An alarm clock sounded from the nightstand beside the bed, showering the room in a obnoxious buzzing sound that reverberated off the walls. It was still four in the morning when the alarm rang, and of the girls in the room, two let out sleepy groans. Poor Melanie covered her head with her pillow in an attempt at blocking the shrill noise, and Lily shot a dark glare at the person who had set the alarm.
Rumi Testarossa, however, paid no attention to either of her roommates. The girl's hand shot to the bedside table and clicked off the clock, then she sleepily pawed at her table until her hand fell on her glasses. She shot straight up in bed as she slipped them over her nose, and let out a grin.
Rumi let out a yawn, and then twisted, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Once more her hand shot instinctively to the small nightstand, grabbing the pink beret that always adorned her head and plopping it down, despite her hair still being a bit tangled from sleep.
She would find time to correct her hair and look good before she left her room, but first she had a more pressing errand. The dream she had just experienced had given her the all important spark of inspiration, and as ideas bubbled through her mind, she needed her glasses, beret and drawing pad to insure the ideas were hastily scribbled down before sleep deprivation could force them away.
For a third and presumed final time, Rumi's hand moved without looking to her nightstand. She felt around for a moment in a search for her pencil and pad. Yet as her fingers fumbled across the bedside table, she felt only the solid oak, the alarm clock's cord and a magazine.
Somewhere in the back of Rumi's still sleepy brain, she realized something was not quite right. It took a fraction of a second longer than it should have for reality to sink in... the ever-important pad and pencil that she had with her at all times were not where they should be.
When that revelation dawned on Rumi, she spun around and looked at the table, her eyes suddenly a bit wider behind her glasses and a quizzical expression on her face. How could it be that her pad and pencil had disappeared? It made no sense, any way she approached the issue.
She hopped out of bed completely and checked beneath her magazine, and then she picked up the lamp and checked under it. She opened the drawer of the nightstand and ruffled through its contents; but neither pad nor pencil could be found within. A growing panic was rising in Rumi's chest as she dropped to her knees and checked beneath her bed. She tossed her shoes aside, and shimmied underneath of her bed, being sure to check every inch of the darkness beneath her bed.
"What, what, whaaaaat!?" Rumi popped back out from under the bed, a dust bunny clinging to the left lens of her glasses. At the moment, she had more pressing matters as she scrambled back to her feet and began scanning the room. It made no sense that her pad and pencil would vanish on her. Melanie and Lily both knew better than to take Rumi's things.
Everyone in Kubo knew better than to take Rumi's things. She had a reputation at the school as the girl who knew a little about everything, and a lot about everyone. Secrets and information were her specialty, and even students physically stronger than her or more advanced in their studies had a fear of the green student because of her vast network of information.
"This can't be!" Rumi looked deeply concerned. For her pad and pencil to disappear, someone would have had to get into her dorm while she was sleeping, and get beside her bed to steal the items from her nightstand. That kind of invasion of privacy was something Rumi was supposed to do to others; not have done to her!
A little more than an hour later, as the clocks were approaching five fifteen in the morning, Rumi Testarossa was meeting in one of the empty classrooms with two of her fellow green students. The girl was sitting at the teacher's desk, having donned her uniform prior to tracking down the two who had been drafted to help her find her missing pad and pencil.
The first was a still-sleepy boy with dark skin and no voice. His name was Paul, and his eyes seemed eternally droopy as he sat in one of the chairs in the front row, waiting for Rumi to explain this early-morning mission. The boy did not mind being dragged out of bed this early, but on the entire walk down to the empty classroom, Rumi had been silent and he was starting to miss the warm blankets of his bed.
The second was a boy with brown hair and a extremely long red tie he always wore with his uniform. He looked less sleepy than Paul, but he had an annoyed expression plastered on his face. Aderu Mitsurugi was a transfer student from Ohba Academy. His original purpose for coming to Kubo had been to defeat Rumi, but after an incident with a local bully, Aderu had befriended the girl instead.
Of course, while both boys would have rather been in bed, they would not say that to Rumi for three reasons. The first was the obvious Rumi Testarossa was not someone you said 'no' too. Her vast array of information and the sinister way she could use it made her far too dangerous to deny. The second was a bit more personal; both knew that hanging out with Rumi was usually a lot of fun and lead to strange (but exciting) happenings.
The third was more personal still; both boys had developed crushes on the beret-wearing girl, and it was a time-tested fact of life that a boy will go to great lengths (and make fools out of themselves) for the girl he wants to date. Especially when they were teenagers.
"... My pad and pencil were stolen from beside my bed." Rumi finally informed them, her arms crossed and her index finger tapping repeatedly on her arm. It was clear that this crime had Rumi upset, and that a cruel fate was in store for the perpetrator when they were found and Rumi WOULD find them.
Had it been anyone but Rumi, Paul and Aderu likely would have been deeply annoyed at the news they were dragged out of bed at this hour to hunt down a missing pencil and pad. Yet both knew Rumi, and both knew that pad meant more to her than just some sketches.
For Rumi Testarossa had a special ability. She was a Shinigami, and one of her powers was the amazing ability to bring the things she drew to life. She had been known to draw up living clones of herself, to create giant atomic lizards, and to cause all sorts of shenanigans with that pad. Her sketches were important to her, and the idea of losing a pad was something she could not fathom.
"... I see." Aderu stated, his arms still crossed. "Do you know of anyone who might have wanted to steal your pad?"
Although Aderu was quickly learning much about Kubo Academy and its residents, thanks in part to his friendship with Rumi, he was still the 'new guy' at school, and still had a lot to learn about the inner workings of Kubo and the complicated social network of students.
Rumi tapped her chin for a moment and nodded. "Oh, you know, the usual crowd of miscreants and annoyances! Hmm... though maybe YOU don't know. It could have been Jade, or Sire, or Ryan, or any of those obnoxious types who I don't put up with."
Paul held up his hands, quickly signing something. Aderu had still yet to learn sign language, but he had been making attempts to do so. Luckily, Rumi understood Paul easily and she shook her head.
"No, I checked. It's not a prank... my roommates know better, and I made sure to ask them before I came for you two. This had to be THEFT! We need to find my pad and pencil as soon as possible..."
Suddenly a look of determination seemed to be burned onto Rumi's face. "Let's split up and search all the likely suspect's rooms! If someone has my pencil and pad, I want it found before the first bell in the morning..."
The two boys nodded in agreement, and the three headed out of the door to search the school for any sign of Rumi's stolen property.
Not long after splitting up, Paul was using all of his sneaking skills to slip into the room of Kubo's most famous prankster. The mute knew that Rumi did not suspect a prank, but Paul had to rule out the possibility that Kubo's most infamous prankster might have set his sights on Rumi.
While most everyone in the school would steer clear of the dangers of poking the sleeping bear that was Rumi; Paul knew well that Lavan K. Razy was so insane that nothing was too crazy for him. Paul just hopped that if the bizarre redhead was behind the theft of the pad and pencil, he had not given in to his basic urges and burnt them to ash.
As Paul crept into the room, he stepped on something in the middle of the floor and his heart jumped into his throat. Looking down, he let out an enormous sigh of relief when he saw it was just an old sock left lying in the middle of the room.
Paul was immensely relieved. He knew Lavan was the sort of guy who could bobby trap his room, and the youth had not relished the idea of setting off one of those traps. There were all sorts of rumors flying around about explosive piano wire and high grade plutonium burns.
The wave of relief that washed over him was eclipsed... by the vortex of flames that sprang up from the sock!
While Paul was having an eyebrow-singing experience sneaking into Lavan's room, Aderu was in a different dormitory entirely. The former Obha student had experience going into dangerous and disgusting places, which is why he was brave enough to willing enter the bedroom belonging to Sire.
Aderu had already gotten on Sire's bad side on his first day, when he had fought with the insane boy. In the past few weeks, he had learned a lot about Sire's reputation, and Aderu believed the boy could have given Ohba a run for its money on craziness. Still... Mitsurugi was willing to sneak in.
He had just finished picking the lock, and he slowly pushed the door open. As he cautiously poked his head into the room to see if Sire was awake, he was treated to a truly horrible sight.
"Bah!" Aderu cried out instinctively.
"Ohhh yeee... wait, did you say 'bah'?"
"Ugh Sire I've told you not to talk when we're... OH WHAT THE HECK!?"
Aderu ran away from the dormitory as quickly as he could, his eyes burning from the disturbing scene he had taken in. He did not know if he was being chased, but he assumed he had a few minutes to gain a head start. He also knew that he would never look at a bowtie the same way again.
While Rumi was disturbed by the prospect of her stolen pencil and pad, she had decided to use the investigation as an opportunity to check in on something. The girl quietly let herself into the dorm of one of her very best friends and looked around the room.
"Hmmm... you don't have any grudge against me, so I can't imagine why you'd do it." Rumi whispered to herself as she cast a glance over to Amelie's bed. The girl was hanging halfway off her bed, with one arm on the floor and her hair in her face. She seemed to be actively moving in her sleep, and every now and then she muttered something about 'I will defeat you dragon!'. In her arm was a small stuffed knight toy.
Rumi shook her head with a small smile, knowing that Amelie was innocent. She then looked over to the second bed in the room, which was decorated with various cheese plush toys. If there was anyone Rumi knew was innocent, it was Sayuri, who she doubted could come up with a more complicated plan than calling someone a dairy hater.
Yet Rumi had not come to investigate the two of them. She instead looked over to the third bed, where a young Indian girl was soundly asleep, with a somewhat frightened look on her face. Rumi instantly scowled at the sight somehow, even in her dreams, Sarai looked too timid!
"What am I going to do with you, girl?" Rumi questioned, approaching the edge of Sarai's bed. Rumi had pressing matters to attend to, but before she left, she wrenched open Sarai's desk drawer and grabbed a black marker.
"Hehehe..." Rumi carefully scribbled a quick doodle onto Sarai's pillow. How she managed to do so without waking Sarai up was one of her many closely guarded secrets. Satisfied by the drawing, Rumi quickly hopped out of the room so that her amused chuckle would not awaken one of the girls.
The hastily scribbled drawing of Connor's face just smiled at the sight of Sarai, sleeping a few inches away and amazingly, the look of concern and uneasy on Sarai's sleeping face slowly turned into a calmed expression.
Paul's eyebrows had been a small price to pay for helping a friend (especially one had like-liked), and he was willing to continue making dangerous decisions. He slowly crept towards another dorm, still operating on the theory that the whole thing might have been a prank. He knew of two people who were as brazen (or as stupid) as Lavan, and he wanted to make sure he checked on them both, just to be safe, which is why Paul was now using a spell to magically open the door to one of the few private dorms at Kubo.
Most students had between two and three roommates; but a few select students had their own private quarters. One such student was the son of Makai's President and ruler; Musashi. The boy was not as active with pranks as Lavan or Cess, but he was known to get into trouble whenever he was bored.
Paul stealthily crept into Musashi's room, and from the sound of the snoring, he knew that the boy was completely unconscious. Paul found an obstacle, though, in the several piles of dirty clothes, food wrappers and other assorted mess that comprised Musashi's floor.
The boy was as messy as anyone could be. Paul mentally complained as he climbed carefully past a pile consisting of fortune cookies, boxer shorts and at least seven katanas. Just as Paul was wondering why Musashi did not bring one of his dad's maids to tidy up his room, the boy spotted something that made his always wordless jaw drop.
A small, square pad sitting on the bedside of Musashi. The dark skinned teen grinned and moved as quickly as he dared to the nightstand. He snatched up the pad and flipped it open, looking for the telltale doodles that would prove it belonged to Rumi.
Yet his excited face fell as he saw the pages were full of doodles, but ones that were far too crude to belong to Rumi. These doodles were mostly stick figures, and large letters scrawled all over the page in every configuration except on the lines. From what Paul could tell, Musashi repeatedly wrote the names of Shiori and Sayuri in the pad and then drew a crude doodle of himself smashing his head into a wall.
Paul did not quite know what to make of it, but decided he might as well tell Rumi about it some other time. Just as he slipped the pad back onto Musashi's nightstand, however, he was tackled to the floor and had a very sharp katana pressed to his throat.
"Whutcha doin' in my room!?" A sleepy Musashi mumbled, his left eye completely shut and his right eye only halfway open. Paul came to the immediate conclusion that Musashi must sleep with a sword under his pillow, which was as confusing as it was awesome.
Paul hastily signed an answer. Unfortunately, with Musashi's eyes barely open, he could not see it.
"Huh? What's with your hands... are you some kind of spaz?" Musashi blinked a few times, until he recognized Paul. "Oh.... wait... I know you. Paul, right?"
Musashi slipped his sword away which consisted of tossed it onto the previous pile in his floor and then rubbed his eyes as he attempted to wake up. "Um... why are you in my room, dude?"
Paul waited for Musashi to take his hands away from his eyes before he signed up an answer, explaining all about Rumi's missing pad and pencil and his and Aderu's attempts to track down anyone who might have taken it.
For his part, Musashi tried his best to keep up with Paul's sign language, but was too sleepy to fully grasp everything Paul was telling him. The boy nodded once, and then let out an enormous yawn.
"Ooooooh... well... can't help ya... goodnight." Musashi curled up, laying his head on the pile in his floor and passing out once more.
A large bead of sweat rolled down Paul's neck, and he used a spell to lift Musashi back into his actual bed, since he had the suspicion that leaving the president's son asleep atop a pile of swords, underpants and old Chinese food would probably be a bad idea.
After Aderu had seen a shocking scene involving a bowtie, peanut butter and a VHS copy of the infamously bad movie 'Joe Dead'; he had decided to hide in the ceiling tunnels of Kubo Academy so as to escape the wrath of Sire and Jade as they chased him through the halls.
Once in the ceiling, Aderu quickly realized that he was in one of Cess' many paths through the school that stretched through the ventilation, the attic and just random crawl spaces. Recalling Paul's prank theory, the boy decided to check on Cess while he hid, so that his time would not feel wasted.
The fiery headed boy with the necktie crawled along on his knees through the catacomb like paths of the ceiling. He could easily tell why Cess chose to spend so much time in the maze-like pathways; it made getting around simple, and one could easily spy on the rest of the school.
Mitsurugi had a sneaky suspicion that Rumi had employed Cess in the past to gather dirt on certain individuals. He edged along on the pathway, keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of Cess, or more importantly, a sign of Rumi's missing pad and pencil.
As he crawled along, movement caught in the corner of his eye. He looked up, but Aderu saw nothing. Just as he began to crawl once more, from out of nowhere he suddenly found himself face to face with Cess!
Aderu jumped back a bit bumping his head on the ceiling of the tunnel through the roof. The boy grumbled and Cess flashed a rather large grin.
"So what brings you up here?" Cess asked in a delighted tone. He seemed highly amused by the overly-serious redhead crawling his way into the 'Tunnels of Cess', as the school knew them.
Aderu crossed his arms. "Feh. I'm doing a favor for Rumi... but I might have run afoul of Jade and Sire."
This only served to delight Cess further, as he rubbed his hands gleefully together. "Oh? Well, do tell! Nothing better than getting back at the undisputed king and queen of all things morally wrong."
It was at this point Mitsurugi shuddered, a horribly cold chill running the length of his spine. "I'm afraid I didn't really do anything to them... I just walked in on them... while they were together."
"Ew, squicky." Cess winced, shaking his head as if trying to keep the mental images at bay.
Aderu's shudder grew for a moment, before he recalled the reason he was doing all of this. Rumi needed his help, and the girl intrigued him in multiple ways, so the boy was willing to endure whatever terrors he would have to withstand.
"Anyway, as I stated, I'm doing a favor for Rumi... I don't suppose you know who stole her pad and pencil, do you?" Aderu raised a brow.
Cess paused, blinking twice. The incredibly pale boy let out a sly grin as he leaned back, his arms slowly crossing in front of him. "... Are you implying something?"
Narrowing his eyes, Aderu raised his right hand to his mouth. He cleared his throat quickly, and then locked eyes with Cess. "I'm merely asking if you have any information. Though, when you mention it... you're famous for getting to places others can't without being seen, and you're known for your pranks. Not quite on the same level as Lavan, though... but pulling a prank on the famed Rumi Testarossa could propel your prank legend above Lavan's!"
Aderu had followed the logical path and arrived at a conclusion that made some sense. Yet even as he said it, he somehow doubted it would be that simple.
Cess chuckled to himself and then offered a sad shrug. "Well now when you put it THAT way... I wish I had; but I'm clean. I can find more exciting ways to beat Lavan in the prank war, without resorting to stealing from someone on the sidelines."
Then, the dead human grinned and leaned forward, a sheepish expression bubbling in his eyes. "Though... I might have a lead for you; but if it pans out, I'll want Rumi's help with the prank war!"
The soft sound of snoring was suddenly shattered with a small shriek!
"Wuuuah!" Connor tumbled out of his bed, landing on the floor with a thud. The boy's eyes were as wide as coconuts as he stared up at his bed with a shocked expression. His mouth and vocal cords attempted to form words, but all that came out was a random sound that vaguely resembled the nonsense words Lady Gaga makes up.
"Oops. Did I wake you up?" Rumi was sitting on Connor's bed, grinning like a mad woman. She had a black sharpie in her hand and had been scribbling Sarai's face onto the headboard of Connor's bed when she had leaned a little too close to the sleeping boy.
When she brushed against his face, Connor had awoken to find a girl in his bed. Granted Rumi was fully dressed, it was still too much of a shock for the poor boy, who promptly jumped out of bed like a rocket flying towards the moon.
"R-Rumi? Why are you in my bed!?" Connor seemed a bit panicked.
Rumi paused for a moment, staring at him, and then she suddenly laughed very loudly (likely awakening Connor's roommates). She poked a finger behind her glasses and wiped away a tear produced from the hearty laugh.
"Sorry Connor! I didn't mean to freak you out. I just thought since I doodled your face in Sarai's bed, I should put her face in your bed." Rumi explained; though this explanation did not make any sense to the still sleepy Connor.
"... Why were you in Sarai's bed?" Was all Connor's heavily exploded brain could muster out of his mouth.
Rumi laughed once more, but as she opened her mouth to respond, the door to Connor's bedroom opened. Paul hopped in, which immediately stole Rumi's attention away from the freaked-out sleepy boy on the floor.
"Find it?" Rumi asked hopeful, her eyes a bit wider than usual beneath her glasses.
Paul shook his head and held up his hands. "Sorry, no luck... but I did dig up some juicy info on Musashi you can use if he ever bothers you, or if you're just bored." The boy signed away to Rumi.
A sly grin crossed Rumi's face. It might not have been as good as handing her back the pad and pencil, but having a little extra dirt on one of her fellow classmates was always a good thing; and they still had time before the bell. Once more, Rumi opened her mouth to say something, but before the words could leave her throat, Aderu came running into the room.
"Oooh, everyone knew where to find me." Rumi chuckled.
"... Rumi, I really appreicate your help with Sarai and all, but can you not throw a party in my room at five thirty in the morning?" Connor whimpered, rubbing his eyes.
Mitsurugi looked as if he felt bad at intruding on the boys sleep, but he had to convey his news to Rumi first, and could not worry about disrupting Connor's final few hours of sleep.
"I may have a lead. I spoke to Cess, and he claims that there's been some unusual activity in the basement lately. He thinks someone has been stealing from several students and taking the items to an old, sealed-off room in the basement. He's not positive your belongings are there, but it is a possibility."
"Hmmmmm..." Rumi rubbed her chin, pretending not to be impressed. Both Paul and Aderu had brought her useful information; but her first priority was finding the missing pad and pencil. So she grinned and jumped off from Connor's bed, landing between the two boys. "Alright, then let's go check it out!"
Kubo Academy's basement was nothing like the attic and ceiling paths. The attic was a relatively harmless place, aside from some of Cess' traps and the occasional rat. The basement on the other hand was famously full of dangerous monsters and vicious beats and was off limits to students.
The Magical Creatures Teacher, Ash, had long since taken to storing some of his more vicious beasts in the basement. A warning was given to all students, and in a rare twist, most students obeyed. Mainly because Ash claimed some of the monsters were strong enough that only Blue Students would stand any chance.
That was all common knowledge but Rumi, Paul and Aderu braved the basement anyway, slipping down the forbidden tunnels into the old stone path beneath Kubo. The three walked carefully, and quietly, but Rumi was ushering them to move as quickly as possible.
"We don't have much time till class starts. People will be waking up soon! It would really be better to get my pencil and pad back now." Rumi reminded them, her voice still friendly, but with a hint to it that stressed the importance of the situation.
"We will certainly do our best." Aderu promised. Paul eagerly nodded in agreement.
As the group trudged on forward, they came to a large stone wall. Rumi raised an eyebrow, and Aderu planted an annoyed look on his face. Paul calmly stepped forward to the wall and placed both of his palms on it, then he closed his eyes and focused. A rune appeared above his head, and then he turned to the others with a smile and signed rapidly.
"Uh huh... okay... I see! So it's a maze... and there's something BIG lurking in it." Rumi related Paul's sign language aloud, partially for Aderu's benefit, and partially to make sure she had got it right. The nod from Paul confirmed it, and Rumi turned and leaned against the wall so she could face both boys as she pondered.
"Hmmmmmm...." Rumi's mind was quickly searching for the ideal respond to this new challenge. A giant monster lurking in a maze was certainly the last thing she had expected, and without her drawing pad, her main means of defending herself was taken away. Worst still, gossip and rumors did not usually do much to a big monster that lived beneath a school.
"We can handle it, Rumi." Aderu suddenly interrupted her thinking, stepping forward and clenching his fist. "Something was stolen from a friend. No matter what the challenge, I have to do everything I can. It's just my style."
Paul nodded and looked to Rumi, signing once more. "Besides, we've come so far and done so much already. Turning back now would be a waste of everything! We go for all or nothing."
Adjusting her glasses for a moment, Rumi flashed a grin to both boys. "Okay then!"
With that simple statement, she looked to the outer wall of the maze. It appeared to be solid, with no way to enter the deeper maze. She looked to the two, placing a hand on her hip. "So? What are you waiting for! Paul, you can locate the center of the maze with your spells, right?"
Paul nodded in confirmation.
"And Aderu, you can knock a hole in this wall, can't you?" Rumi asked him in an almost daring manner.
Aderu decided that instead of answering with words he would use his fists. He held one fist above his head, and suddenly flames erupted out of his knuckles. He jumped at the wall and punched it repeatedly with both his flaming and regular fists. In a matter of moments, the wall cracked and then split open!
"Nice job! Okay Paul, lead the way! And Aderu, if you see that monster pretend its a brick wall and whack it!" Rumi delivered orders to the two, and the boys both obeyed. Paul jumped forward to take the lead, using his location spell to get a precise position on the pencil and pad Rumi sought.
Rumi followed after Paul, happily strolling behind the boy, confident that the return of her precious drawing pad was imminent. Aderu brought up the rear, as cautious as ever from his time at Ohba. The trio moved forward in this fashion, bypassing large walls and finding hidden pathways through the maze.
It took them nearly thirty minutes, and Rumi was almost certain they would miss their first class at this point; but the trio finally reached the dead center of the maze. What they found when they arrived shocked all three.
In the middle of the maze was a bevy of treasured that had been stolen from many students. A teddy bear likely lifted from one of the red students, a little black book with Ryan's name in the inner cover and one of Musashi's many katanas. There was a lighter with the initials L.K.R. Embossed on the side, and a pair of Shiori's shoes.
Laying atop the small pile of junk and personal treasures was a small drawing pad and a pencil. Rumi grinned and ran forward, happy to finally see the pad she had searched for since her early morning wake up. Yet as she reached out for it, a loud roar sounded and the maze shook.
"Rumi!" Aderu called out, and Paul wordlessly shouted the same out of reflex. Rumi gasped and had to jump away from the treasured; on the opposite side of the center chamber a massive hulking beast stumbled forward. The head and legs were that of a bull, but its chest and arms belonged to a man.
A Minotaur! The massive greek beast let loose an low growl as it brandished a mighty ax, raising the blade above its head. Paul pulled Rumi back as the ax smashed into the ground, and Aderu leaped forward and delivered a flaming punch to the Minotaur's hair hoofed leg.
The Minotaur kicked its leg, sending Aderu flying across the room and into a wall. The boy gasped out in pain; while he prided himself on being tough, he was no match for this beast. It was far stronger than any green student.
Paul ran forward, quickly summoning up a powerful spell but before he could even unleash it, the Minotaur slammed his ax into the ground just beside Paul and the impact knocked him down, causing him to hit his head.
The massive beast started lumbering towards Rumi, who looked on shocked. She knew that a simple sketch of Mecha King Ghidorah would be able to tear this Minotaur into shreds with lightning breath but her precious pad and pencil were too far away.
The Minotaur raised its massive ax; but suddenly something streaked by and the Minotaur's arm was suddenly bleeding. It dropped the ax on the ground and clutched its wounded arm. Less than a split second later, the Minotaur's hindquarters were suddenly engulfed in flames, leading to the monster's further shouts and screams.
Cess stepped out of the shadows on Rumi's left; and Lavan sauntered out on her right. The two exchanged a high-five, both grinning like the maniacs they were.
"You should be more careful Rumi. You're without a doubt something special and your friends are skilled but the monsters in this basement are a problem even for most Blue students you know."
Stepping out from behind the Minotaur was the tall woman with a black ponytail. She held a ice pick in her right hand, and pushed a pair of sunglasses over her eyes with the right. The Minotaur roared at the brazen woman who had gotten so close to it, but she merely looked up at the beast and spoke in a monotone.
"You are already dead." Nanami stated matter of factly. The Minotaur started to roar but suddenly the beast let out a horrible squeal and its head plopped off; the result of ice pick injuries.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayumn woman! You couldn't have let Cess and I play some more!?" Lavan complained at his girlfriend with large puppy dog eyes.
Rumi, however, was not paying attention to the three blue students who had arrived just in time. She bounded over to the pile of stolen goods and finally reunited with her pad and pencil. After a quick inspection of it, she started to scribble furiously.
A moment later, she had produced stretchers for both Paul and Aderu, and she had even created clones of the boys to carry them off to the nurse's office.
"Thanks you two! I appreciate all your help! And now... where was I when I woke up...? Oh yeah!"
Rumi finally flipped to a blank page in her drawing pad and began to scrawl down the contents of her dream, which seemed like so long ago.