Wait it out

(Chapter originally by faith at writing.com)

The gorgeous red headed Mitsuru crouched pensively behind the bleachers, clothed in only a sheer black bra and panties. The time passed at a snail's pace, her fellow fencers seeming to want to practice forever. Mitsuru bit her lip. She was trying her best not to dwell on just how dire her situation had become. Fortunately, there were few ways indeed it could get any worse.

An announced bell rang overhead.

"This is Hidetoshi Odagiri, from the student council disciplinary committee. In the absence of our student council president, I have been asked to make a formal announcement to certain changes to our student code of conduct made this evening by a majority vote with one dissenting and a few absentees, myself included. I would, however, like to place my full support behind the measure as our head of discipline among the student body."

Mitsuru blinked. What in the world? Wasn't Hidetoshi out today?

"As our president noted at the beginning of the year, we student council members hold ourselves to the highest standards and hope to lead by example. Our dress code is an intrinsic part of that example."

Mitsuru's eyes widened. They wouldn't have, would they?

"Therefore, effective immediately, any student council member or head of faculty caught in attire inappropriate for the setting and office will be reprimanded in the harshest terms possible. An apology will be issued before the student body and the representatives of the Kirijo group, appropriate reprimands and disciplinary measures will be administered, and the perpetrator will be made to attend to school and business in only the attire he or she is found in at the time for a period to be determined by the Council and school board. While I admit such measures sound harsh, the student council has convinced me that rigorous enforcement of the dress code will encourage all our members to approach all of their duties with the utmost respect and seriousness. I encourage all our students and faculty to do likewise. Remember, success begins with appearance! Good day."

Mitsuru was trembling in terror and rage. Those backstabbing little....and to drag Hidetoshi away from his investigation and use him as the unaware figurehead of their little power play against her (surely as harsh as Hidetoshi could be he would never willingly ambush her like this if he knew the complete situation....but he could easily be talked into delivering the message if they omitted certain details and Chihiro was bullied into silence). When this was all over, she would execute every one of those smarmy little judas', slowly and painfully.

While Mitsuru consoled herself with such thoughts, a whistle was blown. Their instructor was calling an end to the match. At last! Now just wait a few moments and sneak in after the team had entered the lockers. Discovering her in there would be embarrassing, but she could concoct an excuse easily enough. Then get some spare clothes, and this nightmare would be over and she could return to the important business of cracking heads.

As the club dispersed, the coach hit a button on the wall. The bleachers began to slide back up against the gym wall on an automated track.

"Crap." Mitsuru whispered as her hiding space started to close in around her.

Fortunately for her, Mitsuru was extremely agile and flexible. Her body had been honed by years of training and pitched battles with Shadows. So she was able to manuever herself into a tight position cramped position and slip through the obstacle course of metal and wood even as it conspired to pin her against the back wall.

Unfortunately for her, just as she had squeezed her way out, the mechanism caught the edge of her bra AND her panties, pinching her garments against the wall. Try as she might, Mitsuru was unable to remove them. Worse still, they were caught in such a way that tearing them free would make them effectively useless for any purpose of modesty. Thus, she was trapped. She could wiggle free, and thus able to roam the halls with total impunity and utter nudity. Or she could stay there...clothed and trapped and almost certain to be seen by her teammates when they exited. The choice was to risk being caught completely naked out in the open and be subject to the sadistic whims of the council's new laws, or be guaranteed to be caught and face those sadistic whims with a modicum of dignity still intact as she would be allowed to attend school in her skimpy underwear. What would her choice be?