"You, you, you pervert!" Yui yelled while pointing her finger her finger at Seijuro, running off into the night to tell everyone about Seijuro's behavior.
"Wait, I can explain!!" Seijuro ran off after her, hoping to explain that no one else had been in the bath he had just walked out of.
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"Pervert! There's a pervert in the theater!" Yui yelled into the lobby as she ran off away from Seijuro.
"No, I can explain! Stop!" Seijuro ran after Yui, wanting to explain that no one had been in the dressing room he was just peaking his head inside. However him chasing after the young woman just made onlookers judge him harder.
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Situations like this happened multiple times a week at the Grand Imperial Theater and had begun to give Seijuro a reputation of being the biggest pervert in Tokyo. Apparently this was a curse that effected the previous Flower Division captain as well, but that didn't mean he was going to take it lying down!
A reasonable man would try to sit down and talk to Yui about the misunderstandings and convince her he wasn't a pervert. However, from Seijuro's point of view this was a completely unreasonable situation so why should he act reasonable?!
Instead, he asked Reiji to invent a device that would make Yui act more...reasonable around him. Nothing harmful of course, it was just a helmet that would change the wearer's thoughts. On the back of the helmet was a keyboard used to type in however the wearer should act.
With this, Seijuro would simply erase Yui's memories of what she thought was him acting perverted. Maybe even type 'Will act nice to Seijuro Kamiyama' for good measure. A quick and harmless change that would hopefully improve their relationship in the future.
Or at least, that was the plan at first. Everything went south fast after Seijuro sat down to talk to Yui at the Shanghai Division's restaurant.
"What do you want with me, pervert?" She glared at him. Before Seijuro could even let out a breathe of air, Yui began to make wild assumptions. "*GASP*, You want to wull me into a false sense of security before luring me into a trap!" She stood up from the table and pointed at him, drawing attention from the other customers.
"No, no, no! It's not like that!" Seijuro waved his hands and successfully got Yui to at least sit down again. However, as people glanced at them, Seijuro realized that his new perverted reputation was worse than he thought and a new idea crossed his mind: revenge.
It was Yui's fault he has to deal with this reputation, maybe she should have to deal with it too! In a swift motion, Seijuro slammed the helmet down on Yui's head.
"Hey! What are you-" Yui could barely even speak before her mind went blank. To make sure no errors like the helmet being removed mid-change could happen, the wearer would be put into a sleeplike trance.
Walking behind Yui's chair so he could type something into the helmet, Seijuro thought up the perfect punishment for the pervert accuser. With every yell she gave at him looping in his head, Seijuro typed out 'The wearer is the most perverted man in Tokyo.'
Once Seijuro hit the enter key, Yui's eyes began to swirl as her brain was rewritten to match Seijuro's orders. Once it had stopped, Seijuro slowly removed the helmet and placed it on the center of the table as Yui began to blink.
Yui's eyes soon turned from confused blinked to complete shock as she grabbed her chest "Holy crap dude, I have tits!" She yelled out as she looked down at herself "I'm a chick!"
Seijuro tried his best not to burst out laughing as he sat down in his chair. A few minutes of watching Yui act like some dude was more than what she deserved for ruining his reputation.
Eventually, Yui looked up at Seijuro "Woah, you're Seijuro Kamiyama!" She said astonished, though still not taking her hands off your chest. "You're like, my idol! You're an inspiration to perverts everywhere! I studied your bathhouse sneaking techniques and panty hiding abilities for days!" Stars formed in Yui's eyes.
Seijuro began to scream internally, even this changed Yui was loudly calling him a pervert in public! Obviously this punishment was a failure, so he would simply turn Yui back to normal and-
"Huh, what's this?" Yui finally noticed the large, metal, and shiny helmet placed on the center of the table. Looking at the label, it read 'The Reiji Brainwash Machine 5000'
Seijuro suddenly got a bad feeling in his gut as he saw an idea formulating in Yui's eyes. Was he about to have to explain what he did or was something much worse about to transpire?
"You're a freaking genius, dude!" Yui said as she held the helmet. "We can create Tokyo's perfect harem with this!" Drool began to flow from her mouth. "Just imagine this, we turn the Flower Division from a bunch of women who won't even give us the time of day into girls who love us. A sexy maid with a small uniform, a babe who only wears bikinis, all of our deepest fantasies come to life!"
Seijuro began to get lost in thought as he imagined this heaven, but he quickly shook his head. "No, that- we could never do that."
Yui nodded "You're right, normally they would stop us before even getting close." Then she grinned "But now that you've turned me into a chick, I can get as close as I want! Steamy bathhouses, dressing rooms with changing bags. Plenty of places to both perv and sneak a magic helmet into!"
Seijuro stood up "No, I mean it would be wrong to do that!"
Yui shook her head and sighed "And here I thought you were truly devoted to the cause. Fine then, from here on I will usurp you as Tokyo's biggest pervert!"
Before Seijuro could do anything, Yui slammed the helmet on his head and began to type out. 'The wearer will fall unconscious for two hours'. Once it was done, Seijuro had collapsed on the ground. Giving Yui more than enough time to escape.
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Two hours later, Seijuro awoke and looked around. The sun had already gone down! What had he just unleashed upon the world by creating Yui the pervert?! Rushing to the theater, Seijuro wasn't prepared for what he saw...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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