Rulebreakers

Iori took another look out from behind the wall at the prison area. "Ugh, Gothic chess is gonna be such a slog, but if those scrubs are low-elo, it SHOULD be easy..."

"Iori-chan?"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?" Iori cried as she spun around, terrified. "O- OKI-KUN!? AND EVERYONE!?"

"Huh? This is Iori? She doing that bald cap shit again?" Yuusuke grumbled.

"N- Nah, actually went smooth n' groove for my man."

"Oh, how fitting. You look hideous," Utami scoffed.

"Well at least that confirms you're real. So you find some Desperado direct flight or something?"

"Actually, that's kind of how it went. We were all at the airport when we ran into Skaberghast and those college girls from the beach. Here, I'll send you what I recorded," Okisato nodded.

"... Bastard tried to ditch us n' go somewhere else... He's no savior, so don't let him fool ya," Rodeo mumbled.

But Iori was too engrossed in the video, nor would she really care about the fact that Okisato was planning to go to China instead of coming to London to save her.

"So you've sheered your head of hair. May I inquire as to the location you had it done?" Numakawa asked.

"Back home, now shut up, I'm watching good shit. LOL! Look at that bitch cry! Always hated that snarky turquoise afro bitch, so seeing her mimic me in trend is icing. Oh, wonder how the views are doing on my shave!" Iori giggled.

"Hmm, I'd say you've got at least 5 new ones," a voice called out.

"Just 5!? No way, I- Oh..."

Everyone directed their attention to the roof of the neighboring building. There in all their glory were 5 of the Rainbow Executives.

"Ah, game on pause while we explain the rules to the newbies," Scharlachrot scowled as she and the others leaped down.

Heather than came running up the other way, blocking any escape for the chess club. "Huff... WELCOME TO LONDON! You're all our hostages now!"

"Lol, did you run here because you knew you'd botch the landing if you leaped off the roof again?" Iori snickered.

"CEASE YOUR MOCKERY! Ahem, I am-"

"Heather Fairy, queen of the UK, yes?" Okisato asked.

"D- DON'T INTERRUPT ME!"

"That's kind of your thing, Heathy. So, do you know our names too, Okisato Tanabe?" Scharlachrot smirked. 

"No, but I can with ease."

"Yeah no more ruining the fun. Shcarlachrot Karmesinrot, the red fairy." 

"Bette Oranje, the orange fairy."

"Vittoria Giallo, the yellow fairy." 

"Medeucesa Indikó, the indigo fairy."

"Plum Stupid Purple, the purple fairy."

"Huh? Where the hell's Melania? Well, whatever, you'll know her when you see her. Blue fairy by the way. And our green fairy, Sorcha, is on guard duty, but you'll recognize her by her green hair n' shirt. Now with introductions done, how about I explain the game in order to get the reinforcements up to speed," Scharlachrot smirked.

Though Okisato already had an idea of how things would go, he remained silent as Scharlachrot explained things.

"So it's kinda like Hokemon... And what about Inoue?" Yuusuke scowled.

"Ah, I think she's finishing up with the first half of her makeover now," Scharlachrot smirked as she flashed a giant screen before her. There, all tied up and wrapped up in perm rollers with her mouth still glued into a smile, was Mimoko. "Looks like she's enjoying herself. Wonder if she'll become a full member after this."

"YOU SCUM! RELEASE MIMOKO-SAMA THIS INSTANT!" Utami roared.

"Nope, this is a race. Sorcha there is the reason we get so many new members, or at least, ones completely infatuated with her..."

"What... do... you... mean!?" 

A bead of sweat ran down Scharlachrot's face. "Well... she's into women, and through her salon magic, she makes women her bitches..."

"I'LL KILL YOU AND THAT FILTH THAT DARES TO SEDUCE MIMOKO-SAMA!"

"Beating her won't free Mimoko, but I guess it could stop the full makeover. Of course, I won't tell you where Mimoko is being held-"

But Utami was already charging towards Heather like a raging bull.

"W- WAIT! YOU CAN'T-"

Scharlachrot clicked her tongue and in a swift unseen motion, she karate-chopped Utami on the shoulder, knocking her to the ground, unconscious. "We understand things clearly? If so, the game resumes."

"Nein! MY hunt begins now!" a raspy voice rang out.

Scharlachrot's heart began to thump as color began vanishing from her face.  "No... Why is he here!?" 

Then to hers and everyone's shock and horror, a large monstrous figure of a man slammed into the ground before them, causing the earth to shake. Lightning flashed, illuminating his bony face as he slowly rose and towered above all, setting his glowing red eyes on Scharlachrot.  It was Red Reaper. 

"You changed your face, Charlotte," Red Reaper snarled. 

"So did you, Frederik," Scharlachrot nervously smiled as she tried in vain to hide her fear. 

Okisato silently scanned Red Reaper with his WWCF card, revealing his rating of 2780, but also a startling fact; he somehow lacked Caïssa's blessing. 

As if taking notice of the fact he was being scanned, Red Reaper turned around to face Okisato. "So you are the fabled Oni-tiger. I am Kaiser Red Reaper von Richthofen of the German Empire of Prussia. And are these... your friends?" 

Okisato reached for the DESPER key case, but was stopped as Red Reaper aimed his DESPER directly at him. 

"I am a hunter. And you, are the biggest game here. Therefore, I'll hunt you first, Herr Oni-tiger."  Red Reaper declared as he activated his DESPER.  

Okisato quickly found himself warped into the seat of an airborne Sopwith Camel with Red Reaper flying close behind in his Fokker. 

"Well someone's a Red Baron fanboy."

"He was my father and one of Prussia's greatest war heroes, perhaps even the greatest. Had we not lost him, we would have won the first world war."

"Yeah right. So the conditions for the match?"

"You lose, you die and get shot down by my Fokker."

"I win, you die and blow up into a million pieces."

"Death as my punishment, as it should be. Now, the first move is mine, Herr Oni-tiger."