING TO WHIP YOU INTO SHAPE YOUNG MAN...

What a perfect lesson for the day. Matsumoto sure had a way of choosing the right things to be wrong about. Aiko squeezed her arms a bit and she decided not to even listen to the lesson today. Meanwhile, in the Gym. A man was standing over Riku and looking down at him. He was wearing gym...

She added his number to her phone and the buried her head back into her arms, feeling a little better that someone asked her what was wrong.

"Yeah. Thanks Renzo." Aiko managed to say softly. She writes her phone number on the paper and sends it back to him, and adds to it"Can you send this back with yours once you add mine?"

Through her crying, she almost doesn't feel the note being left on her arm. She sits up a little, tears streaming down her cheeks, and reads the note. She keeps looking down, holding the note in her lap. The paper crumples in her hands a bit as a sudden surge of emotion rushes into her again...

Aiko saw Renzo walk in and she buried her head in her arms more, hiding herself from him, this time her crying a little more audible. A couple other classmates turned to face her for a moment before turining back around and letter her cry. No one seemed to want to know what was wrong with her.

Aiko spent all of her next class in the back, silently crying and unaware of what the teacher was saying. Her phone was in her hand, gripped tightly, and her schoolwork was soaked with her tears. She wasn't sure if anyone really noticed her, but she didn't really want anyone to either. She just...