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Chapter
Act Three.

Ishitani
stares blankly at the redhead.

“I
wouldn’t bother you normally, Yoshikatsu-kun. However, I
need you to watch Kouma.”

Ishitani
trembles. “...no...no!”

“Come
on,” counters Kuwabara, “be reasonable....”

“Fuck
no! It’s your turn!”

“I
won’t let you put guilt on me. You do this to me all the time.”

Ishitani
winces. “Why?”

A
huge, silly grin graces Kuwabara’s face. “I’ve got
a date.”

“With
who I think it is?” asks Ishitani. Kuwabara nods. “Oh,
fuck...I can’t make you deal with Kouma.”

Kouma,
a boisterous eight-year old, waltzes in without further warning.
“Sugoi! Great place! So, Yoshi-ojisan--this is
where you hide at night.”

Shizuka
stares blankly at the scene.

Kouma
notes her presence. “I see we’re entertaining a lady
friend.” The boy jumps next to Shizuka, taking her hand in his.
“Do yourself a favor: drop the old man there,” Kouma
says, speaking of Ishitani, “and wait for me to reach puberty.
I promise you that I’ll be worth your time.”

Shizuka
giggles. “You’re silly.”

Pouting,
Kouma folds his arms. “Silly!? Hn! You’re going to miss
out on some high-quality love.”

“I...think
I’ll manage to carry on.” Shizuka smiles.

Ishitani
gives Kuwabara a pleading look. “Couldn’t you convince
Urameshi-kun to--*?”

“No.
Tried already.”

“Minamino?”

“Visiting
his family.”

“Hiei?
He doesn’t do shit.”

“Said
he’d kill him.”

“Kuso....”

Kuwabara
pouts. “...Kouma likes you!”

“He
likes you better!” Ishitani counters.

“You
have newer video games. Just keep him busy and you’ll be fine.
I don’t want to be an asshole about your apartment....”

Ishitani
glares at Kuwabara a moment. “...whatever. I see where this is
going.” He draws himself closer to Kuwabara. “You. owe.
me.”

“Okay.
Nothing involving school, though.”

“That’s
why I’m around Kaiba.” Ishitani plasters on a fake grin
as Kuwabara leaves, the teacher doing gleeful back flips down the
stairs.

“You’re
so pretty,” smiles Kouma. “Please reconsider....”

Shizuka
continues giggling.

“Enough,
onore.” Ishitani musses Kouma’s curls. “Go
to my room--end of the hall, to your left--while I fix you a
milkshake.”

“Okay....”
Sighing melodramatically, Kouma heads to his uncle’s room.

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Milk...sugar...vanilla
ice cream, strawberry and chocolate syrup...some walnuts...enough
sake to knock out an elephant....

Ishitani
blends his ingredients, pours the spiked milkshake into a glass, and
takes the drink to Kouma.

The
boy is cradled in Shizuka’s arms, nuzzling into her chest; the
flustered girl tries to turn one of Ishitani’s pornography
magazines into a harmless bedtime story.

“...let
me try again....” Shizuka clears her throat. “Once, in
the faraway land of...anou...a--a faraway land.

“The
lady Chisako lay on the skin of...a slain beast; as she
awaited...h-her prince, the handsome...a-and noble...Masanori....”
Shizuka trails off, embarrassed and aroused by “Masanori’s”
large, erect penis--pointing right at her.

“Kouma’s
pulling you, Shizu-kun,” grins Ishitani. “This
will put him to sleep much faster.”

“But
Yoshi-ojisan,” says Kouma in a mock-whine, “I want
her to finish the story.”

Ishitani
drops to the boy’s eye level, handing Kouma the milkshake.
“Drink. Now.”

“I’m
on to your spiked milkshake trick, chikushoume!”

“I
don’t give a fuck, warugaki,” hisses Ishitani in
Kouma’s ear. “Now drink this, or I will beat the snot out
of you.”

Frowning,
Kouma obeys. Shizuka gently extricates herself from the boy’s
arms, tossing the magazine back underneath the bed.

A
few minutes pass, and Kouma falls asleep.

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“Your
gikei, ne?” asks Shizuka.

Ishitani
nods. “My older brother married his older sister, giving the
world that hellion in my room.

“That’s
the prelude.” Ishitani and Shizuka leave Kouma to sleep.

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“How
much progress has been made on the Selections?” asks Kazuhiko.
“Takara-san?”

“Not
even close. She doesn’t like to be the seme.”
Senzo scowls.

“You’ve
been having this problem from the start to winter break. Please
consider that we’re dealing with virgins. Most of them aren’t
dominatrices.”

“Whatever.
I’m not asking her to carry a bullwhip, Aomori; I just want her
to be on top.”

“Then
you should tell her that,” says Seto. “We haven’t
trained women to read our minds yet.”

Senzo
sighs. “Senzo’s never had a girl on top....”

“I
should have killed him when he was a freshman,” Ishitani
mutters.

The
others groan.

Kazuhiko
turns to Zenime. “Zeni-kun, progress on Honda-san.”

“None,
oddly enough. He’s been avoiding me,” says Zenime coldly.

“Ishitani-san?”

“Making
great progress. I’m on a different tack. Figuring as this is my
senior year, I ought to leave the kid stuff behind.”

“You’re
serious about Kawai?” wonders Seto.

“What
of it?”

“Not
really my concern, except you should be certain that she’s
serious about you.”

“Unlike
you, Kaiba, I don’t have a stick up my ass when it comes to my
heart. It’s a win-win for me, as always. My goal is to make her
a great lover. If she stays mine, all the better.

“But
if she’s just enjoying herself, then I’ll take it for
what it is. I’ll give her the best time of her life, and we’ll
part ways gently.”

Zenime
scoffs at Seto and Ishitani. “Women aren’t like that. We
don’t just give our virgin to anyone offering a good time.”

“I’ve
seen too much to the contrary,” counters Seto.

Ishitani
stares blankly at Zenime. “I’ve had several virgins who
were in it for the thrill ride; nothing more. Please pardon our
cynicism.

“It’s
strange enough that Kaiba and I agree on something.”

“You’re
wrong.”

“You
don’t comprise all of womanhood, Zenime.” Kazuhiko glares
at his friend. “My progress goes well; I have a unique
mentorship in mind, and it starts on winter break. Kaiba-kun?”

“Slow.
The head of Ichigo Toys keeps pestering me.”

“You
can’t use your usual strategy of telling her to fuck off?”
says Ishitani in mock wonder.

“The
president of said company is my late predecessor’s imouto.
She and I share custody of Mokuba. As the lot of you know, my
predecessor was a miserable asshole.”

“Eh,
furuyarou-sama wasn’t that bad,” says Senzo.

Seto
scowls at the dark-haired youth, blue eyes narrowed to burning slits.

“Get
over yourself, Kaiba. You act like you had the only hard life.
Shouldn’t have set your expectations so damned high.

“Me
and my siblings didn’t even have a choice.” Ishitani rubs
his fists. “You could have held out at the orphanage until you
were thirteen. Takeshi and I had to move out before we killed our
bastard father.”

“Truth
be told, none of us really like our parents, Kaiba-kun,”
adds Kazuhiko. “For example, my mother’s a foul baita;
my father a weak, obsequious fool.”

“My
family wants me to take on the family business, and be serious,”
Senzo moans. “If they give me the reins to TAKARA, I’m
selling to Hasbro and moving to a tropical island I’ll buy on a
whim.

“Senzo
knows he’s not a responsible, serious nipponjin. And I
won’t pretend otherwise.”

“...you’re
all idiots. Your parents are just stupid. Gozaburo didn’t give
a damn about me.” Seto heaves his shoulders.

“Fuck,
Seto--what do you want? You weren’t his. If he’d sired
you and treated you the way he did, then we could sympathize.”
Senzo rolls his eyes.

“Does
this have anything to do with Discovery?” asks Kazuhiko.

“Only
on my end. Let’s return to the topic at hand,” says Seto.

“We
can presume, then, that you and Mazaki-kun are enjoying
yourselves.”

“Draw
whatever conclusions you like.” Seto rises and takes leave of
the others.

Ishitani
grins as Seto retreats. “Mazaki sucks.”

“Nani!?”
hisses Zenime.

“I
mean in a great way. Kaiba has a nice-sized cock. The things you
learn in gym....

“Then
again, that brat Mazaki has such a big, saucy mouth--it had to be
useful somehow.”

“...why
doesn’t your attempt to reassure me work?”

“Because
you’re a silly, coddled woman who’s never hung out at the
lower districts. You’re unused to the foul, unvarnished
tongue.”

“...shut
up.” Rolling her eyes, Zenime leaves.

Senzo
notes a girl, his Selection. “Senzo...must again try.” He
leaves after the girl.

“If
I hear him refer to himself in the third person again, I’m
wringing his neck,” hisses Ishitani.

“Wait
in line.” Kazuhiko stares balefully at the departing Senzo.

Yuugi
approaches the two seniors, slams a book on their table, glares at
them, and leaves.

“Mutou
doesn’t normally have an attitude problem,” scowls
Ishitani, “but I won’t let his height hold me back from
correcting it.”

“Wait.
It may have something to do with this....” Kazuhiko opens the
book. Turning the pages; his eyes widen, then narrow.

Kazuhiko
shuts the book. “We must speak with the kouchou.”

“What’s
in that thing?”

“Enough
to undo centuries of work.” Kazuhiko’s expression is
inscrutable.

Ishitani
snatches the book, thumbing through it himself. “I can just
kick his ass, then. Why waste time with the omo?”

“You’ll
be expelled. Again. And he’ll be free to act as he wishes.”

“Listen,
Aomori. I know how fucks like him work. Plausible deniability.
They’ll just transfer him to another school; he’ll wait
it out until the omo retires or dies.”

“Don’t
worry, Ishitani-san. We’ll defeat his efforts.”

“How?”
demands a soft voice.

The
seniors look down, finding Yuugi. “You came back?”
Ishitani asks.

“Whatever
you plan to do, it had better work. I don’t like finding my
friends exploited.”

“Nor
do I, Mutou-kun. I’m even angrier than you.

“Would
you please take this to your senpai Kaiba?” Kazuhiko
hands the book to Yuugi. “Make sure he returns it to the
teacher it belongs to after he’s done with it.”

Yuugi
scowls at Kazuhiko. “...fine.” He snatches the book from
the senior and leaves.

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“I
presume this is important, Mutou-kun; enough to drag me out of
class.” Seto folds his arms.

Yuugi
shoves the book in Seto’s face.

Seto
takes the book. “You know the sooner I finish these idiotic
classes,” he continues, opening the book randomly, “the
sooner you and your friends are rid of--what the fuck is this?”
The youth’s blue eyes widen at a picture of a showering Anzu,
his cheeks coloring.

“You
mean you don’t like photos of Anzu-kun naked?”

“It’s
not the photo. And for your knowledge, I don’t need pictures.

“It’s
the blurb. While it may be true that Mazaki has great breasts, I
don’t want her sold overseas or gang-raped because of it. I’ll
take care of this.” Seto stalks away.

“Make
sure to take the book back,” says Yuugi.

Seto
continues his stride, gripping the book. I’ll be sure to
stuff it up the bastard’s ass when I return it to him.

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“The
plan. I need one. Now,” hisses Seto.

“I’m
the fuckin’ muscle. Where are the others?” counters
Ishitani.

“I
spoke to the kouchou. A request from a former Panel member
states that he doesn’t want Aomori to know the details. Takara,
as you know, is an idiot. Kinmura can’t know about the book for
obvious reasons.”

“...so
we’re fucked.”

“By
an incubus with eighty tentacles. Any recommendations?”

“I
know some yakuza who don’t deal in skin. They can take
out this fuck,” spits Ishitani, surly.

“Our
backup, maybe.” Seto rolls his eyes. “I have trained
assassins on my payroll who’d do a cleaner job; yet it’d
look suspicious that a math teacher had a hit placed on him. Too easy
to trace back to us.

“Besides
which: if we have him killed, another opportunist slides in after we
graduate. We have to shut him down now. I can work on his buyers, but
I’ve got to know who they are.”

“That
won’t take long. Now, Kaiba; how do we stop Kinmura from
fucking up Discovery?”

“We
talk to her. What happened to make her this angry?”

“I
think Aomori’s oniisan picked her, then after he
graduated stopped talking to her.

“Maybe
she was in love with him?”

Seto
laughs. “Doesn’t she realize that if anything came of the
relationship, she’d have Aomori as a brother-in-law?”

“They’re
already like family in a way--that’s why they never dated.
Friends since they were three.”

“Mutou
and Mazaki were close friends since kindergarten,” sighs Seto.
“Mutou’s not normally combative, but if you fuck with his
family or friends, you have hell to pay.”

“So
he has reason to be pissed. Katsu-chan won’t like this
either.”

“It’s
not bonkotsu’s business. Mutou’s involved more
than he should be as is. We’re fortunate that he brought this
to us instead of his friends.”

“Anzu...would
overreact....”

“Yeah....”
Seto pours himself a scotch. “Want some, Ishitani? I need
this.”

Ishitani
accepts the offer. “Thank you.” The two young men down
their shots.

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“I
found out nothing, Aomori-san.” Yuugi sits next to Kazuhiko,
sitting alone outside during study period. “Don’t keep me
out of the loop.”

Kazuhiko
sighs, adjusting his glasses. “During the course of Discovery,
only the five seniors who initiated it can be privy to any further
information.”

“Listen.
I didn’t tell my friends about the damn book because I didn’t
want to alarm them. But if you don’t tell me what’s going
on, I will let them know that they and their loved ones are in
danger--especially Mazaki and Jounouchi.

“That’s
not how it works. At any rate, Kaiba-kun hasn’t told me
much information of use; Takara-san knows nothing. Under other
circumstances, the five of us would have conferred immediately.

“Something
involving prior Panel members must be blocking me from pertinent
information, so I have to use my own avenues.”

“Are
you more concerned about preserving this tradition than protecting
your schoolmates?”

“The
purpose of this tradition is to protect our schoolmates, Mutou-kun.
The small number is to ensure accountability.

“You
already know more than you should.”

“Then
I want to understand everything.

“My
grandfather has a friend in Sarayashiki who owns a ramen shop. That
man’s daughter was abducted by sex traders on her wedding
day--almost ten years ago. Her close friends had to bury her just a
few months ago.

“I
saw the misery on her fiancé’s face. That young woman
was his best friend. That father, the fiancé; their friends
and family--they spent years searching for this woman, only to find
her dead.

“The
same burden won’t be put on my back.”

“I
agree. We must work together, Mutou-kun.” Kazuhiko
cleans his glasses. The green-eyed youth continues. “This
involves a relationship between Zenime and my ani.

“They
were intimate. At first, it was difficult for me to deal with; I had
developed feelings for her in middle school. But I found that they
were happy, and I let it alone.

“Then
my brother graduated, and went to college to train for his employment
at Ichigo Toys. However, Zeni-kun is quite angry; I don’t
know why, Mutou-kun.”

“Perhaps...after
he got what he wanted from your friend,” muses Yuugi slowly,
“your brother didn’t want her anymore.”

“No,”
hisses Kazuhiko darkly. “My ani has his faults, but he
would have stated that this was the case in no uncertain terms to
both of us if that were so.

“Feelings
are not a major concern between he and I. At any rate, the rules of
Discovery forbid such nonsense.”

“Are
you thickheaded? What makes you think every student who’s ever
been on the Panel takes Discovery seriously?” says Yugi
angrily.

“What
do you think? How do seniors initiate Discovery?” asks Kazuhiko
sedately.

“Five
seniors get together and point out virgins they want to screw. Each
senior on the Panel picks a virgin and tries their hand at seduction
until they all get what they want.”

“You
are mistaken.

“Groups
of five seniors have to draw up detailed plans--akin to business
proposals--and each team presents their plan to the kouchou
and a group of sensei. Out of those groups, one is approved to
act as the Panel.

“In
the case of this Panel, the best of the senior class was chosen.”

“Even
talking glands like Ishitani and Takara?” balks Yuugi.

“Watch
yourself, Mutou-kun. Those two men are ideally qualified.”

“It’s
natural to think well of your friends.”

“Of
course. You trust them to be serious when you need them to be. Even
Takara-san is serious in his way.

“Put
yourself in my place, Mutou-kun. You have your friends:
Mazaki, Honda, Jounouchi, and Sugihashi. You’d carefully study
them to know whether they were mature enough to initiate Discovery,
of course.”

“In
the end, you trust your friends to use reasonable judgment.”

“Yes.
Therefore, the outcome lies in a person’s judgment of his
friends. I’m confident in my judgment of character--I know I’ve
chosen well.”

“What
about Kinmura-san?” asks Yuugi.

“Zenime
is my closest friend, almost a sister. If she has a problem, it’s
one I’m not aware of--and that will be rectified shortly.”
Kazuhiko rises from the grass smoothly. “I must return to
class.

“Meet
me out front after school.” After acknowledging Yuugi’s
nod, the two schoolmates part ways.

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Author’s
Notes:

Ishitani
and Kuwabara both apparently fear...babysitting their nephew. One
wonders if the English teacher will get lucky....

And
it seems that Zenime’s bitterness regarding her past heartbreak
has begun to surface. Also, Kazuhiko, Seto, and Ishitani are on the
case...but not on the same page.

Will
this conflict cause friction between the five senior classmates? What
is the cause of Zenime’s anger? Could Tsukiyama’s schemes
slow or stop Discovery for the Panel?

And
when will Senzo quit referring to himself in the third person?

Find
out next time. For now: review. I hope you did enjoy.

:)
Stoner Sunshine :)
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