Easy to Find - Sayakaquest 2

[X] Hear him out, then impale it. (Difficulty 2)



'You have a fifty-word limit.'

'There's a chance that there is a growing coalition in Kasamino. I know witches are a non-threat to you and Kyouko, given that you easily dealt with a Walpurgis-class last night,' There's a pregnant pause before it continues. 'There is a gang built on extortion and witch farming in Kasamino.'

"Good to know." You grip the blade. "Kyouko and I have dealt with that sort of thing before." You press it forward. "Goodbye."

'I still have some words le-'

You don't care. You click a hidden trigger in your sword and the blade rockets forward. Its head doesn't so much get impaled as explode with the force, sending red giblets and bits of fur across the alleyway as the tip of your sword rips right through its fluffy, empty head and hits the ground behind it with a meaty chunk and a shower of concrete shards. The body shuffles for a second before falling over as bits of red fluff float uselessly through the air.

You have better things to do than listen to a compulsory liar. Your blade dissolves and you throw the handle across the ground before it scatters into sparkling dust. You take a few steps out of the alleyway, jaw tight, your hand gripping your groceries tighter than ever.

You open the door to your home to see Kyouko leaning on the couch and Minako with their legs tucked under a kotatsu. Minako glances away from the TV to give you a brief wave, while Kyouko weakly raises her arms up from the couch.

"Sayaaaaaaaa..." she whines.

You walk by to give her a kiss on the lips. "Hey~."

"Hey, yourself." She opens her eyes, but when hers meet yours her expression turns stony, '...Kyubey.' It's not a question, it's not a declaration. It's a ice-cold statement, and you can feel the hate bubbling underneath.

'Yeah,' you give her another kiss, this time on the cheek, to try and keep Minako from catching on, 'the bastard ran into me as I was walking home.'

'So that was him at Hibiki's. I fucking knew it.'

You reach the kitchen, walk past the half-wall and towards the fridge. You robotically start putting food away, 'He said something about another gang war bubbling in Kasamino.'

'Anything new about this one?'

'Not that I know of. Just the same kind of extortion and murder as the other ones.' Your hand grips a milk carton tightly, maybe a little too tightly. You put it in the fridge before you cause the thing to burst.

'If they come over here-'

'They won't.' Some cheese goes into the fridge next. Then a carton of eggs. 'I won't let them.'

'Oh for-please don't tell me you're going to waltz on over-'

'I'm not going to leave you behind, Kyouko.' You glance back to give her a hard stare. 'I'm not leaving Mitakihara. There are too many unknowns for me to feel good about doing that.'

'...Do you really feel that?' She leans up to look at you, and Minako takes notice.

They quirk up an eyebrow, first at Kyouko, then at you, then back at Kyouko.

Shit. You go back to putting stuff away.

'Saya, Kyubey's goading you. You know that he wants you to waltz into enemy territory alone and get killed or, god forbid, force you to witch out.'

'I wasn't born yesterday, Kyouko. I know that.'

'And I know you. I know you well enough to know that you hate letting shit like that be.' You hear Kyouko slump back against the couch. 'Please, Sayaka.'

You breathe in through your nose. It takes a few seconds of deep inhalations to really calm down, '...Right. You're right. I'm letting this get to me.'

'We both know you don't want to kill them.' Kyouko wiggles onto the couch as she turns the TV on. It's a cooking show. Then she changes the channel and it's a game show. Another and it's an anime of some kind. Giant robots; you didn't know mechs were back in style again. 'And I don't want you to suffer.'

You taste copper. You think that you bit your tongue at some point, only to realize that you're fine. 'I'm okay, Kyouko. Trust me. You don't need to worry.'

'Yes I do.'

She's right. She's right and you hate it. "So, what're we doing for dinner?" you ask.

Minako shrugs. "Thought we were gonna have ramen."

"Yeah, and I was gonna make it." Kyouko waves her hand.

"We can make it together." You smile. 'Distract ourselves.'

"Hey that'll be a good time." Kyouko rises from the couch. "I can do the noodles."

"I'll do the meat and veggies."

It's tomorrow, and right now, your name is Minako Miki-Sakura. You go to school at Mitakihara Central, a four-building school complex. There's an elementary school, a middle school, a high school, and a library, all on a four-square-mile campus. It sits in the center of Mitakihara, under the shadow of the Mitakihara Memorial, a towering sculpture dedicated to those who lost their lives in a disaster some twenty-years-ago.

Your moms both said it was harrowing. You can't even imagine it.

Speaking of, both your mom and your mama were acting really cagey last night. They thought you wouldn't notice...or maybe they did? You don't know. But you do know that it was weird. Really weird.

They're hiding something. You fucking hate it when they do that.

But as you're considering that, someone bumps into you. You stumble forward, dressed in your purple hoodie, a boy's coat, and a girl's skirt. You don't like the school's uniforms, but at the very least they give you the right pronouns...most of the time.

The guy that bumped into you blinks, before he bows. "Sorry, Mina!" He sighs. "I was in a rush."

"it's alright, Hiro," you wave your hand, "just thinking about stuff."

"Stuff like what?"

"Parents being weird." You shrug. "Mama and mom kinda got stuck in their own little world for a little bit last night."

"Oh, yeah. My parents do that, too. And they think I can't hear." Hiro waves his hand. "I was complaining about it to my boyfriend."

"What'd he say?"

"He said to spraypaint their workplace to piss 'em off."

"Oh," oh Christ he's dating another delinquent, "...well, did you?"

"Oh, not this time."

You roll your eyes and turn to see another person, and this time it's your friend from yesterday, a turquoise-headed young girl that's easily a head shorter than you. She's running towards you at high speed in a boy's uniform with a bag on her back and a loud, echoing scream. "MINAAAAAAAAA!"

"REIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" You pull your hand back. And just as she reaches you, you let your hand fly.

Your hands come together with a powerful CLAP, with a force strong enough to blow back trees and strip grass from the fields around you (okay, maybe not, but it felt fucking great). "Hell yeah! Also ow."

Your hand feels like it's on fire, and you double over in pain. "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit."

Hiro quirks up a brow. "Why do you do that if it hurts so much?"

"Because it's fucking awesome," Reika laughs. "God, at least Mina's parents are cool enough to get it."

"Actually..." he mutters.

"Oh, did they ground you again?" Reika turns to you.

"Oh, no no." You wave a hand. "They're just doing a bad job of hiding shit from me."

"Ah. Yeah, parents are bad at that." Reika turns forwards. "So, I heard we're getting a new student."

"Huh. Neat."

"...What, no hopes, no nothing?"

You shrug. "I mean, it's a new student. How interesting could they be?"

In the classroom, you put your bag on your desk and pull out a thin transparent screen. You slide it into a slot, and it's there that your notes, long, complicated, and messy, appear right in front of you. You slide your finger across the screen as your teacher, a tall, kindly-looking man, walks in.

You and everyone else all stand and greet him as he nods and bows back. "Morning, class." He slides his finger across the board and a display floats in front of him. "So, first thing's first! We have a new student." He turns to the door. "We'd like to welcome..."

She steps through the door, and suddenly you stop listening. She's unusually tall, standing well over your height. Her bright green hair is tied in a bun, her bangs hanging in front of her face. Her uniform is impeccable, but most importantly, she walks with a confident, powerful stride and a glance of pure confidence. She glances around the room, a smile on her face, as she takes a look at everyone here.

That smile goes wide and warm in a heartbeat, before she gives a quick bow and a bright grin.

"Thank you for having me!" She bows. You take a look up to see her name floating over her head.
...Ah, shit. You're gay.

[] Talk to her, you big disaster. (DIFFICULTY 3)

[] Awkwardly give her a greeting. (DIFFICULTY 2)

[] Say hi. (DIFFICULTY 1)

[] Just don't acknowledge or stare don't stare don't stare don't stare (NETURAL ROLL)