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Who: Mirai and Himeko
Where: Kyudo Dojo
When: Friday, April 21st, right after classes
What: Failed prank attempt

‘Due to some minor maintenance works on the Dojo, today’s practice will be cancelled.’
Himeko nodded confidently at the fake notice she had put up. It would definitely buy her some time to prepare her prank without anyone interfering.
There was no real reason why she chose Kyudo out of all clubs at school. She would have been fine with any other club as well. It just had to be one she couldn’t be directly associated with.
Playing pranks on other people from time to time wasn’t something she had started to do on her own. The real reason for her doing it, however, was one she always kept quiet about.
It had brought her into trouble several times already but if a prank succeeded, the reactions she got from it were always worth the effort.
She knew that it was rather childish to do it and therefore refrained from doing it too often. Himeko didn’t mostly do it for herself after all. But the promise she made on that day was important to her and she intended to keep it.
Plus, in times like these when she was put under a lot of pressure, it was also a nice way to relieve some stress.

“Let’s see…”, she mumbled, looking around the dojo. She had a few ideas what to do, but wasn’t sure which one would be the funniest yet.
“Well...I could start by putting them up.”, Himeko continued, while fishing some printed pictures of teachers out of her bag. It had been easy to get them from the internet, way too easy. By putting them onto the targets and luring some teachers here by accident she was sure that she could get a nice reaction from some of the club members.
Now everything she had to do was starting her preparations.
“That’s going to be great fun, when it’s finished. You would be totally proud of me...”, she muttered to herself, a mischievous grin appearing on her face.

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The notice, when Mirai found it pinned up like a warning sign, was a suspicious piece of paper in a plastic sheet, taped to the door in a slipshod manner that sent his mind into an overdrive of anxiety and paranoia. He tried thinking meticulously back to the last time he clearly remembered sensei enthusing over his clean and brand-spanking new dojo. He began to wonder who had posted it.

He swiped the notice off with quick and precise force and folded it neatly in a square in the folds of his kimono. He entered the dojo and watched Himeko pinning papers almost happily to the targets with a small spring in her step, looking thoroughly devilish. He began to wonder if she was totally ignorant of his presence.

His voice hummed quite merrily. A wicked smile came to the beauty of his face. "Hello, kouhai."

Crap! Where did he come from?
Himeko winced. Until she heard her Senpai’s voice, she had been fully occupied with her preparations. He suddenly came out of nowhere without any sort of forewarning, which honestly angered her somehow.
Had she been too careless? She usually didn’t fail that easily and it annoyed her that it had to happen today of all days. She hadn’t been here at Chitoku that long and making herself suspicious this early wasn’t a good start. Planning her next pranks would be rather difficult.

Still in shock, she observed the expression he had on his face. From the few things she had seen and heard of him before, Himeko got a vague idea of what kind of guy he was.
But watching him now strengthened this impression of hers even more.

There was probably no turning back now. He had seen her preparing the targets after all. The only thing she could do was trying to get him with her usual act. However, she had a feeling that Mirai most likely wouldn’t fall for it.
“Se-senpai…! How…How long have you been standing there?”, she began, pausing awkwardly. “Um… well… you see… I have a pretty bad memory. We are here for a while now and I still don’t know all the teacher’s names. So I thought training them by putting pictures up would be a good idea!”, she put her usual cutesy act on as she faced him, trying to come off as natural as possible. She knew that combined with that awful stutter, everything she said wasn’t very convincing, though.

Mirai stood quietly on the spot, watching. Regardless of the fact he saw through her lie as if it were thinly-woven silk, its tale was fun and offered to kill the hours. There was enough creativity to interest him and she was a peculiar liar. She could provide his entertainment today.

His smile thinned, but he said proudly, "Yeah. That sounds fine." He walked over to the targets lazily. "Horaoku-sensei, huh? Yachiyo-sensei too? I wonder what they would say if they were to see what's happening here." His eyes shot her a look. "I see... Oh my. You've got guts, Himeko-chan."

Even though Mirai acted as if he fell for that obvious lie of hers, Himeko couldn’t quite believe it.
She kind of wanted to stop him from coming any nearer and examine the targets, but there was nothing she could do without making herself look even more suspicious than she already did.

“Huh? Wha-what? No… I wasn’t planning on showing any of those to the teachers, of course! I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, Senpai!”, she tried to convince him, helplessly wavering her hands around a little.
“You don’t really think that someone like me would enjoy that kind of nasty prank, do you? Because…because obviously I’m not!”, Himeko continued, trying her best to maintain an innocent expression.

"Really?" Mirai said innocuously, swiping Horaoku's poster off the board. "Well then, maybe it's not yours like you said. If I had met the mind behind this - I would have congratulated them."

Then he showed her the torn picture, waving it under her nose first, and then tossing it as a ball into the bleachers. It bounced off the bench first and disappeared down the empty space. Which of course would fill with witnesses soon enough. This pleased him. Himeko, too, seemed to share his love of audiences. He thought she would at least want to keep their favourable opinion.

Himeko kept a straight face the whole time Mirai tossed the paper away. Her gaze followed it for a few seconds, showing basically no emotion.
All the work she did, preparing those things had just gone to waste...It was too bad, really. But it had been impossible to complete the prank from the moment he had arrived and seen her here. Considering that fact, it didn’t really matter.

“Congratulate...huh? So you wouldn’t be mad...Not even a little?...You seem to enjoy pranks, don’t you Imaizumi-senpai?”, she asked, watching him curiously. It was difficult for her to tell what he was thinking and how dangerous he really was. It worried her in a way, but she tried not to let it show too much.

Mirai could not help thinking this was extraordinarily brave of her. His brown eyes met hers curiously. Then he turned his back and, with a little glide in his steps, ambled to the front bench to seat himself portentously, where his legs openly stretched like he owned the place. From then on, he kept his gaze focused on Himeko so he wouldn't miss a thing.

"What do you think?" he asked suggestively. The word 'indeed' never crossed his lips, but his eyes showed something less than virtuous. "Doesn't it strike you that there's much better people to play tricks on, Himeko-chan? Some who are too straight about the rules, you think?"

He didn’t really need to answer her question. Himeko could guess what he wanted to say, just by reading her Senpai's expression.

The suggestion he made brought a mischievous smile on her face, though. She knew exactly who he was talking about and she really liked the idea. Secretly, she was already thinking about what kind of prank she could play on that certain person.
For a few seconds, Himeko almost forgot in what kind of situation she was and that it was necessary to keep her guard up. She wouldn’t want him to obtain any information on her, he could use for blackmailing purposes later.

“Yeah~. I’m sure there are people here who clearly deserve it...But I would have thought you do respect rules a lot as well, Senpai.”, she innocently answered, trying to hide the fact that this conversation started to amuse her somehow.

For a while Mirai pulled and played with the fingers of his archery glove. "I always do, Himeko-chan," he said. "Now come sit over here and listen to your senpai. Rest your feet for a while." He removed the leather gloves' strap and used his thumb and forefinger to wind it tighter. "I'm quite a swell guy. You should listen to what I say. I've got lots of experience, anyway."

A sly smile never seemed to cross his lips. It stayed hidden behind his eyes. And further beyond was the pleasure he took from this for himself. Truly it amused him to steer someone down the incorrect path. Although in this case it was as if he hardly had to work to do so. Hilarious!

Wasn’t he a little too fond of himself...?
Himeko knew that he had quite an impressive following at this school. He definitely was one of the more popular guys, especially among girls.
Bragging about how much of a great person he himself was this openly, wasn’t a character trait she appreciated much, though. Plus, she really wasn’t attracted to him at all.

“I don't really mind standing here...But can't hurt to sit down, I guess.”, she stated and shrugged.
She still was rather cautious around him. Even though she sat down on the same bench just as he wanted her to, she kept a fair distance between them.
From that distance they had, it was easier for her to observe his reactions. No need to get any closer.

“Sure. I was always told to listen to what my Senpai have to say. If you have something interesting to tell me, I’ll lend you an ear.”, she continued and seemed almost entirely unimpressed by his words.
Himeko couldn’t hide the fact that she indeed was a little curious about what he wanted to talk about, though.

Mirai turned and leaned backwards, and put out his legs till he was comfortably stretched. Then he considered helping, not entirely kindly, the directing of her energy into a different path - this interesting thing he was sure would happen. He could feel some cosmic force would come down on Ryouta's head. Now he had to watch it unfold.

He kept his back straight and stretched out with his feet - which was to him like he was sitting on a throne. He smiled down at her.

"Good senpai that I am, I'm going to teach you two lessons. First. Only start something you can win. Second, and listen up Himeko-chan because this is very important," he gestured over at her fliers, "is to never get caught."

She listened to everything he had to say, still not showing any real emotions. As he gestured at her fliers, however, for just a second an angry expression showed on Himeko’s face.
Under normal circumstances there was no way that she would have been found out. Normally, she knew exactly what she was doing.
This time she just had a lot of bad luck.

“Those are basics, senpai. It’s only natural that I’d keep them in mind! But didn’t you say you have a lot of experience? In that case, I’m sure there are some more things you could tell me, that I don’t know about yet.”, she asked out of pure curiosity. Himeko still wasn’t exactly sure about what he wanted from her, but there was a possibility of finding out during their little conversation so she decided to keep it going.

This conversation led Mirai to find a few moments of peace in which to decide what he wanted from it. He was wondering by now if asking him for advice was the best she could do. He thought she was far cleverer than she had been showing - and on several occasions he had given her the time to demonstrate it. Which of course was never coming.

"You really should say what you want to hear," he said. "You're always speaking in riddles. You should speak straight, Himeko-chan. Be more specific, if you would. What do you wish to know?"

“Well...to be completely honest I simply want to know why you are attempting to help me. Having a vague idea of how you handle things, there’s definitely something you expect to come out of the situation that would be benefitting for you. I just can’t figure out what it is you are aiming for.”
Himeko realized that the conversation wouldn’t get her anywhere if she didn’t confront him with her thoughts directly. She knew that it was risky to talk this openly, but if she really wanted to know if the assumptions she made about him were right she had to try it.

“Another theory of mine is that you simply enjoy stirring people up against each other...”, a mischievous smile appeared on her face as she continued talking. “Either way, your motivations for helping me probably aren’t as selfless as you make them seem. Let’s say...if I prank that certain person and we both know who I'm talking about... what exactly is it you gain from that?”

Mirai shut his eyes. One good admission. Throw her some scraps of truth, he thought, and he would simply enjoy the show. How long before he could even plan how she would turn the school upside down? He opened his eyes. And he simply lay his gaze on her. He also offered a nice smile. At least she was allowing him to show a little bit of himself.

"Nothing easily proved," he said to her. "It'll make a change to have a show I don't have to make myself." He inspected his nails as easily as though he were discussing some television programme. "Rules-kun needs to be careful about where he enforces school regulations, don't you think? I am quite sure it ought to give some amusement. You'd like a good show too, wouldn't you?"

(I haven’t seen your response until now! >o< I’m sorry for making you wait! It won't happen again since I'm fully done with moving now~)

“That depends.”, Himeko just answered his question. She didn’t really trust him. Then again, if they were both against Ruleaholic it didn’t really matter if she did or not. It wasn’t like she made a pact with him or anything.
“But I agree with you in terms of Ruleaholic and his annoying school regulations. Just to let you know. I’m not doing anything against him because you told me to do it. I have some kind of a score to settle with him myself and his attitude annoys me. That’s all.”, she added with a mischievous smile. It was difficult for her to hold the excitement about her upcoming prank back.

“I don’t enjoy the things you seem to enjoy for the most part, senpai. We act for different reasons. I just want to make that clear.” , the idol-wannabe added with a serious expression. She didn’t want to get roped in with him and preferred to rather stay out of his business. Somehow she believed that this was easier said than done, though….

[[No worries! Enjoy your new home :3]]

"Of course," said Mirai. "The thing I want with Tanemoto-kun is just that you let me watch. And of course I wouldn't get in your way..."

He stopped talking and waited to see Himeko's response, resting one leg over the other, smoothing his hakama over his knee, doing something about all this excitement that was building in his body. He had caught a glimpse of her serious expression but would never believe it - and had caught her in the act, he thought thoughtfully, looking at his fingernails.

((Thank you~ :3))

“Fine then. We have a deal.”, Himeko replied, still with some kind of a serious expression on her face.
“Just one more thing I’d like to ask of you…”, she paused for a while, thinking about how to phrase the following in an appropriate way before continuing.

“The things you saw here earlier stay between the two of us, alright? If you really want to watch me prank Ruleaholic, this would be in your interest as well. In case teachers or even other students learn about my little hobby, it will get a lot harder for me to do it properly.”
She wasn’t really happy to share some kind of secret with him but it couldn’t be helped. He had seen too much and the idol-wannabe knew that he could easily use it against her. By giving him something he wanted and kind of involving him in the whole thing, she hoped that he would desist from telling anyone. At least for a little while.

Mirai nodded and uncrossed his legs. He sat quietly amongst the bleachers for some time. He examined his desires and the risk - which kept him occupied for a minute - and chose to keep her secrets for a little while. His lips rose into a nice smile.

"Certainly. Like I said, I enjoy a good show." He stood up as he spoke. "I've got some last-minute cleaning to do here. Now, if you'd be so kind?"

He didn't want a non-club member under his feet.

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