POST ONE HUNDRED!
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Shizune swelled with pride as she looked upon her masterwork. The Student Council meeting room was packed with any and every relevant person she could find. All of the third year class representatives were there, as well as the most charismatic reps from the first and second years. The staff advisor to the student council was there too, as was Lilly's own home room teacher. Most importantly, the Vice-Principal was present, ready to lay down the law upon Miss Satou. For posterity's sake, Shizune also contacted the school newspaper, or “The Feminist Propaganda Corps” as Kenji called them, and they had sent two of their reporters.
Lilly wasn't just going to be destroyed that day, she was going to be
annihilated.
The desks in the room were rearranged from their usual circle to a layout more akin to that of a classroom, with the guests all facing the council officers who stationed themselves at the front of the room. Two desks front and center were still vacant. One was reserved for Lilly and the other for whoever accompanies her to class. Treasury Secretary Kenji Setou was seated among the guests, next to where Lilly would be; he would lose his credibility as an impartial witness if it was known that he was an officer in the student council. In any case, Kenji probably wanted to be able watch Lilly get crushed, up close with his own lousy eyes.
Getting Kenji on her side was essential to Shizune's plan. Given her known animosity towards Lilly, any complaint lodged against her would be dismissed as hearsay and slander. Without an unbiased party on her side, Shizune would have only have been able to unseat Lilly as class representative, a position she might be able to persuade her way back into by sweet talking with some of the teachers. As a sociopath who hated ALL women, including Shizune herself, she had found the perfect unbiased ally in Kenji.
Kenji in on himself was an unexpected challenge. Men respond to three things: fear, sex, and power. Normally it doesn't take much from one of those categories to get a loser on the bottom of the food chain to bend to your will. Surprisingly, Shizune was forced to use all three, in that order. His help had better be worth the trouble.
The entry of Lilly and Hisao into the room suddenly put a halt to the restless shuffling and chattering among the spectators. The sight of Lilly tenderly holding onto Hisao's arm made Shizune's blood boil. She did not like being reminded of her defeats, no matter how minor. And losing Hisao's allegiance to that blind foreign cow and her troll of a girlfriend was definitely
not a minor defeat.
The condemned was led to her appointed seat, while her escort exchanged dirty looks with the Treasurer. With all the players present, it was time for the slaughter to begin.
“If there are no objections, the special meeting of the Yamaku High School Student Council will begin. We will begin by reviewing the minutes of our last meeting...” Shizune signals Misha to skip the formalities and cut to the main event. “Oh! Uh, er, Mr. Kenji Setou, do you have something to share with us?” She walks over to Setou's desk and he hands her a plain manila envelope. Lilly must be aware of what just happened because the color drained away from her face. Shizune tries making out the words she and Hisao exchange but all she could read are “It's okay, it's okay” from Lilly's lips. She might have tried putting up a strong front for Hisao, but under the desk she was clutching onto Kenji's hand, much to his dismay. The poor girl was holding hands with the very man who betrayed her. Shizune signaled Misha to open up the envelope and read its contents out loud.
“Eh?! Eh?” Misha freezes in place after quickly reviewing the papers Kenji handed to her. Without signing any explanation, Misha handed the papers to Shizune, who became petrified at the contents.
I, Kenji Setou, hereby lodge a complaint against third year students Shizune Hakamichi and Shiina Mikado. On the date in question, the two students threatened me with bodily harm, physically attacked me, put me in restraints, and sexually assaulted me...
Behind the letter of complaint was a glossy print of a photograph that depicted Shizune and Misha doing unwholesome things to a blindfolded and handcuffed Kenji in his room. Just where the hell did this photo come from? Shizune began to feel faint as she put the pieces together. All the cameras and junk in Kenji's room weren't just for show. Apparently some of it was powered on and they were recording the events of that evening. As a final stab, Kenji wrote on a sticky note attached to the photo.
“This is not the only photo. There are many copies of this one alone. Hurt her and I hurt you.”
The two council members looked up as they tried regaining their composure. All eyes in the classroom were planted squarely upon the two panicking girls at the head of the class. They couldn't see the photos from where they were sitting but no doubt they were confused by the meeting's sudden derailment. Shizune looked at Lilly and her cohorts. True to his word, Kenji had indeed made more copies of the photo, and had handed one to Hisao, whose eyes constantly darted between trying to discreetly inspect the photo and gawking at Shizune and Misha with horror.
After whispering a few words in Lilly's ear, Kenji faced his fellow council members, with a smirk on his face. He raised his right hand, pointed his index finger at Shizune's general direction, and made cocking gestures with his thumb.
Faced with defeat, Shizune hid the damning papers in her bag and dictated an improvised meeting agenda to Misha, who was currently sweating bullets.
“Sorry for the mix up, ladies and gentlemen. Um, we've assembled this meeting to introduce our new Student Council Treasurer...”
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“What would you like to do now?” Lilly asked. She had spent the day in town with Kenji and they had both taken a break on a park bench.
“Beats me, bro. Anything else you wanna do?” Kenji was still in denial that he was on a date, and had been calling Lilly masculine nicknames to soften the blow.
“Well, we could go to the theater and listen to a movie.”
“Nah, it's all action flicks you'd actually have to see to get. I don't think the other folks would like me narrating it for you the whole time.”
“Oh my, that would be rude of us, wouldn't it?” Lilly laughed, then switched to a serious tone as she reached into her purse. “...so I guess that it has come to this.”
Kenji jumped up from the bench before Lilly could have a chance to put the gun to his temple. Apparently he had been a pawn in Lilly's game all along. Kenji should have known that there is NO “right” side to join when it comes to a fight between feminist warlords. He always knew women and betrayal came hand in hand, but this time, it hurt. A lot.
“Why, Lilly? Why?”
“Are... you surprised, Kenji? Did you really not see this coming?” Lilly sounded troubled, perhaps she too had fallen for her own enemy. She had also gotten up from the park bench. In spite of her blindness, she managed to keep the gun pointed at Kenji, following the sounds of his movement. Although she was no longer right next to him, she probably could still kill him at this distance.
“Honestly, yeah.” Kenji wanted to give her a eloquent verbal beat down and a tearjerkingly awesome dying speech, but the breaking of his heart kept any defiant words from reaching his lips.
“I'm sorry Kenji.” She walked closer to him, adjusting her aim as she pinpointed the origin of Kenji's voice. Lilly raised the pistol up so her arm was flat and level with her shoulder, and the gun was pointed slightly left of the center of Kenji's face. Manly tears began rolling down Kenji's face as he faced his mortal fate. Although he was to be killed in an enemy trap, he had no regrets.
If any woman was going to kill him, he was glad it was going to be Lilly. Nobody else deserved the privilege.
“DIE, FEMINIST SCUM!” Lilly yelled as she pulled the trigger, releasing a jet of cold water from the gun, drenching Kenji's left ear. He stood there, frozen, not from the shock of having a near-death experience, but rather from hearing his own battle cry come from a
woman!
“W-What the hell, Satou! If I was Nakai, you woulda killed me from fright just now!”
“You know, your cause is doomed if you keep letting your guard down like that.” Lilly said, recovering her breath after laughing at Kenji's panic attack.
“Shit, man. If you're going to eliminate me, you should've just done it instead of playing games with me!”
“No, no, no. You misunderstand me, Kenji. I'm joining your faction. I have decided to take up arms against the Matriarchal Insurgency.”
“You can't do that, Satou, you're a girl.”
“I've defected. Just think of me as one of the guys. But prettier.” Actually, Kenji had been doing just that up until now. Lilly was just one another dude to him. Just another dude that he happened to find attractive, occasionally kiss, and had slept with once. He decided to let her play along.
“Defected, huh? I'd hate to break it to you but you're joining the losing side. Things ain't looking too good for us men.”
“Oh really? If I remember correctly, you've somehow managed to singlehandedly foil a major Feminist plot, blackmail the two most powerful women in your school, strong arm your way into the student council, AND you've seduced an influential enemy into joining your side. I would say things are looking pretty good for our cause right now, wouldn't you say?”
“Damn, you're right. You're still in for a struggle though. Women won't forget nor forgive your treason. Ever. I suggest you start carrying your cane sword.”
“I don't have a cane sword.” Lilly giggled.
“What? I thought all you blind people had one. No matter, you can have mine.”
“That's sweet of you. So what's our next move?”
“We go swing by the market and pick up some supplies to bring back to HQ. We have a victory to celebrate.”
Kenji briefly wondered what Lilly's intentions were. Was she really a high ranking Feminazi who had defected? Or was she going to be an infiltrator who was going to try killing him in his sleep? Or perhaps she not a feminist at all, just a girl who was playing along for his sake? None of that mattered, really. Kenji shook those thoughts out of his head and looked up at his new sister-in-arms. She had somehow struck a pose, holding her squirt gun by her shoulder pointing it straight up, looking like a Western action hero on a movie poster.
If only she knew how cool she looked right now. And how beautiful.
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And there you go, I started out just wanting to paint a scene where Kenji and Lilly start to not-hate each other due to their mutual loneliness. Then it all went to hell from there. Hope you enjoyed this half as much as I enjoyed typing it up.
And in the words of a true bro:
Part 3 is mostly done and should be up after I return from work this evening. 
