The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 44~♫

"No!" Aiyoku stated.

"What?" The sharp answer threw her off. "What did you—"

"I said, no!" Aiyoku stomped forward. "I'm not your puppet! Nobody is!"

Rigaku nodded, and Kagetsu gave her my eye gesture, sticking out his tongue.

She hadn't seen him, her attention and hatred pouring into Aiyoku. "You dare to defy me!"

"Snap out of it!" Aiyoku came a bit closer. "People aren't toys you can use and throw away. They have dreams just like you. Cherish them, and they shall cherish you."

Ueno burst into laughter. She held her belly, swaying back and forth.

"Cherish? What type of idiot are you?" She fanned her face with her hand. "It's the popularity that makes the world go around. Nobody cares for the little fries. They can go kick the bucket for all I care. They are only good as stepping stones anyway."

Aiyoku clenched his fists as this was the manifestation of her true nature. He knew from her eyes and the way she acted in front of him, that she wanted him for her own good. She had never cared for anybody.

"What a sad person you are," Kagetsu said, getting her attention.

"Shut it, you savage! Don't think I'll let you go off the hook!" She waved her slightly red wrist. "Sexual assault in the broad light will do."

"Are you sure with that?" Rigaku adjusted his glasses. "What proof you have?"

She again giggled like crazy. "Why anybody would trust this monkey?" She pointed at Kagetsu. "I'm an innocent girl"—she placed a hand on her forehead in over dramatized pose—"dreaming of her prince charming when this caveman shatters her hope."

She looked at Aiyoku. "Unless you would..." She let the rest of the sentence hung in the air, but the meaning was obvious.

"Blackmailing us, huh?" This time Rigaku made the step forward. "Don't think about—" His eyes widened as a figure dashed past him.

The time stopped once more, and a sharp sound shattered the silence. A slap landed on Ueno's face as Freya no longer could contain her anger.

All of them gasped. The directress' daughter laid on the grass, her uniform smeared by green juice.

Freya panted, her hand still dangling, and her tears watered the grass.

Ueno put her fingers on the slapped cheek, and a pang spread across her brain. She growled, jerking her body to get up, but Freya put her in place by barking, "Enough!" Her voice came out ragged.

"Enough!" she yelled for the second time, but now her word lacked the proper pronunciation.

Ueno let it affect her only for a few seconds. "You are finished! All of you!" She spurted on her legs, dashing away.