The Grand Couturier

 Oh my… What a very loud boy. Just who was he? The President did not recognize him from anywhere. Then again, Honnouji Academy did have a vast amount of students within its domain so it was incredibly easy for her not to know everyone’s exact face by utter memory.  Regardless of his…vigorous energy, Mio Hanami remained perfectly polite and poise, per the norm of her ladylike nature.

♦- I’m Shinjiro Nagita of the Newspaper Club and I’m in a big hurry, miss! -♦

The self-proclaimed newspaper boy wheezed, as if already out of breath from merely speaking. Almost comically, he pointed at her accusingly, as if he held a position of authority here,

♦- And who exactly are you, miss? -♦

“Well look who showed up, the damn clown. The only exhibit I’m headin’ t’ is the one where folks are laughin’ at a blonde harlot gettin’ her ass kicked if she doesn’t know better and head out now,” he threatens. The grand courtier showing her face was never a good thing…But this time around, Nui showed herself to the monkey first…Her last mistake. There’s no way he’d allow for the grand courtier to pass him and reach Lady Satsuki. 

Ah, insults, a weapon that pierced the air and stabbed those less skilled in deflecting them. Of course, Nui had built up a thick hide with both her ego and the occasional “psychotic bitch”. Nothing could penetrate such a mental defense in this repulsive oratory arena! 

Hell, it would take at least a novel’s worth of insults to-...

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Harlot?

What was this uneducated Northern Kanto hick talking about? This IDIOT has the audicity to call her,

THE GRAND COUTURIER OF REVOCS CORPORATION, a

H A R L OT !?

Apparently, it was the little things in life that can ruin a perfectly good day. She silently seethed under the throwaway insult, only coming out of her mental grumbling to hear his last few words. Too late did she realize that the grin she walked in with had fallen into a slight frown.

She quickly composed herself, letting out a huff before readorning her smile,

♥~ Last words?  What a silly joke!  All I’m doing is going to celebrate Lady Satsuki’s birthday!  Can’t a pretty girl pass through without having to humiliatingly defeat a stupid farmboy? ~♥ 

Lies, of course. It was not Satsuki’s birthday. In fact it was nowhere near that day, not that it really mattered; Satsuki didn’t seem the sort to throw parties and dine on a birthday cake.