Defend my Heart

Tomorrow

Baddap sighed at the duo's reaction. "We HAVE to," he said, ripping the pink poster into perfect little squares. "It's compulsory," he muttered, throwing the squares into the garbage can, which emptied itself ourside the window. "I never knew they were into that," Eska said. "I should kill them," he stood up, picking a bazooka from the closet. He started to walk towards the door. "You'll get killed," Baddap said. "There's many of them. You're outnumbered," Eska stopped in his tracks. "And plus," Mistrene started. "It's normal for them to be like that. It's Valentine's Day coming, after all," he put down his comb. "You can't find allies willing to help you stop that event."

"But... You'll help me, right?" Eska asked, looking at Baddap and Mistrene. "Even if we help you, we'll still be outnumbered," Baddap explained. "True. This whole 'Valentine's spirit' whatnot is getting into the school," Mistrene sighed. "I suppose so," Eska sat down on his bed. "I seriously don't get what's it with the entire 'Valentine's day' thing," he sighed. "Me neither," Mistrene said, picking up a mirror to check his hair. "I mean, like, the entire topic." "I'm only sure that 'reproducing' is an issue here," Baddap interrupted. "The entire human race is dying down. But I'm not sure about anything else," he picked up another military magazine. "I know," Mistrene sighed, picking up another comb from the drawer. "I mean, the topic of 'love'. That."

Baddap and Eska suddenly thought that their bed was very interesting.

Mistrene felt that he struck a nerve and started combing his hair. "Uh... What date is today again?" He tried to change the topic. Baddap looked at his watch. "13th of February..." Baddap's voice suddenly faded. "It's tomorrow," he said. "Why was the poster distributed TODAY?" Eska suddenly shouted, taking out an atomic bomb from under his bed. "I'm going to blow the school up," he said, but was stopped by Mistrene, in a desperate attempt to grab his shirt. "You'll get a death sentence!" Mistrene shouted, pulling Eska back. "In other words, we have exactly today to do everything we need. Possibly some fancy clothes," Baddap sighed, opening the closet, taking out three sets of military uniforms and a lot of weapons. "Because, that's all we have."

And that's why three people wearing military uniforms can be saw clothes shopping on a shopping street. Baddap parked the hover-vehicle, and got out, literally dragging Eska and Mistrene with him. "Why are we even coming here with you?" Eska asked irritated. "If we must go, we must go looking good. We're not going to a Valentine's dance party wearing military uniform and holding weapons. We're not there to scare the shit outta people," he explained. "I think scaring the shit out of people is pretty good~" he said, but Baddap ignored him. "Let's just go in," he said, dragging them into a clothes shop nearby

"Good afternoon!"A sales beamed at them, but was ignored. "Just give us tuxedos or something," Baddap said, slamming money on the cashier table, scaring basically everyone else in the shop. "And for the lady?" Asked a cashier, which possibly wasn't the very wise thing to say. Mistrene looked like he was going to destroy the entire human race for it, but Baddap held him back. "Umm..." The cashier dropped a sweat at 'her' action. "I'll just give you a dress," the cashier said, still oblivious of Mistrene's gender identity. Before Mistrene can react, he was dragged away by Baddap and Eska, who forced a smile as they left the shop, taking the clothes.

As Baddap parked the vehicle back to the dormitories, ignoring Mistrene's struggles to leave the vehicle in order to kill everyone in the shop. Baddap knew that it would be useless to go to another shop to possibly get Mistrene a tuxedo instead of the dress he now had. No shop would possibly recognize Mistrene's gender identity as a male. He didn't want another shop to offer Mistrene a dress and possibly start another World War. Nope. That would be too risky. 

They entered the dorm room, putting the clothes into the closet, carefully not putting it near any explosives. They have a long way to go and prepare, as this entire event is just...

Tomorrow.