“Y-you’re jokin, right?” Miyako said, trying to smile. “I’m afraid not, Miyako. I have spent a great while thinking over this. If you don’t straighten up your behavior, I will be forced to ban you from the tournament,” Head Mistress Sayaki replied, a serious look on her face. “But I have a theory that depends on me being able to enter in the Inter-School MS Fight Tournament! And I can’t participate in that without making it onto the institute’s team!” Miyako said, standing up and slamming her hands onto the head mistress’ desk. “And I can’t let some trouble making, brazen young woman with a short fuse and a habit of modding other people’s gunplay models represent my institute,” the head mistress said, standing up from her chair. “So if you really want to join the MS Fight team, then I suggest that you straighten up your attitude for the next two months.” The head mistress leaned forward and stared coldly at Miyako, waiting for a reply. “Understood…..Aunt Sayaki,” Miyako finally said after a brief silence. “Since we’ve reached an understanding, you may go back to your class,” Head Mistress Sayaki said before sitting back down and getting started on some paperwork. Miyako left the office without a word, looking to be in a foul mood.
Head Mistress Sayaki sighed to herself after Miyako left, turning her chair around to look out her window. “If only Kaufner were still here. Maybe then she would act more like a woman,” she whispered to herself, looking up at the clouds.
Miyako returned to the classroom, and sat down in the chair she was in earlier, a scowl on her face. “Curse that old hag,” she mumbled as she fiddled with the golden crystal on her necklace. She then sighed and looked down on her desk, only to find something just as upsetting. Miyako found that one of her sketches had been torn out of her sketch book, which was originally in her book bag. She quickly perused throw it to see which sketch had been taken. When she did find out which one had been stolen, she felt anger like never before.
As soon as the bell signaling that class was over rung, Miyako quickly packed her stuff and stormed out, signaling to those near her to back away. The only one who dared to get close to her was Kirino. “What’s wrong, Miyako?” she asked, concerned for her friend. “Someone stole the sketch of my new Gundam. You know, the one that is a more advanced version of Gundam Levios,” Miyako replied, balling her hands into fists. “Someone had the balls to steal my sketch while I was at the head mistress’ office. It just makes me so mad that I…I just…uurrrgh,” Miyako continued, stopping to punch the wall with all her might. When she brought her fist back, the place where she had punch had many cracks, and some blood. “Miyako!” Kirino exclaimed. “Sorry, Kirino….I’ll go to the nurses office…and I’ll make sure to tell her that the wall needs some minor repairs,” Miyako said with a sigh, putting her hands in her pockets and walking off. Kirino sighed and started heading towards the head mistress’ office, figuring that she might as well warn the head mistress of the coming storm.
Over the next month, Miyako spent most of her time questioning everyone that she could, desperately trying to find out who it was that stole her sketch. She questioned teachers, students, other faculty and staff, even the janitor. Miyako skipped lunches, sometimes skipped classes, and even returned to her dorm room late in the night and left early in the morning. However much she tried, though, she ran into dead end after dead end after dead end. Just when she was about to give up, she got a lead. Someone mentioned that the new exchange student, Michael, was bragging about some new Gundam design he came up with a month ago, and had just started bragging again in the Beginning Engineering class. Before anyone could stop her, Miyako made her way to the Beginning Engineering class.
Upon reaching the door, Miyako knocked on it before opening. “Uh…hello there Miyako, what brings you here?” the teacher asked, surprised. “Nothing much, just thought I’d pay a visit to the foreign exchange student,” she replied in an off handed manner. She made her way to the back of the classroom, where a group of students were gathered. “Wow, Michael, that looks so cool,” one guy said. “I wonder how he came up with it?” another whispered to his friend. Miyako shoved her way through to see what they were talking about. Upon seeing a gunplay model that looked just like her sketch, an angry smile lit up her face. “Say, Michael, mind telling me about this Mobile Suit of yours, if it truly is yours?” Miyako spoke up, and everyone immediately quieted down. The teacher, thinking he knew what was coming, picked up a phone to call the head mistress. “Sure, what is it that you want to know?” Michael replied, seeming to be unfazed by the accusation. “Well,” Miyako began, “I was wondering if you could show me the sketch that you made of it?” “W-what are you talking about, what sketch?” Michael answered with a nervous laugh. Before Miyako could say anything, the comm system turned on. “Miyako Kurohame and Michael Simmons, the head mistress would like to see you,” the monotonous voice said before the comm system clicked back off.
The two left the room, grabbing their things, and headed for the head mistress’ office, arriving a couple minutes later. Miyako knocked on the door, wondering what was going on. “Come in,” the head mistress called after a moment. The two then went in and sat down. “So….what’s with the call?” Miyako asked. “I heard from Mr. Ramon that you were about to mod another student’s Gunpla,” the head mistress replied, a disappointed look on her face. “I hope that you can explain the meaning of this to me, Miyako,” she then added. Miyako sighed and replied, “Mr. Ramon jumped to conclusions. I wasn’t going to mod Michael’s Gunpla, especially considering that he stole my sketches of it in the fir-“
“Now just hold on a minute here! I will not stand to be accused of stealing when I didn’t!” Michael exclaimed as he stood up. The head mistress turned her head towards Miyako. “Do you have proof of this, Miyako?” she asked. Miyako grinned, saying, “I sure do, but it depends on whether or not Michael is willing to empty his bag.” Miyako then took out her sketchbook and turned to the page where it was torn. The head mistress nodded and turned to Michael. “Will you empty your bag?” the head mistress then asked, turning to Michael. Michael hesitated for a couple moments before finally doing so, with the Gunpla and a sheet of sketch paper coming out along with the rest of his stuff. Miyako grabbed the sketch paper and grinned, matching it up with the tear in her note book. “This is it, you can’t deny that this wasn’t torn from my sketchbook,” she said smugly. “That doesn’t prove anything!” Michael said, standing up and reaching for the sketch sheet. Miyako did her best to keep it away, only for the head mistress to take it. “Well, sense no one’s admitting to anything, I think I’ll have you two settle this in a Gunpla Battle in two weeks. Until then, I’ll just hold onto this,” she said. Miyako and Michael couldn’t help but just stare at her.