Enact Escape Plan

(chapter originally by doragom333 at writing.com)

"This room is under guard, yes?" Mitsuru asked.

"Mmhm," said Odagiri, "But not closely, probably because we're all tied up like this."

"Alright," Mitsuru replied, gathering her legs underneath her. "While we are tied to each other, we might be able to stand up. Everyone, stand on three, all right?"

"Right."

"O-okay,"

"One, Two, Three!" Mitsuru called as the group attempted to stand up

"Ah! Don't touch there!" Chihiro squeaked.

"I'm not touching you with anything, Fushimi!" Odagiri scolded.

"Careful! WAH!" Mitsuru cried out, stumbled forward, and fell face down with her teammates on top of her. This was going to take a while...

Shoji reclined in the President's chair, bouncing a ball along the wall. He was bored out of his skull guarding Mitsuru and her cronies. It wasn't like they could do much, tied up butt naked and doped up on sleeping pills. But Arata insisted, and he had **** but to follow orders. He had no chance winning an argument against him, though it was thanks to Arata's stubborness that he was out a phone and would miss the big show. He'd better follow up on his promise to form an equestrian club at the school, that was the whole reason he signed on to this mutiny, after all. Though he had to admit, that show they had Mitsuru put on was unforgettable.

Just then, a loud thud followed by a shrill scream coming from the closet broke his perverted reverie. "What the?" he uttered.

"Please, is anyone out there?" Mitsuru's voice rang out. "Anyone? We need first aid!"

"They're actually awake?" he said, pondering whether he should reply or not. Well, he figured that it would be okay to talk with them at least. It wasn't like they could open the door by themselves anyways. "What is it?" he called out.

"Oh thank goodness!" Mitsuru replied. "It's Fushimi, she's gone ravenous with hunger and tore through her own arm! She needs medical attention immediately!"

"You really expect me to buy that?" Shoji scoffed. "The shy one, eating herself?"

"I could not believe it either!" Mitsuru responded, her voice frantic with emotion. "But when she started crying that she just couldn't take it anymore and needed something to eat, she just had at it!"

"UUWAAAAHH!!!" Chihiro yelled. "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much! But I need more! MORE!"

"Get away from me!" Odagiri panicked. "Eat Mitsuru, she's far more pleasing to the tongue, I'm sure!"

"Are you mad!?" Mitsuru screamed back. "If anyone deserves to be food it's you, Odagiri. You'd provide a much heartier meal!"

"This is crazy... this can't really be happening?" Shoji asked himself. He was very, very sure that they were making it up, but who knew what anyone would do after being imprisoned in a closet naked for a full day without food or water. Arata had said that the **** would make the time pass for them in the blink of an eye, but to be honest, Shoji thought that Arata was a few screws loose himself.

"AARGH!" Odagiri gasped. "My neck! Grgh!"

"MMM! SO GOOD!" Chihiro growled, sounding nearly inhuman.

"Oh God," Mitsuru sobbed. "Oh my God... It's just me and her now. I'm next... Please, save me! I'll let you do whatever you want to me, just don't let me die!"

That was enough to send Shoji running for the door. The prospect of Mitsuru as his own personal **** was just too much to pass up. Also, he was curious as to what depraved, beastly state Chihiro had been reduced to. Always watch out for the shy ones, his brother had told him whenever he asked him advice on girls. Shoji unlocked and opened the door, fully intent on claiming his prize-

-and was met with a triple-sized body slam shoving him into a nearby wall cabinet, bumping his head on the fixture and knocking him ****.

"Tres Bien!" Mitsuru cheered, giving Shoji's **** body a kick for good measure. "Now to release us from these bonds," she said, kneeling down to search his pockets for anything she could use.

"I can't believe that actually worked..." Odagiri mumbled. "He actually believed you were a zombie?"

"Zombie? I was going for werewolf..." Chihiro sighed.

"That's not what I'm getting at," Odagiri tried to continue.

"She could have been a vampire for all I care," Mitsuru interrupted. "Regardless, the plan worked splendidly, and it turns out that our friend here had a knife in his coat pocket. Yet another infraction of the rules, but one that works in our favor this time."

Taking the knife, Mitsuru was able put her wrist ropes along the blade and free herself. After that, it was only a short few minutes to cut the rest of the ropes, freeing the naked trio. Upon being freed, Chihiro immediately shoved Mitsuru aside as she ran into the Student Council room. Mitsuru followed, suprised at the girl's sudden rush, to see her dashing around the room, frantically looking for something. Half a minute later, it was apparent that her search was fruitless, as she sank to her knees and turned towards Mitsuru, arms covering her chest. "It's not here," Chihiro groaned. "It's all gone..."

It took a moment for Mitsuru to realize that she meant their clothes. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that Odagiri was also devastated, his hands firmly placed in front of his crotch as he entered the room. "Of course they wouldn't leave our uniforms out where we could just pick them up," Mitsuru spoke out loud. "It's possible that they may have disposed of them yesterday while we were ****."

"Oh..." Odagiri and Fushimi both groaned.

Mitsuru was about to chide them for moping around when action needed to be done when she realized that she couldn't really blame them. The only reason she hadn't fallen into a quivering ball covering her privates was because of extenuating circumstances: Arata needed to be stopped. Becoming overwhelmed by embarrassment or shame would do nothing to help that. All the same, she knew that the others didn't have her strength.

"Pardon me for a moment," she said, moving back to the closet, leaving the other two despondent and alone. A minute later, she returned, carrying a bundle in her hands.

"Here," she said, tossing its contents at Odagiri and Fushimi.

"What? This is?" Odagiri started.

"Shoji's uniform," Mitsuru finished. "These uniforms are for Gekkoukan students only. What Arata and his henchman have done is tantamount to treason. Suffice to say, they won't be needing their uniforms any more."

"But, Mitsuru-san," Chihiro asked, wasting no time to put on Shoji's shirt. "What about you? You can't possibly mean to move around while you're all, you know... naked?"

Mitsuru glanced down at her own body, completely and utterly bare, and back to the others, nervously averting their gazes. She was surprised to realize that the thought of covering herself with the borrowed uniform had never occurred to her. "Truth be told," Mitsuru began, starting to blush at being reminded of her predicament. "There is nothing I would rather be right now than fully dressed with everything back to normal. But I cannot do it in good conscience while leaving my close companions out in the cold." She looked at Odagiri and Fushimi, now decently covered up in a pair of pants and a shirt, respectively, and was pleased to see their confidence slowly being restored. "A true President puts the well-being of the people before her own. I could be covering up right now, but what would that solve? Right now all my efforts need to be focused on stopping this mad scheme. The time is now- 9:55!?" she sputtered, looking at the clock. "There's no time left! Quickly, to the PA Room," she announced, cutting her motivational speech short, throwing the door open and rushing out into the hall.

The hallway was empty, no doubt because everyone was already in the auditorium, meeting for the morning assembly. Not that it mattered to Mitsuru. She only had a scant few minutes to spare! With an emboldened Chihiro and Odagiri fast on her heels, she reached the PA Room and threw the door open.