The melancholy of Akane

My name is Akane, Akane Okane. And today, my life is endangered. The reason for that is obvious, the crocodile has decided to eat me and end our toxic, but symbiotic relationship. I'm sure in the eyes of many, I'm what you call a suck-up, which is true, but still... I'm smart, dammit, so why the hell is this bitch forcibly violating my lap and making me drive myself to my own execution!?

"Oi, the hell's with that sobby face? Thought ya said bald sluts were queens. Or are you an organic slave-type?" Ivy sneered as she leaned in close, so close that the tip of her vape pen now pressed itself against my forehead.

"I- Ivy-sama, I can't see if your face-"

"Huh? You're smart, aren't ya? Or do ya got shit in your eyes?" Ivy snarled as she exhaled a puff of smoke, point blank, into my face.

As I coughed, I tried to explain that I literally couldn't drive with her face dominating my field of vision, to which she responded to as one would expect, with violence. I was thrown off the seat to the nearby sidewalk, but before I could flee, I was slugged in the gut by Ivy and thrown down on the moped's floorboard.

"Makin' me do the driving. You really are a good ass kisser, but you're a snake of a one. Sucks for you I got a braincell, now let's see if you're really a queen, or just my slave," Ivy maliciously chuckled as she slammed her feet down on me, pinning me in place.

Seems my fate would lie entirely in Machi's hands...

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We arrived at Machi's place a few minutes later. Located within the city's mall, Machi's Makeover Mall was the staple mall salon. There wasn't really anything too noteworthy about it, just the fact that I knew the girl running it, Machi Macabre. A dreary girl with a veil of blue hair, clad in a school uniform and loafers, even though she had long since graduated, is how I would best describe her.

She was plagued by rumors, mainly started by Ivy, that she was some psychopath that would forcefully shave her customers bald against their consent. In reality, she was just a victim of the circumstances, as it just so happened, people just wanted to go bald for some reason and were choosing to do so here.

"Hey intern, mind fetching your boss so we can discuss a little business?" Ivy sneered as she cruised into the salon with me on the moped.

Yes, that bitch really rode the moped, which is technically not mine, but Pizzalo's, through the mall. Unless you count the pain I've been subjected to, nobody got hurt, so there's that. But that didn't mean Ivy couldn't resist chasing after some people, simply to terrify them, from time to time.

My boss is gonna kill me. Worse, he's probably gonna dump all the lawsuits on me the company's gonna get from Ivy's romp. And worse, I'll be delivered back to him in a humiliated and hairless state. Machi, I'll kiss your ass, become your bitch, whatever it takes, just SAVE me from Ivy, dammit!

"Oh, Ivy... Here to finally do something about that damaged hair of yours?" Machi growled as Ivy stood me upright.

"Nope, but I want two things. This bitch needs your signature forced hair removal makeover, and second, I need an in to some Oakley guy's CEO suite," Ivy smirked as she made herself comfortable in one of the salon chairs.

Machi stood in silence for a bit before finally breaking it with a sigh. "Then we gotta shave YOU bald, not Akane. Quite a few of my clients work for Ookely, and they're some of the baldest, and most deranged maniacs, I've ever met. Especially the girls. Poor things are fit for an asylum with how psycho they act. Especially Briana Spearmint. Girl's basically an un-spraytanned and hairless Ivy the bitch."

Machi had guts. Courage even. Or perhaps she just didn't give a fuck about anything. Either that, or she's a robot. Whatever the case was, it didn't stop Ivy from unloading some bibi pellets into Machi's forehead, to which Machi showed no reaction to. If it weren't for the blood now trickling down her head, I'd say my robot theory would be spot on. Then again, aren't there some androids with real blood in them?

But I would not be able to dwell on that topic much longer as my senses were soon overwhelmed by Machi vanishing from sight, and Ivy suddenly coughing up blood out of nowhere.

"Oi, who said you own the town, bitch? You try to murder me, I murder you," Machi snarled as she reappeared, now with one of her feet pinned into Ivy's stomach.

Now I remembered why Machi and Ivy hated each other so much. Machi was the only one who was not only brave enough to stand up to her, but also possessed the physical strength needed to do so.

Ivy wasn't about to go down without a fight though, and readied her bibi gun once more, but in her state, Machi was able to effortlessly knock it away, leaving Ivy trapped and at her complete mercy. The only problem was that it was only the case if Machi continuously kept her pinned down. Ivy had freakish strength and durability despite her lean look. Had she not decided to sit down before firing the first shots, I have no doubt the two would be brawling to a stalemate right now.

"Oi, Miércoles! You back there!?" Machi called out.

"Yes, yes, need me for something?" a cutesy voice called out.

A second later, out stepped a cute girl with jagged purple twintails and large breasts. Ivy's expression changed drastically as she recognized the girl.

"Y- You... WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE!?"

"Uh, cuz I work here? Your braincell malfunctioning, sis?"

All hope of being spared was now up in the air. This was Miércoles Rigu, Ivy's sister from another mother. She was just as sadistic as her sister, but in a different sense. While she didn't resort to outright violence, she would if you-

"Now, let's all play a little mind game. Winner gets an all-exclusive pass into the ZEO suite, and without losing a single strand of hair, not counting eyelashes and eyebrows. But lose, and you'll become the red carpet the winner walks over in order to get to the goal, aka, YOU GO BALD FOR REAL AND NEVER HAVE HAIR AGAIN! MOWAHAHAHAHA!"

Miércoles Rigu was a psychopath, and one that would force people to play strategy games against one another. She was either an angel or a devil depending on how you performed. Now my surefire chance of Machi neutralizing Ivy was gone. All would depend on what Miércoles decided to have us play.