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— Shinagawa Division—

It was approximately 8:00p.m. on a hot June day and the sun had set, letting nighttime take control until sunrise of the next day. On the outskirts of the city of Shinagawa, hidden by the foliage was a building approximately 8 stories in height and was lit up colorfully like a candle in the dark, while it may look like an old abandoned building to the few that have seen it, what lies inside the building can on,y be described as a one of a kind extraordinary. This is the headquarters of the infamous hacktivist group, Scorpion Den.

In the fifth floor of the building, the inside looked a mix between a punk anarchist and a SiFi fan’s dream, it was quite lively with many people working on a plethora of things while others were simply lounging around the area and socializing. On one of the platforms was a girl with black and purple hair tied into twintails, the girl so happened to be Sumire Shinomiya, Scorpion Den’s unofficial leader. She sat on a workbench and appeared to be working on something, giving how stone faced her features were, it looked like whatever she was working on had some importance, this wasn’t anything new for the girl but this time in particular was different, for it was a special occasion.

So immersed in her work, she didn’t hear the sound of the elevator being activated and footsteps approaching her until she felt a tap on her shoulder. Dropping her screwdriver, the two color haired girl jumped with a yelp and immediately twisted her head to look at whoever disturbed her, sighing when she realized that it was only her best friends and most trusted confidants. Annoyed, she sent a glare at the punkish looking group, “Ever heard of knocking?” She snarked, causing the blue haired girl to roll her eyes.

“Did you forget that you called us up here?” Said Janine McNamara, Scorpion Den’s lead programmer.

“Honestly Sumire, this better be good, I was in the middle of working on the next batch of Zenith, we’re running low.” Grumped a raven haired boy, the head chemist of Scorpion Den, Yosuke Miura. His features contorting into annoyance at the young scientist in front of him.

“Of course not,” Sumire crossed her arms, huffing, “but you still could have given me a warning, you can clearly see that I’m working on something and this is important, I’ve been working on this for months!”

“Damn, months? Usually it only takes you a few days to finish a project, this must really mean something to you.” A new voice popped up, unlike the others, this voice sounded synthesized, as if whoever was speaking was using a voice modulator. There was only one person that fit that description, the Trickster of Scorpion Den, the bright LED lights of his signature chemion mask lit up, his “eyes” displaying “X X”, conveying his current mood.

Sumire shrugged, fiddling with a piece of scrap metal in her hands, “Eh, kinda. It’s more….I’m repaying somebody back.”

“Ah, so this is about Aranai.” A smooth voice spoke, laced with amusement. The group immediately turned their heads to Miyabi Katsura, one of Scorpion Den’s few older members. Sumire glared at the older female while Miyabi merely gave a smile.

“W-wait a minute! As in the former biker gang leader?! And the current leader of Sakurai Clan?!” Yelped Scorpion Den’s fairly new member, Zoya Anand, who was currently looking at both Miyabi and Sumire in surprise and slight fear, she had heard many rumors of Ueno’s cherry blossom haired menace and while she isn’t sure how true they are, she wasn’t exactly eager to find out.

“Oh yeah, that’s right, it’s her birthday today, ain’t it? (! !)” Trickster ‘ohh’ed’ in realization, eyes turning into exclamation marks.

“So that’s what this is about? You called us here to help throw a party for your friend that we haven’t even met?” Yosuke scowled, now more annoyed that his work was interrupted for something he could care less for.

“C’mon Yosuke, don’t be a dick, I think that’s a awesome idea! I mean, I think it’s about time we meet the girl that’s stealing away our best friend.” Janine lightly elbowed the chemist, a smile on her pink lips. Though, while she was joking, the others didn’t exactly catch on and soon enough an argument broke out about whether Sumire was replacing them or not.

Sumire rubbed her forehead and released a sigh, her friends had a habit of taking anything she says and just ran with it without her explaining the whole thing, much like herself she realized but she could ponder about her hypocrisy later. “Can you all shut up for about five minutes?! If you would actually let me explain then you would know that Aranai’s not stealing me away, I’m not replacing all of you, and we’re not throwing a party!”

Sumire’s outburst caused her fellow Scorpions to quiet down almost immediately, causing the anarchist to let out a sigh of relief, it was silent for just about 30 seconds before Trickster spoke up. “So then, what are we doing?”

“I’m not going to do anything except finish my gift,” Sumire turned back to her workbench and picked up her tools, already getting back to finishing crafting whatever it is she was working on. “You guys however, are going on a little trip to Ueno to pick up some cargo.”

“Hell no.” Yosuke refused.

“What cargo? How come we weren’t notified?” Janine questioned.

“Is the cargo a cake? Please tell me it’s cake. (~ ~)” Trickster begged.

“Wait, I still don’t understand, why do we have to go to Ueno?” Zoya asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? Sumire wants us to go kidnap Aranai.” Miyabi explained.

Sumire snaped her fingers and pointed at Miyabi without looking. “You see, why can’t you guys be as perceptive as Miyabi?”

“Hell no.” Yosuke refused, again.

“What?!” Janine yelped.

“Okay (X X).” Trickster shrugged.

“WHAT?!” Zoya yelled.

Miyabi pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, “And what are we getting out of this?”

“An adventure, a chance to meet my friend, an opportunity to leave this fucking building.” Sumire responded, not missing a beat.

“Sumire.” Janine started, intertwining her hands together and a pleading look on her face. “Please listen to yourself and to me, I don’t know what kind of messed up relationship you and Aranai have but we are not going to kidnap her for you.”

Sumire stopped her inventing and turned her head to look at her blue haired bestie, an unreadable look on her face. Once again it was quiet (save for the loud constructing noises of other members making their own inventions) as the two friends looked at each other.

— Ueno Division —

“I can’t fucking believe she actually got us to do this.”

Nobody responded as the crew, now in their signature masks and mission gear merely waited outside the building Aranai was in, only a few blocks down. They had gotten information from Sumire that her biker friends were throwing her a party and this was where they were throwing it, judging by the loud music and empty cans and bottles of alcohol thrown everywhere outside, this was the place. They were sitting inside Hellraiser, the team’s vehicle which was actually an old train cart that they had converted into a vehicle and one that they use during missions that were long distance.

Yosuke, or Stolas sighed as he leaned back in his seat, glaring at Janine or Dove from behind his mask. “You really need to work on your willpower or else she’s going to keep do-“

“Oh, because you were doing so much to contribute.” Dove snapped, glaring back.

“I’m just saying that I’m not as easily tempted as you.” Stolas said and Dove scoffed. “Then why are you here if you have such strong willpower?”

“Guys, c’mon, we’re already here, might as well get it over with.” Zoya or Saraswati softly pleaded, trying to make herself look as small as possible.

“Shh,” Trickster hushed her, “I wanna see where this one goes, it’s not often Dove and Stolas go at it. (O O)” He whispered excitedly.

“Well sorry to disappoint you, Trick but we’re going to have to cut this short, she’s coming out.” Miyabi or Yūrei cut in as she unbuckled her seatbelt, immediately gaining the attention of the other people in the vehicle with her. Looking out of the front window of Hellraiser was indeed Aranai Norikoru who looked like to be taking a breath of fresh air (for whatever reason) from her party, taking a swig of the bottle of alcohol she brought with her but most importantly: she was alone which made it all the more easier for the crew.

“Oh shit! Showtime! (! !)” Trickster cheered (and immediately getting shushed by the others) while the team got out of Hellraiser and made their way to the Bōsōzoku.

Honestly, looking back, it probably wasn’t the best idea to just walk up to her or at least not without some plan. I mean, what do you do when five masked people walk up to you at night?

Well if you were Aranai then the answer is obvious.

“Yooo~! Ride or Die! (^ ^)” Trickster called out, waving towards the pink haired girl.

Aranai blinked once, twice before opening her mouth to speak, “Uh, who the fuck are you guys.”

“That’s classified, I’m afraid.” Yūrei crossed her arms, her oni mask making her look particularly intimidating in the moonlight. “But we need you to come with us, it’s important.”

Aranai looked at the masked people in front of her, the party was still raging on behind her and she laughed, un-fucking-believable, of course shit like this had to happen to her, on her birthday no less! Taking one last swig of her drink, she threw it behind her, not caring that it smashed and broke on the ground, she looked at Yūrei and craned her neck side to side, cracking it a little. “Oh yeah, bitch? And what if I refused?”

Dove, immediately coming to a realization that a fight will break out if something isn’t done, quickly spoke up. “Look, this doesn’t have to get ugly, just…please come with us and we’ll…try to explain.” She looked back and forth between Yūrei and Aranai, more worried for her friend’s wellbeing than anything.

“Right, because I’ll totally go with a bunch of masked strangers that I don’t know, it won’t definitely end with me dead in some ditch with my organs missing. Seriously, do I look fucking stupid to you?” Aranai snarled, now actually pissed. Dove and Yūrei stayed silent but shared a look.

“Yeah, actually.” Stolas nodded, narrowly avoiding an elbow jab from Yūrei. Saraswati, who was hanging back from the group, started to slowly back away, sensing danger.

“Look, we’re all amigos here, right? Just come with us and everything will be fine, we even got cake! (^ ^)” Trickster nonchalantly and casually walked up to the Bōsōzoku and attempted to grab her hand…only to be met with a swift punch to the face…and a kick to the stomach, it took all of five seconds for Trickster to be on the ground, groaning in pain and clutching at his certainly bruised abdomen.

“Trick!!” Dove, Yūrei, Stolas, and Saraswati yelled in shock while Aranai only clicked her tongue, unimpressed.

Saraswati immediately went over to Trickster’s side and tried to get him away from the biker girl, although being mildly terrified right now, the only thing on her mind was getting her friend to safety.

“What the hell is your problem?!” Stolas glared at Aranai who glared back despite not actually seeing his face. “Shouldn’t I be saying that? I mean, for a bunch of shithead kidnappers, you guys suck at actually kidnapping people.”

“Look, we can’t tell you why but you have to come with us, we’re on a very tight schedule.” Yūrei glanced down at her watch, they only had 15 minutes to get to the area Sumire wanted them to drop Aranai off.

“Oh boo-fucking-hoo, clearly I don’t give a shit, now if you assholes don’t want to end up like your friend here.” The Bōsōzoku pointed at Trickster still on the ground, “then fuck off and get the fuck out of my city.”

Yūrei and Stolas silently shared a look and Dove sucked in a deep breath and exhaled, reaching into her pocket, she pulled out what looked like to be a perfume bottle, it was blue and overall looked very pretty, something straight out from a high class boutique. Gripping it tightly in her hands, she looked up at Aranai, “You know, now having actually met you, I can see how you and Sumire get along, if you see her, tell her she owes us, all of us, big time.”

At the mention of her intelligent friend, Aranai paused, these shitheads know Sumire? Oh fuck, did they kidnap her?! “Sumire? The hell does she have to do with this?”

Dove grinned behind her mask, she gripped her perfume bottle tightly, in a flash, she was right in front of Aranai which seemed to take the other female aback just a little. Before the pink haired biker could do anything, she was hit with a blue cloud and the pleasant smell of…blueberries? Coughing, Aranai took a step back and rubbed her eyes, looking at her masked assailants that seemed to…multiply? No, that wasn’t it…but she felt…really tired all of a sudden.

Literally swaying back and forth, Aranai gave a death glare to Dove, “Y-you…you bitch…what….did you do to…me?”

Dove shrugged and held up her perfume bottle, giving it a little shake. “Nothing really, just gave you a little spray since you reeked of alcohol, though there’s a bit of side effects, such is the price of beauty.”

The crew watched warily as Aranai took a step forward towards Dove…only to fall back on the ground unconscious. The group stood still for a couple of seconds, Dove going over to Aranai’s body to check her breathing and pulse before giving a thumbs up making the others give a sigh of relief.

“What..the fuck..” Saraswati merely started at Aranai’s unconscious body in shock while Yūrei nodded, “What the fuck indeed.”

“Yeah, what the fuck, Dove?! (! !)” Trickster immediately got up from his position on the ground, seemingly bounced back from the quick beat down Aranai gave him. “Couldn’t you have done that before she fucking punched me?! (⋋ ⋌)”

“You kinda deserved it man, let’s be honest.” Stolas patted Trickster on the shoulder as he made his way to Dove and Aranai.

“I didn’t do shit! (> <)” Trickster whined, slumping over as Saraswati patted him on the back and Yūrei made her way over to Dove and Stolas.

“Enough, the hard part’s over now, we only got 10 minutes left so let’s get her inside Hellraiser and finally be done with this night.” Yūrei commanded as she lifted Aranai up by her shoulders, “One of you grab her legs.”

“On it.” Stolas volunteered as he grabbed the Biker’s legs and together he and Yūrei effortlessly hoisted her up. The five of them, including their hostage placed the Bōsōzoku into the back of the vehicle before getting in themselves, Yūrei at the driver’s seat and turning on the ignition.

“Uh, hey Dove?” Saraswati spoke up, nervously glancing at Aranai’s body every few moments as if she would suddenly jump up and mercilessly beat them all into oblivion. “How long does the knock out perfume lasts?”

“Don’t worry, Sara.” Dove patted the shorter girl on the head, “She should be out for a while and even if she does wake up, she’ll be too out of it to do anything immediately.”

“Oh…okay.” Saraswati nodded, feeling a bit more relaxed.

Dove sighed and leaned back into her seat, “Our first time meeting and we kidnapped her.” She could feel a migraine coming.

“Technically, she didn’t meet us, she only me-“

“Shut up, Trick.”

As they began to get on the road, the door to the building opened up to reveal one of Aranai’s friends, they noticed that when Aranai stepped out, she didn’t come back and went to go get her only to find her gone, before they could process anything, a vehicle sped past them and into the city.

— ???, Ueno City —

A dull pounding in her head caused the Bōsōzoku to open her eyes, hissing and groaning, she placed a head on her forehead in an attempt to stop whatever headache that was making itself home within her cranium. Slowly getting up, she looked around to find herself in an empty apartment room, save for the wardrobe in the corner and a small table with a tablet resting on it. Ahead of her was the door that lead to the exit, without thinking, the pink haired woman walked to the door and twisted the knob…only to find it locked. Even more alarmed, she twisted it again and again before ramming her shoulder against it and beating at it with her hands.

“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!!” Aranai yelled, eyes ablaze with pure anger. Now that everything was coming back to her, specifically those masked freaks that kidnapped her, she was more than pissed, she was fucking livid, she swore that when she finds those assholes, she’s gonna tear them limb from fucking limb.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down and started practicing some de-stressing exercises her surrogate mother taught her. Taking another look around the partially empty room, her sight once again landed on the black tablet just laying on the table, almost compelling her to go to it, Aranai sighed and rubbed her head, this is most definitely a trap but what else could she do? There were no windows, the door-as she quickly found out-was made out of metal, and there was barely anything here to help her. Biting her tongue, she muttered a quiet “fuck it” before walking up to the small table and taking the tablet.

Pressing the home button, the tablet immediately came to life, showing a…purple scorpion. A very familiar purple scorpion, Aranai’s eyes widen when she finally put two and two together and just when she did, the screen glitched to show the culprit.

“Hey Nai!” Sumire motherfucking Shinomiya grinned at her from behind the screen and judging from the look of the video, it was a recording, “Happy birthday bitch!” She cheered and then proceeded to blow a party blower to the camera. Aranai just stared at the screen and somewhere in the back of her mind, she can faintly feel her eye twitching.

“Okay, okay, all jokes aside, I know you must be feeling very confused and hella pissed off right now.” Sumire giggled, throwing the party blower behind her.

“You’re goddamn right I am, you bitch-“

“But don’t worry, I’m here to explain everything!” She clasped her hands together and gave Aranai a beaming smile, “Remember the amazing gift you gave me for my birthday? Well, I wanted to return their favor…tenfold.” Her angelic smile suddenly turned into a demonic smirk, “A few months ago, you told me that one of your favorite game concepts aside from racing games is a hack and slash where you get to destroy a whole bunch of shit and get a shitton of loot.” Was Aranai hallucinating or was Sumire’s smirk getting more demonic the more she talked? “So me, being the loving and considerate friend I am, decided to make that wish come true for you. I turned Ueno City into a real life video game and you,” She pointed at Aranai, “my dear Bōsōzoku are the protagonist, your mission? Destroy the chompers terrorizing the citizens of Ueno City and make your way to Kaneiji where your prize and I await you.” When she finally finished talking, she leaned back into her chair, still smirking. “Don’t believe me? Just watch.”

The screen glitched again, this time showing Ueno City in utter chaos, people screaming and running from the Chompers that were causing complete mayhem and terrorizing citizens but they weren’t hurting them, the most they were doing was literally nipping at their heels but otherwise they were just chasing and hissing at people. Aranai watched in horror, anger, and just a tad bit of awe, she honestly didn’t know what to say…actually she had a lot to say and none of them were good but her mouth refused to move. Just a while ago, she was enjoying her birthday with her friends and now she had been kidnapped and one of her closest friends had set a bunch of robots loose on her city.

The screen glitched back to show Sumire, this time filling her nails, as if she hadn’t put an entire city in danger, she glanced up at the camera, “You still with me? You don’t have much time, Nai, you need to get to Kaneiji as soon as possible, I don’t want to spoil anything but it’ll be bad for both of us if your prize were to…spoil so to say so better to move your ass, the door will open after this message but before you go charging out like an idiot, go check the wardrobe, it’s not a trap or anything, trust me, it’s going to help you immensely.”

Aranai slowly turned her head away from the tablet and towards the wardrobe, it didn’t look like much, just an ordinary wardrobe one would find in a residence. Placing the tablet down, she walked over to the wardrobe and opened it to find three things. A helmet, a leather jacket, and a baseball bat. All of them were pink, had cherry blossom designs, and were…honestly kinda nice, it wasn’t exactly her style per say but Aranai could appreciate the effort. Grabbing the items from the wardrobe, Aranai put on the leather jacket and went back to the tablet.

“Do you like it? I know how much you like cherry blossoms so I thought I’d get you something nice, you can keep them, consider it a bonus present. Now, I have to go, as much as I would love to stick around and watch my work come to fruition, I know better.” Sumire stood up and dusted herself off, “Remember, destroy the Chompers and get to Kaneiji, it doesn’t matter if you can’t get rid of all of them, I’ve set them to deactivate when you arrive at Kaneiji, don’t ask how or why, you’ve got bigger things to worry about. Good luck, Ride or Die, the fate of Ueno City rests in your hands. Diabla, signing off.”

Just like that, the screen went black and the door to the outside opened after giving a beep. Aranai looked blankly at the tablet then to the door before wordlessly walking out the room and to…outside. Where people were still panicking and running around like headless chickens, Aranai stopped short when a bunch of police cars sped past her going to somewhere she didn’t know or care. A shriek caught her attention and she looked down to see a chomper growling and hissing at her. Sumire’s words rang through her head and Aranai…laughed, and laughed and laughed as she put on the helmet (and was immediately greeted with game stats and a score counter along with her adjectives in the corner, the bitch really went all out) and gripped the bat tightly. Looking at the mechanical monstrosity, she lifted the cherry blossom bat above her head and brought it down on the Chomper, instantly killing it with a loud smash.

“Alright, you demonic motherfucker, let’s play.”

— Kaneiji Building —

Three hours had passed and Aranai had finally made it to the Kaneiji building, panting and so fucking tired, her arms and legs hurt from swinging and running. The journey getting here was not an easy one, those little Chomper fuckers were a lot more trouble than she thought, not only were there were so many of them but they were all over the fucking city! It was especially bad at the police station and she could only count her lucky stars that her helmet made it so that people couldn’t identify her, specifically Kisouna who Aranai had the pleasure of seeing her stab at the Chompers with a pen.

But now she was here after killing 387 Chompers and accumulating a score of 465,903 points, looking up at the building, she knew that her prize was somewhere inside, pulling herself up, she ran up the stairs and pushed open the doors to the building, warily looking around for any Chompers or police, she was relieved to find neither and started her long trek up to the top floor of the building.

20 minutes later, she had finally made it, coming across giant double doors marked with a sign that said “In here! <3” signifying that her prize was inside. Sighing, she was both a little sad and relived that this was going to be all over in a few moments but she had gone too far to stop now so she placed her hands on the doors and pushed, walking inside, she paused as she looked at her so called “prize”.

“.…You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

A single table set for two was in the middle of the room, it looked like something out of a cheesy romance novel, with candles lit and spaghetti that looked freshly cooked along with a bottle of champagne but that wasn’t what caught Aranai’s attention. No, it was fucking Ichiro Yamada tied and gagged to a chair on one side, dressed in a red suit and unconscious.

Numbly walking up to the table, Aranai just stared at the sight in front of her then spotting a bag and a note that was on her chair, first opening the bag, it was revealed to be money, a shitton of it, specifically $465,903, the exact same as her score. Looking at the note, she opened it as fast as she could and read through that shit like it was a fucking college letter.

‘Happy birthday cunt and congratulations!

You saved Ueno City from the evil Chompers and made it to Kaneiji! As of now, all remaining Chompers have deactivated and any evidence is currently being erased. Now, for your prize for being such a good girl, you get to spend a special one on one with the M.C. B.B.! in a little event I call 30 minutes in heaven! Now, Ichiro should be waking up any minute now so…

“Have fun.”

Aranai snapped her head towards the voice, at the door where she came in was a girl wearing a purple hoodie and a spider queen mask, she tilted her head at her and gave a small wave before quickly shutting the door just when Aranai rammed into it, only to be too late.

“FUCK!!!” She screamed and pulled at the handles only to discover them being jammed, looking at the door, she searched for anything to open it but to no avail, only finding a timer taped to the door and counting down 30 minutes.

Taking off the helmet, the Bōsōzoku threw it to the side and kicked at the door before giving one last shout of anger and sliding down the door, caught up in her own anger, she almost didn’t notice the muffled noise of some speaking and fidgeting in a chair, looking up, she felt her eye twitched once again as she made eye contact with a very confused and very alarmed Ichiro. Running a hand down her face, the pink haired woman looked up at the timer still ticking down and stood up, walking back over to the table and Ichiro, she ripped the tape from his mouth and undid his restraints, went back to her side of the table, sat on the chair and digging into her spaghetti.

Ichiro, upon being released, rubbed at his irritated wrists and stared wide eyed at Aranai, he had no clue what happened, all he remembered was being back home in Ikebukuro and now he was here…and why was he wearing a suit?

“Aranai? Wha-“

“Before you start,” Aranai cut in, still munching on her spaghetti which was, admittedly, pretty damn good, “I was not involved in this, my batshit insane friend decided to make a birthday “gift” because she couldn’t just buy me something like a fucking normal person. The door’s locked so we’re stuck here for 30 minutes so I suggest we get comfy.”

Ichiro just stared silently at her.

Aranai grabbed the bottle of champagne and popped it open, she held it out to the male, “Champagne?”

Later…

— Fukuoka Division —

In an abandoned warehouse away from the city of Fukuoka, a girl was sitting on the couch and sipping on a can of soda, in front of her was a TV that was playing the news, all the major news channels reported the same thing, the crazy robot attack on Ueno City. Despite nobody getting hurt, the incident was frightening enough to completely scare citizens and not only that, the police had put out a reward for the capture of the masked vigilante that had destroyed the robots and actually saved the city.

Sumire Shinomiya cackled madly as she took another sip of her soda and kicked her feet up on the table, her plan was a complete success and after months, she had finally gotten even.

Upon getting a message, she pulled out her phone and looked at the message Janine sent her.

‘Clean up’s done, you owe all of us big time, ya hear’

Grinning, Sumire sent a reply and placed her phone back in her pocket, taking another sip of her soda.

Revenge truly was sweet.

—

Happy birthday, Aranai! 😈💜🖤