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xatsperesso · 2 years ago

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Don't mess with the teachers of Babyl

Another 'what if iruma got kidnapped'! But not as angsty as the last one

Hope you enjoy!

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A student was taken

He was taken from right under their noses, by a teacher.

They’re going to regret this. They’re going to regret this oh so much.

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Iruma was not having a good day.

His day started great, actually. He was taking an exam to see if he’s strong enough to protect those dear to him! And, admittedly, he wasn't that strong. He let Chima-chan’s heart get popped, but! That means he now needs to get stronger! And his team still hasn't failed! They’ve survived a grand total of 24 minutes against the teachers of Babyl!! That’s a feat!

And then he got kidnapped.

But Iruma’s gotta say that he’s impressed! The teachers are really determined to act their parts! For a minute their Iruma truly thought that Atori-sensei was dangerous… but! Grandpa has yet to intervene, so he must really like acting! And Iruma admires that!

He is upset to have been taken out, and he’s been so close. He must have let down Chima-chan and Vine-kun, getting taken out like that when they've worked so hard.

And now he’s waiting for Atori-sensei to take him to the drop-out tent. It’s kinda boring in this cocoon. He keeps hearing Atori-sensei speaking, but he can’t really understand a word. it's all muffled gibberish to him. It's kind of weird that Atori-sensei didn't just let him walk to the tent after popping Vine-kun’s heart. He also can't hear any other voices, not even Kalego-sensei. He’s sure Kalego-sensei would have scolded Atori-sensei for using excessive force like this. He looked so serious when fighting Atori-sensei!

Maybe Kalego-sensei is protecting them? So they haven’t lost yet? Yeah, maybe Atori-sensei thought to take him out first and then pop the heart, but couldn’t. They’re such amazing Kouhais! And he’s glad Kalego-sensei didn't just decide to pop their heart!

…those 6 minutes seem to have been dragging on for a while, though. He hopes Atori-sensei doesn't forget to let him out.

“You can’t go after him-”

“He’s taken one of our treasures-!”

“He’s taken my student, but if we attack now, we won't take down the ones behind this-”

“He took Iruma-sama-”

“We need to know who’s behind this so it doesn't happen again-”

They were fighting among themselves. Those who weren't were barely holding back Dali-kun from…they’re not really sure. Either murdering Atori, which they don't really mind that much, or murdering Kalego, which they very much do mind. None of them have what it takes to handle the abnormal class like Kalego does.

Balam-sensei looked at the Chairman. He’s surprised he was still standing here and didn't go off after Atori and Iruma. He looks… rigid. Shocked, and on the brink of committing genocide. He seems in no state to be the decision-maker right now. But, he is their chairman, and they can’t really take a decision without him. He needs to get the chairman out of this stupor.

“What do you think we should do, Principle?”

So he put him on the spot.

Now all the eyes were on the chairman (Except for Dali-kun, but he’s in his wicked phase, so it’s not that surprising)

“Kalego-kun is correct,” Ifrit quickly put Dantalion in a head-lock to stop whatever he was gonna do “We must find those behind this attack. But, we can let Dali-kun stalk them, make sure they don't mistreat our treasure” and Dantalion was gone before the chairman even finished his sentence.

“Kalego-kun, Opera-kun, make sure he doesn't attack Atori-san. Of course, unless Atori-san has stepped over the line, then feel free to educate Atori-san however you like!” and once again, the demons addressed disappeared, this time waiting until the chairman was done talking before flying after Dali-kun.

“Balam-kun, Ifrit-kun, please deal with Shiida-san. The rest should calm the students down. The stress may cause some to enter their wicked phase! please make sure they don’t harm their fellow classmates if they do enter their wicked phases” With that, he started moving, but his eyes stayed on Oswell a moment too long.

“..Orias-kun, please come with me” Everyone gave Oswell sympathetic looks. This is the first time a lot of them saw their chairman pissed, and none of them wanted to know how he acted when someone threatened one of his people.

Balam and Ifrit shared a look and started searching for Shiida. They found her literally in the next corridor, her posture tense, and looks like she was ready to fight. Before either of them could apprehend her, she looked Balam in the eyes, and something in him hesitated.

“What,” She started, her voice shaking with barely repressed rage “Did…Atori do?”

“What..did he do…to Iruma?”

They never had a chance

Atori, idiot, dead Atori, should have known not to attack Babyl school.

Baal, cocky, arrogant Baal, should have known better than to target one of Sullivan’s family

Shiida, innocent, naive Shiida, should’ve come and told them right away if she really didn't want Iruma to get hurt, but Sullivan is satisfied enough with the information he got from her, so he'll deal with her later.

Kalego and Opera managed to convince Dali not to attack Atori the second they found him, whispering promises of all the things he could do to everyone who put his treasure in danger, and if they were patient now, they can make sure it never happens again. For how dangerous Dali is in his wicked phase, it’s laughably easy to manipulate him.

Soon, Opera was calling Sullivan to let him know that Atori seemed to be heading toward a mansion built on a famous river. Sullivan’s response was that backup is on the way.

“If you’re sure that’s where Atori is headed, Get Iruma back now” He ended the call, and Opera relayed the information to his companions.

A blink later, and Dali was holding the Iruma’s cocoon in his arms, cradling him gently, and whispering reassurances to him.

No one commented on the red footsteps he left behind.

They quickly got rid of the silk engulfing Iruma

"Iruma-kun!" They all screamed at a kinda dazed, very confused Iruma. Did the exam finally finish? Why are they screaming his name?

"Uh, hi sensei-?" Opera suddenly grabbed his face and started… checking him over? Were they worried that he'd suffocated in the cocoon? And Kalego-sensei was poking at his limb like he'd gotten hurt, but he's fine!

"Shenshei, Opera-shan, I'm fine" he looked behind them and there was Dali-kun, but he was acting kinda strange? He was staring at him weirdly, and doesn't blink

He doesn’t think he could win a staring contest against Dali-kun.

"'Fine'? Yeah, of course, you're fine after getting kidnapped" Kalego muttered as he continued checking him over, and casting a small healing spell just in case. Just until they hunt down Buer to check this reckless idiot over.

"Kidnapped?" Iruma asked with all the innocence of a toddler that has yet to learn how to fly, which made everyone freeze.

Slowly, Opera directed Iruma’s head to look him into his eyes so what he tells him will really reach his head that, apparently, has been swimming amongst the cloud while he was being kidnapped.

"Iruma-sama," Iruma looked into Opera's eyes, and he’s really questioning whether all humans are this naive or it's an Iruma-only thing

"You have been kidnapped"

Silence stretched for a moment, and all the adults were staring tensely at Iruma, waiting for whatever response this child could give to being kidnapped.

"Oh," he starts "haven’t gone through that in a while"

Wait what?

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, it's the first time a teacher tried to kidnap me. Normally it'd be a creep in a corner, but if I'd known I was being kidnapped I wouldn't have just let Atori-sensei take me"

"Let's just..take him to the school"

"I'll be reporting this, information to Sullivan-sama"

"I'm going to hunt everyone who has ever wronged this child"

"Dali-kun! You don't have to carry me-!"

"He's right, Dantalion-kun. I can hold him while you go after those in the castle"

"Will you two just put him down? He has two working legs and two working wings, he can move on his own!"

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Baal was sitting impatiently in his office, waiting for Atori's return. He'd gotten word that the idiot has left the school quickly, so he's probably fucked up the very easy instructions he's given him.

How hard is it to just follow the plans Baal stays up all night forming? Do they always have to destroy everything he does? There's no way the plan was so hard this time that Atori would've fucked it up in a week. All he had to do was to not attack children. Is that very hard to do, people? Is it that hard not attacking a bunch of high schoolers?

A sigh escapes him as he rubs his forehead, already feeling the headache that'll grow once Atori tells him why he fled the school. A commotion could be heard from behind the door and Baal sighed even harder, because of course. Of course, the first thing Atori would do is pick a fight with literally everyone in the building.

Just as Baal was about to get up and stop the nonsense going on outside, the door exploded.

Fire, blue and hot and greedy, engulfed everything in the room and threatening to engulf Baal with it. Vines suddenly appeared through the ceiling and from the ground, shooting and piercing the chair Baal was in a moment ago. If Baal hadn't jumped these vines would have-

An arrow, strong and bright and so full of magic, shot through his chest, knocking the breath out of him. And strong hands wrapped around his neck and banged his head onto the floor.

He couldn't move.

The presence above him, still holding him down, was too powerful for him to do anything. There are only three demons who could dream of bringing him down like this

"Baal-kun"

And apparently, he’s angered one of them

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Sullivan! What is the meaning of this, attacking me like that!"

"Oh, so this is how you want it to go?"

The hands squeezed tighter, threatening to just break his neck with a single movement.

"I did not attack you, Baal-kun. You simply went missing, just like Behemolt-kun did. Everyone knows this, Baal-kun, how is it that you don't?"

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They've thought that everyone knew by now. No matter who you are, or what status you have. No matter how rich or poor you may be, or how much of a big shot you think you are.

No one messes with the teachers of Babyl.

And no one may touch a single hair of their students.

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And that concludes the mairuma ideas that have stuck into my head and refused to leave. Hopefully I'll get other ideas or else I'll be super bored.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita iruma kun #iruma kun #naberius kalego #atori (m!ik)#m!ik baal #dali dantalion #sullivan #m!ik shiida #opera sensei #m!ik balam #uhhh who else #the rest were just barely mentioned i think #mairuma fanfic #mairimashita fanfic

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meabh-mcinness · 2 years ago

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Peppermint

(Alternatively known as 'Pest Control')

Main Masterlist

Living in the human world had meant learning tips and tricks to keep pests at bay while still enjoying small luxuries. Such as using lavender to deter bed bugs the one time you bought and forgot to clean a comforter at a thrift store, or peppermint around windows and doors to keep spiders outside. You hadn't known, of course, that such tricks could apply to pests in the Netherworld too. You couldn't decide whether you were happy or not to discover they did in fact do so.

TW! There is technically a torture scene in here? A character gets a bottle full of peppermint oil to their face, which is known to cause skin irritation and rashes on humans when used too much, and does slightly worse due to him rather special heritage and lack of exposure to it. Also light descriptions of gore, or at least I think it falls under the gore category? Maybe?

Also, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY AND UNHOLY, DO NOT TAKE THE PLANT AND OTHER FACTS AT FACE VALUE!!! I am not a trained botanist nor biologist (I haven't even started my college courses yet!) and everything in here is based on research I've found in books, oral stories, online research, and personal findings. ALWAYS check in with professionals before using or consuming something you don't know about. I use some of the things in here because it's what I grew up with, BUT it does not mean it's actually true or safe. Please take caution in the things you use!

Also, the MC in this is a tad bit of a hater of insects, which in no way reflects my views. So if you're like me and actually find the bug world terribly fascinating, you may not like some of this. Hopefully, you enjoy the rest, though! Also, there's some Shiida X reader, and Balam x reader if you squint, really hard.

The taking down of one Atori had been both incredulous and laughably easy for you.

In hindsight, you supposed it wouldn't have been as easy if you hadn't known a little bit of basic human world biology and been a bit of a hoarder.

In the human world, spiders and other bugs are a bit of (read, incredibly) a hindrance. You understood they were needed for the ecosystem to thrive, and you did enjoy a fair few (snails in particular were very cute, for example), but for the most part, they were an annoyance in your daily life. When they weren't posing a danger, that is.

To keep such annoyances at bay, you had taken to making 'herbal potions' that smelt good to you, but that most bugs hated. Even taking to wearing it as hairsprays, body oils, and lotions to keep them away from your person while working your various jobs or just going out and about. The added health benefits you gained from soft, clear skin and full, shiny hair were merely a nice bonus you wouldn't complain about.

It had been incredibly easy to squirrel away unwanted seedlings from farming gigs or dumped herbs that had fallen on the floor from your serving jobs. The thrown-away herbs were the hardest to save, but you always felt so proud to see the cuttings growing tiny roots after a few weeks in water-filled cups. Such plants were then cleaned and went through various lengthy processes depending on what you wanted at the time.

Lavender oil to spray on and around your bed, because you failed to clean one comforter from a thrift store, basil lotion to repel mosquitoes, and large amounts of various types of mint along with others. The mints were mostly used to spray around the doors, windows, and the general perimeter of your tiny home, to keep bugs from invading in the first place. You even used the extra for your hair specifically, both to promote growth and just because it smelt nice.

You had even just finished a fresh batch, of newly sealed vials and bottles in your old, patched bag to transfer when Sullivan had invaded your home and essentially kidnapped you. Granted, you had willingly gone once he motioned to a bound Iruma, but still. You had been non-too-pleased when you discovered Iruma's parents had sold both of your souls to the demon, vowing revenge if it was the last thing you did.

Regardless, because you had this batch and no bugs to use them on (Opera did an excellent job of keeping the mansion pest free, and that was assuming the Netherworld even had those kinds of bugs, to begin with), they had been delegated to strictly hair product use until you ran out.

It had been rather surprising, and humorous, for you to find out that this world had a similar-smelling plant. That apparently only high-rankers and rich folk used, due to how difficult it was to grow and harvest, along with how volatile it was, and its rather fond taste for flesh.

A misunderstanding had eventually arisen that you were as, or at least close to, as powerful as Sullivan was and simply hiding your rank when Suzie-sensei had asked how you acquired the oils. Your confusion, briefly forgetting that you were not in the human world any more, led to you confessing that you simply used to grow them from cuttings before crushing them into oils and pastes yourself, and how you were quite sad that you no longer had access to them due to moving in with Sullivan. The awed and calculating looks everyone had given you had lasted for days until the Battler party, and Iruma took centre stage again with his "fireworks".

Although you could still hear the occasional whispers about how powerful you must be to have Sullivan as a father, and, the quickly rising through the ranks, Iruma as a son. You quite often wanted to bang your head on a wall when you heard those because of that one slip of a mistake. Especially when, for your birthday, after bemoaning the fact you were running low, the Babyls teachers had banded together to get you a couple of cuttings from the actual Netherworld peppermint plant counterpart, the Geagpian.

You had quickly understood why others feared it so much. Smelling almost disgustingly minty up close, it rather reminded you of a stinking corpse lily in looks. If a stinking corpse lily was far smaller, had sharp teeth surrounding the inside of its petals and sentient vines covered in sharp hollow thorns filled with paralysing venom and grew multiple flowers along a tall cactus-like stem. The three, foot-long cuttings they had given you had apparently almost eaten Robin and a couple of curious students in the few days they were hiding it from you. When one of the Geagpian tried to do so again, your rather firm smack on its creeping vines only cemented their ideals of you being powerful when it quickly drew back again. Despite your apprehensive feelings about having such a dangerous gift, you had almost cried that they had tried to be so thoughtful.

The Geagpians were then lovingly planted in a corner of the mansion's outer garden, far away from the other plants, where you happily took care of them. The nauseating in-your-face mint smell, a small comfort of your old home. Not that you wanted to go back.

Now, though, a year into your stay here in the Netherworld, hunched over Sabro and the first years, checking them for serious injuries, as Shichirou fought Atori, you were rather glad that you had a few of your original hair oils left. And even happier that you had a full bottle in your pocket thanks to Shiida.

(You glanced up when a sudden shadow crossed over the table you were sitting at in the teacher's break room. One of the newest teachers, Shiida, you thought her name was, staring at you before flumping down in the seat next to you. You blinked in surprise before internally shrugging and going back to the book you were reading.

It was as obvious as the two moons in the night sky that the girl was bad at social interactions, and as a fellow 'no social skills' person, you could understand how hard it could be to make friends with your new co-workers. If this was her attempt to break out of her mould and make new relationships, you were most certainly not going to stop her.

You sat together in relative silence, the occasional flipping of a page in your book, the sound of fabric as she shifted, or another teacher wandering in briefly to say hello, being the only sounds to interrupt your peace. Over the course of your break, however, her shifting increased. Hands wringing together, bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she seemed to contemplate something. Taking pity on the poor girl, you slid a silk ribbon bookmark, a gift courtesy of Kalego who had been annoyed at the constant crinkling of the random papers you had shoved in between the pages, and closed your book.

"Is something bothering you, Shiida-sensei?" She startled, turning towards you with wide eyes and the slightest parting of lips. You gave her what you hoped was a comforting smile, "While I'm not certain I can help, I will certainly try."

"Your scent..." she said suddenly. You paused in surprise, not actually expecting an answer beyond 'I'm fine'.

Then your thoughts took over. Your scent? Had you forgotten your perfume today? You had been in a rush having woken up late, but no, you were certain Shichirou would have said something if you had when you joined him for a jointly taught class this morning. Or even one of the students, they weren't exactly known for keeping their mouths shut after all. (The one time you switched up scents just to try something new, everyone demanded to know if you were courting someone. That had taken forever to clear up, and you hadn't worn anything else sense.) Demons, it turned out, were especially blunt creatures by nature. Rarely talking with constant double-wording that humans so favoured unless they were especially manipulative, or a member of the succubus battler.

"It....smells good... What is...the scent?" A faint blush was appearing on her face, and she appeared to be about five seconds away from bolting. A giggle left you before you could stop it. She was actually very adorable, wasn't she?

"Oh, is that all? It's a Geagpian mixture. I grow and make it myself."

"I see... Atori-san hates it... I like it." She nodded to herself, "Where...can I find?" You blinked in surprise. Atori hated the scent of your hair oils? That explains why he always avoided you, even taking positions as far from you as possible when you had to share space in meetings. Your first meeting made exceptional sense now.

When you had first met, Atori had attempted to greet you from behind, only to get a face full of your hair when you turned around. You had assumed the rather violent reaction of his body jerking and entire face seizing up had been because of the surprise at a rather hearty amount of hair suddenly in his face.

You had long since wondered if you had offended him somehow with the hair slap, but everyone had drawn blanks because Momonoki had done the same thing only a few hours later, and much harder considering the absolute length of hair and speed she had done it with, and he was still perfectly fine with her. Though, you considered it a blessing in disguise the longer you watched him. There was just something about him that creeped you out, especially after Shichirou confessed that he was certain they were hiding something.

"I can give you some of mine to try if you would like. I have a couple of extras since it lasts for three-four years in a bottle, and I've just pruned mine to be able to make more." And hadn't that been a pain to try and figure out? You couldn't ask any of the teachers at Babyls what parts to make into the oils since they were under the impression you already knew, and most breeders were rather tight-lipped in their secrets in fear that you were a competitor.

Well until Opera decided to get involved, and then you had not only which parts were safe to use but also formulas for the best things to mix with them and brand-new equipment to get started.

"Although I'm surprised you would want to smell like me if your friend hates it."

"Friend...?" Ah, right, you had forgotten that was a human word.

"Friends are people who enjoy spending time together and help one another, but in a non-romantic or familial sense. Like how Iruma, Alice, and Clara do or Shichirou and Kalego. It's like allies but stronger, if that makes sense. If you want, we can be friends?" You held out your hand towards her and were rather reminded of the scene from the first Harry Potter film.

The longer she stared wide-eyed at your hand, the more you started to worry you would end up like Draco. Spurned before even being given a chance. Until slowly but surely her hand rose up and took yours. Eyes alight in wonder as she looks fixedly at your joined hands.

"Not friends...with Atori...forced...companionship....coworkers on various jobs...no one else....to really talk to..."

"Well, now you can talk to me!" You declared brightly, a large smile gracing your face. "Whenever you want to spend time together or need some help, just come to me and I'll be there."

"Can we...pet chicks...?"

"Of course! I'll even ask Shichirou if he knows of any petting zoos around here, and we can visit to pet lots of animals if so. And to cement this newfound friendship, how about I bring a bottle of my hair oil tomorrow to give you after the exam? As a way to celebrate our obvious winnings as well."

"I would...like that."

"Then it's a deal!")

Looking up from your position, fingering the bottle in your pocket, your mind racing with what to do. You had three terrified students, two of which were injured, and at least one deranged intruder. Potentially two if he and Shiida were working together. And wasn't that a sad thought? Your possible new friend could actually be an enemy in disguise.

Though as you watched Shichirou smack down Atori with a giant fist made of vines, you could at least be assured you wouldn't have to attempt to fight. Shichrou had it well in hand, and eveidently he thought so as well as he turned back and gave you a nod, hellphone already in hand to contact the others.

You started to turn back to the students to get them ready to be transferred when you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye. Whirling back around you saw it again. Thin shimmering strands of something were protruding out of where Atori's body lay before. You dared a glance at Shichirou who hadn't yet noticed, back still turned to the danger.

You cried out his name in panic, right before a multitude of the strands poured out and wrapped around the fallen demon. Shichirou whirled around and you both watched, stunned, as the strands seemed to undulate, as if something was moving underneath. Were...were they healing him? No, your eyes darted about the shapes, counting each one and cataloguing how they move.

It wasn't healing Atori, it was changing him.

You risked another glance at Shichirou who was still standing there surprised. He wasn't doing anything, why wasn't he doing anything? Strike, burn, crush, something before-!

The threads tore apart, and your gaze was forced back to the suddenly mutated body before you. Atori stood slowly, shakily rising, his body with that came equipped with two extra sets of limbs. He hadn't just changed slightly, he had metamorphised. Like....like a bug, you suddenly realized. A giant spider that had been humanized.

Your hands flexed around the bottle in your pocket again. Should you? Could you? There was no guarantee it would do anything, and even if it did, you only had one shot. One shot to make this work when you were lucky to throw something straight on your best days. But would it even work, or would you just be in the way?

Shiida's words rang in your mind, "Atori-san hates it". If that were true and really what reason would she have to lie about that of all things? If he really did hate it and that was before the change, then maybe...just maybe.

You forced yourself out of your thoughts right as Atori started to bring his hand up. Your hand clench around the bottle harder, bringing it out of your pocket as your body moved to exit the egg shaped shield Shichirou had thrown up in the beginning. All thoughts focused on your task, it never registered that you shouldn't have been able to leave it all, and yet your body flowed through like it wasn't even there.

You had seconds, Atori's hand already at his mouth, lips forming an o-shape as if blowing. You saw it in slow motion as more threads, webs, spurred out and flew at Shichirou’s face. Sliding past him, you ducked underneath, far from the splash zone, and continued on your way. You could already see Atori starting to turn to get away. You were so close, just a little more, and there! Hand whipping out, you felt the bottle leave you, flying in an arch right towards its target.

Smack!

The bottle struck the side of Atori's head, glass shards flying as the liquid poured out directly onto his skin. His loud screech of pain echoed across the courtyard, pausing in his retreat to use his multiple hands to scratch at his face. You watched horrified, scrambling backwards again to get towards safety, as Atori fell to his knees, screams never fading. You felt large hands grab at your arms and almost panicked until you saw the tale-tell sign of green gloves. Shichirou.

You let yourself be pulled against his chest as he jumped further away from the still screeching demon, more vines being produced to wrap around Atori's body once more. This time staying there to hold him in place. With Atori's arms held in place and no longer covering his face, you finally saw what damage you had done. The entire right side of his face was bright red and bulging, some areas far darker than others, an obvious sign of where the oils had hit first and stayed the longest. His left eye, that was still open, rolled about its socket manically as if he couldn't focus it at all.

Once a considerable distance away, Shichirou put you down, but still hovered about directly behind you. You stood frozen, still staring at the carnage you had wrought on the spider demon. Completely ignoring the gargoyle behind you as he tried to check you over, a rant about dangers spilling from his lips, your eyes stayed locked on Atori. Adrenaline making it, so you couldn’t take your eyes away from the possible danger. It wasn’t until Shichirou forced your head to look at him that you finally took your gaze away.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly. Were you? No, you were not alright. Your senses, still so high-strung, still screamed of danger. That turning your back was perilousness. All of your inner instincts clamouring and fighting to rip out of you and take care of the threat. Or at least run away.

To run...run? Run! Your entire body jerked forward instinctively, Shichirou's arms wrapping around you, his wings bursting forth in a flurry of feathers ready to block whatever was coming to your back as he lept away again. Your hands clutched his shirt tightly, eyes scrunching shut in fear at being so exposed and not being able to see the danger, much less attack back. Pulse racing, you waited for the attack to hit.

Only, it never did.

There was a loud cracking noise, that rather reminded you of bones snapping, and a pained yowl by the time Shichirou touched down again. Most of his body stayed tense, but the arms holding you loosened just enough that you could look to see what happened. Turning around, the first thing you noticed was Shiida, with a rather more exposed outfit than you remembered seeing her in this morning, lowering her leg back toward the ground. Stepping on top of a knocked-down Atori, a spray of web trailed from his mouth to fall only a few inches short of where you had been. She easily dug her heel into his back, exactly where you assumed his wing roots were...

"You will....not hurt....my friend," Shiida growled, digging her foot further into his back. His body spasmed out of instinct, but it was obvious to tell from the way his body had fallen, she had fully snapped his spine.

"Shiidaaaaa..." Atori growled out, "How… could you?!"

"Friends help...one another...when needed... You...threatened friend... I end...the threat," Shiida explained before locking eyes with you, "I help...my friend."

My allegiance lies with you.

Your eyes teared up from all the emotions stirring in you like a cyclone, the most prominent being relief and something akin to affection blooming across your chest. You understood her message and nodded at her with a watery smile.

A wall of fire surrounded the four of you, followed by what appeared to be a wall of flower guns crawling up the side of the building, Ifirit-sensei and Suzy-sensei. You heard the door to the side of you slam open and the pounding of footsteps as more and more teachers filed in as backup.

Your body almost collapsed from the amount of relief that flowed through you, and if Shichirou’s arms weren’t still holding you close, you probably would have. You and the others were safe, there was simply no way Atori could take on the entire staff of Babyls if he had issues with two, technically three, of you. When the heavy pressure of Sullivan’s aura arrived long before you saw his tall, lean form, it merely confirmed what you already knew.

Atori would not be getting away this day.

"Hey, Shichirou?" He hummed in response, Shiida walking closer to you guys after finally getting off of Atori’s battered body, and Sullivan got to work questioning him. "Do you know of any petting zoos around here? Specifically, one with chicks?"

The crazed look he gave you was more than worth the slightly hysterical laugh that left your throat as he went about checking your head for injuries.

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