Story: It's Fate

 

The atmosphere in the room was tense, and Eito had no idea what to say or do. FATE, why did you have such a gap in instructions?! Eito didn't know what to do! These girls were all running roughshod over him. He didn't seem to have any say in what was happening at all!

Worse yet, Koemi was acting like the ringmaster at a circus - or perhaps an announcer at a boxing event? Uh... Actually, considering Yumako was here maybe a wrestling show would be more appropriate? Any minute now, the girls would launch into a promo talking up how great they would be on a date, and how they were going to spank the other girls...

Or no. Best not to let his imagination run too wild here. Eito might be panicking, but he was also keenly aware of how many boys would kill to be in his position right now!

"Ladies, and gentle-Eito!" Koemi began. She had even produced a hat. "Within this hat, there is a slip of paper with your name on it! Shortly, I shall draw out a name at random. You shall then proceed to Eito's room, and under my careful supervision, have a half hour date with him! The rest of you may not observe, nor interfere. Please keep a close eye on each other while a date is in progress to ensure no interference."

"Come on, pull my name first..." Yoko darkly grumbled, staring a hole into that hat. "Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko..." Goodness, wasn't she being competitive about this all of a sudden?

Either way, Koemi wiggled her fingers, showed the back of both sides of them, rolled up her sleeve as if she was a magician and then ducked her hand inside, rummaged around more than she should for five slips of paper... and then pulled one out with an overly dramatic flourish.

"Could you get this over with already?" Saito shook her head.

"And the winner is - Chise!"

"Oh gosh, I just got a vision of the future," Chise said, rising to her feet, and flicking back her hair. It was so... weird how girly she was being right now. She stepped up to him, and forcefully linked arms with him, which forced his forearm into her boobs. Her... mad science enhanced boobs. Don't think about how soft they are. Don't think about how big they are! "You'll be saying that again later on, as well!"

"Whoo! Yeah! That's the spirit!" Yumako clapped. She nudged Koken, and the quiet girl clapped, though much slower than Yumako. "Man, it's a shame we can't watch each other's dates, this is gonna be hella fun!"

Maybe for them, but Eito wasn't so sure. He was pretty sure, actually, that he was going to be having the opposite of fun by the end of this mess!

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The three of them vanished into Eito's room together under Saito's watchful eye, and the moment she heard the door closed, she turned to the others and whispered - "Okay, now the loser brigade has gone, we need to figure out a way to undermine that Chise bitch before she mad sciences her way to victory."

"Eh?" the meathead Yumako grunted. She leaned back and crossed her arms and - Oooh, damn, but that figure was so unfair! "You wanna team up to take her down? Why would I go along with that?"

"Relax, Saito!" Yoko shrugged. "We've got this in the bag... And at the very least, we'll both cream the quiet little shortstack there. Trembling away behind the big scary Yumako! I see you poking your head out, there! What's the matter, gonna cry?"

Oh yes. That shortstack cowering behind Yumako, peeking out at her betters in rightful terror. Saito didn't even register her as a threat. Then again, how could you? It would be like being afraid of a hamster or a bunny.

At the same time, think of it like this - Saito and Yoko might be enemies today, but they were still predators and Koken was prey. The purpose of prey was to be eaten alive by a predator, and their bullying instinct was kicking in right now. How dare this little runt think that she could oppose them! She needed to learn her place!

"Why don't you scurry off with your tail tucked between your legs?" Saito asked. "Go ahead, run off. It'll be less embarrassing for you in the long run."

"What's she going to do?" Yoko asked, fully indulging in her competitive streak. Yes, she got a bit psychotic when she was like this. "I bet she doesn't even like Eito half as much as I do! Hahaha, little shortstack, what are you going to do on this date? Sit there quietly and stare at him over the table? Bet you're no good at small talk - for that matter, can you even talk at -"

There was a blur of motion, and all of a sudden Yoko was being held in... some kind of grapple. Yumako had sort of appeared out of nowhere behind the other girl, trapping her leg, arm and head and sort of... twisting around her torso.

"How do you like an abdominal stretch?" Yumako asked. "Us swimmers gotta keep our abdominals strong, right?"

"Yiiiipe!" Yoko squealed. "Let go! Let go, you brute! Oooh, when I get out of this - ow, ow, ow!"

"Ain't you chicks taking this too seriously, anyhow?!" Yumako demanded.

"Too seriously?" Saito asked, keeping her distance from the girl to keep from being pulled in herself. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, what kinda psychos would agree to go on a dating contest with a boy they liked anyway?" she asked, continuing to stretch out Yoko and making her squeal like a stuck pig. "You'd have to be pretty bonkers, right. I mean, it would force the guy to go out with a bunch of other girls right about the same time as you, and that sounds like cheating, doesn't it? None of this is serious at all, it's just a fun little game we're playing!"

A fun little game they're playing...? Saito hadn't thought about it like that, but sure. Sure, it was just... a fun little game they were playing. She cracked her knuckles. She stared dead ahead, and then - 

"I mean, Eito's cute and everything, but he's super not my type~" Yumako sighed happily, staring up at the ceiling. "He's pretty fun to grapple with and hold onto, not to mention that he smells really good too... I wonder if he'll wanna wrestle during our date? I kinda hope so, I got a few new holds to try out on him, hehehehe..."

... Her words weren't matching what she'd said before at all. This girl absolutely had a major crush on that boy! That was somehow more scary than even Yoko's competitive nature! Goodness, what sort of contest had she managed to get herself involved in, here...?

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Up in Eito's room, he was quickly realising that he was currently alone in his bedroom with two girls he was close with. Once again, that sounds like a boy's dream. But in his life? It was stressful! Way too stressful! This whole mess couldn't get any -

"So how do I look?" Chise asked ,detaching from his arm and whirling around.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

"You look nice," Eito said, though the internal scream continued for another solid minute. No lie here. She did. That was kind of the problem. She looked... really, really good. It was hard to keep in mind that this was his ill tempered friend. "Very pretty."

And now she was turning bright red. "You know, you're very nervous for a boy about to date five girls in a row!" Chise said. She flopped down onto the edge of his bed and stared up at him, as if expecting something. "So? How are you going to endure four more dates after this?"

The internal screaming grew louder and louder .How did it turn out like this?! Why did a loser like him wind up with five very pretty girls all wanting to date him?! FATE. That's the answer - though why this was necessary to ensure Koemi won at the swim meet was beyond him! The girl herself was over there, studiously taking notes and avoiding eye contact, how was this meant to help her?!

Not even just this, but after all this? Kissing her as well at a particular time? How was any of that meant to -

"Hey, eyes off the judge, eyes on the girl you're meant to date!" Chise snapped her fingers to get his attention. "Honestly Eito, while we're meant to show you a good time, do remember - Dating is a two way thing. Okay?"

"W-Well, I was thinking I would just hand you the win anyway - "

"Denied!" Chise crossed her arms. "I want this fair and square! Got it? You're not throwing this my way unless I earned it, got it? I'm going to win this game, but I'm going to do it my way, buster, so don't get any big ideas!"

"Tsundere... level... is very high..." Koemi muttered while scribbling notes furiously. This got Chise staring at her now. "Hypocrisy level... rising..."

"Okay, Eito! So how have you been recently?!" Chise said a little too forcefully.

"Ah, well, of late a series of extremely unlikely events have been going on around me, and I suddenly seem to be drawing the attention of cute girls for reasons I don't understand!" Eito blurted out. Chise's eye twitched.

"Oh. right!" she said. "That is... Something... we do need to talk about. But maybe - Maybe not on a <i>date</i>, right? Ahem! So. Tell me about your hobbies and interests."

"Uh... You already know about those?" Eito replied. For some reason, Koemi was now writing so fast that Eito could swear that there was smoke coming from that notepad.

"Alright, what the hell are you even writing down there?" Chise barked. "Come on, let me see!"

"Nooo! No! That's a disqualification!" Koemi yelled, trying to keep out of Chise's reach. "Attacking the judge! Attacking the judge!"

"W-Wait a minute, hold on now!" Eito yelled, and not for the first time in his life, he put himself between the two of them to stop whatever argument they were having from getting too heated up. However... this time around he had forgotten something important. Namely, Chise's bust size. Her new and improved figure meant there was a lot more mass there than he was used to, and as such - 

Boing boing boing!

He got himself a chest full of <i>boing</i>. Ehhhhh! This was Chise, here! Chise! No, no, no! Panic took hold here, which in turn caused him to spin around and fall facefirst right into her cleavage, with her pinned to the floor and -

And he felt something... break. Something small. Something that had been tucked away in a concealed pocket on Chise's blouse. Then he smelled something strong and pungent and - 

"Uh oh..." Chise said, and that was never, ever a good thing to hear.