Episode 3

Wheezy breathing crackles.

Nino hugged the ledge with all his might, gritting his teeth as he watched a darkly-clad figure walk towards him ominously. Its black cape billowing behind him, light saber swinging at its side. It held out a hand and spoke to him.

“Ninomiya Landlord, you can destroy the Emperor. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy.”

“I will never succumb to your will!” he yelled, glaring. His grip seemed to be slipping.

“I find your lack of underwear disturbing.”

“Cease using your X-ray vision on me!”

Huh?... Wait a second… Wheezy breathing crackles once more.

“Nino, I am your…,” Darth Vader started and then reached up and took off his mask. “Kazu-ki!”

Nino’s eyes widened. “Nooooooooooooooo….”

“Will you stop squealing like a girl?” Mao rolled her eyes as she shook the light saber at him.

He gave a scowl. “What are you doing here?”

Mao smiled sweetly at him. Too sweetly. “I’m just here to make sure you plummet to your death.”

“You may strike me down but- Hey! Watch where you poke that thing!” he gritted at her, interrupting his supposed dramatic speech.

Mao was happily poking him with her light saber. He felt his grip slipping again. She then started tickling him.

“Coochiecoochiecoo,” she giggled.

He wasn’t going to make it. “Watch it! Okay, okay. I change my mind. I will take your offer.”

Mao gave an evil grin. “Sorry, deal’s off! Wasn’t really serious about it, anyway. I’d much rather watch you fall.”

She gave him one last poke. And then all was lost.

“Nooooooooooo…,” he wailed yet again falling and watching her wave good-bye cheerily.

That was when he had woken up with a jolt. What the hell?

“She’s in my head, Aiba! She’s slowly getting into my head!” he cried as he grabbed the front of Aiba’s apron.

Aiba had stared at him silently.

“And I gave in! I gave in! A Jedi should never give in to the Dark Side!” he added, babbling on, sounding frantic. He hated that the dream somehow was a clear reflection of what was happening in reality. He must never sell his soul to the Devil-Slash-Darth-Vader-Slash-Inoue.

Aiba had regarded him silently again as he looked up at him.

“I’m going to pretend nothing weird just happened, my Jedi friend. Now, can you beam us back to Earth?”

Nino idly fiddled with the many Star Wars buttons he has pinned on his apron. (Vote Yoda ’08, Vote Luke Skywalker ’08, Use the Force, Princess Leia Is Out Of This World….) The past few days have been- He jumped as his phone rang to Darth Vader’s theme. He immediately knew who was calling. Aiba rolled his eyes as he watched Nino take out his phone apprehensively. DanDanDaDan~

“Aren’t you being a little too overdramatic? She won’t bite.”

He and Jun don’t really get how sinister, how conniving, how diabolical she really is. (They’re still too busy trying to compete with each other over her.) In other words, Darth Maul will probably be running screaming from the room if he meets her. Okay, so he was exaggerating a little bit but she was pure evil. A Sith. Hmm…

“Oh yes she does,” he muttered darkly.

“Heh?”

He had just gotten home that time, feeling extremely tired and sleepy. He just wanted a hot bath, a glass of warm milk and then settle into his bed. The minute he opened the door, Mao jumped out and excitedly held out her hands to him.

“Givemegivemegiveme,” she said, beaming.

He stared blankly at her.

“My cinnamon roll. Been thinking about it all day!” she grinned at him like a kid.

Wookiees! She narrowed her eyes at the expression on his face, slowly lowering down her hands. “You forgot?”

Nino scratched his head sheepishly. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll bring you one home tomorrow.”

She stood there looking at him, not amused. Nino could feel her aura changing.

“Oh look at the time!” he exclaimed then yawned exaggeratedly. “I better hit the sack! Oyasumi!”

He gave a stiff grin and quickly headed towards his room, holding his breath and praying. And then-

“Geroffme!” he yelled as Mao had jumped on him again. She then bit him on his shoulder. Hard.

“OW!” he shouted as he shook her off. Mao let go and landed on her feet, glaring at him. He should be the one doing all the glaring here! “What was that?!”

“You smell of cinnamon. I just took a bite,” she said flatly.

Nino stared at her in disbelief as he rubbed his shoulder.

“And that will teach you to forget about me!” she then shot at him.

“I said I was sorry!”

“But you still forgot!” she scowled.

He opened his mouth to- Nino’s thoughts broke, bringing him back to the present. Aiba had been shaking him out of his reverie.

“Stop thinking back to that time. Just tell me, did she really bite you? Where? Why?” Aiba asked, still shaking him.

Nino pushed him off. “She took me for a cinnamon roll.”

“Cinnamon roll? That’s something new…”

“Are you thinking of something dirty?” Nino looked at him disgusted. “It’s not like that!”

“Admit it. You enjoyed it,” Aiba narrowed his eyes at him.

Nino scowled at him. “I’m not a pervert like you!”

“It’s not perversion,” Aiba defended. And then thoughtfully added,” You know, Aoi doesn’t look like someone who will be into biting. You better be prepa-“

Nino jumped and slapped Aiba on the head with a towel. “Will you stop being disgusting?”

Aiba glowered at him. He was just trying to help! DanDanDaDan~

“Just answer it already!” he yelled at Nino.

Nino looked down at his phone again. He was so torn. He wanted to answer it but another part of him didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had him. She had him good. Zaptrons! He bets she most probably is surer about that fact, he thought bitterly. She had been extra demanding after claiming it was her right for helping him out with Aoi. (Hello! He still can’t talk to her properly!) She had asked, no, ordered him to buy okonomiyaki when he goes home.

She wanted one with tako. No, chicken. Nah, pork. Ooooh, ika’s much better. Hmmm…. Back to tako. And then she wanted three: tako, pork, ika. But tako and ika would almost taste the same. Tako and pork then. It just goes on and on and on…. She was sending him messages of every step of her decision-making, driving him completely nuts! (He sounds nuts now.) In the end, she wanted ramen. Hmm… What kind of ramen?...

Gar.

He had come home with okonomiyaki (Yes, she went back to okonomiyaki after a bajillion more messages.) and she wasn’t even there! He waited till eleven and then just ate the okonomiyaki (tako) so it wouldn’t go to waste. He was woken up at around two in the morning by loud banging on his door. Groaning, he went to open it, trying to keep his eyes open.

“Where’s my okonomiyaki?” she had asked. She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes.

He looked at her disapprovingly. “I ate it! You should have the intention of staying home when you ask for something!”

“What? I had the intention of making it my midnight snack!”

“Well, too bad, I didn’t know that. Besides, it won’t taste as good anymore!”

They had another squabble. She had kicked him in the shin. Bigger squabble. They- Aiba was shaking him again and lightly slapping his cheeks.

“You’re zoning out again,” Aiba mused. “Answer the damn phone! That tone is giving me a headache. I’m almost expecting Darth to suddenly appear!”

Teeth gritted, Nino finally picked up.

“What took you so long?” Mao yelled at him.

“There’s a lot of customers right now,” he said in a fake cheery voice. “Irrashaimase!” he fake-called.

“Whatever. You know what to do next.”

Nino sighed exasperated. “Do I really have to do that everytime? I’ve learned my lesson, okay?”

After the okonomiyaki incident (He was still sporting a bruise on his shin.), he had decided to ignore her demands, refusing to answer any of her calls. She had stopped calling and Nino felt slightly smug about that. Finally, she gets it that she can’t control him. Ha! Chalk one up for the Jedi Team. He had come home to an empty house yet again. She’s probably off somewhere making another person miserable.

He then noticed a piece of paper stuck to the fridge. A message from the Sith. Okay, from Inoue. ‘Paid Aoi a visit’ with a drawing of a little devil. The drawing suits her just right. Nino stared at it for a moment and then- WOOKIEES! What is that girl up to?! Aoi… No… She wouldn’t dare! He’s just being paranoid…

An image of Mao grinning evilly, her face looking all eerie suddenly popped in his mind. Should he just barge into Aoi’s house and deny everything Inoue claims? Although he wasn’t sure what she would be making up- The sound of the door opening had broken into his thoughts. He watched as Mao stepped in and then waved cheerfully at him. She seems to be in a good mood. Not a good sign for him. He swears he saw her give a smug knowing smirk before heading to her room.

Before he could stop himself, he had blurted out his death sentence. Just something along the lines of “I’ll do everything you want!” Translation: “I am willing to be the idiot who offers to be your slave!” Because see, she was just using reverse psycholo-

“Hey! Hey! Are you spacing out?” Mao called to Nino. “I can’t hear you.”

Nino muttered inaudibly and then putting his right hand over his heart said,” Inoue Mao is my queen. All hail the great queen!” He then made a little jump then landed legs spread as he raised his hand in the air ala Bioman pose. (It was part of his slave contract.)

Aiba gaped at him. “Dude! You’re scaring the customers away!”

Nino ignored him as Mao’s laughter rang out. “You’re doing the pose right?”

“Yeah, I am,” he replied, trying to keep his voice calm. Her laughter continued. “What do you want?!”

“Buy watermelon home,” Mao said, still giggling. “I’ve been craving for some. We can sit out in the back porch and eat it with all the juice dripping! That would be so good!”

Nino listened as she talked giddily about it just like a kid. It was almost hard to believe this was the same girl who was so keen on torturing him. There was an innocent side to her too…

“And then we can pinpoint your home planet in the sky while we’re at it!”

But that thought crosses his mind for only a millisecond. He narrowed his eyes, not amused. Aiba then stood beside him.

“Ask her what she’s wearing right now.”

Nino stared at him blankly. “Seriously, Aiba, stop-“

“Aiba-kun wants to know?” Mao’s voice teased. “I just finished taking a shower-“

“Don’t you go walking around with just a towel on again!” Nino chided, glaring.

Aiba’s mouth dropped.

Mao giggled, acting coy. “Kazu, I never knew you are always thinking about me in just a towel.”

“Can I move in, Nino?” Aiba.

“Stop being such a naughty boy, Kazu. You’re making me blush!” she teased some more as Nino could only sputter. She gave a cheery good-bye and then hang up, chuckling at Nino’s reaction. Too cute. Her phone rang again. She grinned at the name of the caller and answered.

**

Nino took out his keys as he neared his house, a watermelon and a cinnamon roll in his other hand. I bet she’s not home again, he thought as he neared the door. He looked up and to his surprise the door was slowly opening. What the- A cloud of smoke emitted out and in the midst of all that was-

Darth Vader?!?! holding on to a light saber looking straight at him. He froze on the spot. Was he dreaming right now?

“Kazu-ki!”

Heh?

Mao’s head poked out from behind Darth. “I knew it was you! I heard your keys!”

Nino’s eyes went to the tall figure beside her who was taking off the Darth Vader mask. A grinning unfamiliar face greeted him. He and Mao turned back inside as Nino followed, getting a sinking feeling.

He coughed as the smoke filled his nostrils. His house smelled like a bar. He carefully stepped into the living room and froze. Beer can were scattered everywhere as well as cigarette butts and ashes. Open chip bags spilled out on the table and floor. Some had even been stepped on. And the dip was on the couch. Literally on the couch. Playing cards, DVDs and video games were also strewn across the floor.

Jun raised up his beer can at him from the floor, smiling like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“What’s going on here?” Nino asked calmly. His vision a little foggy due to all the smoke.

“We’re having a party!” a girl sitting on the couch said as she grinned, looking tipsy.

Mao handed him a beer can and plopped down beside Jun. Jun placed his arm around her shoulders. “These are my friends from school! Nagayama Eita and Mizukawa Asami.”

Both waved at him. “Can I have this?” Eita then asked, pointing at the light saber in his hand. Nino’s eye twitched.

“Eita, behave!” Asami ordered. Then giggled.

“Aren’t his ears big?” Mao said, smiling dreamily as Asami guffawed on the couch.

Eita narrowed his eyes at her. “Why do you have to bring that up?!”

Jun laughed out loud as he pulled Mao closer to him. He grinned endearingly at her as she hiccupped and said, “I call him Dumbo.”

Eita glowered at her, protesting, as Asami continued to guffaw, gasping for breath. BANG! Their eyes snapped towards Nino who had opened the sliding door loudly

“Party’s over,” he said flatly. “You can all leave now.”

They stared at him as awkward silence ensues. Mao felt indignant and stood up. “What is your problem? Why do you have to ruin-“

“That’s what I should be telling you!” he yelled at her. Mao stopped at the look on his face. “You come in here and mess up the place like this. Are you going to clean up?!”

Mao blinked at him. “No.”

Right.

“But they are,” she continued as she pointed at Jun and the others.

“Heh?” they chorused.

Nino felt his head throb. He never knew he had that kind of temper in him. He then pulled up her friends and started pushing them out the door, along with Jun and her.

“Stop that!” Mao shouted at him.

“Look, Nino-,” Jun started.

“Shut up both of you!” Nino shot at them. He really wasn’t in the mood. There’s a limit to one’s patience.

“You’re always embarrassing me in front of my friends!”

“Why should I give a damn!” he gritted and pushed them all out. “You’re never considerate about others!”

“Y-You’re such a poop!” Mao shot at him, looking agitated. She didn’t know why but she was feeling a bit guilty now as she looked at his face. And that was a first.

“Right back at ya!” he said and slammed the door in their faces. He opened the door again to their surprise. He then snatched the lightsaber from Eita’s hand and slammed the door shut once more.

He turned towards the living room, glaring at the work ahead of him. She has no respect, no consideration at all…. And he had been looking forward to eating watermelon with her… Gar. What was he thinking? He then stomped towards the kitchen to get a garbage bag, wondering when he would have his peace and quiet back.

**

DingdongDingdongDingdongDingdongDingdongDingdongDingDongDingDong.

“OW!” Nino yelped as he stubbed his toe in the dark. Inoue, he gritted his teeth. “Stop ringing the bell already!” he called out and pulled open the door. Someone landed at his feet startling him.

“Kazu-ki!” Mao exclaimed up at him as she laid there giggling, waving her hands up at him.

He looked at the one who had been ringing his doorbell incessantly. He had tripped and was now sitting on the ground, grinning like an idiot. Nino pushed Mao up in a sitting position. She spotted the guy and waved cheerfully.

“Bye Ryu!” she called.

“My name *hic* is Ryo,” the guy corrected.

“Bye Ryu!” Mao corrected herself, still waving her hands wildly.

Ryo waved back and stood up unsteadily as he prepared to go. Nino shook his head at him… Getting a girl drunk like this. Come to thin of it, a more decent girl wouldn’t get this drunk with who he bets was a complete stranger.

“What is wrong with you? Where are Jun and your friends?” he asked. Mao stopped waving and turned to him with a drunk smile.

“I think I split up from them coz you got me so upset,” she said as she poked him on the chest. She let out a deep breath.

“What do you have to be so upset about? I was the one cleaning all the mess up.”

“I don’t know. Just something here didn’t feel right,” she said as she patted her heart. She then took Nino’s hand and put it there. “Feel it.”

Nino yelped and quickly snatched his hand away as Mao giggled.

“Why did you drink so much? It’s not safe for a girl to be this drunk. Something could have happened to you,” he frowned at her as he steadied her.

Mao let out another deep breath as she leaned against him.

“See? You’re making me feel bad again.”

“Heh?”

“You are simple, easy to manipulate, easy to blackmail-“

“Can you get to the point? Or you just want to insult me?”

“I think I’m going to barf.”

“Wha-?!”

He closed his eyes tight and winced as Mao’s back heaved. Son of a bantha… He heard Mao give a giggle and slowly opened his eyes to look at her.

“Wookiees! I made a boo-boo!” she said, eyes unfocused. Her face scrunched up again as Nino closed his eyes resignedly.

**

Nino heaved a sigh of relief as he looked down at Mao on the bed. She had finally stopped vomiting. He could have just left her alone in the bathroom. She asked for it anyway, drinking like that. But him being him, just couldn’t do it. He even held her hair up for her. He had washed a warm towel and cleaned her up.

He looked down at what she was wearing (He didn’t consider them clothes.). He knew she wouldn’t sleep comfortably in them. Slowly walking to her closet, he looked for her pyjamas. Finding none, he retrieved a large Star Wars promo shirt from his room and helped her change into it.

What was he doing? He thought to himself as he tried not to think about it. Quickly finishing, he took out the dirty ‘clothes’ to the hamper. Now, a shower for him.

Drying his hair with a towel, he went back to her room to check on her. She had rolled over to her side, her hair covering her face. He reached out and gently brushed it away. Why can’t she be like this the whole time? Quiet and no trouble. She looked almost angelic as she slept on. He gazed down at her for a moment and then shook his head hard. Fooled I must not be! Heh. She whimpered a little in her sleep. He frowned and squatted down next to her.

“Stay. Please stay,” she mumbled.

He sat down on the floor, feeling a little concerned. Something soft brushed up against his legs. He picked it up. It was a stuffed frog. One of its eyes was about to fall off.

“Funny-looking thing,” he said with a smile as he gave it a little bop. He gave a yawn and leaned against her bed. She seemed to have stopped stirring. He better get back to his room. He gave another yawn as his eyes drooped. ‘Stay. Please stay’ echoing in his thoughts as he drifted off to sleep.

**

Mao winced as she raised herself up. Her head felt heavy. She put a hand against it, closing her eyes. Light snoring. She opened her eyes and looked down. She stared for a while and then slowly smiled. Kazu, she thought amused, feeling a warmth creep up on her. He was on the floor hugging her stuffed frog as he snored.

What was he doing there? She looked down at the Star Wars shirt. Ah. Slowly, she climbed off the bed and silently walked out of the room. She needed a glass of water.

She didn’t know why but seeing Kazu on the floor next to her made her really happy. And that was weird. Really weird. It’s just that… She has never had anyone take care of her the way he did… And he had every reason not to… He’s really asking to be taken advantage of, huh? She thought endearingly. He was simple, easy to manipulate, easy to blackmail but nonetheless a good guy… For the first time, she felt really bad about being difficult to him.

Her hand unconsciously went to the shirt she was wearing. She lifted it up to her nose. A really good, nice-smelling guy. She felt a warm flush creep up her face this time. Wookiees! What was she thinking? And why is she suddenly blurting out Wookiees like him? She shook herself mentally. Something on the kitchen table caught her eyes.

It was the watermelon she requested. Her eyes crinkled. She lifted the lid off a plate beside it. A cinnamon roll. A smile appeared on her lips as she looked down at it. Her eyes went to her bedroom door.

Something stirred inside her. It was the first time in a really long while she whole-heartedly wanted to do something for someone.

**

Nino opened the door to the house and stepped in. He heard loud chattering. Not again, he thought and hurriedly walked towards the living room ready to tell people off when he froze in his tracks. Was he seeing things? Aoi was in his living room. AOI WAS IN HIS LIVING ROOM! Is this the Twilight Zone?

“Kazu! Why are you just standing there?” Mao was standing in front of him, snapping her fingers. “Say hi!”

Nino held up his hand awkwardly. “Hi…”

“What’s this all about?” Nino asked as he pulled Mao to the side, watching Asami and Aoi talk.

“Haven’t you been longing to spend some time with her?” Mao rolled her eyes. “And I invited her to come over before, right?”

“Hey, Mao, can I have a beer?” Eita asked, popping out at her side. Everyone had been drinking sodas.

“Sorry, Ei,” Mao said, jerking her thumb at Nino. “It’s supposed to be his party. And his rule is no beer in the house.”

Who can blame him? After that incident he had to take control!

Must-follow-at-all-cost Rule #8: NO BEER! (Rootbeer allowed.) And NO SMOKING!

Must-follow-at-all-cost Rule #9: No unapproved parties.

Must-follow-at-all-cost Rule #10: No vomiting on the landlord!!!

Must-follow-at-all-cost Rule #11: Resident Inoue should never come home drunk again! Or else she’ll be sleeping outside. (Mark my words.)

Eita pouted. “That’s such a lousy rule.”

Mao agreed solemnly. Nino narrowed his eyes at her. And then turned to Eita,” Sorry about that other night. It’s just that she brings out the worst in me.”

Eita nodded vigorously. “I know what you mean. She can really drive a person nuts and-“

He caught the glint in Mao’s eyes. “Shutting up,” he mumbled and then went to get soda.

Mao pouted at him and turned to Nino. “What are you waiting for? Go talk to her!”

He grinned at her nervously.

“Okay. Don’t go to her like that. You look crazy.”

He took a deep breath. Lame. He is so lame. He can’t even do this properly. She, his mortal enemy, even had to step in!

“Erm… Thanks…,” he smiled sheepishly at her. Mao shrugged.

“I just wanted to see you make a fool of yourself in front of her,” she smirked.

Nino gave her a glare, patted her head and then went to find Aoi. Mao bit her lip as she turned to look at them. He had stepped beside Aoi and they started chatting. The way he would look at her… Just the way he acted around her… She was really someone important to him.. And she had this way about her that just beckoned people to look at her and treat her like this precious something. She didn’t even have to do anything… Even Jun and Aiba were almost in awe of her… But Kazu… it’s as if she was all he sees… A curious new feeling surfaced… Something she knows she shouldn’t be feeling…

Her thoughts were broken when Jun flicked her on her forehead. “What are you scowling about?”

“N-Nothing,” she replied. Her eyes went to Nino and Aoi. She felt her stomach tighten into a knot involuntarily.

Turning to Jun, she said, “How about we sneak out and find some other fun?”

Jun grinned down at her.

**

Nino folded up a shirt and put it into the basket. He heard someone walk out onto the backyard noisily.

“That Jun! How dare he sneak Mao out!” Aiba complained.

“Why are you still here?” Nino asked as he pulled down a pair of shorts from the clothesline.

“What? I can’t stay a while longer in my friend’s house?”

“Since when did you guys like coming here? You guys would always find a reason not to come before,” Nino reminded him.

“Duh. Since Mao became your housemate,” Aiba said. “Your house doesn’t have that weird vibe anymore.”

Nino made a face at him.

“Or maybe Ohno was the reason for that weird aura,” Aiba pondered. “Anyway, let me use your computer first.”

He noisily walked back inside the house as Nino continued to take down more clothes. He suddenly heard Mao and Jun’s voices coming from the shortcut. He looked over and saw them doubled up in laughter. Jun then took a puff from his cigarette and handed it to Mao. She put it in her mouth. They were each holding a beer bottle.

Mao spotted Nino and nudged Jun. “Wookiees! He’s spotted us! We can’t bring these contrabands in! Uwah!”

They burst into laughter as Nino narrowed his eyes at them. Jun dropped the cigarette on the ground.

“Aiba’s not too happy with you,” Nino informed as he folded a towel.

“Why? Coz I took Mao out?” he said and grabbed Mao from the back and pulled her to him, making Mao giggle. They then headed towards the front as Jun, still holding Mao, suddenly kissed her on the cheek, making her protest. Nino shook his head at them and called out ‘No beer!’. Loud snickering.

**

Mao pulled away from Jun and pushed him playfully. Laughing, she noticed something. She walked towards the table as Jun called for Aiba. She held up two cinnamon rolls. Just two? He should give her a dozen, she thought, amused. Her eyes went towards the sliding door as she bit back what she feels would be a goofy smile.

TSEEW! TSEEW! TSEEW!

Mao laughed out loud as Jun and Aiba ran out, firing toy laser guns they found in Nino’s room at each other.

“How dare you take my princess!” Aiba said in a low dramatic voice, laser gun aimed at Jun.

“She was never yours to begin with, mi amigo,” Jun sneered at him.

TSEEW! TSEEW! TSEEW!

**

Nino could hear the raucous the three were creating inside. He shouted for them to keep it down. But somehow it felt half-hearted. He welcomed the noise now. Maybe because he got used to it with Mao around. It wasn’t such a bad sound really as he heard laughter amidst the TSEEW! TSEEW!

He looked up to the night sky. Today isn’t such a bad day. He had talked to Aoi for more than five sentences. That’s gotta count for something. And Inoue did a good deed. She wasn’t all that bad. Maybe there is still hope for the Sith, he chuckled at the thought.

“What do you think he’s doing?” he heard Aiba say in a fake loud whisper.

“I think he’s communicating with his home planet,” Jun fake-whispered back.

Mao held up a finger. “Kazu~ Phone hooooooooome~”

They burst into guffaws. Nino’s eyes snapped to them. They then scrambled to get inside as Nino ran towards them.

“I’m going to blast your choobies off to space!” he yelled.

They stared at him. “Choobies?” they chorused.

“Your butts!” he said exasperated. Honestly, doesn’t anyone here watch Star Wars?

They stared at each other and then guffawed once more. Nino then snatched the light saber from Mao’s hand as Jun and Aiba’s laser gun aimed at him.

“No fair! I have no weapon!”

“You’re the prisoner anyway.”

“That’s lame! Prisoners don’t do anything! I’ll just use Kamekameha!” she yelled with the pose. The other three stared at her.

“You’re the prisoner. Just go ‘Help! Help!’,” Nino stuck his tongue out at her.

“Don’t get too cocky,” she narrowed her eyes at him. Just because she was treating him nice doesn’t mean she’s going to let him get away with everything. “I still haven’t gotten back at you for taking my clothes off!”

Jun and Aiba gaped at Nino.

“Seriously, can I move in?” Aiba.

Nino, with his mouth open, pointed the light saber at her accusingly as she smiled at him innocently.

“D-Don’t say it like that!” he glared. “Look-“

“Get his choobies!” Jun yelled.

TSEEW! TSEEW!