Inside the PA Room

(chapter originally by doragom333 at writing.com)

The PA room was mostly empty, save for two students near the monitors. Mitsuru recognized them as Emiko, and the tall boy who had accosted Chihiro earlier, not that his name mattered at all at that moment.

"What the-?" Emiko gasped. "You managed to escape? And still naked, I see... Did Little Mitsuru come for another dose of punishment?" she sneered.

Mitsuru nostrils flared, her lips turning back in a sort of snarl. "It is the end of the line for you!" she yelled defiantly, arms at her sides.

"What, you guys?" Emiko said mockingly. "Three people wearing a total of one uniform is supposed to scare us?"

"Y-you're outnumbered!" Chihiro surprisingly spoke up, looking the angriest Mitsuru ever saw the girl, fists balled in front of her. "You're gonna pay for what you did to us!"

"It's too late," the boy taunted. "The video's already uploaded into the computer. At 10:05, it will start playing out in the auditorium and everyone will see your little show. You know, thanks to that little teaser we sent out and you not being at the assembly, everyone's talking about you already. Just imagine what they will be saying after today, ha ha!"

"That's enough!" Odagiri yelled, charging the boy.

With a grunt, Chihiro did likewise towards Emiko.

Still in the doorway, Mitsuru sized up the situation carefully. Things looked even right now in the battle, but if her allies' sudden burst of energy petered out, they would soon be at a disadvantage. Odagiri had locked hands with his opponent, apparently challenging him in a match where the stronger competitor would prevail. Chihiro and Emiko, on the other hand, were fighting in a style more similar to boxing. That is to say, the most amateurish boxing Mitsuru had ever witnessed, with wild punches swinging off target for both sides, interrupted only by the occasional blow to the noggin. Her friends' efforts were admirable, but Mitsuru knew that it wouldn't last long. Malnourished as they were, their strength would soon drain away, leaving them at the mercy of their enemies. Knowing that she had to stop these two before she could safely stop the video from playing, she looked around the room, searching for anything that could help. Soon enough, Mitsuru had her plan.

Sneaking around behind the combatants, she made her way to the wall with the monitors. Taking a page from Odagiri's book, she hoisted a nearby folding chair and, fueled by her adrenaline alone, charged the tall boy and hit him on the back of the head with as much **** as she could muster. Fortunately, arms otherwise occupied and completely unable to defend any blows from behind, the boy crumpled to the floor like a sack of bricks.

"Now!" Mitsuru yelled, gesturing towards where Emiko and Chihiro were continuing to duke it out.

"Right!" Odagiri replied, charging Emiko and making the match a two-on-one, quickly shifting things in their favor.

With the traitors sufficiently disposed of and occupied, Mitsuru made her way to the computer at the monitors and sat in the chair. Looking at the clock, the time was 10:03. They made it with two minutes to spare! Using her personal password, she was able to access the computer camera logs and gain access to alter the video playlist, despite it being locked in earlier.

"Hah! Go ahead and try! It won't do you any good." Emiko yelled.

Mitsuru turned around. The duo had succeeded in holding her down on the floor, but Emiko's face remained locked in an expression of triumph.

"Arata has the last phone on him!" she continued. "Even if you stop the video here, he will send it out on his own from that phone right there on stage. And it won't be limited to a small group of friends, he's set it up to go to everyone in the school right here and now!"

"Krr..." Mitsuru growled. She looked at the assembly through the auditorium monitor. Arata had taken to the podium and was gesturing to the crowd. Most likely he was preparing them for the show that was yet to come. There was simply not enough time. One way or another, her naked body was going to be shown to everyone.

She had failed...

...but she hadn't given up yet, despite everything she had been through, and she wasn't going to start now. There was still one option left to her. It was an unpleasant one, but it was the only option remaining.

Mitsuru fiddled with the computer a bit more, making sure everything was in place before hitting CONFIRM, just before 10:05.

"...and without further ado, a side of your Student Council President that you've never seen before, that I am sure will change your opinion of her," Arata said, concluding his opening speech with a bow.

Students and faculty alike muttered confused whispers. This assembly was supposed to be about the update for the new club itineraries over the summer. The last thing they expected was a last minute change to an impeachment hearing against Mitsuru, claiming her unfit for office, of all things. But Arata had insisted that all will be made clear after seeing a video Mitsuru had apparently shot of herself on campus that he had been able to acquire somehow. A lot of this seemed sketchy, but between that and rumors of that mysterious sexy photo from Saturday, anything was possible, so they all decided to sit back and see what was in store.

Their confusion intensified as the video began. The opening scene was nothing scandalous. It was just the Student Council Room, during a normal everyday meeting. The angle and timestamp in the corner of the footage made it appear as though it was taken from a security camera this past Saturday, during the normal meeting times. Due to being shown on the large screen, everyone could be made out clearly. Arata's eyes bugged out as he saw that this wasn't what he planned to show. With everyone's eyes and ears focused on the video, no one noticed him as he quickly crouched down and dialed Emiko's cell number from his personal phone. His face went from white to red as the voice on the other end was not Emiko's at all.

"Hello, Arata," Mitsuru spoke.

"What do you think you're doing, Kirijo!?" Arata whispered hoarsely. "How did you escape? Never mind that, don't you know that I'm going to send your sordid actions out to everyone if the proper video doesn't show!?"

"Yes," Mitsuru replied matter-of-factly. "Your co-conspirator was quite insistent that if I tried to stop your broadcast, you'd send it out anyway."

"Exactly! You lost! So what are you trying to pull? How did you get that footage!?"

"Indeed, no matter what I did, it was clear that my humiliation would be made public to everyone. So, I figured, why not give everyone the extended, uncut version? As for how I acquired this, is it really that surprising? Wasn't it you who said that the Kirijo group holds too much power everywhere?"

"Don't act all smug with me! I'm uploading the video and sending links to everyone right now!"

Mitsuru said nothing.

Just then a mixture of gasps and laughter roared through the auditorium. The video had just reached the part where Mitsuru's blouse got caught in the filing cabinet and was torn off completely. "Hear that?" Arata crowed through the laughter, which peaked again after Chihiro had to point the obvious out to the perplexed President. "You're a laughingstock now! Your humiliation has only just begun! It will be even worse once everyone gets to view a free replay on their phones!"

"Yes, I can see it clearly from here," Mitsuru continued, her tone remaining calm and unperturbed. "I did simply just stand there like a slack-jawed buffoon, didn't I? Giving a full view of my brassiere to everyone in the room. I really do look quite the fool. But do you remember what happened next, Arata?"

"Next, what do you mean nex-! !!!" he froze up in realization.

"It seems you have finally caught on," Mitsuru continued, an edge becoming apparent in her voice. "The next thing to come off was indeed my brassiere, but that was not due to mere chance, was it?"

"Stop it..." he faintly whispered.

"What was that?"

"Stop it, now!" he said, nearly breaking his whisper.

"But why?" Mitsuru asked condescendingly. "You already sent out the incomplete video. I'm just giving everyone the complete story. Aren't I such a gracious host?"

"I-I lied!" Arata lied, struggling to regain control. "Obviously that was just a bluff to get you to stop this! Come on, we can still work this out reasonably, man to woman, all right?"

"I'm afraid that ship is about to set sail," said Mitsuru.

Just then, a collective gasp echoed throughout the room, as the video reached the part where Arata snuck up behind Mitsuru, removed her bra from her body, and then proceeded to taunt her with it.

"Dammit all!" Arata swore, cutting the call and quickly making his exit while everyone was distracted by Mitsuru's breasts.