Chapter #5Hell Hath No Fury by: Frost   (Major spoilers for the game's ending months, and the Harem/Fuccboi route after Valentine's Day.)
2/15/20XY
Wed. Evening.
Akira was a free man.
Or so he thought.
After being released from Juvenile Hall, Akira felt the need to celebrate. He was free the day before Valentine's Day, which made it tempting to have a girl over at LeBlanc. However, on the account of having way too many girlfriends to juggle, he decided to just spend Valentine's Day at LeBlanc with Ryuji. Although, it was difficult for him to keep a straight face as his friend complained about not receiving any chocolate from girls. Akira bit his tongue. He wasn't entirely sure if telling Ryuji that he turned down nine women to hang out with him would comfort or emasculate him.
Still, they had a low key evening together, and Akira felt good about not having to pick a favorite out of his gallery of women.
Or so he thought.
Now, he stood with his back against the wall. Every single one of his girlfriends had figured out that he was nine-timing them. Akira, being the suave and cool person he was, never once considered doing the jig on his own volition. However, speaking hypothetically, if he did, it would be up.
Ann Takamaki, Makoto Niijima, Haru Okumura, Futaba Sakura, Hifumi Togo, Tae Takemi, Sadayo Kawakami, Chihaya Mifune, and Ichiko Ohya all stared daggers into Akira. Each of them held a box of chocolates. Most of them were homemade and others were expensive if store-bought. However, they were all addressed to him and him alone. Their one and only.
He could not say the same for any of them.
And now, in his greatest time of need, Sojiro and Morgana had abandoned him, leaving him alone with nine very pissed off women.
Everything went black.
***
Regaining consciousness, Akira slowly sat up. HIs entire body was sore, yet he had a raging headache on top of that. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what happened. As the pain began to subside, his memory began to return.
"Oh yeah," he groaned, remembering he got caught. Hoo boy. It was going to take him a long time to dig himself out of this hole. Though if he were realistic, none of them would give him a second chance. Oh well, at least he'd be moving back home in a month.
He tried to look around, instead finding pitch blackness all around him. Just where exactly was he?
He heard some cardboard rustling before light bathed the room.
"Oh... Akira-kuuuun~"
He couldn't place the voice. For some reason it sounded like... Oh, no. The second his eyes adjusted to the light, he got a good view of the hole he had dug himself in.
Each and every one of his scorned girlfriends stood above him, looming over him in all directions. Some crossed their arms, others sneered disapprovingly, and the last few had their hands on their hips. He tried to stand up again, only to realize that he how small he was.
Not good, he thought.
"What's wrong, Akira?" Ann asked, glaring down at her newly shrunken ex-boyfriend. Her lips were pursed into a scowl.
"Yeah, you seem confused," Makoto continued. Her voice had gone cold, reminding him of the brief interactions he had with Sae before the interrogation or when Makoto grilled him when she discovered he was a Phantom Thief.
"Care to know what happened?" Haru asked, her normally cheery voice gone. Somehow, she had the fiercest glare of them all. He had caught little hints of a sadistic side of her through her off hand comments in Mementos, but he could actually feel the malice in her tone.
"You monster!" Futaba yelled, fighting back tears. Makoto broke her attention away from Akira for a moment to console the youngest of his many girlfriends.
"I'm sure you're dying to know how we did it," Hifumi spoke up. "It's quite an implausible story. Though, it's probably more realistic than whatever excuse you have."
"I shrunk you," Takemi explained. Her hands were clenched into fists. "At least my little guinea pig was good for something in the end."
"We're going to make sure you pay for this," Kawakami answered. "Detention isn't even going to begin to cover it, Master." Akira couldn't help but cringe at the way she addressed him.
"I checked your fortune after you shrunk," Chihaya declared, a sick grin on her face. "It's not looking good for you."
"Nine women?!" Ohya growled, fighting the urge to smash him on the spot. "I'm a reporter. Did you really think I wasn't going to find out? Let alone the others? How stupid do you think we are?"
Akira swallowed the uncooperative lump building up in his throat. "Listen... I can—"
"Don't try to weasel your way out of this!" Ann slammed her fist on the table, startling the shrunken Akira who fell back on his ass.
Makoto nodded. "It's not going to be that easy. You're going to be at our mercy until we decide you're rehabilitated."
"Or you die," Haru added. "Whichever comes first."
"But before we start," Ann interjected. "Since you didn't pick who to spend your Valentine's day with, you're going to choose who gets to keep you first."
"F-first?" Akira stammered, feeling a layer of cold sweat line his body.
"Yes, 'first,'" Kawakami answered. "You're going to be in service of each and every one of us, Master."
He was beginning to think "Master" lost its meaning as a term of endearment.
"Well," Takemi pressed. "Who's it gonna be?"
Akira's throat went dry. He had to pick someone who wasn't likely to kill him immediately. Then again, they all seemed to agree on prolonging his torture. Unable to really think it through, Akira chose...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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