It was exactly 11:00 A.M. in Saitama when the famous model, Lola Takahashi, left her apartment complex to head down to the modeling agency. Same as everyday, with no change, save unless it was some special occasion. No big deal.
...Of course, the model in an effort to have dozens of flashing cameras on her, failed to take note of her surroundings. For the past several days, someone had been watching her, taking note of her routine. They had done this for the past several days until it was the day of Christmas. As the model departed once more to the modeling agency, the strange observer finally made their move.
Walking up to the front desk of the apartment, the stranger slipped the man behind the desk counter an envelope. Raising an eyebrow, the man opened the envelope. His eyes grew wide as inside the white folded paper were over 100 neatly stacked dollar bills. Looking at the stranger once more, the man looked as they slid a note to them. Picking it up, the man read it and their eyes grew wide as it contained only five words, but the message was clear:
'The key to the penthouse'
The desk assistant and stranger stared at each other for up to 15 seconds before the man wordlessly dropped both a hard key and a keycard into the stranger's hand. With a nod, the stranger walked towards the elevator and swiped the card, sending them to the very top floor. Upon reaching the only apartment available, the stranger unlocked the front entrance and took in the apart of the supermodel, Lola Takahashi.
The whole place made the stranger sick. They could smell sex, alcohol, used toiletries, and above all, desperation. Ugh, they needed to hurry and do what they came to do so they could hurry up and leave this place. Shaking their head, the stranger placed the large black duffel bag they had brought with them down on the ground and opened it up, pulling out various tools. It was time to get to work.
At long last, the stranger was done. To the untrained eye, it looked like nothing at all was done. The apartment was pretty much in the same way it was when the stranger walked in. Of course, that was only if you weren't a master saboteur, which the stranger was. That was why they were hired, after all. Smirking behind their mask, the stranger gathered up their tools and locked the door behind the apartment. They then returned down to the first floor, and walked up to the desk. Dropping the key and card down on the desk, the stranger wordlessly exited the apartment complex.
Making their way out, the stranger pulled out their cell phone, opened up their text messages and typed a message to an unknown number. The message was short and sweet:
'Job is done. Expect results soon.'
With that, the stranger disappeared out of Saitama, their work complete.
Several more hours later...
The figure of Lola Takahashi was busy running home from the nightclub she was previously in, in a panic. Why is that, you ask? Well...
It may or may not have had something to do with the fact that her hair was currently itching like crazy due to the fact that she had somehow or other come down with a bad case of head lice.
It could have been due to the fact that her face was suddenly breaking out like crazy, coming down zits and pimples galore.
Or, it could have been the fact that dozens of people were laughing at her and she had to get home before her reputation worsened. It could have been all of those things and more. Whose to say, really?
As the model finally made it home, she thought her problems were finally over. However...
As she opened the door to her apartment...
A huge explosion went off that sent the model tumbling back. When she had finally regained her bearings, she found her entire living room and most of her kitchen filled with glitter, as well as a noxious foul odor. The model looked around in shock as her entire apartment was absolutely ruined!
Who the hell could have been responsible for this? This was supposed to be Christmas day! A day where she was supposed to have fun and celebrating! Instead, her entire evening had been absolutely ruined!
The itching in her hair reminded her of the pain she was currently in and she quickly ran to her bathroom, ignoring the mess in her apartment for now. As she turned on the light, she looked at the large mirror in her bathroom and stopped in shock as there was a message on it, which finally brought to her attention who was responsible for all this...
In her bedroom of Eagle's Nest, Evelyn was busy sipping a martini through a fancy straw, a smile on her face. She didn't know why, but she felt pretty good about today as a dark smile made it way to her face.
"Alexa, play 'Gives You Hell' by All-American Rejects."
"Sure. Playing 'Gives You Hell' by All-American Rejects on Apple Music."
Obeying the command, the A.I. began playing the song on her device as Evelyn continued smiling, humming the lyrics to the song.
The model was busy staring at the message on her bathroom window. What was the message, you ask? It was simple, containing only six words, yet the message, itself, was clear:
'DON'T FUCK WITH A CALIFORNIA BITCH'
"So... you want my help to get Lola back for pranking you on your birthday?"
"I wouldn't, like, ask if I didn't need your help."
"And what, exactly, is keeping me from telling her or Sumire about your little plan?"
"I'll pay you for your help."
"...How much we talking?"
"I don't care how much. Price isn't, like, an option for me."
"...Let's say I say 'yes'. What exactly do you want me to do?"
"I don't, like, give a damn! Just make that bitch regret fucking with me, so she, like, gets the point not to do it again."
"Well? Are you, like, in or what?"
"...Meh, what the hell? I had nothing else to do. And I don't particularly care for her anyway. Plus, since Sumire helped her, that pretty much makes her fair game, anyway."
"We'll discuss price after I'm done."
"Awesome! Like, thanks Aranai!"
"Meh, what can I say? I'm always up for a game of 'Prank War'."
“God Tsumugi, you look horrible.” Lola Takahashi wrinkled her nose in disgust as she stared at her pitiful assistant who was too busy scratching her scalp off her head, the blonde wig thrown and discarded. The two walked back towards the ruined living room, the blonde model clicked her tongue in annoyance, she was definitely going to have to call someone to clean all this up but she could worry about that later, besides, she had three other penthouses in other Divisions she could stay at and there was Sayaka’s place too.
Lola took a sip of her hot chocolate before speaking. “Though I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, like c’mon who the fuck does that dumb bitch think I am? It was only a matter of time before she would clap back but honestly, who the fuck pranks someone on Christmas? Talk about a fucking grinch, am I right?”
“L-Lola-san! Please!” Tsumugi cried out, tears streaming down her pimple infested face as she tugged and pulled at her hair. “Please help me, I did what you asked me to do!”
“I know, darling, I know.” Lola cooed, pouting. She genuinely did feel bad about throwing her loyal assistant into the line of fire but there was no fucking way that she was going to lay down and take whatever ameuter scheme Evelyn fucking Rose had planned for her. “You were so good for me, you did everything I told you too and more, to think I was worried that this wouldn’t work, don’t worry, you’ll be compensated very generously and I want you to take a few days off to recover, you’ll be paid of course and I just want to say thank you so much, you really saved my ass.” The model beamed.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, how is Lola still standing in one piece and looking as beautiful as ever if not more? Wasn’t someone stalking her? How could she have slipped under their radar? Well…
Lola raised a brow at Sumire’s caller ID before answering, placing the phone up to her ear. “Hey Sumi, what’s up?”
“Hey Lola, do you remember that prank you pulled on Evelyn for her birthday?”
A wide smirk graced the Russian model’s face, oh how glorious it was, she was so grateful for Sumire for helping her and sending her the camera footage of Evelyn having a mental breakdown in the bathroom. “Of course, dear, it quite literally happened yesterday. Why do you ask?”
“Well I’m sure you already know but Evelyn is determined to get it back in blood, I overheard a conversation between her and Aranai, I think it’s best if you lay low for a few days.”
Lola rolled her eyes, sighing. “Oh god, the hell is that bitch planning?”
“Dunno but since she’s turning to Aranai for help, it’s definitely something to be on your guard for, I should know. Look, don’t tell anyone this but I’m willing to help you out again, I can hide you somewhere until it all blows over.”
Lola raised a brow, surprised and a bit touch that the anarchist would do this for her. “Aw, thank you Sumi but I gotta ask, why? Look, you know I’m willing to pay whatever price you have.”
“Don’t worry about it, you’re one of the few people in this country that I genuinely like, besides I’ll be damned if I let Aranai one up me. So? You in or out?”
“Hold on gorgeous, I can’t just suddenly disappear out of nowhere, especially after I gave Barbie Bitch her gift, not only would that be suspicious as hell but that’ll also make me look cowardly and I’ll be damned if I’ll let anyone think I’m scared of that skank. Plus, it’ll be cruel to deprive my adoring fans of their daily dose of Aphrodite.” Lola pouted and she could practically see Sumire rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, I get it but what are you going to do? It’s not like you can find someone to fill in for you while you’re gone.”
That made Lola pause for a moment before her eyes lit up as she had an idea, “Actually…I do.”
“I gotta go Sumi, send me the details later!”
Lola hung up and immediately began dialing a new number, tapping her fingers impatiently as she waited for whoever was on the other line to pick up.
“Lola-san? Is something wro-“
“Tsumugi! Do you want a raise?!”
“Dolly’s on her way now, Tsu-Tsu, she’ll take you to a doctor to get yourself treated, now you just focus on resting up and getting better, okay? I’ll need my perfect assistant at her best!” Lola beamed at the still scratching girl as she left her penthouse and took the elevator down to the lobby, her eyes landed on the reception desk where a man was usually supposed to be but he was unfortunately let go…into the back of a black van, the model had a feeling that the beaches of Okinawa will receive a rather unpleasant surprise.
Huffing, the blonde took out her phone again and dialed a number, putting the device next to her ear as the other line picked up. Immediately, Lola was greeted to the sound of people cheering and screaming along with other unidentifiable noises before a clear voice spoke.
“Hey Sumi~” Lola greeted, smiling brightly. “You sound busy, I’m not interrupting anything am I?”
“Ehhhhh, not really, I’m just enjoying a show, what’s up, how was the trip back?”
“Oh it was great! Hey, listen, thank you so much for all your help, I really owe you big time.”
“No problem, so, what are you gonna do now? I mean, your place isn’t exactly ‘habitable’ now, also do you plan on getting Evelyn back?”
Lola sighed and rubbed at her forehead, feeling a headache coming. “I’m not worried about that, I can always have it fixed and I’m not short on places to find shelter. I’m just gonna kick back and relax today, I mean it is Christmas after all, plus there’s a certain birthday girl I need to visit.”
“Ahhh, that’s right, tell Kureha I said happy birthday, but what about Evelyn?”
“Will do, and what about her? I’ll let her think she’s won, it is the holiday after all and mainly because I don’t want to have to deal with her irritating ass more than I absolutely have to. Until I beat her ass to the point where she’s unrecognizable in the DRB, I want nothing to do with her.”
“Gotcha gotcha, merry Christmas.”
Did you really think I was going to make it easy on you, Taito dear? 🖕
