Isekai Mizuki S2 - A Doki Adventure

Chapter 16 - I Couldn't Help But Overhear

Isekai woke up on a Saturday in November. It was still dark out. He yawned, and notices that his phone has been vibrating. He groans and tries going back to sleep. The phone keeps on vibrating, and he starts getting highly annoyed. "GRRR... God damn it, who-... Natsuki?" he questions, completely dumbfounded.

He picks up the call. "Finally! Do you know how many times I've called you?!" she quietly questions, berating Isekai for not answering her. "Thirteen," Isekai replies. "Wow, that is unbelievably close, it's actually fourteen," Natsuki comments, clearing her throat. "That aside, meet me at the school at 3 AM. I need to discuss something with you," she tells him. "Don't keep me waiting, this is important."

Isekai ends the call and sighs. He's already wearing some clothes, so he slips on a pair of sneakers and walks out the house. The motorcycle isn't taken, as to not wake anyone up.

Tsunde Residence, 2:43 AM

Natsuki sighs. "Jeez, what an idiot, taking forever to pick up my calls..." she mutters, opening her closet. She pulls out a long sleeved shirt with "Fuck You" decorated on it, and a pink skirt. She pulls her hair ribbons and clip out of her drawer, and starts dressing up to go outside. After sneaking past her father, she grabs a bike and starts leaving for the school.

XX Private High School, 3:07 AM

Natsuki stops her bike, and notices Isekai on his phone in front of her. "Good, you made it," she says, prompting Isekai to look at her. "Okay, what is it, Tsunde-chan?" he asks, visibly sleepy. "You seem quite tired, so I'll get right to it. The first day on this club, I couldn't help but overhear you three talking about Sousasuru-san. You, Hiatari-chan and MC. I had not even the most remote idea what it was about, but after a brief reading of Hiatari-chan's face, it seemed serious."

"What do you want out of me, Tsunde-chan? It's 3 AM, and it's Saturday, hurry it up," he questions, getting irritated. Natsuki looks around to make sure no one's listening. "I want in on your plan, even if it means I have to help you carry out whatever cause you're trying to fight for," Natsuki tells him as she takes out a pink card and writes something on it. "Have MC and Hiatari-chan go to this address tomorrow, and we can talk about this," she continues, getting onto her bike. "Also, call me Natsuki. It's annoying having to answer to my last name..." she finishes, riding away into the night. Isekai looks at the address, yawns, and goes back home.

With Natsuki...

"I honestly wonder what's going on between those three. But, whatever it is... as long as it can be an excuse to get away from my home, and my dad, then I don't care if I have to be willing to risk my life to be part of this," Natsuki thought, sighing. In fear of her father waking up, she put the pedal to the metal, biking home as fast as she could.

In a matter of minutes, she arrived home, parked her bike in the garage, entered the house, and sneakily went into the bedroom. After changing her clothes, she stopped in the middle of it, and had a look in the mirror. She thought about something without wearing pants or a shirt on for a while. Her focus was broken by a small sneeze, and she shifted her attention to her clothes, picking up her white shorts.

Suddenly, she heard her father's voice. "A notice...?" he muttered to himself. Knowing her father is awake, she hurried up, but stopped after putting on her shirt. Natsuki noticed that he wasn't even getting off his bed, so she crawled over and put her ear to the wall to listen in. "Tch... three of them? Jeez, why are they even trying to do this? I just got here," he questions, groaning as he stands up.

"Shit!" she muttered, leaping at her bed and throwing the blanket over herself to fake her slumber. Suddenly, Natsuki's father opened her bedroom door. He sighs, and mutters something about regret before shutting the door. Natsuki opened one of her eyes to look at the door to check if he was still there.

After she figured out that he was gone, she stood up and looked out her window. She could see her father getting into his car. After opening the garage, he drives off to God knows where. "Did... he say something about regret...? Did he regret having me...?!" she questions, her eyes contracting.

Suddenly, a feeling of intense hate for her father flared up. It blazed brighter than the golden glow of the Sun. Her face was undeniably showing anger. "HATE! HAAAATE!" she yells, violently scratching her neck and waist.

To be continued...