The Cruel Princess: Aki Adagaki

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Amber's perspective

Following the directions given to me, I find my way to the gym storage house. I open the door, but got something I didn't expect. It was a blue haired female with a smaller girl holding a bag. The smaller girl had larger breasts than the taller one. "Um...occupied." The blue haired girl growled. "Sorry. I was just looking for my onii-sama. I was told he went this way." I said. "You mean Forrest Watanabe? He just left." She said. "Oh. I see. Sorry to bother you." I said, bowed, and closed the door. I decided to go back up to Forrest's class, since that's the most likely place he'll be. Other than that, who was that girl. I think I saw her on the first day making a scene with some boys, but I never got her name. Well, whatever. She can't be that big of a deal. It's not like she's a princess or anything like that, right? Entering class 3-A again, I look around the room and onii-sama sitting with another male with dark blue hair. He looks over at me, and waves. "Amber. Hey." He called. I wave back, and walk up to him. "Who's she?" The other male asked. "This is my little sister, Amber. She's a freshman who enrolled with me." Onii-sama said to him. "Younger sister? Is she a pain to deal with?" He asked. "No. She's pretty tame if you're on her good side. In fact, she's very lovely." I start to blush at this comment, and look away. "Oh. Okay. Hi. I'm Masamune Makabe. A friend." He said. "Amber Watanabe. A pleasure." I said with a bow.

Forrest's perspective

Amber sat next to us, only for the lunch bell to ring, telling us that lunch was over. "Sorry Amber. Maybe we can hang out some other time." I said. "Okay. See you at home." She smiled, and walked away. Masamune only looked at me. "What is it, Masamune-kun?" I asked. "It's just that...you and your sister get along pretty well." He said. "Hmhm. Thank you." I said with a smile, and ate another piece of beef in my bento. "Did you make that?" He asked another question. "Yes. I did." I told him. He seemed utterly surprised, but dropped the subject. "Oh yeah. You said you had a story about why you want to help with my revenge. Care to share?" He asked. "Ah. Yes that. Well-" I was about to tell him, but the bell rang again, telling us class is starting. "Sigh. It seems we are out of time once again." I say, and sit at my desk. Masamune looked at me skeptical, but didn't push the subject any further. The day continues, and finally, me, Masamune, and Yoshino meet in the storage room again. "Miss Aki sure hasn't changed much since I last met her." I say aloud. "I know what you mean. I don't know why, but she absolutely hates men." Masamune spoke next. "I can't wait to get my hands on her..." I whispered to myself. Masamune seemed to have heard me. "What was that?" He asked. I smile at him. "Nothing at all." I say to him. "I'm starting to think that you aren't such a nice guy." He says back. "Come now, don't be like that. I'm innocent, I swear." I lie to him. He seemed to buy that one. "Okay. If you say so." He says. "Back to the subject at hand, could you tell us your story?" Yoshino asked. "Hm... I could. But I have business to attend to right now. Perhaps you could both come to my house and I'll tell you both there. Just don't come between three and four o'clock." I say, and leave the area.

As I exit the school, I see Aki standing around. "Hello Miss Aki. Is something wrong?" I asked as I approached. "Oh. Sir Forrest. I was wondering where Yoshino went. I've seen you and her hanging out a bunch lately. Do you know?" She asked me. "She is in the gym storage room you were eating in at lunch." I tell her. "Oh, thank you. I'll go get her now." She bows, and leaves. "So she doesn't remember me after all... That's fine. I'd rather not have her know about my past self." I say to myself, and make my way home, like usual.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 04, 2018 ⏰

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