Part Four

After class, Meika entered her room alone and set her things down on her bed with a sigh. Eimi had gone on ahead earlier to who knows where, and she had been too lazy to chase after the overly hyper girl who had run off jumping in every direction.

Honestly, sometimes Eimi was nothing more than a pain.

But Meika knew better than anyone that that was one of the reasons that it was so easy to blend in. "Deception and cons is a field that Eimi's exceptionally good at."

It was not a lie. In fact, their entire existence in the school was a con. Because Eimi got along with other people so easily, fooling those people into believing that the two number one criminals in the world were nothing but normal teenagers was an easy task for her.

After lying on the bed for a couple of minutes, Meika sighed and hopped to her feet, seating herself at her desk and pulling open her silver laptop to do some excess research. Sometime through surfing the web there was a click as the door to the bathroom in their decently large suite opened and Eimi, hair and body wrapped in bath towels, stepped out. She sighed.

"Whew, that feels good. Ah, Meika-chan! Sorry, I guess I ended up showering first." The girl wearing nothing but a bath towel pulled open the door to the mini fridge and took out a glass of water. Taking a sip, she came up behind the blond girl.

"It's fine," Meika said absently, making a layout of the classroom on the computer. "If it comes to it, I'll just Shadow Cast later."

Eimi laughed. "True enough. But it feels pretty good, so you should take one later."

"Un," Meika nodded and glanced up at Eimi, the computer screen showing a perfect blueprint of the classroom setup. "So?"

"Ah, hang on a minute," Eimi set down the glass and closed her eyes, concentrating. "Let me try to remember back to class today..."

Moving her finger slowly across the screen, Eimi listed off the name of every student in the class. "We were sitting here...Isa-kun and Ma-kun are up here while Akina-chan and Kyoko-chan sat here. Sense I stood here most of the time. Sitting in these places included the Ballroom Princess, the Serpent Spirit..."

As Eimi continued to map out the classroom setup, Meika plotted the names in their correct locations, once again amazed by the girl's photographic memory. Eimi remembered the details while Meika searched them up. By applying this to every suspicious situation, criminals were easily caught and...well, ended.

"That's all," Eimi said finally, coming out from her trance-like state of searching through her long pile of memories.

"Hm..." Meika frowned, pulling open a couple of tabs to search for the titles listed. "This could be really bad. There are a lot of famous titles here...as expected of Himeji High School."

"I wonder how difficult it would be to get past the watching eyes of these students..." Eimi mused.

"Then," Meika hit the enter key and spun around to face her friend. "What about we test?"

"Fuu fuu..." Eimi giggled. "That's a great idea, you know? So--who's going to die this time?"

Meika sighed. "Let's not go that extreme for the first day. Do a mild poison."

"Phooey," Eimi looked terribly disappointed. "That's too bad. What about blood--"

"Here," Meika interrupted by handing the girl a small pinprick. "Cast a Paralysis Cast on it and see if you can insert it into a teacher's chopsticks or something. Make sure it doesn't kill...though internal bleeding is acceptable."

Eimi laughed, plucking the pinprick from Meika's hands. "This'll be fun..."

She smiled mischievously.

"Ah, don't make the Cast so big that you have to Form Change," Meika instructed, turning back to her laptop.

"I won't, Meika-chan~~" Eimi grinned devilishly. She held the pinprick out in front of her and closed her eyes in concentration, a black aura of magic appearing at her feet.

Form Change was when one summoned their weapon incorporated into them and then with that power changed their look to match that of their title. It was mainly used for combat situations and Spells, though small Spells were still able to be used when the Change was not activated. But for normal people, they hardly ever did this since it used up so much energy. Eimi and Meika, however, had both been born with too much power for their own good, and thus Casting at any time was basically a cakewalk for them.

"Paralysis Cast:" Eimi said softly, focusing the magic to her hand. "Poison Change."

The silver tip of the pinprick flashed and was instantly coated with a poison that caused immense pain as well as internal bleeding. It was an extremely dangerous Cast that allowed one to change the substance coating the material they wielded.

Eimi went to place the pin in her pocket, but then she realized that she still hadn't changed. All she wore was a simple bath towel.

"Ahh....oops," she said sheepishly. "Guess I'd better change."

Moments after Eimi finished changing into her school uniform, the dinner bell rang. Eimi slipped the pinprick in her breastpocket and slipped on her shoes, turning to Meika. "It's dinner time! Are you hungry? Because I'm super hungry! When was the last time we had a decent meal?"

"When we killed a baker," Meika replied, shutting her laptop and standing up. "You ready, Eimi? Don't screw this up."

"Yes ma'am," Eimi teased, pulling open the door.

--At the same time. The door across from them opened, and Kyoko stood behind it.

"Ahh, Kyoko-chan!" Eimi beamed.

"Mihara-san?" Kyoko looked startled.

"Eimi is fine!"

"I didn't realize you were so close..." Kyoko glanced behind her and whistled. "You were right, Akina. Pretty amazing."

"U-Un." Behind her, Akina nodded. "I don't really know, I could just see it for some reason..."

Meika and Eimi shared a nervous look that neither Kyoko nor Akina caught on to. Then Eimi giggled. "As expected of the Future Miko...you're good, Akina-chan!"

"N-No..." Akina blushed. "Not really. Mama is much better..."

"Ahh!" Eimi exclaimed suddenly. "It's time for dinner! Let's hurry, Meika-chan! If we don't, we'll be late!"

Kyoko sighed. "She must be really hungry, huh?"

Eimi gave a mischievous smirk, the tip of her tongue running over her upper lip devilishly. "Yes, we can't be late for our preparations now, can we? Fuu fuu...this is going to be a very fun game indeed..."

The pin coated in deadly poison glittered in her pocket.