A Rogue and A Royal

The Death of A Bastard

"Who? Why? How? How much am I being paid?" Goth asked. She stopped eating the corpse and looks at Lemon, who was somewhat nauseous.

"Cherry Peterson, she's the leader of the Light Music Club. I want her dead because she abuses all of us. She's pushing my sister to the edge, and I'm sick of watching helplessly. I don't care how you do it. Just don't get me in trouble and don't get caught. She has a lot of money on her at all times, so that should be enough. I'll also let you join the band if you want, AND the occult club members will let you join! So, are you taking the job?" Lemon asked.  Goth looks at them, somewhat amused.

"Do you seriously think that I'll take a job to get into some silly little club? Because your goddamn right! I'll do it! Consider Cherry dead!" Goth chirped. Lemon and the other occultist's smile. 

"Score! Thanks for your help!" Lemon cheered. 

"No problem. I'll take my payment now." Goth replied. The girl who answered the door put a black choker on Goth. The choker had a silver crescent moon charm that shined in the light. 

"As Ketsueki Akuma, the leader of the Occult Club, with this choker, I pronounce you as one of us. Welcome to the club, listener." Ketsueki mutters. 

"It is a pleasure, Ms. Akuma." Goth quietly answered. 

"No need to be formal, just call me Ketsueki!" She chirped. 

"Alright then, my apologies, Ketsueki. But since formality isn't necessary, you can call me Goth." She replied. "Now then, The Silencer and I have work to do. I'll meet you all back here when the job is done. It should be complete by the end of the day." She walks out of the room into the hall, and Gala hastily follows. 

"Are you sure you can do that so soon?" Gala asked silently. 

"I killed the Eastern Emperor a few hours after I received the contract! A schoolgirl won't be an issue!" Goth whispered to Gala. Gala looked shocked. 

"YOU did that?! That castle is more secure than your palace?!" Gala whispers back.

"My place is more secure because I know exactly how thieves and assassins would break-in. It's reverse engineering love." Goth whispered in more of a hushed tone. Gala blushed slightly. (Goth wasn't even British, yet she's calling Gala love. But then again, she looks like the type of person who'd do that.) 

"L-love? Where are you getting all of these nicknames?" Gala asked quietly. 

"Oh, I just think of them as I go, cutie," Goth whispered. Gala blushed again, and Goth giggled. The late bell rings loudly. Goth covered her ears and flinched. 

"What is that?! Make it stop?!" Goth winced. She was shaking. Gala looks at her. She then hugs Goth, calming her down slightly. 

"That's just the late bell. There's no need to panic. It won't hurt you," Gala whispered to Goth calmly. Goth looked up at her. She was much calmer now. Gala stops hugging her, then holds her hand, and walks down the hall with her. Goth looked at her, somewhat infatuated. 

They walked into homeroom, and the teacher looks at them as they entered. The seats were full of students who stared at them. Goth looked nervous and held Gala's hand much tighter. 

"Perfect timing! Everyone meet the new student!" the teacher chirped. The students stare at Goth some more, making Goth much more nervous. She kept looking at the floor, hoping that the staring would stop. "Please, step up to the front of the class and introduce yourself!" Goth looked up at the teacher with fear in her eyes. 

"It's going to be fine, I promise. Just pretend they're all potatoes, trust me, it helps." Gala whispered in Goth's ear. Gala pried her hand free from Goth's tight grip. Then she sits in a seat in the back. The teacher looks at Goth. Goth took a deep breath and stood in front of the class. She puts her hands in her pockets to hide their twitching.