Wanderers of Sorceria 

Anthology 1

Tales featuring Mizuki, Shizuka, and their friends.

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## The Trick Needs Time to Breathe

The circus tent was hushed, the vibrant energy of the crowd replaced by the focused intensity of rehearsal. Mizuki and Mr. Lector stood center stage, a stark contrast in their formal stage attire. She in her sleek black leotard and tuxedo top, and he in his impeccably tailored suit.

"I think we should try something new," Mizuki suggested, her voice filled with a nervous excitement.

Mr. Lector paused, considering her proposal. He knew when Mizuki got an idea in her head, it was best to let her run with it. "Perhaps after the show," he replied diplomatically.

Mizuki pouted. "But it's so perfect! With this new spell, we can switch places in an instant!"

Mr. Lector chuckled. "Alright, let's see what you've got."

With a determined glint in her eye, Mizuki concentrated. A surge of energy coursed through her, and for a moment, the air seemed to shimmer. Then, in a blink of an eye, something strange happened.

Mr. Lector was now in Mizuki's leotard and tights, his perfectly tailored suit adorning Mizuki's slim frame. The switch was complete, down to the last detail. Instead of switching places, they merely switched their clothes.

Mizuki's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Mr. Lector in her clothes. His usually immaculate appearance was now disrupted by the form-fitting leotard, accentuating his physique in a way that was both unexpected and undeniably attractive. 

Her surprise was quickly followed by amusement. "Well, that's one way to change clothes," she said, trying to hide her laughter.

Mr. Lector, on the other hand, was frozen in place, his face a mask of shock and embarrassment. He looked down at his attire, his eyes widening in disbelief. "My pants," he muttered under his breath.

Mizuki couldn't help but laugh. Her eyes were fixated on his legs, encased in her black tights, long and lean. "You look...  good," she managed to say between giggles.

Mr. Lector's face turned a deeper shade of red. He quickly covered himself with his hands and looked at Mizuki pleadingly. "Can you... fix this?"

Mizuki, still giggling, nodded and focused. With another surge of energy, the clothes switched back. Relief washed over Mr. Lector as he adjusted his suit.

"Perhaps we should save this trick for another day," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Mizuki wiped a tear from her eye. "Definitely," she agreed, still chuckling.

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## Modeling Job

Shizuka wandered the bustling city streets, a world away from the chaos of monster hunting. With a rumbling stomach, she scanned the area for a suitable lunch spot when a voice interrupted her.

"Excuse me, young lady," a well-dressed man approached her, his smile warm and inviting. "You have a remarkable look."

Shizuka, accustomed to being the center of attention for the wrong reasons, bristled. But something about the man's demeanor was different. There was an air of confidence and authority about him that intrigued her.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested," she replied, turning to walk away.

The man, undeterred, held up a business card. "Please, hear me out. I'm a talent scout for a prestigious modeling agency."

Curiosity piqued, Shizuka took the card. The name on it was indeed that of a reputable agency.

"I know it sounds sudden, but I'm in a bit of a bind. A model backed out at the last minute, and you fit the physical requirements perfectly. I'm offering a generous fee for a one-time job."

Shizuka hesitated. The idea of modeling was appealing. It was a world away from clowns and pie fights. And the promise of easy money was tempting. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, she agreed.

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The modeling agency was everything Shizuka had imagined and more. Sleek, modern, and filled with people who looked like they stepped out of a magazine. But her excitement quickly turned to confusion when she was handed a lobster costume.

"What is this?" she demanded, her voice rising.

The agent chuckled nervously. "It's for a new campaign. We need someone to be the mascot for a new lobster meal promotion. It's just for a few hours, I promise."

Shizuka's temper flared. This was not the glamorous modeling career she had envisioned. But the promise of the hefty paycheck made her reconsider.

She eyed the costume with a mix of suspicion and grudging amusement. It wasn't exactly what she had in mind when she dreamed of modeling, but at least it was... unique.

The base was a bright yellow leotard, stretchy and surprisingly comfortable. Over it went a skintight red bodysuit that clung to her curves in a way that was undeniably flattering. Her feet were encased in knee-high red boots, complete with tiny, shiny red high heels. On her hands, large red oven mitts with cartoon lobster claws sprouted, oversized and strangely adorable.

The real kicker was the lobster tail. It was a plush, crimson appendage that attached to her lower back, swaying comically with every step. Shizuka had to admit, it was kind of cute, the way it bounced with a cartoonish wiggle. Finally, two fuzzy, red antennae sprouted from a headband perched on her head, completing the bizarre ensemble.

While far from the sophisticated modeling career she'd imagined, there was a certain goofy charm to it, and Shizuka couldn't help but crack a smirk. It might be a total embarrassment, but at least she wouldn't fade into the background.

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The event was held at a local fair. As the lobster mascot, Shizuka was subjected to a barrage of taunts and a dunk tank, where fairgoers could pay to dunk the lobster in a bucket of "butter" - a harmless yellow liquid that looked disgusting, but was clearly just colored water.

Clad in the lobster costume, Shizuka sat perched atop a simple plank, her human form obscured beneath the cartoonish facade. The summer sun beat down mercilessly, amplifying the discomfort of the costume. Yet, a perverse thrill coursed through her. This was a game, a twisted performance, and she was the star.

Her role was simple: to be the object of ridicule. To provoke laughter, to be the butt of the joke. And she relished it. As each fairgoer stepped up to the platform, armed with three baseballs, a wicked grin would spread across her face. With exaggerated gestures and theatrical poses, she would taunt her opponents, promising them a watery demise.

"Is that all you've got?" she'd sneer. "Come on, big shot, show me what you're made of!"

The crowd roared with laughter, their anticipation building. The contestant took aim and threw. Miss. The crowd groaned in sympathy. Shizuka's smirk widened.

"Pathetic," she mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Contestant after contestant stepped up, each one determined to dunk the arrogant lobster. But Shizuka proved to be an elusive target, her taunts growing more and more outrageous with each miss.

The crowd loved it. Their cheers and jeers fueled her performance, transforming the mundane act of being dunked into a grand spectacle. Each missed throw was a victory, a testament to her ability to provoke and amuse.

Finally, a particularly determined-looking man stepped up. He took aim, and with a satisfying thunk, the ball hit the target. The crowd erupted in cheers as Shizuka plummeted into the tank.

But this was not the end of the show. Shizuka emerged from the water, her movements exaggerated, her face contorted in mock despair. She lifted her chin dramatically, her lobster claws flailing. "How could you?" she wailed in mock outrage. "I'm a delicate creature!"

The crowd roared with laughter, their eyes glued to the over-the-top performance. Shizuka had become the star of the show, the villain they loved to hate.

There was a certain freedom in this absurdity. In the anonymity of the lobster costume, she was no longer Shizuka, the serious demon hunter. She was a caricature, a clown, a puppet master pulling the strings of the crowd's emotions. And in that moment, as the cold water washed over her, she felt a strange sense of liberation.

----

Shizuka stepped into her apartment, the weight of the lobster costume heavy on her shoulders, both literally and figuratively. The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, from initial excitement to utter humiliation. The lobster suit, despite its absurdity, had a certain charm to it, so she got to work at cleaning it.

After she had received her hefty paycheck she learned the reason behind her unusual modeling gig. The original model had backed out at the last minute, refusing to wear the lobster costume. The agency, faced with a tight deadline and a custom-made outfit, had desperately needed a replacement. Shizuka, with her similar build, had been their only option to salvage the situation. She had done a well enough job that the agent offered to keep in touch, and even allowed her to keep the lobster costume, although Shizuka suspected it was because they had no confidence they could find another model willing to wear it.

A part of her felt flattered that she was the only one who could fill the role. But another part of her was filled with a strange sense of pride. She had done something completely out of her comfort zone, and she had survived.

With the costume clean and surprisingly soft, Shizuka hung it in her closet. It was a bizarre addition to her wardrobe, a stark contrast to her usual loose, practical clothing. But as she looked at it, a strange sense of amusement washed over her. Maybe there would be a time when she would wear it again. 

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## With Friends Like These

The glow of the gaming consoles painted the room in an electric hue, casting long, distorted shadows of the four friends engrossed in their virtual battle. Shizuka, controller gripped tightly in her hands, was in her element. The rhythmic clicks of buttons and the occasional, triumphant shout filled the room.

"Yes! Take that!" she crowed, her character executing a devastating final blow.

Ziel groaned, his avatar exploding in a shower of pixels. "You're getting cocky, Shizuka," he grumbled.

"What can I say? I'm just too good," she retorted, a smug grin spreading across her face.

"Well, I'm not backing down," he challenged. "Best out of three!"

Kanna observed the exchange with a serene expression. "Perhaps a wager is in order," she suggested, her voice carrying an undercurrent of mischief.

"Oh?" Ziel raised an eyebrow, a spark of competitiveness igniting in his eyes. "And what would that be?"

"The loser must wear a ballerina outfit," Kanna suggested, her voice dripping with honeyed malice.

A collective gasp filled the room. Shizuka's triumphant grin faltered, while Ziel's face turned a shade of crimson. "You're on," he said.

Emboldened, Kanna turned to Shion sitting next to her. "We should do it in teams! Me and Shizuka, and Ziel and Shion."

Shion sighed in resignation. "I don't see why I'm involved in this," he protested, but a hint of amusement was evident in his voice.

"Because," Kanna replied with a sweet smile, "it would be a shame to waste such a perfect opportunity."

With a reluctant nod, Shion joined the fray. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the camaraderie replaced by a fierce competitive spirit.

The controller vibrated in Shizuka's hands, a rhythmic pulse mirroring the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She and Kanna were a formidable duo, their strategies honed to perfection. Victory was within their grasp.

Ziel, on the other hand, was a different story. His usual nonchalance had been replaced by a focused intensity, his hands moving with a speed and precision that was unnerving. Shion, caught in the crossfire, was a silent observer, his face a mask of indifference.

The first game was a fierce battle, a back-and-forth exchange that left the players breathless. In the end, it was Shizuka and Kanna who emerged victorious, their cheers echoing through the room.

The second game was a different story. Ziel and Shion, fueled by the sting of defeat, fought with a ferocity that caught Shizuka and Kanna off guard. The tables turned, and it was Shizuka and Kanna who found themselves on the losing end.

The final game was a tense standoff. The players were locked in a battle of wits and reflexes, each move calculated, each decision critical. In the end, it was Ziel who delivered the final blow, his character emerging triumphant from the digital battlefield.

A deafening silence fell over the room. Shizuka and Kanna exchanged stunned glances. They had been so confident of their victory. Ziel, on the other hand, erupted in a fit of laughter, his earlier tension evaporating like morning mist. Shion, who had been quiet the whole time, let out a relieved sigh.

"Looks like someone owes me a ballerina outfit," he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

Shizuka and Kanna exchanged a glance, their resolve wavering. They had underestimated their opponents, and now they were faced with the consequences of their hubris.

With a heavy sigh, Shizuka stood up. "Fine," she said. "We'll do it."

Kanna added, "But don't expect us to look pretty."

Ziel and Shion exchanged a high-five, their victory complete. As Shizuka and Kanna disappeared from the gaming room to change, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The night was far from over.

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Shizuka and Kanna found themselves in a whirlwind of tulle and ribbons. Kanna's room, usually a sanctuary of order, was now a chaotic battlefield of pink and white. Dresses, tutus, and an assortment of accessories were strewn across the floor, a testament to their desperate search for the perfect ballerina outfit.

"I can't believe I actually owned this," Kanna muttered, holding up a tiny pink tutu.

Shizuka stifled a laugh. "You were so cute," she teased.

Kanna glared at her playfully. "Shut up."

Their search was proving to be more difficult than they had anticipated. Kanna's growth spurt had outpaced her wardrobe, and most of her ballet attire was now more suited for her adolescent self than a teenager.

"I don't think anything is going to fit," Shizuka sighed, dropping a particularly small tutu back into the chest.

"Come on," Kanna said, her voice filled with determination. "We can make it work."

Their search continued, a mix of laughter and frustration. Eventually, they managed to find two outfits that were somewhat suitable. Shizuka's was a pale pink tutu with a matching leotard and white tights, while Kanna opted for a classic white tutu with a blue ribbon and flesh color tights, adjusting the straps holding it together with safety pins.

"I used to do ballet for years," Kanna confessed. "I was terrible at it, though. The recitals were horrible. I dropped it as soon as I could so I could focus on my real training."

Shizuka smiled. "I took ballet lessons too, but for technique, not performance."

"It's great exercise," Kanna agreed. "It helped build up those muscles."

As they stood before the mirror, their reflections a stark contrast to their usual attire, they couldn't help but burst out laughing. The outfits were clearly too small, the tutus riding up their thighs and the leotards clinging uncomfortably to their bodies. But somehow, it was endearing.

"We look ridiculous," Shizuka gasped, wiping away a tear of laughter.

Kanna grinned. "But in a fabulous way," she retorted.

With a shared look, they decided to embrace the absurdity of the situation. Shizuka began to twirl, the tutu flaring out around her. Kanna joined in, their laughter filling the room.

"We should do this for the boys," Kanna suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Shizuka's eyes lit up. "Absolutely," she replied.

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The gaming room was transformed into a makeshift stage, the spotlight of embarrassment aimed squarely at Shizuka and Kanna. Clad in their ill-fitting outfits, they stood before Ziel and Shion, a mixture of bravado and terror etched on their faces.

Ziel couldn't resist a teasing remark. "Well, this is certainly a sight for sore eyes," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Shizuka glared at him, but a blush crept up her cheeks. Kanna, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the attention, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"What do you think?" Kanna asked, twirling around in her tutu.

Shion's gaze lingered on Shizuka, his eyes wide with a mix of amusement and something else. Kanna noticed the intensity of his stare and elbowed her friend playfully.

"Any requests?" Shizuka asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Ziel, seizing the opportunity, grinned. "How about a little song and dance routine?"

Kanna groaned while Shizuka's face turned a deeper shade of pink. But there was no backing out now.

With a deep breath, they began to sing. Their voices, untrained and off-key, created a cacophony that was both hilarious and endearing. The lyrics, a simple children's song, were butchered beyond recognition, their attempts at harmony as disastrous as their dance moves.

Shion and Ziel, initially amused, were soon doubled over with laughter. Their attempts to contain themselves were futile, their bodies shaking with uncontrollable mirth. Shizuka and Kanna, mortified but unable to stop, continued their performance, their movements becoming increasingly chaotic and absurd.

In the end, the laughter was infectious. The embarrassment, the absurdity, the sheer joy of it all - it was a moment frozen in time, a memory they would cherish for years to come.

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The dining table was set with an elegance that belied the chaos that had preceded it. Kanna's maids, a silent and efficient duo, moved through the room like shadows, their presence a constant reminder of their mistress's privileged upbringing. Shizuka and Kanna, still clad in their ill-fitting ballerina outfits, sat across from Ziel and Shion, their earlier antics a distant memory.

Ziel, ever the commentator, broke the silence. "Well, that was certainly a spectacle," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "You two make a convincing pair of ballerinas. A cautionary tale for all of us."

Shizuka rolled her eyes. "It was just a game," she retorted, her voice laced with a touch of defensiveness.

Kanna sighed dramatically. "The humiliation," she proclaimed, her hand fluttering dramatically to her chest.

"You both looked... cute," Shion said, throwing his hat into the conversation.

Kanna's head snapped up, her eyes wide with surprise. "Cute?" she echoed, her tone laced with disbelief.

"Very," Shion confirmed, his gaze lingering on Shizuka.

Shizuka felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She had never been described as cute before. It was a foreign concept, one that she was still struggling to process.

"I'm the Student Council President," Kanna said defiantly, standing up from her seat in dramatic fashion. "I'm a benevolent dictator, and everyone will love me for that, not for being cute!"

Suddenly, with a sharp ping, a safety pin flew off Kanna's outfit and soared through the air. It landed with a clatter on the polished wooden floor.

The room fell silent. Everyone's eyes followed the trajectory of the wayward pin. Kanna's face turned a shade of crimson as she realized the extent of her wardrobe malfunction.

"I... uh..." she stammered, her hand moving to cover herself discreetly.

Shizuka, unable to contain herself, burst out laughing. Even Ziel and Shion, despite their best efforts, couldn't suppress their amusement.

"I'll be right back," Kanna muttered as she rushed from the room.

As the door closed behind her, the laughter erupted once more. They had survived the embarrassment of the ballerina outfits, but it seemed that the universe had one final laugh at Kanna's expense.

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## The Price of Success

The soft glow of the living room lamp cast long shadows across the room, creating an intimate atmosphere. Mizuki and Mr. Lector sat side by side on the couch, their bodies close but their minds engaged in a serious conversation.

"Our act is going well," Mr. Lector began, his voice filled with a mix of pride and concern. "The crowds are loving it."

Mizuki smiled. She had never imagined she would be a magician, let alone a star attraction. Their life together had been a whirlwind of unexpected turns, and she wouldn't change a thing.

"I'm glad," she replied, taking his hand in hers.

"But," Mr. Lector continued, his tone shifting, "there's been some talk."

Mizuki's smile faded. "Talk?"

"Jealousy," Mr. Lector explained. "The other performers... they feel overshadowed."

Mizuki was taken aback. "But our act is different," she protested. "It's not like we're stealing their thunder."

Mr. Lector shook his head. "It's not about stealing," he said gently. "It's about pride. Every performer wants their moment in the spotlight. And right now, it feels like we're hogging it."

Mizuki understood what he was saying. She had always been focused on their act, on their partnership. She hadn't considered the impact of their success on the rest of the circus.

"Maybe they need to step up their game," she suggested.

Mr. Lector smiled wryly. "Easier said than done. They don't have a woman who can use real magic to help them."

Mizuki realized the truth in his words. Without a skilled magician to make the impossible possible, the other performers were at a disadvantage.

"We should talk to them," she said, her voice firm. "See if there's anything we can do to help."

Mr. Lector nodded. "Perhaps we can share some of what we've learned. Give them a boost."

As they sat in silence, planning their next steps, Mizuki felt a renewed sense of purpose. Their success shouldn't come at the expense of their fellow performers. It was time to share the magic.

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## Lolita Makeover

Shizuka found herself wandering through Harajuku, a district known for its distinct street culture. Its vibrant energy was a stark contrast to the serene atmosphere she was accustomed to. As she meandered through the crowds, she couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment, like an observer in a world not her own.

Then, she saw a group of girls, their appearance a dazzling explosion of color and whimsy. Their dresses were a riot of lace, ribbons, and bows, and their accessories were as intricate as they were adorable. They moved with a confidence and grace that was both alluring and intimidating.

Shizuka stopped, her gaze fixed on the group. She had never seen anything like it. This was a world entirely alien to her, yet strangely captivating.

One of the girls noticed her staring and approached with a friendly smile. "Hi there!" she said, her voice sweet and melodic. "You're staring."

Shizuka blushed, feeling a surge of embarrassment. She had inadvertently closed the gap through her staring, and must have come off as rude. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I've never seen anything like this before. You look so enchanting."

The girl laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're in for a treat then!" she exclaimed. "We're Lolita fashion enthusiasts."

Shizuka nodded, still processing the information. "It's... amazing," she managed to say.

The girl smiled. "We're having a little gathering later, if you'd like to join us. We could show you around."

Shizuka hesitated. She was out of her element, surrounded by people who seemed to belong to a world she knew nothing about. But there was a part of her that was curious, a part of her that wanted to experience something new.

With a deep breath, she nodded. "I'd like that," she said.

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Shizuka stood on the precipice of a new world. The Lolita girls, a whirlwind of excitement and color, were already pulling her towards a boutique overflowing with frills and lace. She felt a strange mix of trepidation and exhilaration. This was a far cry from her usual attire, but there was a part of her that yearned for something different.

The boutique was a wonderland of pastels and delicate fabrics. Shizuka, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of options, stood frozen in place. The girls, sensing her hesitation, swooped in, their fingers dancing over the racks. Within minutes, they had selected a dress - a classic Sweet Lolita style in a soft shade of lavender, inspired by Shizuka's lilac locks. The dress was adorned with intricate lace and delicate embroidery, and it fell gracefully to Shizuka's knees.

To complement the dress, the girls chose a pair of white knee-high socks with lace cuffs and a pair of brown Mary Jane shoes with a modest heel. For accessories, they selected a matching lavender headband adorned with a satin bow, a delicate lace parasol, and a small, heart-shaped locket. Her lilac hair, usually pulled back in a practical ponytail, cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves.

With Shizuka dressed, the transformation was complete. The once stoic and serious Shizuka was now a vision of ethereal beauty. The lavender dress accentuated her pale complexion, and the Lolita style softened her sharp features. The headband accentuated her lilac hair, framing her face in a halo of soft color. The parasol, held delicately in her hand, added an air of mystery and elegance.

Shizuka was no longer the solitary warrior, but a delicate porcelain doll brought to life. The world around her seemed to shimmer with a new light, and she felt a strange sense of exhilaration. This was a world she had never known existed, a world of fantasy and enchantment.

As she turned to face the Lolita girls, their eyes widened in delight. They had expected a transformation, but this exceeded their wildest expectations. Shizuka, the quiet, reserved outsider, had blossomed into a vision of Lolita elegance.

"You look amazing!" one of the girls exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Shizuka blushed, a delicate pink hue tinting her cheeks. She felt a flutter of self-consciousness, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of pride. She had stepped outside her comfort zone, and the result was nothing short of magical.

For the first time in a long time, Shizuka felt truly seen.

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Shizuka stepped into her apartment, the remnants of the Lolita world clinging to her. The dress, once a symbol of a foreign culture, now felt like a part of her. As she stood before the mirror, she couldn't help but admire her reflection. The girl staring back at her was a stranger, yet undeniably herself.

The world of Lolita fashion had opened up a new dimension for her. It was a world of color, of intricate details, of a delicate beauty that resonated with her soul. She had learned about the different subcultures within Lolita fashion, from the sweet and dreamy Classic Lolita to the gothic elegance of Gothic Lolita. It was a world of endless possibilities, a world where she could express herself without limitations.

She took out her phone and snapped a selfie. The image on the screen was a stark contrast to her usual, austere self. The delicate lace, the soft colors, the ethereal aura - it was like looking at a different person. A part of her wanted to erase the photo, to pretend this never happened. But another part of her, a part she didn't know existed, was drawn to it.

With a heavy heart, she began to undress, the Lolita fashion slowly giving way to her usual attire. As she hung the dress in her closet, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was saying goodbye to a part of herself. But she knew that this was just the beginning. There would be other opportunities to explore this world, other chances to dress up and feel like a princess.

As she climbed into bed, she sent the photo to Mizuki. A part of her hesitated, wondering how her sister would react. But then she remembered the look of wonder in Mizuki's eyes when she had first seen her in the demon hunter outfit. Maybe this would surprise her in a similar way.

Drifting off to sleep, she dreamed of a world filled with lace, ribbons, and tea parties, a world where she was no longer just Shizuka, the demon hunter, but also Shizuka, the Lolita.

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## A Piece of My World

The forest was a cathedral of green, sunlight filtering through the canopy in dappled patches. In its heart, a secluded clearing held a spectacle that defied the laws of nature. Mizuki, surrounded by an aura of tranquility, was engaged in an intimate communion with her summoned creature.

Towering over her was a scorpion, not the venomous arachnid of mortal fear, but a creature of ethereal beauty. Its exoskeleton shimmered with an iridescent glow, and its multiple eyes held a wisdom that belied its predatory nature. It was a bond forged in the crucible of their shared existence, a connection that transcended words.

As she reached out to stroke its carapace, a familiar voice broke the spell. "Mizuki?"

Startled, she turned to find Mr. Lector standing at the edge of the clearing. His face was a mask of astonishment, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Honey," Mizuki breathed, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

The giant scorpion, sensing the intruder, tilted its head, its multiple eyes focusing on Mr. Lector. Its stance shifted, a subtle warning.

"Perhaps you should step back," Mr. Lector suggested, his voice betraying a hint of fear.

Mizuki laughed nervously. "He won't hurt you," she assured him, her hand resting gently on the scorpion's back.

Mr. Lector exchanged a doubtful glance between Mizuki and the creature. The scorpion, sensing his hesitation, lowered its stance, a gesture of appeasement.

"It's... impressive," Mr. Lector managed to say, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and fear.

Mizuki smiled. "I know," she replied, pride evident in her voice. "We've grown quite close."

Mr. Lector nodded, his gaze shifting between Mizuki and the creature. "You've always had a way with the supernatural," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Mizuki blushed. "I suppose," she replied, her voice soft. "Ever since I left that world behind, I needed to make sure to take time to bond with my summoned creatures." She patted the giant scorpion lovingly. "This one is my favorite."

Mr. Lector stepped closer, his curiosity overcoming his fear. "May I?" he asked, gesturing towards the scorpion.

Mizuki hesitated, then nodded. "Be careful," she warned.

With a deep breath, Mr. Lector extended his hand, his palm facing the creature. The scorpion tilted its head, its multiple eyes studying the human. Slowly, it lowered its stinger, a gesture of trust.

Mr. Lector's hand hovered over the creature, his fingers trembling slightly. Finally, he touched the carapace, a gentle caress. The scorpion responded with a soft hum, a sound that vibrated through the air.

Mizuki watched the interaction with a mixture of pride and amusement. Her husband, the fearless magician, had faced his fear and emerged victorious. 

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## Kanna's Day Off

The mansion was a gilded cage. Its walls, though adorned with opulence, imprisoned Kanna. The head maid, a woman with a face etched with stern lines, was a constant shadow, a reminder of her gilded captivity. Today, the urge to break free was overwhelming.

Kanna paced her room, a restless energy propelling her. Flower arranging, a pastime usually enjoyed, had become a monotonous chore. She yearned for the vibrant chaos of the outside world, to be young and free and mess around with her friends.

A plan formed. It was daring, impulsive, and undeniably Kanna. She needed a distraction, a decoy. Her gaze fell upon Haruka, her personal attendant, a girl with a heart as warm as the summer sun.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Kanna summoned Haruka. The girl entered, her blonde bob bouncing with each step. Her maid uniform, wrinkle-free and freshly-scented, looked impeccable on her. Kanna studied her, assessing the feasibility of her plan. Haruka, with her youthful energy and a spirit as free as a bird, seemed like the perfect candidate.

"Haruka," Kanna began, her voice laced with a hint of mischief, "I have a proposition."

Haruka's eyes widened. Propositions from Lady Kanna were never ordinary. "Yes, Lady Kanna?" she replied, her voice a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"I need you to do something for me," Kanna said, a conspiratorial tone creeping into her voice. "I need your clothes."

Haruka's eyes widened in disbelief. "Lady Kanna, that's not appropriate."

"Nonsense," Kanna retorted, "it's just for a little fun. No one will notice."

Haruka hesitated, her loyalty to Lady Kanna battling with her sense of duty. The idea of seeing her wearing the maid's uniform was both thrilling and terrifying.

"I promise nothing will happen," Kanna assured her, her voice dripping with false sincerity.

With a final glance at Kanna, Haruka nodded. The plan was in motion.

As Kanna slipped into the maid's uniform, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The black dress, with its crisp lines and practical design, was a stark contrast to her usual attire. The white frills at the collar and cuffs added a touch of femininity, while the thigh-high stockings and Mary Jane shoes provided a surprising amount of comfort. While the skirt was shorter than she would have liked, it offered her unparalleled freedom of momement her fancy kimonos never offered her.

"How do I look?" she asked.

Haruka, standing behind her in nothing but her underwear, gave a slow nod, as if searching for the appropriate response. "You look like a maid, Lady Kanna."

With a final glance in the mirror, Kanna straightened her collar and took a deep breath. The world beyond the mansion walls awaited.

----

Kanna tiptoed through the mansion, her heart pounding in her chest. The maid's uniform felt foreign yet oddly comfortable. She was a ghost in her own home, a secret infiltrator in a world she knew intimately.

The other maids, accustomed to her imperious demeanor, stared at her with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Kanna ignored their gazes, focusing on her mission. She had to reach the front door without being caught.

As she approached the grand entrance hall, she braced herself for the inevitable encounter with the head maid. The woman was a formidable figure, her stern gaze capable of reducing the most rebellious spirit to submission.

"Excuse me," the head maid greeted her, her voice laced with a hint of amusement, "where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Kanna's heart skipped a beat. She had to think fast. "Lady Kanna bade me to procure oranges from the market," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

The head maid raised an eyebrow. "Oranges? We have plenty in the pantry."

Kanna's mind raced. She couldn't back down now. "But Lady Kanna insists on fresh ones," she lied, her voice rising in pitch.

A smirk crept across the head maid's face. "Very well," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I shall send someone else."

Kanna's heart sank. She was cornered.

"But-" she began, her voice trailing off.

"Perhaps," the head maid interrupted, "you could clean the swimming pool. It's been neglected."

Kanna's eyes widened in horror. The swimming pool was a vast, open expanse of blue, a daunting task even for the strongest of servants. But as she met the head maid's amused gaze, she realized she had no choice. She was certain she was being reprimanded for her ill-conceived runaway princess plan.

"Yes, ma'am," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

----

Kanna stood at the edge of the swimming pool, a daunting expanse of blue stretching before her. Armed with a long-handled brush and a bucket of cleaning solution, she felt woefully unprepared. The head maid had warned her that the pool was in dire need of attention, a fact that was becoming increasingly apparent with each passing moment. It was well-known in the mansion that none of the staff liked cleaning the swimming pool.

As she pondered her next move, a familiar figure emerged from the mansion. It was Haruka, dressed in a spare maid uniform that was slightly too big for her.

"Haruka," Kanna exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and relief. "What are you doing here?"

Haruka gave her a wry smile. "I believe Grandmother is punishing me for aiding and abetting your escape, Lady Kanna," she replied, her voice laced with a touch of amusement.

Kanna felt a pang of guilt. She had dragged Haruka into her mess, getting her in trouble with her grandmother, the head maid. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely.

Haruka waved her hand dismissively. "It's not a big deal," she replied. "Besides, it's kind of exciting."

Kanna couldn't help but smile. At least she wasn't going to face her punishment alone.

"Do you know how to clean a pool?" Kanna asked, her voice filled with desperation.

Haruka nodded, a confident smile spreading across her face. "I've helped with this before," she said. "Let me show you."

With a newfound sense of determination, Kanna watched as Haruka demonstrated the proper technique. But Kanna, impatient by nature, couldn't resist the urge to take over. With a flourish, she grabbed the brush and began scrubbing with reckless abandon.

The next moment, she was underwater. The force of her scrubbing had sent her tumbling into the pool. Haruka, caught off guard, followed her in a splash of water.

As they resurfaced, sputtering and laughing, Haruka shook her head. "Perhaps it's best if I handle this," she said, her voice filled with amusement.

Kanna, sputtering and spluttering, could only nod in agreement. She couldn't help but laugh. The absurdity of the situation was too much to bear.

----

Haruka stood guard over Kanna's phone, a silent sentinel in the room that housed Kanna's latest activity. The air was thick with the scent of flowers, a testament to Kanna's latest task. Haruka, armed with a damp cloth and a stern expression, was tasked with the unenviable job of keeping the princess's phone free from harm.

A ping interrupted the tranquility of the room. A text message. Curiosity piqued, Haruka dared a glance at the screen. The name 'Shizuka' appeared, a stark contrast to the usual frivolous messages that adorned the phone's display.

The message read: "Hey, Kanna. Busy?"

A smile crept across Haruka's face. Shizuka, the enigmatic demon hunter, seeking out the princess. It was a bizarre and fascinating dynamic. With a quick tap of her finger, she replied, "Lady Kanna is currently occupied with flower arrangements."

She lowering Lady Kanna's phone, expecting that to be the end of it, but the reply came almost immediately: "Can I come over?"

Haruka's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Shizuka wanted to spend time arranging flowers with Lady Kanna?

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Haruka typed out her response: "Lady Kanna would be delighted to have you."

----

Shizuka arrived at the mansion, her heart pounding with anticipation. The grand edifice, with its imposing facade and manicured gardens, was a world away from the gritty urban landscape she was accustomed to. As she stepped through the imposing double doors, she was greeted by a familiar face.

Haruka, the maid, stood in the foyer, a mix of amusement and mischief dancing in her eyes. "Shizuka," she greeted, her voice filled with a mock formality. "Lady Kanna is expecting you."

Shizuka followed Haruka through the labyrinthine halls, her mind racing. She had expected to be met with skepticism, perhaps even hostility. But Haruka's welcoming demeanor was unexpected, almost comforting.

They arrived at Haruka's room, a space that was fairly modest compared to the rest of the mansion. Shizuka paused at the doorway, unsure where the maid was going with this.

"I have something for you," Haruka said, gesturing towards a wardrobe.

Shizuka raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. As she approached the wardrobe, she was presented with a maid's uniform, identical to the one Haruka was wearing. A blush crept up her cheeks. She was being roped into a plan, and she had no idea what to expect.

With a mix of trepidation and amusement, Shizuka changed into the uniform. The dress, with its crisp lines and practical design, felt foreign yet strangely comfortable. The white frills at the collar and cuffs added a touch of femininity, while the thigh-high stockings and Mary Jane shoes provided a surprising amount of comfort.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile. She was a far cry from the demon hunter she was accustomed to, but there was a certain charm to this new persona. The reflection staring back at her was a stranger, yet undeniably herself.

Haruka, watching Shizuka's transformation with amusement, reached for a wig from the wardrobe. It was a simple bob, a stark contrast to Shizuka's usual flowing lilac locks.

"To complete the look," she said, handing the wig to Shizuka.

Shizuka hesitated, then with a shrug, put it on. The wig was surprisingly comfortable, and it framed her face in a way that was both familiar and new.

"I can't believe you're doing this," she said to Haruka, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Haruka grinned. "It's the perfect opportunity," she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Lady Kanna has been insufferable lately."

Shizuka chuckled. "You're something else," she said, shaking her head.

With a final glance in the mirror, Shizuka adjusted the maid's cap and straightened her posture. She was ready.

The walk to Kanna's room was a test of her acting skills. She had to maintain the facade of a dutiful servant, while at the same time suppressing the urge to burst out laughing. As she entered the room, she was met with a vision of chaos. Flower petals were scattered across the floor, vases of various sizes adorned the room, and Kanna was lost in a world of her own creation.

Kanna didn't even notice Shizuka's entrance. Her eyes were focused intently on the floral arrangement, her hands moving with a delicate precision. Shizuka watched her for a moment, admiring the concentration on her face.

"Lady Kanna," she announced, her voice pitched in a higher register than usual. "I have brought you refreshments."

Kanna looked up, her face a mask of surprise. "Haruka?" she said, her voice filled with confusion.

Shizuka bowed slightly. "Yes, milady. I have brought you snacks and water."

Kanna blinked, as if trying to process the situation. Then, a slow smile spread across her face. "You're incredible," she said, her voice filled with amusement.

Shizuka couldn't help but smile back. 

----

Kanna and Shizuka were sprawled on the floor, their laughter echoing through the room. The absurdity of the situation had finally sunk in, and they couldn't stop themselves from giggling like schoolgirls.

"I can't believe I actually did that," Shizuka said, shaking her head. "Sneaking into a mansion dressed as a maid."

Kanna giggled. "You were amazing," she replied, "a natural. Maybe you should be a maid."

A comfortable silence fell between them as they caught their breath. The tension of the previous days seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of camaraderie.

"Speaking of which," Kanna began, her voice taking on a playful tone, "I believe there's something you need to do for me."

Shizuka raised an eyebrow, a hint of suspicion in her eyes. "Oh?"

"As punishment for your earlier transgression," she declared, "you shall serve me."

"Me? Serve you?"

Kanna nodded, a playful glint in her eyes. "A maid's duty is to serve her mistress," she said, adopting a haughty tone. She pointed to the plate of snacks. "And as your mistress, I command you to feed me."

Shizuka sighed in mock defeat. "Very well, milady," she said, adopting a haughty tone.

With exaggerated movements, Shizuka picked up a piece of fruit and held it out to Kanna. Kanna, playing along, opened her mouth like a baby bird. Shizuka hesitated for a moment, then with a playful shove, sent the fruit flying into Kanna's mouth.

The playful banter continued, the atmosphere in the room filled with a warmth and camaraderie that had been missing for too long. As they shared snacks and laughter, it was as if the world outside had disappeared, leaving them in their own private bubble of friendship.

----

## Cute Guys

The aftermath of the video game debacle was a tense affair. Ziel and Shion, their competitive spirits bruised, were nursing their defeat with varying degrees of grace. Kanna, on the other hand, was brimming with an almost sadistic glee.

"Remember our bet?" she purred, her voice dripping with mischief.

Ziel and Shion exchanged a nervous glance. They had forgotten about the wager in the heat of the moment.

"You have to dress up as ballerinas," Kanna reminded them, a smirk playing on her lips.

Shion groaned while Ziel attempted to look nonchalant. "Can't we just forget about it?" he pleaded.

Kanna's smile widened. "Oh, come on," she said, her voice dripping with false innocence. "It'll be fun."

Shizuka, who had been a silent observer, suddenly spoke up. "Actually," she began, her voice filled with a dangerous calm, "I have a better idea."

All eyes turned to her. Shizuka, the usually stoic warrior, was brimming with an uncharacteristic enthusiasm.

"Lolita fashion," she said, her voice low.

A collective silence fell over the room. Ziel and Shion exchanged bewildered glances, while Kanna's eyes widened in interest.

"What's that?" Ziel asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

Shizuka took a deep breath. "It's a fashion subculture," she explained, her voice taking on an almost professorial tone. "I picked it up in Harajuku a while back. It's characterized by its sweet, elegant, and often romantic styles."

Kanna's eyes lit up. "Like a princess?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Shizuka nodded. "Exactly."

Ziel and Shion exchanged another glance, their faces a mixture of confusion and intrigue. They had no idea what they were getting themselves intot.

With a mischievous grin, Shizuka announced, "I'll help you pick out your outfits."

----

The Lolita boutique was a world unto itself, a haven of frills and lace. Shizuka, the unassuming fashionista, found herself immersed in a world that was both enchanting and overwhelming. With Kanna and the two boys in tow, she navigated the labyrinthine store, her eyes scanning the racks for the perfect outfits.

Kanna was watching her friend with an air of concern, knowing these dresses and accessories did not come cheap. Shion, on the other hand, remained quiet, his cheeks burning in anticipation of what was to come. Ziel, with his usual nonchalance, was surprisingly enthusiastic, his eyes scanning the racks with a predatory gleam.

After what felt like hours of browsing, Shizuka had assembled their outfits. 

"You're going to foot the bill, right?" she asked Kanna, a mischievous look in her eyes.

Kanna sighed. "I guess we've come this far, right?"

Back at the mansion, Kanna's maids transformed the boys into their new personas. Ziel was clean-shaven, but he did not mind being pampered by a score of maids. They gave him an androgynous beauty that was both captivating and unsettling.

When they emerged from their respective rooms, the maids were struck by their transformations. 

Shizuka had adapted to the Lolita aesthetic with surprising ease. Her outfit was a classic Sweet Lolita style, a pale pink dress adorned with delicate lace and bows. The dress flared out at the knees, revealing a pair of white knee-high socks and complementary Mary Janes. A matching bonnet adorned her head, completing the innocent and charming look. Yet, there was an underlying strength in her posture, a hint of the fierce warrior she truly was.

Kanna, on the other hand, had embraced the Elegant Aristocrat style. Her dress was a deep burgundy, the fabric rich and luxurious. A high collar framed her face, and a wide, lace-trimmed hat adorned her head. She carried herself with a regal air, her every movement exuding an aura of sophistication.

Shion had surprised them all with his appearance. Shizuka had selected an outfit from the Gothic Lolita section. The dark colors and intricate lace would play against his pale complexion, creating a mysterious and alluring aura. A black top hat would add a touch of sophistication, while a ruffled blouse would soften his appearance. His wig, styled in loose curls, framed his face with a soft, ethereal quality.

Ziel had been left with a more punk-inspired Lolita look. Shizuka had settled on an androgynous look, a blend of masculine and feminine elements. A black corset paired with a plaid skirt would create a striking contrast, while a pair of lace-up platform boots would add a touch of edge. A spiked collar accentuated his rebellious spirit and a dark wig with with messy, spiky hair capped the look.

As they stood together, a tableau of unexpected beauty, they couldn't help but laugh. They were a far cry from the group of friends they had been just hours ago. Yet, in this moment, surrounded by lace and frills, they felt a sense of camaraderie that transcended their usual roles.

"You look amazing," Shizuka said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Kanna twirled in front of the mirror, her laughter filling the room. "I look like a princess!" she exclaimed.

The boys exchanged a glance, a mixture of disbelief and pride evident in their eyes.

Shion adjusted his glasses, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "This isn't so bad," he admitted.

"It's better than it could have been," Ziel agreed.

"We should take a picture," Kanna suggested, her voice brimming with excitement.

The laughter continued as the four friends posed for pictures. Haruka, Kanna's faithful attendant, captured every moment, from the posed and elegant to the downright silly. Shizuka and Kanna, the original masterminds of this fashion experiment, were in their element, striking pose after pose. Shion and Ziel, initially hesitant, had embraced the absurdity of the situation, their stiff poses gradually giving way to genuine smiles.

One particularly memorable photo captured Shizuka and Kanna in a classic Lolita pose, their hands clasped together as they gazed into the camera with dreamy expressions. Shion and Ziel, on the other hand, opted for a more playful approach, striking a silly pose that involved exaggeratedly pointing at each other.

As the photo shoot drew to a close, they gathered around the camera to review the pictures. Laughter erupted as they scrolled through the images, each photo a testament to their shared madness.

"We should make an album," Kanna suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Shizuka nodded in agreement. "A memory to cherish," she said.

Ziel raised an eyebrow. "I think we should keep this between us," he said, a hint of caution in his voice.

Shion nodded in agreement. "The world is not ready for this," he added.

They shared a laugh, the memory of their Lolita adventure already becoming a cherished part of their friendship. 

----

Shizuka, her eyes scanning the room, paused on Shion. There was something different about him in this outfit, a vulnerability that contrasted with his usual quiet demeanor. The Gothic Lolita style, with its dark colors and intricate lace, had softened his features, giving him an almost ethereal quality.

A strange sensation, unfamiliar and yet intoxicating, washed over her. She found herself drawn to him, her gaze lingering on his face. It was as if she were seeing him for the first time.

Gathering her courage, she approached him. "You look... nice," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Shion's face flushed a deep crimson. "Thank you," he replied, his voice barely audible.

Shizuka reached out and gently touched his arm. His body stiffened, but he didn't pull away. There was a vulnerability in his reaction, a raw honesty that touched her.

"You're cute," she blurted out, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

Shion's eyes widened in disbelief. No one had ever called him cute before. The compliment hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions.

Shizuka, realizing the impact of her words, quickly added, "I mean, you look cute in that outfit."

Shion nodded, his face still flushed.

A comfortable silence fell between them, broken only by the soft rustling of fabric. Shizuka found herself drawn to him, her hand lingering on his arm. She wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him, to protect him. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, a strange mixture of tenderness and possessiveness.

As their fingers brushed, a spark ignited between them. Shion's hand, warm and steady, enveloped hers. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. Shizuka felt a surge of emotions, a whirlwind of confusion and excitement. She had never felt this way before.

She pulled her hand away, her heart pounding in her chest. She needed to think, to process what was happening. But as she looked into Shion's eyes, she realized that she didn't want to let go.

----

## Be Yourself

The phone rang, its shrill tone cutting through the peaceful ambiance of Mizuki's home. She answered, her voice laced with a mixture of sleepiness and irritation.

"Hello?" she mumbled.

"Mizuki, it's me," Shizuka's voice, a stark contrast to the usual calm and collected tone, filled the line.

Mizuki's drowsiness vanished instantly. "Shizu? What's wrong?"

There was a long pause before Shizuka replied, her voice barely audible. "I need your advice."

Mizuki sat up straighter. Her little sister, the serious, reserved demon hunter, seeking advice? "About what?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Another pause. "About... boys," Shizuka finally managed to say.

Mizuki couldn't suppress a chuckle. The irony was too rich. Her little sister, the one who had teased her relentlessly about her own love life, was now seeking her counsel.

"Well, well," Mizuki teased. "The tables have turned, haven't they?"

Shizuka groaned. "This isn't funny, Mizuki."

Mizuki sobered up. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely. "What's going on?"

Shizuka took a deep breath. "I...  I think I like someone," she confessed.

Mizuki's heart swelled with pride. Her little sister was growing up. "That's wonderful," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "Who is he?"

"It doesn't matter," Shizuka said quickly. "I just... I don't know what to do."

Mizuki smiled. She knew exactly what to say. "Be yourself," she replied. "That's the best advice I can give you."

Shizuka sighed. "That's not very helpful," she mumbled.

"Trust me, it's the best advice you'll ever get," Mizuki replied, chuckling. "Just be honest, be kind, and most importantly, be yourself."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Then, Shizuka said, "Thank you, Mizuki."

Mizuki's heart swelled with love for her sister. She might not be the most experienced love guru, but she was there for Shizuka, just as Shizuka had always been there for her.

----

## Territorial Love

Kanna's room was a sanctuary, a world away from the pressures of her role as Student Council President. Yet, today, the serenity of her retreat was disrupted by an undercurrent of unease. Shizuka and Shion, her closest friends, sat on the plush rug, their bodies turned slightly inwards, their conversation a hushed murmur.

Kanna watched them with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. There was a spark between them, an undeniable chemistry that was both intriguing and unsettling. Shizuka, the stoic warrior, was displaying a vulnerability she had rarely shown before. And Shion, the quiet observer, seemed to have found his voice, his words carrying a weight and conviction that were new to her.

"Haruka," Kanna said, her voice barely a whisper.

The maid turned, her face a mask of serene composure.

"Do you think they... like each other?" Kanna asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Haruka's eyes narrowed in contemplation. "Perhaps," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Kanna felt a pang of jealousy. Shizuka, her close friend, was encroaching on her territory. Shion, her childhood companion, was the object of her affection. The thought of them together was a bitter pill to swallow.

"I can't believe this," Kanna muttered, her voice filled with frustration.

Haruka offered a sympathetic smile. "Lady Kanna, is it time to make your feelings known?" she asked politely.

Kanna shook her head. "I can't do that," she replied, her voice barely audible. "I'm not ready."

Haruka nodded, understanding the complexity of Kanna's emotions. "Then perhaps you should wait and see how things unfold," she said gently.

Kanna sighed. It was a bitter truth. She had to accept that she couldn't control everything, that sometimes, life took unexpected turns.

----

The tension in the room was palpable. Kanna, her heart pounding in her chest, took a deep breath. This was a conversation she had been dreading, yet at the same time, longing for.

"Shizuka," she began, her voice barely a whisper.

Shizuka turned to face her, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Yes, Kanna?"

Kanna hesitated, her mind racing. How do you ask someone if they have feelings for your childhood friend without sounding like a possessive lunatic?

"We need to talk," she said finally, her voice firm.

Shizuka nodded, her expression serious.

"About Shion," Kanna blurted out.

Shizuka's eyes widened in surprise. "Shion?"

Kanna took a deep breath. "Do you... like him?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

Shizuka hesitated, her face flushing a deep crimson. "I... I don't know," she stammered.

Kanna's heart sank. She had been right. Shizuka had feelings for Shion. A wave of jealousy washed over her, threatening to consume her. Shion, her childhood friend, the boy she had grown up with, was now the object of her best friend's affection.

"I'm sorry," Shizuka said, her voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean to..."

Kanna waved her hand dismissively. "It's not your fault," she replied, forcing a smile.

She stopped in her tracks. Kanna recited their words of their conversation in her mind. She was certain she didn't let slip her own affections toward Shion. Yet Shizuka had already assumed this was the case, and Kanna did nothing to deny it, as if both of them already knew, already accepted that this was the truth.

A long silence fell between them. They were both caught in a whirlwind of emotions, their friendship hanging in the balance.

"Maybe we should let him decide," Shizuka suggested, breaking the silence.

Kanna nodded. "I don't want to fight over him," she said. "This falls too much into love triangle territory."

They exchanged a solemn look, a handshake sealing the pact between them. They would let Shion decide. And until then, they would support each other, as friends should.

----

## Confusing Feelings

Shizuka paced the confines of her apartment, a restless energy buzzing beneath her skin.  She stopped in front of the mirror, her eyes reflecting a turmoil she couldn't quite grasp.

"You're brooding again," a cavernous voice echoed in her head. It was Deathclaw, the spectral bone dragon that shared her body, a constant and annoying companion.

"I'm not brooding," Shizuka retorted, her voice tight. "I'm merely contemplating."

"Contemplating what?" Deathclaw pressed, the amusement in his voice razor-sharp. "Perhaps the intricacies of hair care for that boy?"

Shizuka clenched her fists. "Don't be ridiculous," she snapped.

"Ridiculous?" Deathclaw scoffed. "Every waking thought seems consumed by him."

Shizuka flushed, her cheeks burning a tell-tale crimson. This new feeling, this yearning, was entirely unfamiliar and completely beyond her control.

"I can't help it," she mumbled, defeated. "It's not something I can just turn off."

Deathclaw remained silent for a moment, a tense silence that hung heavy in the air.

"Very well," he conceded. "If you must channel this... emotion... perhaps consider that girl."

Shizuka's confusion deepened. Deathclaw was suggesting a relationship with Kanna? The absurdity of the notion almost made her laugh. Kanna, her best friend, was clearly smitten with Shion as well.

"That's not an option," she said flatly.

"Then control yourself," Deathclaw growled, the underlying threat unmistakable. "Our pact is clear."

Shizuka swallowed hard. Deathclaw may not have understood love, but he understood the power it held. And in his twisted way, he was right. Her feelings for Shion threatened her sense of self.

Who was she, Shizuka, without her unwavering resolve and unyielding control? This unfamiliar yearning was unsettling, destabilizing. She had to find a way to extinguish it, or risk losing everything. Her life was operating on a scale where being boy crazy should have been nothing but a trivial blip.

Taking a deep breath, Shizuka steeled herself. "I will control myself," she vowed, her voice low but firm. "I have a duty. And to that duty, I will remain true."

----

Shizuka bolted upright in bed, heart hammering against her ribs. The dream lingered, a vivid tapestry woven with an intensity that left her breathless. She was in a ballroom, the air thick with the scent of roses and the melody of a waltzing orchestra. But it wasn't the opulence of the setting that had her pulse racing. It was Shion.

He was different, an unfamiliar air of confidence replacing his usual reserved demeanor. He wore a sleek tuxedo, his brown hair ruffled slightly, and a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. He was no longer wearing his glasses, but it somehow made him seem more confident. Shizuka, however, was the one who felt out of place. She was clad in a crimson dress, the same fiery red that adorned Mizuki the night Shizuka had walked in on her indiscretion. The dress clung to her curves in a way that made her feel exposed, vulnerable.

Shion approached her, a slow, deliberate walk. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. They danced, a silent symphony of unspoken emotions. Shion's touch was feather-light, yet it felt like a brand scorching her skin. Their bodies moved closer, a silent yearning hanging heavy in the air.

Then, the dream shifted. They were no longer in the ballroom, but in a secluded alcove, bathed in moonlight. Shion leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. His words, husky and seductive, were lost in the rush of desire building within her. She wanted to surrender, to melt into his touch, but a part of her, a cold, calculating part, resisted.

And that was it. The dream ended abruptly, leaving Shizuka in a state of frustrated arousal. Anger flared within her, a volatile cocktail of confusion and self-disgust. How dare she dream of Shion like that? He was her friend, her confidante, not some object of her repressed desires.

The image of the red dress burned in her mind. It wasn't just any dress; it was a symbol of violation, a constant reminder of her past hurt. Now, her subconscious had twisted it into a symbol of something forbidden, something she craved but refused to acknowledge.

Shizuka flung the covers back, the cool air a welcome contrast to the heat radiating from her body. She stormed into the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face, willing the lingering dream away. But the memory of Shion's touch, the unspoken yearning in his eyes, lingered, a potent reminder of the feelings she desperately tried to suppress.

----

Shizuka fidgeted in her chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Across from her was Shion, the object of her affections, as ordinary as any guy could be, albeit bespeckled. It wasn't like her to be nervous, but the topic at hand was a delicate one. Finally, she took a deep breath and pushed onward.

"Shion," she began, her voice low, "what do you think of Kanna?"

Shion looked up from his paperwork, a smile spreading across his face. "Kanna? She's an amazing friend," he replied, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "Strong, intelligent, always has your back no matter what."

Shizuka listened intently, her heart pounding a little faster. Shion didn't seem to have picked up on Kanna's obvious crush on him, but his words were encouraging nonetheless. He saw Kanna for who she truly was: a force of nature, a loyal confidante, and someone he clearly valued.

"Strong?" Shizuka echoed, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "She has maids to crack open a jar of pickles for her."

Shion chuckled. "True," he admitted. "But she has a strength that goes beyond physical prowess. It's a strength of character, of spirit. She's never afraid to stand up for what she believes in, even when it's difficult."

Shizuka couldn't argue with that. Kanna might be a bit eccentric at times, but her unwavering loyalty and her fierce determination were admirable qualities.

"And intelligent," Shizuka continued, pushing on. "Though sometimes it seems like her head is stuck in some historical drama."

Shion laughed. "That's Kanna for you," he said. "But her knowledge of history is impressive, even if she does tend to get a little carried away with the theatrics."

Even with her quirks and eccentricities, Shion saw the good in Kanna, the qualities that made her a special person. Perhaps there was hope after all.

"So," Shizuka concluded, a hint of teasing in her voice, "you wouldn't say she's... annoying?"

Shion raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Annoyance is part of the Kanna charm package," he said with a chuckle. "Wouldn't have her any other way."

Shizuka felt a wave of relief wash over her. Shion clearly cared for Kanna deeply, even if he hadn't picked up on her romantic feelings. And while a part of her heart ached for something more, another part, the part that cherished Kanna's friendship, felt a surge of warmth. Perhaps a love triangle wasn't inevitable after all; a way for their friendship, this intricate web of emotions, to exist without breaking.

----

Shizuka stood before the imposing gates of the Student Council President's mansion, a sense of trepidation gnawing at her. This wasn't a social call; this was a mission of emotional disentanglement. After a brief exchange with the butler, she found herself in Kanna's bedroom, a stark contrast to her own minimalist apartment.

Kanna, sprawled on her plush bed, looked up with a surprised expression. "Shizuka? What brings you here?"

Shizuka, uncharacteristically flustered, took a seat at the edge of the bed. "Kanna," she began, her voice low, "there's something I need to say."

Kanna sat up, her brow furrowed with concern. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes," Shizuka replied, forcing a smile. "Well, not exactly. It's about Shion."

Kanna's eyes widened, a flicker of hope igniting within them. "Shion? Did he say something?"

Shizuka shook her head, the knot in her stomach tightening. "No, but..." she hesitated, taking a deep breath. "I think it's best if I step aside."

Kanna's lips formed a confused pout. "Step aside? Why?"

"Because of your feelings for him," Shizuka said gently. "It wouldn't be fair to either of you for me to... to be in the way."

Kanna sputtered, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink. "My feelings? What feelings? Shion doesn't even like me like that!"

Shizuka sighed. "Kanna, it's clear how you feel. You don't have to hide it from me."

Kanna looked away, fiddling with her fingers. "But what if he doesn't feel the same? What if I confess and everything gets ruined?"

Shizuka's frustration bubbled just beneath the surface. "Then you'll know, won't you? You can't let your fear control you."

Kanna snapped her head back up, her eyes blazing. "This isn't about fear, Shizuka! It's about protecting our friendship! We said we wouldn't fight over a boy!"

Shizuka held up a hand, silencing her. "And we're not fighting," she said, her voice firm. "I'm simply suggesting you take a chance. You deserve to be happy, Kanna."

They locked eyes for a tense moment, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. The weight of their unspoken feelings for Shion, their fear of rejection, and the precariousness of their friendship all collided in that single stare.

Finally, Kanna broke the silence. "Fine," she muttered, a hint of defiance in her voice. "I'll let him know... eventually."

Shizuka stood up, a bittersweet feeling settling in her chest. It wasn't the answer she had hoped for, but it was a start. Perhaps seeing Kanna take the leap would be enough to finally quiet the storm of emotions raging within her own heart.

"Good," she said, offering Kanna a small smile. "And Kanna?"

Kanna looked up, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes.

"Maybe eventually is sooner rather than later," Shizuka added gently. With that, she turned and left the room, leaving Kanna alone with her tangled web of emotions.

----

The ballroom shimmered, a dizzying kaleidoscope of light and music. Shizuka, dressed in a simple, flowing black dress, stood out like a stark contrast to the vibrant colors swirling around her. Yet, it was the presence of two other figures that truly stole her breath away.

Shion, looking impossibly handsome in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, held the center of the room. His smile, usually reserved, was bright and infectious. But his gaze wasn't on Shizuka. It was fixed on Kanna.

Kanna, the wealthy, eccentric heiress, was a vision in a scarlet red dress that mirrored the one Shizuka had seen on Mizuki that fateful night. It clung to Kanna's curves in a way Shizuka found both mesmerizing and unsettling.

But the strangest part was the feeling welling up within her. It was a bittersweet mixture of longing and a strange sense of serenity. Shizuka, acting on some unknown impulse, approached Kanna and took her hand.

"Dance with him," Shizuka said softly, her voice barely audible over the music.

Kanna's eyes widened in surprise, then she looked from Shizuka to Shion, a hesitant smile gracing her lips. With a gentle push, Shizuka sent her towards the dashing figure in the tuxedo.

Shion, his gaze lingering on Shizuka for a fleeting moment, extended his hand to Kanna. They danced, a perfect picture of elegance and joy. Shizuka watched, a curious ache blossoming in her chest.

The scene shifted, the vibrant colors fading into a monochrome blur. Shizuka found herself alone, a cold emptiness replacing the warmth of the ballroom. Then, the dream ended.

She woke with a jolt, the lingering image of Kanna in the red dress burning in her mind. Deathclaw, a spectral wisp swirling around her, let out a guttural chuckle.

"Such a... curious dream," he rasped. "Dancing yourself out of a potential romance?"

Shizuka ignored his mockery. She knew the dream wasn't about Shion romantically, not in the overt way. The red dress, the parallel to Mizuki, it was all too clear. This wasn't about her own desires.

A realization dawned on her. The dream, the strange urge to see Kanna and Shion together, it wasn't about Shizuka at all. It was about wanting Kanna to be happy.

She sat up, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. Subconsciously, perhaps, she had recognized the depth of Kanna's feelings for Shion. And while a part of her own heart ached, a larger part, the part that cherished Kanna's friendship, simply wanted her to have what she deserved.

Shizuka closed her eyes, a sigh escaping her lips. The path ahead wouldn't be easy, but at least now she understood the faint flicker of hope she had felt in the dream. Maybe there was a way for their friendship to survive, even if it meant letting go of a love she wasn't sure she truly understood.

"Shut up, dragon-breath," she muttered, her voice laced with a newfound resolve.

In the silence that followed, Shizuka knew a chapter had closed. Whether it was the beginning of a new one, only time would tell.

----

## Phantom Thief

Shion’s office was a sanctuary of order amidst the chaos of their shared life. Books lined the walls, each spine a testament to his insatiable curiosity. Ziel, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of energy, his presence a stark contrast to the serene atmosphere of the room.

"You wanted to see me, Shion?" Ziel asked, his voice laced with a hint of boredom.

Shion pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his gaze fixed on a particular file. "Yes," he replied, his voice low and measured. "I have a job for you."

Ziel raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest sparking in his eyes. "Oh?"

"There's been a string of thefts targeting high-profile individuals," Shion explained, his tone grave. "The perpetrator has been dubbed the 'phantom thief'."

Ziel snorted. "Someone's been watching too many anime," he commented, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Shion ignored the remark. "This particular case involves a priceless vase," he continued, "owned by a client who is understandably concerned."

Ziel leaned forward, his interest piqued. "And you want me to catch this phantom thief?"

Shion nodded. "I need you to recover the vase and apprehend the thief."

Ziel grinned. "Sounds exciting," he said, a challenge in his voice. "But don't expect me to baby-sit the vase."

Shion gave him a stern look. "The vase is irreplaceable. I need you to promise me that you won't damage it."

Ziel rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement. "Fine, fine," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll be careful."

With a final warning to treat the case with the utmost seriousness, Shion handed Ziel a file containing the details of the case. Ziel flipped through the pages, a smirk playing on his lips. This was going to be fun.

----

Ziel stood outside the mansion, a picture of nonchalance. The imposing structure was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, its silhouette a stark contrast against the inky black sky. He was the hunter, and this, the mansion, was his prey.

The phantom thief, a notorious figure in the underworld, was the target of his latest mission. Known for their theatrical approach to theft - sending a taunting letter, stealing the object, and leaving behind a calling card - the thief had become a thorn in the side of the wealthy elite.

Ziel had studied the thief's modus operandi meticulously. The pattern was clear: letter, theft, calling card. And so, he waited, his senses honed, his body poised for action.

A discreetly placed camera, hidden from the mansion's security system, provided him with a real-time feed of the interior. The priceless vase, the object of the thief's desire, was clearly visible.

As the minutes ticked by, tension filled the air. Then, it happened. The vase disappeared, replaced by a calling card. The phantom thief had struck again.

Ziel smirked. The thief was predictable, almost arrogant in their approach. It was time to make his move.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the night, carrying with it the scent of danger. The phantom thief, a shadowy figure clad in black, emerged from the shadows, their silhouette sharp against the moonlight.

Ziel raised his folding fan with a silent command. The wind, his obedient servant, surged around him, lifting him off the ground. With a graceful motion, he soared towards the mansion, the wind carrying him with effortless speed.

The phantom thief, caught off guard, turned to face their unexpected intruder. Their eyes met, a silent battle of wills. But before the thief could react, Ziel was upon them, a whirlwind of wind and fury.

"Well, well," she drawled, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Impressive parlor tricks. But I'm afraid they won't be enough to catch me."

She held the stolen vase in her arms, its intricate patterns gleaming in the moonlight.

Ziel flicked his fan open with a snap. A gust of wind erupted from his hand, swirling around the catsuit-clad figure. The vase, caught in the whirlwind, rose from her grasp and floated gracefully towards him.

"How did you do that?" the phantom thief exclaimed, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and grudging respect.

Ziel met her gaze, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Magic," he said simply.

The thief cursed under her breath. She knew she was outmatched. Without hesitation, she made a break for the edge of the roof, aiming to leap to the adjacent building.

Ziel simply shook his head. With a swift movement, he raised his folding fan high above his head. The wind, responding to his will, coalesced into a powerful vortex around him. In a blur of motion, the vortex lifted him off the rooftop, carrying him through the air with blinding speed.

He landed directly in front of the bewildered thief, cutting off her escape. Her mouth hung open in dismay.

"You work for these greedy misers?" she spat, her voice filled with anger. "Helping them hoard their treasures while people like me starve on the streets!"

Ziel didn't care about her motivations. He didn't particularly like the client either. He had two objectives: retrieve the vase and capture the thief. He'd already fulfilled one.

He remained silent, his gaze unwavering. The thief, seeing no other option, lunged at him. A glint of silver flashed in the moonlight as she threw a knife, aiming for his hand holding the fan.

The blade found its mark, sending the fan clattering across the rooftop. A triumphant grin spread across the thief's face. But it was short-lived.

"The fan was just for show," Ziel said, his voice calm.

The thief's eyes widened in disbelief. Ziel extended his hand, his palm open. A gentle current of wind swirled around him, materializing into a shimmering blade of pure wind energy. The thief gasped, her eyes reflecting a newfound terror. Ziel had her cornered, and she knew it.

----

Sunlight streamed through Shion's office window, casting a golden glow on the meticulously organized desk. Ziel, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by a hint of fatigue, plopped down into the chair across from him.

"Here you go," Shion said, sliding a crisp envelope across the desk. "Consider it payment for a job well done."

Ziel snatched the envelope and grinned. "Don't worry, I won't spend it all in one place." He paused, his playful demeanor vanishing. "Though, the security at that mansion was about as effective as a paper wall."

Shion chuckled. "That's not your fault. You did your job, retrieved the vase." His smile faded slightly. "Though, I just got word from the authorities. The phantom thief escaped custody."

Ziel's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Oh, what a shame," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He stood up, his tall frame casting a long shadow over the room. "Guess the police will have to keep trying then."

Shion watched him leave, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Ziel might be a demon hunter with a penchant for violence, but he wasn't stupid. He understood the nuances of the job. They were contracted to secure the vase and apprehend the phantom thief, not keep her in custody.

As the door closed behind Ziel, Shion leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He knew the phantom thief wouldn't stay silent for long. The allure of a challenge, of stealing from the elite, was too strong. And when she did resurface, Ziel would be there waiting, ready to collect another hefty paycheck in exchange for his 'windy' services.

Shion picked up the file on the phantom thief, a playful smile on his face. He had a feeling this wasn't the end of this game. It was merely the beginning of a series of lucrative cat-and-mouse chases, orchestrated by none other than himself. After all, a little chaos could be quite profitable.

----

## Don't Interrupt

Roppongi, the neon-lit heart of Tokyo, pulsed with an energy that was both intoxicating and overwhelming. Shizuka and Ziel, an unlikely duo in this vibrant cityscape, navigated the crowded streets, their senses on high alert. A monster was on the loose, and they were its hunters.

"We should split up," Ziel suggested, his voice barely audible over the din of the city.

Shizuka considered his proposal. While it was the logical choice, a part of her relished the idea of facing their adversary together. "No," she said firmly, "we stick together."

Ziel raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

"Positive," Shizuka replied, her voice laced with a hint of defiance.

As they ventured deeper into the city, the crowds thinned out, replaced by a more exclusive clientele. The neon signs advertising high-end clubs and designer boutiques replaced the bustling energy of the main streets.

"Maybe we should go to one of those skyscrapers," Ziel suggested, pointing towards a towering structure that pierced the night sky. "We can get a better view from up there."

Shizuka scoffed. "And miss the fun?" she retorted. "The monster will be where the people are."

As they continued their argument, an eerie silence descended upon the city. The once vibrant streets were now deserted, save for the occasional taxi or drunkard stumbling home. It was in this eerie calm that the monster they were hunting made its presence known.

The monster let out a deafening roar that shattered the squabbling demon hunters' argument.

Shizuka and Ziel, caught off guard, stared at the intruder with annoyance. Then, in unison, they shouted, "Shut up!"

The monster, momentarily stunned by their audacity, froze. Shizuka and Ziel took advantage of the moment, launching a coordinated attack. With a swift and precise movement, they managed to subdue the creature, its roars reduced to whimpers.

As the adrenaline faded, they exchanged a look of disbelief.

"See, I told you we were better off down here," Shizuka boasted.

"We could've seen it coming if we were up there!" Ziel protested, pointing back to the building he indicated earlier.

"And how would we hit it if we're up there and it's down here?!"

The two continued their argument, their voices carried by the wind as the monster groaned on the street in pain.

----

## Don't Ask Where it Came From

The Student Council room was a haven of quiet efficiency. Kanna, the crafty and determined Student Council President, was immersed in a sea of numbers, her face a mask of concentration. Beside her sat Shion, his glasses glinting in the soft afternoon light, the budget sheets spread out before him like a battleground.

"It's hopeless," Kanna muttered. The numbers stared back at her, a relentless reminder of the school's financial constraints. She had promised increased funding for the clubs, a pledge she had made with the enthusiasm of youth and the ignorance of reality.

Shion pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Perhaps there's a way to optimize the budget," he suggested, his voice carrying a hint of his usual nonchalance.

Kanna looked at him, a flicker of hope igniting in her eyes. "You think so?"

Shion nodded, his expression turning serious. "Give me a few days," he said, taking the budget sheets from her.

Kanna watched as Shion disappeared into his own world, his fingers flying across the sheets. She had always admired his ability to find solutions where others saw only problems.

A week later, Shion returned, the budget sheets in hand. Kanna's heart pounded with anticipation. Had he found a miracle solution?

Shion handed the sheets back to her, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's done," he said simply.

Kanna's eyes scanned the numbers, disbelief slowly turning into awe. The budget deficit had vanished, replaced by a surplus. How had he done it?

"How?" she demanded, her voice filled with wonder.

Shion shrugged. "It's better if you don't know," he replied cryptically.

Kanna knew better than to push. Shion had always been an enigma, a man of shadows who operated in a world beyond her understanding. But for now, she was grateful. He had saved her from a political disaster.

As she looked at the revised budget, a sense of accomplishment washed over her. Perhaps she could make a difference after all.

----

## Blast from the Past

Shizuka scrolled through her phone, a smirk playing on her lips. There, in her inbox, was a video from Ziel. Curiosity piqued, she clicked on it.

The video opened to a low resolution shaky camera footage of a circus tent. A crowd could be heard cheering in the background. Then, the focus shifted to a small, bratty clown, her fists balled in frustration as she stomped around in the ring. Shizuka's eyes widened in disbelief. That was her.

There she was, in all her clownish glory, being pelted with pies. 

The video continued, the clown's antics growing more and more chaotic, going through the sequence of events of that night the way she remembered. She braced herself for what she knew was coming: a monstrous catfish creature burst onto the scene, swallowing the clown whole. It sailed in the air, then hit the ground in a thunderous crash while the audience held its breath. Then, she emerged, covered in foam and... other substances Shizuka didn't care to recall.

Shizuka stared at her phone, her face a mixture of shock, horror, and a strange sense of pride. It would have been easy to deny everything if the footage was just the pratfalls and pie fights, but the girl swallowed by the catfish monster was undeniably her, captured in a moment of pure, unadulterated chaos.

A text notification popped up. It was Ziel.

"You were a natural," the text read. "Should've stuck with the clown career."

Shizuka's face turned a deep shade of crimson. She couldn't believe Ziel had found this. A part of her wanted to delete the video, but another part of her couldn't deny the absurdity of the situation.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

She sent the message, a small, satisfied smirk played on her lips. As she looked at the video again, a strange sense of pride washed over her. She had faced her fears, conquered a monster, and emerged victorious. And for a brief moment, she was grateful that Ziel had found the video. It was a reminder of how far she had come.

----

## Beach Trip

The afternoon sun streamed through the window of Shion's office, bathing the room in a golden glow. Kanna burst through the door, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Beach day!" she declared, throwing her arms wide.

Shion, buried in paperwork, looked up with a surprised smile. "Beach day? That sounds lovely."

Ziel, who had been perched on the window sill, whistled a jaunty tune. "Sun, sand, and the soothing sounds of seagulls arguing over food? Count me in!"

Shizuka, however, remained stoic in her chair. "The beach?" she echoed, a hesitant note in her voice.

"Don't be a party pooper, Shizuka!" Kanna chimed in, her voice brimming with excitement. "We haven't had a group outing in ages. Plus, I got a new bikini!"

Shion's face flushed slightly, a single cough escaping his lips. Ziel, on the other hand, nudged Shion with his elbow, a playful smirk on his face.

Shizuka's shoulders slumped. "A bikini, huh? Sounds fun," she mumbled, the lack of enthusiasm evident. "But... I don't have a swimsuit."

Kanna's eyes widened. "Oh, that's easy!" she exclaimed. "You can borrow one of mine. I even have my old school swimsuits lying around somewhere!"

A flicker of horror crossed Shizuka's face. Unlike Kanna, who embraced the flamboyant, Shizuka preferred a more subdued approach. The thought of wearing the revealing bikini or, worse, the outdated school swimsuit, sent shivers down her spine.

"A school swimsuit?" she choked out. "Absolutely not."

Shion cleared his throat, trying to hide his amusement. "Well, the school swimsuit isn't the most stylish option," he admitted, earning a playful glare from Kanna. "But it's... practical, I guess."

Kanna, oblivious to the undercurrent of conversation, rummaged through her bag. "Aha! Found it!" she declared, holding up a navy blue one-piece with a short skirt. It looked exactly as Shizuka had dreaded - a relic of forsaken school days.

Shizuka recoiled. "No way. I'd rather swim in my clothes."

The room fell silent. The carefree beach trip idea seemed to be rapidly sinking into the sand. Shion, sensing the tension, tried to mediate.

"Maybe we can reschedule the beach trip?" he suggested. "Shizuka can find a new swimsuit and..."

"No!" Kanna interrupted, her voice surprisingly firm. "We can make this work. Shizuka, come on, it'll be fun! We can build sandcastles, collect seashells, maybe even play some beach volleyball."

Shizuka remained unconvinced. The thought of public displays of skin, even in the supposed privacy of their group, filled her with an unshakeable discomfort.

Seeing her friend's distress, Kanna softened her tone. "Look, if you're really uncomfortable, you can just hang out under an umbrella. We can bring snacks and drinks, you can read a book..."

Shizuka's shoulders slumped further. It wasn't the beach she disliked, it was the swimsuit situation. The idea of being excluded from the fun activities while everyone else enjoyed themselves wasn't appealing either.

A sigh escaped her lips. "Maybe next time," she muttered, a hint of defeat in her voice.

The beach trip, once a promising prospect, was now officially cancelled. The room felt heavy with disappointment. Ziel, sensing the awkwardness, vanished through the window in a burst of wind. Kanna, her initial excitement dampened, looked at Shizuka with a sympathetic frown. Shion, his dreams of Shizuka wearing the school swimsuit dashed, kept his disappointment to himself.

----

Shizuka nursed her lukewarm tea, the silence in her apartment deafening. Regret gnawed at her. She had shut down the chance for a fun outing with her friends, all because of her insecurities.

A knock on the door startled her. Before she could call out, the door creaked open and Kanna peeked in, a sheepish grin on her face.

"Shizuka?" she said hesitantly. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," Shizuka mumbled, gesturing to the empty chair opposite her.

Kanna entered and closed the door softly. "Look, I wanted to apologize about the beach trip," she began. "I shouldn't have been so pushy. It's your call if you want to go or not."

Shizuka felt a pang of guilt. "No, I should apologize too. I know the beach sounded fun, I just... wasn't prepared."

Kanna sat down, her brow furrowed. "Not prepared? Is everything alright?"

Shizuka hesitated, then sighed. "It's the swimsuit thing. I don't really have one, and the idea of..." she trailed off, flushing slightly.

Kanna's eyes widened. "Oh! A swimsuit, right! Don't worry, that's easily fixed. We can go shopping this afternoon, find you something cute and comfy."

Shizuka balked. "Shopping for swimsuits? I don't know..."

"Come on, Shizuka," Kanna said, her voice gaining a playful edge. "Don't tell me you secretly yearn to be a mermaid and just haven't gotten around to acquiring the tail."

Shizuka forced a smile. "No mermaid dreams here, just... anxieties."

Kanna's smile faltered. "Anxieties? About what?"

Shizuka fidgeted in her chair. "About water, mostly. About... drowning."

Kanna's frown deepened. "Drowning? But Shizuka, you know how to swim, right?"

Shizuka hesitated. Technically, she did. But the memory of drowning dominated her mind. "Yes," she said finally.

"Then why the swimsuit anxiety? If you can swim, what's the problem?"

Shizuka bit her lip. How to explain the strange logic that governed her life, a life where practicality often trumped enjoyment?

"I learned to swim with my clothes on," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

Kanna stared at her, her jaw agape. "With your clothes on? Why?"

"Because in my line of work," Shizuka said, her voice gaining a touch of defensiveness, "there's no guarantee I won't end up in the water with my gear on. So, learning to swim with clothes seemed... practical."

Kanna threw her hands up in exasperation. "Shizuka! This isn't a military exercise! It's a beach trip! You don't have to be prepared for aquatic combat!"

Shizuka flinched. Maybe Kanna was right. Maybe she was taking things a little too far.

Kanna sighed, her voice softening. "Look," she said, "you don't have to go swimming if you don't want to. But maybe you should still get a swimsuit. Just for... well, for appearances sake."

Shizuka remained silent, contemplating the absurdity of the situation. A swimsuit, just to avoid looking awkward at the beach? Yet, the idea held a strange appeal.

Finally, she met Kanna's gaze, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Alright," she conceded. "Maybe a swimsuit shopping trip wouldn't be the worst idea."

Kanna's face lit up with a triumphant grin. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Shizuka couldn't help but agree. Yet the thought of going shopping with her filthy rich friend filled her with dread.

----

Shizuka's stomach churned as Kanna pulled her into a gleaming storefront. Crystal chandeliers cast an opulent glow on the mannequins sporting impossibly tiny swimsuits. The air hung heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and something vaguely tropical.

"This is..." Shizuka began, her voice trailing off as she surveyed the price tags, each a small fortune compared to her usual frugal lifestyle.

Kanna, oblivious to Shizuka's growing panic, squeezed her arm reassuringly. "Don't worry about the cost, Shizuka! Consider it a belated birthday present."

Shizuka wanted to protest, but the words wouldn't come out. She felt like a fish out of water, surrounded by these daring cuts and vibrant colors. Picking up a swimsuit felt as alien as trying on a couture gown.

They browsed the racks, Kanna excitedly pulling out one option after another. Shizuka politely declined each one, her anxieties growing with every rejection. The bikinis were out of the question, obviously, but even the one-pieces felt too revealing.

"This one?" Kanna asked, holding up a pale pink number with a daring cutout that left very little to the imagination. "It would look amazing on you, Shizuka!"

Shizuka shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "Too... much skin."

Hours seemed to pass in a blur of flowery patterns, high cuts, and strategically placed ruffles. Shizuka's initial reluctance had morphed into a kind of paralysis. She simply couldn't find anything that felt remotely comfortable, let alone stylish.

Finally, defeat gnawed at her. "Kanna," she mumbled, her shoulders slumped. "I don't think I can do this."

Kanna, who had been so enthusiastic, deflated slightly. "You sure? We can keep looking..."

"No," Shizuka interrupted, a newfound resolve hardening her voice. "Maybe this just wasn't the best idea. Thank you for trying, though."

Kanna hesitated, then a mischievous glint sparked in her eyes. "Alright, fine," she conceded. "But on one condition. We ditch this overpriced fashion torture chamber and head to a normal store."

Shizuka stared at her, surprised. "A normal store?"

Kanna grinned. "Yeah, you know, one with swimsuits made for actual humans, not runway models."

Shizuka's lips twitched into a reluctant smile. Maybe this shopping trip wouldn't be a complete disaster after all. A normal store, one with practical options, suddenly sounded like a haven.

"Lead the way," Shizuka said, a flicker of hope rekindled in her eyes.

----

The fluorescent lights of the department store buzzed overhead, a stark contrast to the opulent chandelier of the previous store. Shizuka, surrounded by racks of colorful swimsuits, felt a surge of relief. Here, the price tags were reasonable, and the styles, while not exactly conservative, weren't designed for maximum exposure either.

Kanna, however, seemed slightly subdued. "This place isn't bad," she admitted, "but... I was kind of hoping to see you in something a little more... glamorous."

Shizuka raised an eyebrow. "Glamorous?"

"Yeah," Kanna said, a hint of defiance in her voice. "You could totally pull off a high-fashion swimsuit, Shizuka. You have the figure for it. You could be a swimsuit model if you wanted to!"

Shizuka paused, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "Modeling?"

"Sure!" Kanna exclaimed. "Think about it! You're fit, you have great hair, and you always look fabulous in anything you wear, even when you're completely covered up."

The revelation that Kanna considered her fashionable, even in her utilitarian clothes, sent a warmth through Shizuka's chest. Maybe all those times she meticulously ironed her plain shirts and hakama weren't in vain.

"Modeling," Shizuka repeated, the word tasting new on her tongue. "Actually, I did consider it once, a long time ago. But not for swimsuits."

Kanna's eyes widened. "Really? What kind of modeling?"

Shizuka smiled enigmatically. "That's a story for another time." She gestured to the racks. "Now, back to swimsuits. Let's see what this store has to offer."

Kanna, inspired by Shizuka's hidden past, perused the racks with renewed enthusiasm. Unlike the previous store, she prioritized coverage over style. She pulled out a few one-piece suits in neutral colors, each with a slightly sporty vibe.

Shizuka examined each offering with a critical eye. Some were too revealing in the chest area, others cut too high on the leg. Finally, she held up a simple black one-piece with a modest neckline and a comfortable leg cut. "This one," she said, her voice soft. "I think I can live with this one."

Kanna, who had been mentally exhausted from trying to balance Shizuka's practicality with a hint of style, let out a whoop of joy. "Really? You actually like it?"

Shizuka gave a small smile. "It's... functional."

Kanna sighed dramatically. "Oh, Shizuka," she said, feigning disappointment. "Don't you think Shion and Ziel deserve a little more... excitement at the beach?"

Shizuka's hand tightened around the swimsuit. The thought of being the center of attention, even for her friends, sent a tremor of anxiety through her. "Excitement?" she echoed, her voice strained.

Kanna, sensing her discomfort, backed down. "Alright, alright," she said placatingly. "We can accessorize! There must be some cover-ups around here. You can wear a big floppy hat and sunglasses, maybe a sarong..."

Kanna grabbed Shizuka's hand and dragged her towards another rack, filled with brightly colored cover-ups. Shizuka, despite her initial anxiety, couldn't help but be swept up in Kanna's infectious enthusiasm.

Perhaps, she thought, with the right accessories, a simple black swimsuit and a whole lot of sunscreen, this beach trip wouldn't be so bad after all.

----

Kanna admired herself in her reflection, a vision in a bright pink bikini that shimmered like a seashell. Shion was already halfway out the door in a pair of board shorts and a loose-fitting linen shirt. Ziel, sporting a pair of floral swim trunks and a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt, whistled appreciatively at Kanna.

"Looking radiant, Kanna!" he declared, a playful glint in his eyes. "Though, with all that sunshine reflecting off you, we might need sunglasses just to look your way."

Kanna giggled, preening a little. "Oh, Ziel, you flatter me! But wait till you see Shizuka, she's got a surprise for us!"

Shizuka, who had been fussing with something in the living room, finally emerged. A wide-brimmed straw hat sat atop her head, casting a cool shadow over her face obscured by oversized sunglasses. The rest of her was a study in contrasting reveals and covers.

A long, flowing white maxi dress, the kind that shimmered like spun moonlight, cascaded down her lithe frame, leaving only her toned legs exposed. The dress, cinched at the waist by a simple black ribbon, flowed around her ankles like a gentle sea breeze.

Kanna's jaw dropped. "Whoa, Shizuka! You look... amazing!" she exclaimed. "The hat, the dress, the sunglasses – it's like you're a movie star going undercover on the beach!"

Shizuka shifted uncomfortably. "It's a bit much, isn't it?" she mumbled, tugging at the hem of the dress.

"Not at all, Shizuka," Shion said softly. "You look... comfortable. That's the most important thing."

"Perfect for the beach," Ziel added. "Plus, who needs sunscreen with all that coverage?"

Shizuka blushed slightly under their combined praise. "Alright, alright," she conceded, a hint of a smile peeking out from behind the sunglasses. "Maybe it's not so bad after all."

Kanna grinned, her initial surprise morphing into a mischievous delight. "See, Shizuka? You surprised us all! Now, come on, let's hit the beach before the sun sets!"

With a newfound sense of confidence, Shizuka joined her friends, the gentle whoosh of the maxi dress a counterpoint to Kanna's excited chatter and Ziel's lighthearted banter.

----

## Communicating Through Combat

The rhythmic swish-swoosh of the naginata echoed through the dojo, a cavernous space within Kanna's sprawling mansion compound. Bathed in the soft glow of paper lanterns, Kanna, a blur of crimson and white, weaved through a carefully choreographed attack pattern. Her movements were precise, powerful, fueled by an almost fervent dedication. Leading the charge were her personal maids, their own naginata glinting in the dim light.

Suddenly, the rhythmic swishes were punctuated by a gasp. Shizuka stood by the doorway, her usual stoicism replaced by a rare flicker of awe. "That was impressive, Kanna," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your technique is flawless."

Kanna, mid-swing, stopped abruptly, a surprised smile blooming on her face. "Shizuka!" she exclaimed, lowering her naginata. "I didn't hear you come in. Did you see all that? The maids and I are practicing to defend the mansion in case of an attack."

Shizuka chuckled, a dry, amused sound. "Defend the mansion? Or conquer a small nation?"

Kanna's smile widened. "Maybe a bit of both," she admitted. "But seriously, it's fun! You should try it sometime."

"Naginata, huh? No, I'm afraid my weapon of choice is a bit more conventional."

"Maybe we could spar then? Just for fun, of course."

She turned to Haruka, her maid and attendant, who stood by the sidelines with the other maids, their faces mirroring Kanna's excitement. "Haruka, take Shizuka and get her a change of clothes. Training gear, something comfortable."

Haruka bowed. "Of course, young mistress." She gestured for Shizuka to follow.

A few minutes later, Shizuka emerged, clad in a dark training gi, her usual ponytail secured tightly. She picked out two wooden swords, one sheathed at her side, the other held before her in a low guard. Kanna, meanwhile, had traded her naginata for a wooden staff with a similar weight and feel, and a painted marker denoting the area where the blade would normally be.

The maids, their eyes sparkling with anticipation, formed a loose circle around the sparring area. The air crackled with a friendly but palpable energy.

Kanna, her staff held tight, gave a playful bow. "Just a friendly spar, Shizuka, nothing serious."

Shizuka mirrored the bow, a calm confidence radiating from her. "Don't underestimate me, Kanna," she said, her voice low and firm. "Bring it."

At Kanna's nod, the maids let out a collective cheer, their voices echoing through the dojo as the two friends began their dance – a clash of wooden blades, a display of skill and strategy.

----

## The Bond of Sisters

The evening sun cast long shadows across the manicured gardens of Kanna's estate as Shizuka arrived for their usual after-work tea. Kanna, usually a whirlwind of energy, seemed unusually subdued as she poured the green tea.

"There's something I wanted to ask you, Shizuka," Kanna began, her voice hesitant.

Shizuka raised an eyebrow, surprised by the change in her friend's demeanor. "What is it?"

Kanna fidgeted with her kimono sleeve, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Well," she stammered, "I was thinking about going to the onsen next weekend. It's been a while, and I thought..."

The sentence trailed off, leaving Shizuka hanging. "And you thought?"

"Would you like to come with me?" the heiress asked, before quickly backtracking. "I mean, a private onsen, of course! Just the two of us."

Shizuka nearly choked on her tea. An onsen, a natural hot spring, was a luxury she rarely indulged in. Her only previous experience had been visits to a sento, a bathhouse, with her older sister, Mizuki, back in Kyoto. But an invitation to a private onsen, especially with a friend, was a completely different proposition.

"A private onsen?" Shizuka echoed, her voice cautious. "Just us?"

Kanna nodded, her initial blush replaced by a determined glint. "Yeah, just us. It would be fun, wouldn't it? To relax, soak in the hot water..."

Shizuka's mind raced. On the one hand, the idea was undeniably appealing. The thought of unwinding in a secluded hot spring, the soothing warmth chasing away the stress of the week, held a certain charm. Yet, a part of her, raised on the traditional values of Kyoto, hesitated. A private onsen felt different, a gesture of deep trust and intimacy.

Shizuka stole a glance at Kanna, whose expression held a mixture of hope and trepidation. Did Kanna even understand the weight of her invitation? Perhaps, Shizuka thought, Kanna simply saw this as a fun outing between friends.

But then again, Shizuka knew Kanna better than that. There was something more behind the invitation, a flicker of something... it went beyond just wanting company at the onsen.

After a long, contemplative silence, Shizuka finally met Kanna's gaze. "Alright, Kanna," she said, her voice soft yet resolute. "I'll come."

A wave of relief washed over Kanna's face. "Really? You will? That's great! I promise, you won't regret it."

----

The twilight sky cast an ethereal glow upon the secluded onsen, its steam curling upwards like an offering to the moon above. Shizuka and Kanna, clad in their vibrant yukatas, stood by the entrance, a picture of contrasting serenity. As promised, Haruka, Kanna's dutiful maid, stood discreetly out of earshot, a silent guardian of their privacy.

The silence stretched, broken only by the gentle gurgling of the hot spring. Kanna, usually a whirlwind of energy, seemed unusually subdued. She shuffled her feet, her gaze flitting nervously between the steaming water and Shizuka's calm expression.

"Kanna," Shizuka finally spoke, her voice gentle, "is there something on your mind?"

Kanna took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Shizuka's. "This," she began, gesturing vaguely at the onsen, "it's not just about the hot spring, is it?"

Shizuka's lips curved into a knowing smile. "No, Kanna. It isn't."

Kanna let out a shaky sigh. "I was raised on these stuffy old traditions," she confessed. "Tea ceremonies, flower arranging, endless etiquette lessons. It all felt so... meaningless. I didn't care about being graceful, I wanted to be out there, messing around with Shion and Ziel, playing video games, going shopping... things normal, non-spoiled rich kids did."

Shizuka listened intently, her heart swelling with empathy. Kanna rarely spoke about her past, about the burdens of her privileged upbringing.

"But then you came," Kanna continued, her voice gaining strength. "And for the first time, those traditions... they started to make sense. Because someone else understood them, someone who valued them. You weren't mocking them, Shizuka, you were appreciating them. And because you understood them, I... I started to see them in a new light."

Kanna reached out, her hand hovering over Shizuka's. "That's why I wanted to share this with you, Shizuka. This onsen, it's a tradition, but it's also a gift. A chance to connect, to relax, to be just... us."

Shizuka's throat tightened with emotion. Kanna's vulnerability, her willingness to share this piece of her soul, touched her deeply.

"Kanna," she said, her voice thick with emotion, "you don't need to explain anything. You've shown me more trust by inviting me here than any words ever could."

A wave of relief washed over Kanna's face, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you, Shizuka," she whispered.

In that quiet moment, under the watchful gaze of the moon, a silent understanding passed between them. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air – they were more than friends, they were sisters, bound by a connection that transcended tradition and societal expectations.

"Shall we?" Shizuka asked, offering a hand and a gentle smile.

Kanna's smile bloomed in response. "We shall," she agreed, reaching out to grasp her hand.

Together, they made their way towards a separate area to cleanse for the onsen. The warmth of the shared experience already enveloped them, a feeling that promised a night of relaxation and deepened connection.

----

## Dating is Very Complicated

The rhythmic blips and bleeps of the video game filled Shion's office, punctuated by the occasional muttered curse from Ziel. Ziel, sprawled on the couch with his feet propped on the coffee table, tapped his chin with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Alright, Shion, let's see what you've got," he challenged, his fingers flying across the controller. "Just one more win and I officially own you at this stupid space shooter game."

Shion, his brow furrowed in concentration, navigated his ship through a barrage of laser fire. "Not so fast, Ziel," he muttered, his glasses perched precariously on his nose. "Just a few well-placed shots and..."

He trailed off, his eyes widening momentarily as the image on the screen flickered and died. Ziel cackled triumphantly.

"Looks like you choked under pressure, Shion," he said, grabbing a handful of Shion's office candy and stuffing it in his mouth. "Maybe you're just thinking about other things."

Shion fumbled for his glasses, wiping them clean on his shirt. "Thinking about what?" he asked, a touch too quickly.

"Oh, you know," Ziel said, stretching dramatically. "Life, the universe, and everything... especially Shizuka."

Shion choked on a cough, his face flushing a brilliant shade of red. "S-Shizuka? What about her?"

Ziel raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "What do you think about her, Shion? As a friend, of course."

Shion stammered, searching for a neutral answer. "Sh-Shizuka's... Shizuka's great! We work together, she's reliable, always on top of things..."

Ziel cut him off with a snort. "Come on, Shion, don't give me that official line. You know the way you look at her sometimes? Like a lovesick puppy staring at a particularly juicy bone."

"I do not!" Shion protested, his voice rising in pitch. "And what do you mean by the way I look at her?"

Ziel grinned. "You know exactly what I mean. Especially when she's wearing those... those..."

He snapped his fingers, searching for the right word.

"Those hakama?" Shion supplied. Shizuka, despite the heat, always seemed to favor the traditional Japanese work pants that cleverly concealed most of her legs.

Ziel nodded vigorously. "Or those jeans! Or even that long skirt the other day! You're a leg man, Shion, I can tell."

A groan escaped Shion's lips. Secretly, he did find Shizuka's legs attractive, the way they moved with a quiet strength that belied her seemingly reserved personality.

"Alright, alright," Ziel chuckled, seeing Shion's flustered state. "How about this? Why don't you just ask her out on a date and see where things go?"

Shion jerked his head up, eyes wide. "A date? With Shizuka? I can't do that!"

"Why not?" Ziel feigned surprise. "Because... she's a girl?"

Shion stared at him, a slow realization dawning on his face. Ziel wasn't trying to distract him, he was being... helpful?

"So, you're actually interested?" Ziel pressed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Shion sighed, wiping his glasses once more. "Look, Ziel," he began, using his most professional tone, "perhaps I should... look into this. Consider the feasibility, analyze the potential outcomes..."

Ziel burst out laughing. "Feasibility? Outcomes? Shion, dating isn't a business deal!"

Shion flushed again, a sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Maybe Ziel was right. Maybe it was time to stop overthinking and just... see what happened.

"Alright, alright," he conceded, a hint of determination in his voice. "I'll... look into it."

----

The air crackled with nervous anticipation as Shizuka sat across from Shion at their usual cafe table. He'd requested this specific meeting, and his normally quiet demeanor was tinged with an unfamiliar fluster. She couldn't help but blush slightly – was this what she thought it was?

"Shizuka," Shion began, his voice low and slightly hesitant, "I've been thinking... I know you're quite knowledgeable about Lolita fashion, and there's this new exhibit at the National Museum of Modern Art –"

His voice trailed off, leaving Shizuka momentarily confused. A museum exhibit? Was that his idea of a date? A tiny spark of disappointment flickered in her chest, quickly extinguished by a wave of guilt. Kanna, her vibrant and impulsive best friend, had a secret crush on Shion. The thought of pursuing Shion while Kanna held those feelings gnawed at Shizuka's loyal heart.

"A museum exhibit?" Shizuka echoed, forcing a smile. "That sounds... interesting."

"It is!" Shion exclaimed, relieved at her somewhat positive response. "They have this extensive collection of historical Victorian dresses and modern Lolita clothing. I figured you'd appreciate seeing it firsthand."

Shizuka's smile faltered slightly. An appreciative viewing of frilly dresses didn't exactly scream "romantic date," but his enthusiasm was endearing. It wasn't like Shion to be this bold, and there was a certain sweetness to his awkwardness.

She needed to find a way to let him down gently. "Shion," she began, her voice soft, "the exhibit is lovely, truly. But I'm not sure I have the time..."

"Oh," Shion's face fell, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. "I see. I understand. Completely."

He began to gather his things, his dejection mirrored in the slump of his shoulders. Shizuka felt a pang of regret. Maybe a museum date wasn't so bad after all. Especially if it meant seeing Shion genuinely excited about something.

"Wait, Shion," she blurted out, surprising herself.

He looked up, a flicker of hope returning to his eyes. "Yes?"

Shizuka took a deep breath. Honesty felt like the best policy, even if it meant being a little blunt. "The truth is," she confessed, "I was a little thrown off by the museum date invitation. But..." she hesitated, her cheeks burning. "But the fact that you considered my interests, that you were thinking of me at all..."

Her voice trailed off, leaving Shion staring at her with a mixture of surprise and something that almost looked like... joy?

"Shizuka," he began, his voice surprisingly steady, "the truth is, I wanted to take you out on a date. I know it might seem odd, the museum and all, but... I consulted some online resources about things girls like to do on dates, and..."

He stammered, his face turning a delightful shade of red. Shizuka couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the cafe.

"Shion," she said, her voice filled with warmth, "you didn't have to consult the internet. Just knowing you were thinking about me at all... that means a lot."

Shizuka's honesty seemed to have broken the ice. They spent the rest of the afternoon discussing the museum exhibit (which, to Shizuka's surprise, actually sounded quite intriguing), and then, tentatively, making plans to explore it together. 

----

A sense of urgency had taken hold of Shizuka as she made her way to Kanna's mansion. She quickly called ahead, letting Haruka know she was coming, that she needed to speak to Kanna. Moments later, Shizuka was ushered into the room Kanna currently occupied, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Haruka excused herself and took up a discreet position outside the door. Shizuka sank onto the plush chaise lounge, her hands trembling.

"Kanna," she blurted out, "it's an emergency!"

Kanna, who had been perched on a window seat, reading a manga, whipped around, concern etching lines on her usually carefree face. "Shizuka, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

Shizuka shook her head, her eyes wide and frantic. "No, I'm fine... but..." She trailed off, her cheeks burning. "Shion asked me out on a date."

Kanna blinked, stunned by the suddenness of the revelation. "Shion? A date?" She quickly recovered, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Shizuka, that's amazing! You finally snagged him!"

Shizuka's smile faltered. "Amazing? No, Kanna, that's the problem! I can't go!"

Kanna's smile evaporated. "Why not? Did he say something awful? Because if he did..."

"No, no!" Shizuka interrupted, her voice filled with a desperate urgency. "It's not that. It's... it's complicated."

Kanna's brow furrowed. "Complicated? But we agreed, whoever Shion asks out, that's the one he chooses. And clearly..."

"I know, I know," Shizuka cut in, her voice cracking. "But... but falling in love with Shion, it... it messes things up. It changes everything."

Kanna stared at her, confusion etched on her face. "Messes things up? How? Shizuka, what are you talking about?"

Shizuka longed to tell her everything, the ridiculous pact she'd made with Deathclaw in her childhood to save her life, the ticking clock on her virginity, the way her feelings for Shion threatened to unravel the very fabric of her existence. But the words wouldn't come. How could she explain something so bizarre, so unbelievable?

A single tear escaped the corner of Kanna's eye, tracing a glistening path down her cheek. "Shizuka," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Don't you get it? You're not just my best friend, you're my sister. And sisters... sisters support each other. No matter what."

Shizuka's heart clenched. Kanna was genuinely upset, on the verge of tears because of her. Shame washed over her in waves, suffocating and heavy. She knew it no longer mattered what the truth was; Kanna had already decided what it was.

"Kanna, I..." she began, her voice choked with guilt. But the words died in her throat as Kanna surged forward, engulfing her in a tight hug. The embrace, warm and comforting, was a stark contrast to the storm of emotions raging inside Shizuka.

Kanna pulled back, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Go on the date, Shizuka," she said, her voice firm despite the tremble in her chin. "Follow your heart. That's all I ask."

Shizuka stared at her, her world tilting on its axis. How could she possibly accept Kanna's kindness, knowing the truth that lurked beneath the surface?

----

The moment Shizuka left, the playful energy drained from Kanna's room, replaced by a heavy silence. Kanna slumped onto the plush chaise lounge, the vibrant colours of the room seeming to mock her suddenly bleak mood. With a shaky breath, she reached for the silk cord hanging by the door and gave it a firm pull.

A soft chime announced Haruka's arrival. Her composure remained unshaken, but a flicker of concern shadowed her eyes as she entered. "Young mistress," she began, her voice a gentle murmur.

"Haruka," Kanna sighed, burying her face in a throw pillow. "It's a disaster."

Haruka, ever the professional, waited patiently for Kanna to elaborate. Kanna, used to Haruka's silent support, didn't need prompting.

"Shion asked Shizuka out," Kanna mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow. "He chose her! After all this time, after everything..."

Haruka raised an eyebrow, a subtle shift in her usual stoicism. "Everything, Lady Kanna?"

Kanna lifted her head, her eyes clouded with a mix of sadness and anger. "We agreed, whoever Shion asked, that's it. But... but I didn't think it would be Shizuka! And I never... I never made a move. I just assumed... I assumed I had all the time in the world."

Her voice choked on a sob. "Now Shizuka's going on a date with him, and I... I'm here, alone."

Haruka crossed the room and sat on the edge of the chaise lounge, her presence a silent anchor in Kanna's emotional storm. "It's understandable that you're upset, Lady Kanna," she said softly. "But let's not jump to conclusions."

Kanna sniffled, then wiped her nose with a tissue. "But what else am I supposed to think? I'm practically invisible to him!"

Haruka placed a comforting hand on Kanna's shoulder. "Invisible? Lady Kanna, Shizuka confided in you, trusted you with this information. That means something, doesn't it?"

Kanna considered this, a flicker of hope battling the storm of emotions within her. "I... I suppose."

Haruka squeezed her shoulder gently. "And besides, it's just a date, young mistress. Not a marriage proposal. Perhaps you're taking this a bit too dramatically?"

Kanna blushed slightly, a hint of her usual playfulness returning. "Maybe you're right, Haruka. It's just... it feels like everything is spinning out of control."

"It's alright to feel that way," Haruka assured her. "Change can be unsettling. However," her voice firmed slightly, "you still have a chance. Don't throw in the towel just yet."

Kanna looked at Haruka, a newfound determination sparkling in her eyes. "You're right. Maybe... maybe I should talk to Shizuka. See how she feels about the whole thing."

Haruka smiled, a rare sight that lit up her face. "That sounds like an excellent plan, young mistress."

As Haruka rose to leave, Kanna reached out and grasped her hand. "Thank you, Haruka."

Haruka squeezed her hand back, a hint of warmth in her usually professional demeanor. "That's what I'm here for, Lady Kanna."

With a final, reassuring nod, Haruka exited the room, leaving Kanna alone with her thoughts. The weight of her emotions hadn't vanished, but a seed of hope had been planted. Maybe there was still a chance for her and Shion.

----

Sunlight dappled the floor of the National Museum of Modern Art, illuminating the vibrant display of Lolita fashion before Shizuka and Shion. Shizuka, despite her initial misgivings about the museum date, found herself genuinely enthralled.  Shion, his glasses sparkling with an unfamiliar enthusiasm, pointed out intricate details of lacework and embroidery. His passion for the subject, however unexpected, was endearing.

"Look at the pleating on this skirt, Shizuka!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with an almost childlike wonder. "It's called a box pleat, and it creates this incredible silhouette."

Shizuka chuckled, unable to resist teasing him. "You're becoming quite the expert, Shion. Maybe you should open a Lolita fashion blog."

Shion laughed, a warm sound that sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. "Maybe I should! Who knows, I might even become an influencer."

They spent the next few hours lost in the world of ruffles and petticoats, Shion sharing his extensive knowledge and Shizuka offering her own insights. The air crackled with a comfortable companionship, a sense of shared interest that transcended the initial awkwardness. As they exited the museum, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the park, Shizuka couldn't help but admit to herself – she was having a good time.

"It was... actually a lot of fun," Shizuka confessed, a smile playing on her lips.

Shion beamed, his chest puffing out with pride. "See? I told you you'd like it. Maybe we could grab some taiyaki for a snack? My treat."

Shizuka hesitated, the weight of her secret gnawing at her conscience. This was Kanna's chance, and here she was, enjoying Shion's company, the traitorous warmth of his smile sending her heart into a flutter.

"Actually," she began, searching for the right words, "I was wondering... maybe we could do this again sometime, but as friends?"

Shion's smile faltered slightly. "Friends? Of course, Shizuka. But why not as... more?"

Shizuka so badly wanted to tell him the truth, to explain Kanna's feelings, but the words wouldn't come. How could she betray Kanna's trust like that? That was something Kanna, and Kanna alone, could share. Not to mention her own issues, fantastical and unbelievable as they are.

"There are... complications," she said, her voice strained. "Things I can't really explain."

Disappointment clouded Shion's eyes, but he quickly nodded in understanding. "Alright," he said, his voice surprisingly steady. "Friends it is then. But I still get to buy you taiyaki, right?"

Shizuka managed a weak smile. "Sure, Shion. Taiyaki sounds good."

As they walked towards the taiyaki vendor, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, the joy of the afternoon seemed to dim. Shizuka enjoyed Shion's company, the easy conversation, the shared laughter. Yet, a heavy weight settled upon her heart – the weight of a secret that threatened to destroy the delicate balance of their friendship, and potentially Kanna's happiness as well. The date, a supposed step forward, felt more like a step into a tangled mess of emotions, leaving Shizuka with a gnawing uncertainty about the future.

----

Shion leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He tapped his pen against his desk rhythmically, a habit that surfaced whenever he was pleased. Ziel, sprawled on the visitor's couch with a bag of chips in one hand and a controller in the other, glanced up with a raised eyebrow.

"So, Shion," he drawled, his voice muffled by a mouthful of chips, "how'd the date with Little Miss Shizuka go?"

"It was... good," Shion admitted, a slight blush creeping up his neck. "We went to the National Museum of Modern Art, believe it or not. We went to an exhibit about Lolita fashion."

Ziel choked on his chips, spraying crumbs across the coffee table. "Lolita fashion? Shion, are you sure you didn't take her to the wrong place?"

Shion chuckled. "Positive. We spent hours discussing different styles and historical influences. It was actually fascinating."

Ziel, having recovered from his near-choking experience, eyed Shion with amusement. "Fascinating, huh? Sounds more like an educational field trip than a date."

Shion's smile faltered slightly. "Maybe a bit," he conceded. "But hey, we talked, we laughed, it was a good afternoon."

He sighed, his gaze drifting towards the window. "Though, I don't know... I got the feeling she wasn't quite ready for anything serious."

Ziel whistled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Maybe you scared her off with your vast knowledge of petticoats and lace."

Shion swatted him playfully with a rolled-up file. "Actually, it felt more like... she has some baggage she's dealing with. Something she couldn't talk about."

Ziel leaned forward, his playful demeanor replaced by a thoughtful frown. "Baggage, huh? Well, Shion, maybe that's for the best. You know, work and all? Having a heartbroken Shizuka moping around the office wouldn't exactly be a recipe for productivity."

Shion considered this, a sense of relief washing over him. He hadn't even thought about the work aspect, but Ziel was right. A messy break-up with Shizuka would definitely create an awkward tension in the office.

"Yeah, you're probably right," he agreed, forcing a smile. "Maybe it's best to keep things professional for now."

He reached for another file, a determined look replacing the disappointment in his eyes. Work, he thought, that's what he needed to focus on. Shizuka's feelings, whatever they were, could wait.

----

Kanna fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her heart hammering a frantic tattoo against her ribs. She'd passed Shion's office door a dozen times, each time her courage failing her. Today, however, she wouldn't back down. Taking a deep breath, she knocked, the sound echoing in the sudden silence.

"Come in," Shion's voice called out.

Kanna pushed open the door, her carefully rehearsed speech dissolving into a nervous puddle in her stomach. "S-Shion," she stammered, forcing a smile.

Shion looked up from his paperwork, a surprised expression flitting across his features. "Kanna? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Kanna answered immediately, then winced at the transparent lie. Squaring her shoulders, putting down her book bag, she straightened her blazer and took another deep breath. "Actually, Shion, there is something."

Shion leaned back in his chair, his usual calm demeanor tinged with concern. "Alright, Kanna. Take a seat, why don't you?  Tell me what's going on."

Kanna sat on the edge of the visitor's chair, her hands twisting the fabric of her skirt. "It's about... you," she confessed.

Shion's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Me?"

Kanna nodded, her cheeks warming under his gaze. "Yes, you. See, the thing is..." She trailed off, her carefully constructed sentences abandoned. "I..."

Shion waited patiently, and with a final surge of courage, Kanna plunged ahead.

"I like you, Shion," she blurted out. "A lot. I have for a while."

The words hung heavy in the air, and Kanna winced, anticipating Shion's rejection. Shion simply stared at her, his expression unreadable.

"For a while?" he finally echoed, his voice a low murmur.

"Well, maybe not a super long while," Kanna stammered, backtracking. "Just... recently. I guess I took our friendship for granted, you know? We've been friends since we were kids, and I never... well, I never thought about it like that."

Shion's lips curved into a faint smile. "That's alright, Kanna. I understand."

Kanna rushed on, desperate to explain everything before she lost her nerve. "And there's Shizuka, and the whole agreement we had... you know, whoever you asked first... and I just wanted you to know. Because I don't want to get between you two."

She rose abruptly, a storm of emotions swirling inside her. "I know this is crazy and probably throws a wrench in everything, and I—"

Shion held up a hand, his voice gentle. "Kanna, wait."

Kanna stopped, turning back to face him, her eyes filled with apprehension. "What is it?"

Shion's gaze held hers, a warmth radiating from his eyes that Kanna had never noticed before. "Kanna," he began, his voice low and sincere, "you know I value our friendship more than words can express. We're a team, the best there is. And honestly, I was an idiot for not considering... for not seeing what might have been there all along."

Kanna blinked, stunned by his words. "You... you mean..."

Shion chuckled, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "I mean, I think I took our friendship for granted too. Maybe I should have been bolder, tried to see what could have been between us. Because frankly, Kanna, the thought..."

He trailed off, a blush creeping up his neck. Then, with a determined glint in his eyes, he finished his sentence. "The thought of losing you as a friend is more terrifying than anything."

Kanna's heart soared. His words were unexpected, a balm to the anxieties that had been plaguing her. Shion, her shy childhood friend, gave her words that mirrored her true feelings. They were worried about the same thing. A genuine smile bloomed on her face, as bright and vibrant as the summer flowers outside Shion's window.

"So... what does this mean?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

Shion leaned forward, a playful glint in his eyes. "It means that perhaps it's time we explored what this... this connection between us could be. But," he held up a finger with a smile, "only if you're willing to risk ruining the best partnership in the business."

Kanna laughed, the sound echoing through the office. "The risk," she said, her voice filled with confidence, "is definitely worth taking."

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The gentle gurgle of a nearby fountain provided the only background noise as Shizuka and Kanna sat on a park bench, a wide expanse of green stretching out before them. Sunlight dappled through the leaves overhead, casting a serene glow on the scene. Neither spoke for a long moment, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

Kanna took a deep breath and broke the silence. "Shion asked me out on a date," she announced, her voice surprisingly steady.

Shizuka's head snapped up, surprise etched on her face. "He did? But how?"

Kanna's cheeks flushed slightly. "I... well, I took everyone's advice. Yours, Haruka's... everyone's."

She recounted how she had stormed into Shion's office, determined to confess her feelings. To her surprise, Shion hadn't rejected her. In fact, he'd admitted he'd been an idiot for not considering her feelings sooner.

Shizuka listened intently, her own emotions a swirling vortex. A part of her, the part burdened by the pact with Deathclaw, felt a pang of... jealousy? But a much larger part of her, the part that cherished Kanna like a sister, was filled with genuine happiness. This was what Kanna deserved – to be happy, to be loved by someone who saw her worth.

The silence returned, this time a comfortable one. Kanna studied Shizuka's face, searching for some sign of Shizuka's true feelings. "You seem... awfully cheerful about this," Kanna finally said, her voice laced with a hint of suspicion.

Shizuka met her gaze, a warm smile gracing her lips. "Of course I'm happy for you, Kanna! You deserve someone who appreciates your awesomeness."

Kanna frowned. "That's not what I meant. You seem... relieved, almost."

Shizuka hesitated, then reached out and squeezed Kanna's hand. "Maybe... maybe it's because you're my sister," she said softly. "And sisters want each other to be happy. No matter what."

Kanna's frown softened, a flicker of understanding crossing her eyes. The complications, the pact, the weight of the secret – they didn't matter right now. In that moment, bathed in sunlight and surrounded by the quiet beauty of the park, all that mattered was the bond they shared, a bond stronger than any secret.

"Yeah," Kanna agreed, squeezing Shizuka's hand back. "No matter what."

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## The Weight of Being the Other

The silence in Shizuka's apartment felt thick, oppressive. It wasn't the usual quiet, the one she used to cherish when lost in a good book. This silence was heavy with a yearning she couldn't quite define before, but was crystal clear now.

Shizuka paced the room, frustration knotting her stomach with every step. Memories, vivid and unwelcome, surfaced – fragments of Mizuki's laughter, the whispered promises, the way Mizuki would touch her boyfriend. Those innocent childish observations had morphed into something powerful, a hunger that surprised her as much as it terrified her.

The dreams started innocently enough. But then, they twisted, warped by this growing need inside her. She dreamt of Shion's hand trailing down her arm, sending sparks through her that went beyond just friendship. She dreamt of stolen kisses, of whispered fantasies that made her cheeks burn even now.

But then, reality crashed in. Shizuka wasn't supposed to have these feelings, not supposed to crave the intimacy between lovers. She tried to distract herself, bury herself in books, video games, or even her Lolita dresses. But the hunger remained, a gnawing ache that wouldn't be ignored.

Frustration morphed into a desperate anger. Why her? Why was she burdened with this impossible choice? Tears pricked at her eyes, blurring the already distorted world around her.

A single, chilling voice cut through the turmoil in her head. "Are you finished?" Deathclaw's voice, devoid of its usual malice, held a strange note of concern.

Shizuka crumpled onto the bed, sobs wracking her slender frame. "It's not fair," she choked out. "I just... I want to know.  What did it feel like for Mizuki? For you, even?"

Silence stretched, thick and heavy. Then, Deathclaw spoke again, his voice almost gentle. "Do you want... a release?"

Shizuka hesitated, the words strange coming from the entity that held her life hostage. But the desperation within her outweighed the fear. "Yes," she whispered, her voice raw. "Please."

There was a shift in the air, subtle, but undeniable. The room seemed to press in on her, the edges blurring ever so slightly. Shame pulsed through her, a counterpoint to the growing need. But she pushed past it, focusing on the memories, the distorted dreams, the yearning for something she could never truly have.

The release came in waves, a desperate grasping at a fleeting sense of peace. When it finally subsided, the room seemed to settle back into its normal proportions. Shizuka lay on the bed, spent and emotionally drained.

Deathclaw's voice, still oddly subdued, echoed in her mind. "Better?"

Shizuka managed a weak nod. "For now," she whispered.

A strange silence descended, a truce of sorts between the two entities bound by an impossible pact. Shizuka knew this wasn't a solution, just a temporary release. But for now, curled up in the quiet of her apartment, it was all she could afford.






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This story is written with heavy AI assistance.

These are little episodes I was thinking of using to fill up space in Mizuki's story, but I was doing so much of them I realized they were better off by themselves, since they have no thematic importance to the other story. Generally, these are little story ideas that are just silly anecdotes that aren't useful in a full story, some of which have been alluded to in other stories (in particular, Kanna trying to sneak out of the mansion as a maid).

It's important to note that the episodes don't really have a set order, just that they vaguely take place when Shizuka is around 17 years old (which is roughly the time period when Wanderers of Sorceria takes place because in the Warcraft III campaign five years 'pass' in the dream world before the events happen). This basically puts Kanna and Shion still in high school (Ziel and Shizuka don't go to school). The most important event taking place before that is Shizuka having trouble controlling her sexual urges, which manifested in a violent way in the campaign. That's not to say she doesn't still have trouble with it afterward, but still, suppressing it is really bad for her.

I would roughly estimate that this anthology overlaps with Kanna's second and third year of high school and ends sometime in June, so Shizuka should be 18 by the end of this part (in my notes Shizuka has a June birthday and Kanna has an August birthday, which means Shizuka is actually older than Kanna. Shion and Ziel don't actually have set birth months which is why everyones' ages are usually fudged around).

This also serves as an 'introduction' to Haruka in the main story. Haruka in the Fashion Model stories was an older maid who picked on the younger Erika (Erika would be in Hikaru and Kurumi's age group), but here Haruka is younger and roughly the same age as Kanna, and as such they're contemporaries (and Kanna treats her like another one of her friends, even though that is not professionally appropriate for Haruka to respond to that). I imagine Kanna's rebellious episodes rubbed off on her over the years when Haruka eventually becomes the 'older sister' among the maids. It's probably also why Kanna doesn't seriously reprimand Haruka's antics.

Younger Kanna is showing a lot more personality and flaws than her depiction in Wanderers of Sorceria. In my mind Kanna is really smart and a strategist, but not a tactician, so that leads to her having big ideas, but not the sense to carry out the smaller details. In other words, she has more money than sense. The reason she gets along with people like Shion and Shizuka so much is they can cover for that weakness for her (Ziel is just a little too happy to let her stumble just so he can laugh at her). In the absence of either of them Kanna is prone to making a bunch of silly mistakes. This ultimately sets her apart from Yue Fang/Luna who is blatantly based on Kanna (Luna hasn't appeared in the story yet; she's a tomboy Three Kingdoms enthusiast who needs a shot at making her own character divergence). 

I've had to take care to not make Shizuka's friendship with Kanna sapphic, although I don't mind if people want to view it that way (because it's not going to end with them as a couple). I've settled on Shizuka's 'friendship priority' going like this: Mizuki, Kanna, Shion, Ziel, Luna (when she shows up). So yeah, when it really boils down to it Shizuka prioritizes her friendship with Kanna over romancing Shion. Hikaru and Kurumi would shoot up to the top after Wanderers of Sorceria/another time skip happens, but that's not pertinent right now.

You might wonder why Hokuto is not in any of these stories, but I think her presence puts a needless complication on everything (in fact, of all my 'original' original characters she's extremely problematic to use considering she's grossly overpowered). So does Chika for that matter (mostly because she's an annoying brat at this point in the story). With Miranda her age was always in flux, but I think I settled on making her a year older than Chika (and since I decided to make Chika and Ayame roughly contemporaries in age with Hikaru and Kurumi that puts Miranda as around four years younger than Shizuka... I think, which would put Miranda as the same age as Hana).

If it's not clear by now, this is the 'true' meaning of the Zande Witches: Shizuka's unreasonably repressed desire for sex. The Witches are Shizuka's own 'contribution' to Purgatory in a 'previous loop' which managed to endure: they are all virgins, they wear red dresses, and they take girls from other families to bolster their numbers (although the virgin thing is questionable because I'm sure some of them slept with men just to have baby girls, like the Amazons). I think the clown thing is unrelated, but it's a possible contribution (it certainly wasn't ever a thing I had in mind)



~ Razorclaw X