Get Ya Wicked On | Minnie | Chapter 5 Trial | RE: Lots of stuff
Minnie honestly wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do now. Yuzuki had sincerely asked her not to attack Ryou verbally (and probably had asked her not to physically hurt him too), but if she wasn’t mad at Ryou, who was she mad at? At the moment, Yuzuki and Akira. They had no right to tell her to calm down when she was feeling all of this, not after she had given into Minerva’s will for so long, keeping her from getting upset. But no, who was she kidding, she was still furious at Ryou.
“Are ya not gonna listen to me at all cause I got m’ panties in a bunch? Look, whatever, I know ya hate me bein’ mad, but maybe ya should actually listen when ’m talkin’ instead of sayin’ I got a long way to go to convince you,”
“Apparently, Tsutomu got him drunk a while back, an’ I can’t remember their exact wordin’, but they said that he wanted people to see reality as it was, ‘r somethin’. Really? Of all the words, he used reality, the name of our mastermind, an’ ya think it’s a coincidence.”
“Or how about th’ fact that th’ mastermind said for the old lady to treat Saki-chan like a princess. Saki-chan is a wonderful person an’ everyone should love her, but there’s a difference between keepin’ an eye on her an’ treatin’ her like a princess.”
“Or, I know, how about th’ fact that the blond dead guy slept with the old lady to make our mastermind mad, and right at the drop of a hat, Shinpissu gets mad,”
But there was more in what the others were saying, something else that sounded like something all too familiar.
“Um, hello? Hey, listen!” she imitated a certain annoying fairy. “Does the alternate personality sound familiar? Or maybe the fake personality? Yeah, it should. Remember the first trial, Shin-kissu-my-a** berated th’ kid with green hair for killing the girl with black hair. He went out of his ever-mother-f***in’ way to make them feel like s*** and iced the doodoo cake by saying that he was going to tell their sisters. Who does that but someone with serious issues? It took me–”
Minnie paused, looking a bit out of herself.
“I mean, it took Minerva yellin’ at him to get him to even say sorry,”
She wanted to argue more, to avenge her friend, but it was difficult. She wasn’t Minerva, she wasn’t. Maybe they needed her, though, they would’ve listened to Minerva.