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Chapter
Act Four.

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--flashback--

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“Kaiba-san,
does the Panel intend to continue pursuit?” asked the
principal.

“I’m
not authorized to speak for the Panel. As individuals, we act
independently of one another.” Seto studied the principal
coolly. “As I can only consider my own choice, then: I intend
to continue pursuit.”

“I
see. You do realize that due to the rules of Discovery, I must ask
that Aomori-san remain ignorant of the contents of this envelope.”
The principal handed Seto a yellow manila envelope. “And
because of the nature of this crisis, Kinmura-san must not know what
you, Aomori-san, and Ishitani-san know.”

Seto
accepted the envelope. “I am aware.”

“Good.
Please forgive me, as I know this places undue burdens on your Panel,
especially on you and Ishitani.”

“We
can manage.”

“You
are dismissed, then.” The principal bowed to Seto. “I
wish you well.”

Seto
bowed in kind. “As do I you, kouchou.” The
executive left.

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--end
flash--

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Opening
the envelope for the fourth time since receiving it, Seto sighs. I
can’t afford to let Kinmura fuck this up. I didn’t even
want to join this idiotic Panel, and now she wants to destroy it over
a bit of heartbreak...

This
is no different than any other project; what this is, is a minor
setback. That’s how we presented our Discovery to begin with,
and I intend to see it through to completion. After reading the
contents of the envelope for the fourth time, Seto puts the documents
back inside it.

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--flashback--

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“Do
you have a written business plan, with sources?” asked Seto.

Senzo
groaned. “We’re presenting this to school faculty, not a
stuffy board of directors.”

“We
just tell them what we want to do--we don’t need a detailed
business presentation,” added Ishitani.

“Incorrect.
We actually are supposed to treat this as a business presentation.
I’m guessing this is the educational component of Discovery.”
Seto looked toward Kazuhiko, who nodded. “Then I’ll also
presume that none of you have one written.”

“We’re
starting from a blank slate, Kaiba-kun,” smiled
Kazuhiko. “I’m aware that a plan should be drawn up, yet
I wanted you to have full input.

“Otherwise,
you’d just sullenly assent to whatever bullshit we came up with
on our own. Then you’d complain when we lost our shot at the
Panel.”

“You
do realize we only have a week left to make presentations to the
faculty,” sighed Seto.

“But
you always said you work great under short deadlines,” grinned
Zenime.

“I
do. So if we act as though we’re presenting a product concept
to our senior executives--that is, the school--then we have a better
opportunity to be selected as this year’s Panel.”

“But
why all this effort?” spat Senzo, exasperated. “After the
rave and subsequent orgy that last year’s Panel gave Domino,
anything’s an improvement. Though it was fun; good times....”

“We
won’t have an orgy. Are we agreed on this?” asked
Kazuhiko. Everyone nodded. “Good. That eliminates Takara-san as
leader.”

“I
wasn’t thinking of any orgies....” pouted Senzo.

Zenime
laughed. “Liar.”

Ishitani
went to the boardroom printer--having typed a short missive on Seto’s
laptop--and picked up a document. “Business plan done,
Kaiba-san.” He handed Seto a sheet of paper.

“Hmm....”
Seto read the plan aloud:

‘We
each pick a lower classman to fuck.

-
Sincerely,

The
Undersigned.’

“Funny.”
Smiling slightly, Seto wrote on Ishitani’s “business
plan”. He handed it back to Ishitani.

Ishitani
read Seto’s comment. “What the.... ‘Elaborate’?”

“Didn’t
you notice? He’s very serious about this,” said Senzo,
resigned.

“The
sooner we can present our plan to the kouchou,” Kazuhiko
said at length, “the sooner it will get approved.

“If
we do as Kaiba-kun says, we will succeed.”

“Alright,
Kaiba.” Ishitani folded his arms. “How do we go about
making this presentation the right way?”

“First,
we introduce ourselves: our names, ages, and a brief summary of our
plans after our time in Domino is ended.”

“Objection.”
Senzo raised a hand. “First off: we’re talking to people
who either know our names and ages already, or they have access to
that information. Second: it’s none of their damn business what
we plan to do when we graduate.”

“The
whole introduction--of the five of us--shouldn’t be more than a
page long. As for why they want to know our post-secondary plans: we
must factor in the possibility that during the course of Discovery,
someone will be pregnant.” Seto stopped, noting that his
classmates were laughing.

“You’ve
been trying to bring a cow to term, that’s for sure,”
chortled Ishitani.

Seto
cleared his throat, not missing his stride. “To clarify, that
someone would in all likelihood be a female.

“Moving
on, we next need to state our objectives as the Panel.” Seto
noted Kazuhiko’s hand. “Yes?”

“Each
member of the Panel acts independently of one another. Therefore,
stating that we have a single set of objectives is disingenuous.”

“So
far, our common goal is to, as Ishitani put it, fuck students in the
lower grades at our high school. But why?

“We’re
dealing with others’ lives, and our own lives are at risk.”

“Granted.
It would be more honest of us, then, to say that each member of our
Panel has their own set of goals. We could, however, give a brief
summary of each. Sealed in envelopes, for the kouchou’s
eyes alone.”

“Or
we could simply state our individual goals briefly, before the
kouchou and sensei; and explain how those goals will
contribute to achieving our group objectives. We should try to keep
each other in the loop as much as possible.”

“Hn.
Fair enough.” Kazuhiko nodded in approval.

“Good.
Our next task involves...Selections...?”

“Those
would be our five to deflower, Kaiba,” Ishitani grinned.

“Traditionally,”
added Zenime, “it involves getting all the names of the lower
classmen, and picking five at random.”

Seto
stared blankly at the girl.

“We’re
not doing that.” Senzo scowled.

“But
that’s the tradition,” countered Zenime.

“No.
There are over six hundred eighty students in Domino. The graduating
class numbers one hundred fifty-two.” Ishitani winced. “The
process of cutting all those names into small strips alone is too
much fucking work.”

“Besides
which, it’s far too impersonal,” added Kazuhiko.

“Write
down the name of the one person you want to fuck the most, put it in
an envelope, seal it, and hand it to me,” ordered Seto.

“What
will you do with them?” asked Kazuhiko, wide-eyed, as he
complied with Seto’s command.

“I
won’t do anything. The sensei will open the envelopes
and type all the names on a list. We get the list back and pick the
person we want to pursue from that.”

“That
works,” said Senzo, giving a thumbs-up. Ishitani nodded, adding
his approval.

“Are
you typing all of this, Zeni-kun?” Kazuhiko asked.

“I’m
typing everything. I’ll email it to you, Seto-kun,”
Zenime continued, “and you can prepare it in the best way.”

“Thank
you,” said Seto. “I’ll have it ready in the
morning.”

“And
is that it, Kaiba?” asked Ishitani.

“Not
quite. Who is the leader of the Panel?”

“You
mean: who gets to take the heat if something goes wrong?”

“Who
can take it. I could do it, but I don’t have the time.
Besides, I’ve done most of the work here already.”

“I
could handle it,” suggested Zenime.

“No;
you couldn’t. You have too heavy a course load; having dropped
much of the harder subjects during your sophomore year. Kaiba-kun’s
in the same situation, and there’s also his company.

“That
leaves Ishitani-san and myself,” concludes Kazuhiko.

Senzo
cleared his throat. The other four seniors turned to him, turned
their heads toward each other, and snickered.

“Come
on.” The dark-haired teen rolled his eyes. “I can be
serious about this. I’m just lazy about useless
paperwork.”

“No
problem....” Ishitani squeezed Senzo’s shoulder. “I
myself have neither time nor patience. And I don’t make the
good grades that make the sensei swoon.”

“Shall
we play janken, then; or can we leave it to Aomori as always?”
asked Seto.

“I
don’t mind. As long as you give the presentation--nobody wants
to hear Aomori bloviate, least of all our underpaid sensei.”
Smirking, Ishitani finished writing the name of his choice and put it
in the envelope.

Scowling,
Kazuhiko agreed. “Kaiba-kun would be ideal to give the
presentation; however, I don’t bloviate.”

“You
turned a five-minute extemporaneous speech into a twenty-minute
lecture in English class last semester, and Kuwabara-sensei
reamed you for it.”

“Ishitani-kun;
you weren’t in that class--you’re in Kuwabara’s
class this semester,” wondered Zenime.

“Kuwabara
likes to tape his classes to use as teaching aids. I fell asleep
during Aomori’s speech. What woke me was Kuwabara-sensei’s
voice on the tape telling you to ‘wrap it the fuck up, Aomori,
or you fail.’. That was funny.”

“The
point has been made,” seethed Kazuhiko. “And for the
record, I must retake the course.”

“Then
this meeting,” said Seto, “is adjourned. Good day.”

The
five left the boardroom at Kaiba Tower.

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--end
flash--

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As
he shuts the envelope, Seto takes out his wireless phone.
“...moshi-moshi, Kinmura; this is Kaiba.... I’m
well.... I need you to meet with me at my office for lunch....”

A
limo pulls up next to Seto as he continues. “Yes, bring
something simple to eat.... No ramen; I had instant for breakfast....

“...in
regards to a serious matter. It’s important that I meet with
you.... I’ll be waiting in my office.... Good day.”
Inside the limo, Seto places the envelope inside his leather attaché
case as the limo drives toward Kaiba Tower.

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Fujimiya
and four other teachers sit in the principal’s office.

“A
matter has been brought to my attention. It would seem,”
continues the principal, “that one of our faculty members has
earned our distrust.

“He
intends to prey on our students.”

“Then
why call us?” asks a teacher.

“Discovery
is entangled within; and with it, the reputations of some of our
finest pupils.”

“Then
call the teacher in.”

“Without
proof, we can do nothing.” The principal sighs. “I have
initiated a detailed check on the teacher’s background.”

“Any
results so far?” asks a second teacher.”

“Yes;
and it’s most disturbing. He was questioned by the police
regarding the disappearance of a young woman ten years ago.

“It
appears the young woman was abducted.”

Fujimiya
gasps silently.

“That
business happens more often than we’d like,” muses a
third teacher.

“Wouldn’t
happen often at all if you’d make it legal to own a firearm,”
mutters the fourth teacher, McNamara. “As it stands now, only
the yakuza own guns here.

“Skin
trade’s an easy profit in this area.”

“Mr.
McNamara. Your analysis does little to shed light on our current
crisis,” scowls the principal.

“Please,
kouchou-san: permit me my next point. A schoolteacher has far
too much power over these kids,” McNamara continues. “A
person of reasonable intelligence, armed with teacher certification,
could gain the trust of a student.”

Fujimiya
glares at McNamara. “I’m certain abuse of power over the
young isn’t unique to Asian culture.”

“I
know, Fujimiya-san; sex abuse is global. The skin trade, however, is
huge on this end of the world.

“Think
of it as a simple risk-reward analysis. In the States, even if a
teacher could get a steady supply going--of students, usually girls
mind you--the father or mother would demand that teacher’s head
before the kid was shipped overseas. And that’s if those
parents followed the rule of law.”

“We
have one reason why murder rates are so high in America,” notes
the second teacher.

“I
don’t lose any sleep over dead sex traffickers, child
molesters, or rapists. The deader, the better.

“Here....”
McNamara throws up his hands.

“Here--or
anywhere--no one can simply walk up to this man and accuse him of
such crimes on flimsy premises. It is a waste,” continues the
principal, “and we are not police officers.”

“Kouchou-san,
I meant no disrespect.” says McNamara.

“I
know. Have you any more information to add?”

“Yes,
kouchou. The fact is: we’ve got a teacher here with a
steady supply of young, underage ladies,” McNamara continues.
“He can pick them off and ship them to Hong Kong or Bangkok for
processing any time he likes.”

“He
probably has a system of how this works,” muses the first
teacher. “Which would mean he may have done this before, at
other schools.”

“Yes.
In fact, I’m surprised none of the kids at this school are
grumbling about it.

“You
said we have sharp students here, kouchou,” smiles
McNamara.

“Wise
and trustworthy, most of them. Some are not so wise, we fear,”
says the principal.

“Most
Tokyo schoolchildren know about abductions,” notes Fujimiya.

“Then
this Discovery business Domino has...it’s frustrating the
bastard’s efforts.” McNamara laughs. “I have to
admit; I didn’t think letting a group of seniors have their
pick of the lower classes would work out. It seems to be holding for
now.”

“It
helps that we’re dealing with a small group. Five students are
not difficult to track down,” says the third teacher.

“It
has held for centuries,” grins the principal, quietly proud of
Domino’s secret legacy. “Ishitani-san expressed it best;
‘a master-apprentice relationship, practicing the art of sex’.
I continue to be amazed at his intelligence.”

“Ishitani
probably learned a lot outside these walls, and that character Kaiba
doesn’t even need to be here,” quips McNamara.

The
teachers laugh, most of them remembering classes where Seto sat
quietly at his desk, reading his pocket manga.

Fujimiya
tries to pout, but ends up giggling herself. “I confiscated one
from Kaiba-san--it looked like light hentai. He gave me such a
serious glare.

“But
I was so serious about the book itself:

‘Kaiba-san:
you will refrain from reading this type of material while in my
class.’

‘With
all due respect, Fujimiya-san: I have nothing to learn here. I could
teach your class, and the history would be more accurate.’

‘I’m
well aware of the inaccuracies of world history. However, you’d
have to teach the curriculum as given--same as I would.

‘Furthermore,
this isn’t the first time I’ve spoken with you regarding
your negligence in my classroom; if you recall. You commented at the
time that you had received extensive private tutoring at home,
several years prior to your enrollment here.

‘I
did.’

‘However,
I have no satisfactory proof of your history knowledge or
comprehension. Without that, I can’t let you read manga
in class. It would be unfair to your fellow students.’

‘Quiz
me, then, Fujimiya-san.’

‘Quiz?’

‘Give
me a year-end, senior history exam. I will score above ninety-five
percent. Considering the simplicity of the test, most likely one
hundred.’

‘You’re
a sophomore.’

‘My
proposal is similar to a college placement exam, to opt out of
classes a student doesn’t need.’

‘You’ve
tormented your other sensei with this, haven’t you?’

‘They
tormented themselves, Fujimiya-sensei. Each one insisted on
ordering me to the kouchou’s office, where I stated this
same solution. The kouchou agreed; I took each exam and met my
stated goal.

‘As
you’re a new teacher, I wanted to spare you the humiliation of
the kouchou countermanding you during your first year.’”

“He
spoke with unrelenting certainty, eh?” smirks McNamara.

Fujimiya
nods. “He passed, too--the brat.”

“But
you still have the manga,” says the second teacher.

“I
told him he could have this back when he graduated. Looks like
something he drew himself.

‘While
you may have proven that you don’t need to learn history from
me, you will be mindful of your fellow students. Do something
constructive with your time here.’

‘You
mean I can’t skip this class and return to my office?’

‘You
can conduct your corporate business from your desk, but you must warm
your desk. Either that, or you may act on your offer to teach my
class--under my supervision.’

‘I’m
willing to do both. But I have to have full control of the history
curriculum.’

“His
grasp of history is extremely good.”

“I
could hear Kaiba’s classes from my room,” McNamara
whistles. “Reminded me of my old math teacher--if he spoke
Japanese.”

“Kuwabara-san’s
classes are like that, almost. Except Kaiba-san spared us melodious
songs by English-singing groups named ‘Queen’ or
‘Metallica’.” The first teacher rolled his eyes.

“Interesting...that
you mention Kuwabara.” The principal sighs. “The abducted
woman was a longtime friend of his.”

“I
remember: Yukimura Keiko,” smiled the second teacher. “She
was a classmate of mine that I admired. A lot of Sarayashiki students
did.”

“Abducted
on her wedding day, as I recall,” continues the principal. “She
was marrying her best friend, a spirited young man --truthfully, a
noisome delinquent; Urameshi Yusuke.

“Oh,
he was harmless enough if you let him alone. My problem with him when
I taught at Sarayashiki was that he skipped my classes. In the end,
he dropped out altogether, citing some type of overseas job.”

“If
I remember Kuwabara-san correctly,” muses Fujimiya,
“Yukimura-san was Urameshi-san’s joy.”

“Indeed.
Urameshi was never himself after that day. Ten years of trying to
find Yukimura. Kuwabara found her overseas--dead. That was the reason
for his excursion to Korea last semester.

“Sex
traders had been using her body, and she was in the ‘ownership’
of an official in Pyongyang when she committed suicide.” The
principal winces.

“And
you think that our ‘friend’ here in Domino could have
sold Yukimura across the pond?” asks McNamara, referring to the
Sea of Japan. “I don’t think Kuwabara will keep his head
if he found this out.”

“We
will reveal the truth at year’s end. Hopefully, we can have him
in police custody by then. Until that time....”

“Understood,
kouchou-san.” The five teachers bow.

The
principal bows in turn. “Good. You are dismissed.” The
teachers exit the office.

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“I
have to admit, that was actually a good meal. Did you make it
yourself?” smiles Seto.

“Yes.
You know I can make homemade lunches,” Zenime blushes.

Continuing
to smile gently, Seto studies his associate with understanding. “I
remember you and Aomori’s oniisan used to dine on
lunches like these two years ago. When I left to build Kaiba
Land parks internationally, the two of you were chattering
like a married couple.

“But
when I came back,” Seto continues, “Tetsuhiro-san had
graduated, and you weren’t with him.”

“Old
news, Seto-kun.”

“I
know. Are you over him?”

“...no.
No, I’m not.”

“That’s
a relief. I’d hate to drag it out of you--I’m no
psychoanalyst.”

“What
brought this on?” asks Zenime.

Seto
glances at his laptop, noting an email. “Kinmura, I believe
that you’re confiding in a sensei about your personal
life.”

“I
may be. What of it? A sensei had inquired about my well-being
because...my grades have been slipping.”

“Understandable.
I’ll drop this. Have you considered the possibility that
Tetsuhiro-san still loves you--just as much as you love him?”

“How
would you know? You’re hardly an expert on love.”

“Fair
enough,” scowls Seto, “but I’m an expert on stupid,
inconsiderate young men. All you really want is a reason why he left
you, am I right?”

“Yes;
that’s exactly it. You...have no idea...what I’ve lost
because of him.”

Seto
glares at the closed envelope for a moment. “My point is: he
has his reasons for not facing you, and telling you the
truth--whatever it may be.

“And,
however justified in your anger you are, you can’t wreck your
best friend’s dream because of it. He, above all of us, cares
the most about Discovery.

“His
brother may have been an idiot about Discovery, but it’s not
Aomori’s fault.”

“You
don’t understand, Seto. You really don’t understand,”
Zenime hisses.

“Then
help me to understand.”

“My
parents...my stupid parents.... They had arranged a marriage for me.
I was planning to move out on my own, so I wouldn’t have to be
a wife to this thirty-eight year old salary man.

“Plus,
I was pregnant...with Tetsuhiro’s child.”

“Your
parents found out about your plans and your pregnancy....”

“...and
they made me abort the child. The man I was engaged to found out
about the abortion and peaceably called the wedding off. He hadn’t
wanted to marry me in the first place; thought the whole arrangement
made between our parents was stupid.

“But
now, I’m left alone, picking up the pieces. Even the sensei
I’m talking to doesn’t know about this. No one does;
except you...now.”

“...I
see. Please, Kinmura: permit me to right this error.”

“But
I’m not sure if I even want to see him again now.”

“Let
him explain himself; if for no other reason than to make peace with
this part of your past, and move on with your life. If he’s
learned anything from being away from you,” continues Seto with
a gentle smile, “it’s that he was a fool to spurn you.

“Who
else makes these delicious lunches?”

“Thank
you, Seto-kun...for cheering me up.” With a small grin,
Zenime leaves.

Seto
sighs. Friendships are inconvenient and tiresome. But so is life.
The latter is an investment doomed to fail.

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Tetsuhiro
finishes typing a report for his employer. He turns to find Kazuhiko.
“Ototo-kun; what brings you--*” A punch from
Kazuhiko interrupts Tetsuhiro’s greeting.

“You’ve
broken my friend’s heart, by way of answering you. So you must
excuse me if I’m not particularly civil, Tetsu-ani..”

Tetsuhiro
glares at his younger brother. “I have my reasons, and I don’t
have to answer to you.”

“I
think otherwise. You see, I’m unable to read your final
Discovery report on why you managed to fuck up Zenime’s life;
which I found odd. I went to ask the principal about you, since I
know you and she had a relationship.”

“I
would think you’d be happy. Your way to her is clear,
Kazu-kun.”

“That
would be a fool’s errand, and I’m the only person in our
family who isn’t one.

“Yes:
I wanted Zenime for myself. But she loved you, and you loved her. I’m
her friend first and foremost, and her happiness is my primary
concern. Therefore, if I had to lose, at least I’d still have
her as a gimai.

“Much
to my chagrin, you have somehow wasted this beautiful opportunity.
Were circumstances less dire for Zenime, I’d say that you were
the loser; as it stands now, a sensei at school is
manipulating her.

“You
left her, ani; left her naked and vulnerable to a reprobate
mind. Set matters to rights and explain yourself.”

“Both
our parents and Zenime’s had arranged our marriages from birth.
You know what it’s like hearing our beloved parents screech;
imagine my sorrow when I was beset by them and Zenime’s
otousan and okaasan. Her parents were angry that I
became intimate with her, screaming that I’d ruined her marital
prospects.

“Tousan
was weak and spineless as usual; kaasan berated me, calling me
a fool. Which, as you know, is normal abuse. Then she assaulted
Zenime’s honor by insinuating that she slept around with other
men before me.”

“Which
was patently false. Did you slap her?”

“...yes.
I should not have lost my temper; and in any event, it had no real
effect on kaasan’s tirade. She insisted that....”
Tetsuhiro sighs. “Kazuhiko...I’m married. To a woman I’ve
never met.

“How
can I break off a commitment like that?”

“How
dare you abandon Zeni-kun the way you did, without so much as
a word to her?” hisses Kazuhiko. “I don’t give a
damn about any insipid bitch kaasan chose for you.”

Tetsuhiro
again glares at Kazuhiko. “Don’t speak that way regarding
Funahu. She is a good woman, and that’s what makes this
difficult. Shall I break her heart, too?”

“Does
this Funahu want to be with you?”

“No;
we haven’t even had sex yet. I think we’re both trying to
spite our parents in a passive-aggressive way.”

“So
you’re hoping to dissolve this marriage in a tidy way.”
Kazuhiko smirks contemptuously. “I’ll remember this when
I read in the papers of Zenime’s death in Singapore, a victim
of repeated rapes and beatings from her employers and clientele.”
Without another word, Kazuhiko storms out, slamming the door to
Tetsuhiro’s office.

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Author’s
Notes:

The
trick to decent flashbacks: remembering verb tenses, and having
effective transition lines. Hence(solving the latter):

Zenime
remembers when she and Kazuhiko first [met] Seto, three
years ago....

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--flashback--

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Every
girl in Domino’s freshman class thought their new
classmate, Kaiba Seto, was sexy.

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--end
flash--

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The
green-haired girl laughs softly at the memory of
her serious schoolmate.

Key:
noun | verb-present tense | verb-past tense

It’s
usually okay to use past tense in the predicate when writing in
present tense, but only after you’ve already used the active
verb.

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--flashback--

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--end
flash--

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And
now, the recap....

We
have various bits of chatter going on here. One, Zenime has just
confided in Seto the real reason why she feels bitter about
Discovery. Also, as the faculty discusses the problems (the unnamed)
Tsukiyama poses, the nature of Kuwabara’s “family
emergency” (mentioned in Chapter 2)is revealed.

Kazuhiko
confronts Tetsuhiro, and discovers the reason behind Zenime’s
abandonment.

Now
that the stage is set, what is Kazuhiko’s next plan of action?
Will Kuwabara learn the truth of his math teaching colleague’s
connection to his late friend Yukimura? How will Seto right what went
wrong?

And
more important than these other questions, will there be any sex in
the next chapter?

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

:)
Stoner Sunshine :)
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