This choice: Iris, Sumire, and Sakura in the courtyard • Go Back...Chapter #5The Mud boy, the Bodybuilder and the Thug, part 1 by: AlexNotTheOne   Following the yells, Ogami found himself walking into the courtyard where he could catch a glimpse of two figures arguing in the distance, just being able to see two blurry figures, but he could differentiate the color of their clothes, one pink and one purple, Sakura and Sumire he assumed.
He started to walk towards the duo but soon enough his vision was completely clouded when he felt something splashing against his face.
"What–" he mumbled as he passed a hand through his face, which allowing him to see said hand was now completely covered in mud, that was odd enough why would someone just throw mud at him? Was someone mad at him or did one of Kohran's experiment go rogue?
The answer to his question soon presented itself, on the other side of the courtyard he could see Iris sitting on a pile of mud, her puffy dress now ruined by mud stains, her neatly tied golden locks were now wild yellow knots and for some unknown reason she was laughing while clapping her mud covered hands, "Hahahaha I got Ogami, I got you!"
"You got me?" the captain repeated while arching a brow, not understanding why Iris of all people would be behaving like a wild child.
"Yup!" the little girl vigorously nodded, a smile was visible on her dirt filled visage, "You're a big dumb dumb Ogami! Even old man Yoneda would have seen that coming! You're too slow! Slowpoke Ogami! Hahaha!" Iris kept laughing as she pointed at him with one of her hands and with the other one she threw another mudball in direction.
Unfortunately the young girl underestimated her captain's reflexes since this time he was able to dodge it with ease, the unforseen event made the girl gasp but her shock only lasted a moment because she soon went back to laughing, "Hehehe good job Captain Slowpoke maybe you're not so lame after all!!" after saying that the girl ran up to him, leaving a muddy trail behind her, "Hey Ogami, wanna see something cool?
"Uh sure?" he replied, something about the girl's attitude was making him feel uneasy but at the same time he couldn't find the willpower to say no to Iris' angelic presence... even if at the moment she was completely covered in mud.
The girl's smile only grew after she heard his reply which she took as a go ahead to tug from his sleeve and drag him behind her, eventually reaching a room that just reminded him of how weirdly she was acting today, her room.
Almost as if she could read his mind, Iris proceeded to do yay another thing that made him wonder what had happened during his absence because she proceeded to ran through her room, picking every stuffed animal she could find and ripping off their heads, then scattering said heads through the room as if they were confetti, not pleased with the stuffed destruction the youngest member of the revue proceed to run to her closet, picking every dress she could find and then proceeding to rip them to shreds.
Ogami was left speechless for what he was seeing, just for precaution he decided to take a few steps away from Iris, her behavior was concerning but as he remembered she was still very young, the captain chugged her change of attitude to a rebellious phase which would hopefully tone down in a few weeks or months, otherwise he might need to have a talk with her but at the moment he thought it would be best to leave her be.
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After closing the door to Iris' room as quietly as possible, Ogami decided to resume his search for the members of the Flower Division.
"Hey you!" a familiar voice called out for him in a very unfamiliar tone, turning around Ogami was met by his goal of finding another member of the revue, none other than Sakura Shinguji herself.
But something about her wasn't right, for starters the tone she was using was so coarse, and the expression in her face matched her unfriend demeanor something that was further accentuated by the most visible change in her appearance, her clothes.
A moment ago he had been sure he had seen Sakura wearing her trademark pink kimono, but now there was no trace of the traditional garment because she had replaced it with a leather jacket and torn jeans, both probably coming out of the dressing room, "Yes, Sakura?" he managed to mumbled despite his initial confusion.
"Sakura!?" the girl yelled as if she had never heard her own name, "Oh come one she even has a girly name! Gah!" Sakura tugged from her own hair, ripping a few strands off her ponytail, "Well fuck she won't look like cherry chick once I'm done with her, hey toothbrush head, you got an electric razor?"
"Toothbrush head?" Ogami repeated as he passed a hand through his spiky hair, did he... did he really looking like that!?
"Yeah feel like cavities would run away from ya, so you got a razor or what?"
"Yes I have one, why? Don't tell–" Ogami's question was cut short when Sakura grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him behind her and just like Iris before her, she forced him inside her own room.
Before he could ask her what she was planning the girl sat on her bed with her back facing him and pointed to her long ponytail, "Go on, start shaving I don't have all day!"
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, "You know it would take months even a year for your hair to reach that length again, you're sure you want this?"
"Yeah! I'm fucking sure, fucking boyscout now start shaving before I do it myself!" Sakura yelled, seeing the sweet kind-hearted start of the theater yelling like a thug was... surreal, almost like an hallucination.
"Huh if that's what you really want" Ogami sighed as he took the electric razor blade out of his pocket, this would take a while...
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