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SC 12 | Seinaru the Cheater

a/n:

this was requested.

not actually part of the story.

also, this is the last one for now.
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SPECIAL CHAPTER. GF-FORHIRE

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ymari shekinah seinaru is pissed off  featuring nippon girls & her clients

the fourth set had ended, they were all tired out. and ymari shekinah seinaru was..

well, pissed, to say the least.

"who the heck has been writing our set lists?" she angrily grabbed the bottled water from maki zenin, her stylist, who had approached her with caution, seeing that she was pissed.

all the songs they've been playing was one way or another related to her clients. she had an inkling as to who was behind that "coincidence" that was too accurate to be called that.

but she wanted to check first, she didn't want to end up setting someone's house on fire and finding out that it was the wrong person.

utsui shrugged, not really knowing who was making them. she was just being nudged by hanuka who had been the one holding the lists.

"dunno, ask hanuka."

as if on cue, hanuka had come up on the stage (nobody even noticed her leave) waving a new list around. "got our final list!"

"you!" ymari scowled, angrily stomping over to the pink haired power forward who suddenly flinched underneath her death stare.

"eep!"

she snatched the set list from hanuka, whilst the girl gulped in fear and shock at the sudden furious look her captain was giving her.

"who gave you this?"

hanuka shivered at her captain's angry demeanor. "f-futakuchi's brother."

the prominent vein on ymari's temple almost popped in annoyance. her eyes was now glaring daggers at the set list in her hands.

"that stupid son of a bitch." she growled, reading through the songs.

her eyes looked up to search the crowd for the familiar date tech spiker, but to no avail. that scum hid himself well.

she went back to look at the set list in her palm before she crumpled it and threw it on the stage floor.

"ymar-"

"we're not singing that trash." she gave utsui a death stare, making the latter clamp her mouth shut, afraid that she'd say something else to anger her friend even more.

her heterochromatic eyes went back to the crowd, where she was looking for a familiar someone. she clicked her tongue, still pissed at what her childhood friend had done to the set lists and it was showing through her angry gaze.

"takemichi!" she called when she spotted the familiar blonde.

the happy go lucky basketball player was on the stage within a split-second as she beamed at her crush. "yes, senpai?"

ymari spun the drumsticks in her hands and then shoved it onto takemichi's chest. "play the drums."

takemichi's eyes widened, "senpai, how did you-"