The cake is a butter chicken pot pie with naan crust

"That was badass Mochi!" Hina cried as she hugged Mochi.

"More than badass, you schooled her and forced her to comply," Matcha praised.

"I could've made her fold easy. Actually, lemme throw some salt on her," Rika sadistically snickered as she whipped out her phone.

"So what exactly are you doing?" Matcha asked.

"Just sending her a nice pot pie," Rika snickered.

"Wait, that's all it takes to trigger her!? I'm sending that bitch one for all the hell she put me through," Helga declared.

"Sorry about your mom though, Matcha."

"It's fine. They probably just mistook her for a perpetrator... again," Matcha groaned.

"Again?"

"Ever since the incident here 9 years ago, criminals just can't help making themselves look like Mo-chan when they commit their crimes," Hina scowled.

"Even with the mohawk?"

"Sadly there are quite a few thugs with similar looking mohawks, 12 so far that have been booked, though those were just the ones with genuine mohawks. A vast majority of the criminals that try and impersonate Mo-chan usually just wear a wig. Many of them have even been customers that will come in simply to snag some of Mo-chan's hair to plant as evidence. What made this time worse though is that it was the first time her own daughter arrested her, and in such a violent manner too."

"Purin-nee pretty much hates the entire family, though Mochi's easily the one she hates the most," Matcha sighed.

Mochi remained silent as she cleaned the salon.

"Well, at least that bitch had SOME decency to apologize like that. I guess it's good that she's not all bad considering she'll be my sister in-law someday," Rika sighed.

"Huh? Sister in-law!? Are you engaged!?" Hina giddily asked.

"Not yet, aren't officially dating either, but I'm reeling him in. Kissed him on the lips too," Rika smirked.

"You go girl! I'm rooting for you!" Hina smiled.

"It's remarkable how quickly the atmosphere can change. Though I suppose humans each have different ways of coping with things," Mochi sighed.

"Don't worry Mochi, she'll be alright. And if those assholes mess with her hawk, we'll just glue a new one on her head, though the hawk's stood proud for 9 years so I don't think it'll fall so easily."

"I hope your optimism is warranted."

                                                                                ...

As Mocha was marched in to the police station, she was shocked by the reaction she received.

"SCREW YOU TRASH! YOU'LL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MYOUCHI-CHAN!" an officer shouted.

"I heard the superintendent had to take the fall because some customers got swept up in YOUR rampage!" another officer yelled.

"What the hell!? Why's the whole station acting so hostile!? It's never been this bad before," Mocha thought.

"So, finally returned to your roots," a female voice sneered.

A woman with a blue military cut garbed in a standard police uniform approached the group. She was none other than Yoriko Sakaguro, the chief of E Station.

Yoriko approached Mocha and held her chin. Mocha responded with a glare and muffled grunt.

"Heard you even spouted some crazy bullshit and had to be gagged. Well, won't be spouting em here, take her straight to the cell, we already got her prints and loads of pics of that hideous green horn she's got on file," Yoriko sneered.

"MMPH NGH MMPH! (IT'S A MOHAWK, NOT A HORN!)" Mocha angrily shouted as Yumeko and Makoto dragged her away.

"Well that was a spectacle, ugh, why'd she ask me to deliver this," Zuina grumbled as she nervously walked towards the receptionist with the cake Rika asked her to deliver.

                                                                        ...

Rika, Matcha, and Helga headed out as Hina and Mochi waved goodbye.

"Not gonna stay?" Rika asked Matcha.

"I live on my own. Besides, I'm still in my work uniform thanks to you dragging me out," Matcha glared.

"I don't mind if you wear it outside the restaurant."

"I'm saying I want to go back to the restaurant and change."

"OK, though it's kinda late. You OK going alone?"

"I'm not a child. And I have pepper spray in my- Ugh, my bag's back at the restaurant. Well, guess I'm sticking with you, while you head back," Matcha glared.

"Oh yeah, I remembered I didn't lock my place up. Stop by and act as bait if those freaks show up again," Helga huffed.

"Alright, we speak tsunderese here, we'll hold your hands," Rika teased.

"I'm not scared! I just don't wanna be alone. I mean, it's not like I wanted to ask you, but when I tried to call Sundae, she wouldn't pick up. Hasn't read any of my messages either."

"Well that's uncanny. Pretty sure she's an attention whore. Well let's stop by your place before going back to mine. I'll even have Mimi warm up a glass of milk for you."

"Don't- Whatever. Let's just go."

                                                                            ...

As Himawari arrived at the station, she was greeted by Yoriko.

"Madam superintendent, ma'am! Officer Yamaguchi has filled me in on everything, ma'am. I have informed the station, ma'am!" Yoriko saluted.

"At ease Sakaguro, no need to get overly formal with me.

"Oh, in that case welcome to the short hair club Hima," Yoriko snickered as she stuck her tongue out and ruffled Himawari's hair.

"I did not mean go radically informal either," Himawari glared.

"Sheesh. Let a girl joke around. Oh yeah, 15 minutes ago someone came and said they had a cake for you. It was from your brother's restaurant I think. It looks really good. So can we eat it?"

"Were you waiting here and acting all formal, JUST for that!?"

"YUP!" Yorika shamelessly smiled.

"You are bold. Did you take care of the suspect?"

"Yes ma'am. Da punk's booked."

"Very well you handle Myouchi. I'll examine this cake."

                                                                                ...

Himawari stared unamusingly at the cake in the break room.

The words "Lol, you bald" along with a makeshift image of Himawari in dougeza were drawn ontop of the cake with icing.

"If she's trying to rattle me it won't work. And if she laced the cake with laxatives, I'll have grounds to lock her up," Himawari thought as she sliced a piece, stabbed it with a fork, closed her eyes and ate it.

"Mmmph!?

Upon tasting the cake, tears began to well up in Himawari's eyes. She had eaten a surprise butter chicken pot pie with naan crust.

"AH MO! YOUR ASS IS DEAD FOR THIS!" Himawari tearfully pouted as she ate the cake.

                                                                              ...

Mutsumi glared at a girl in a middle school uniform sitting at her desk.

"Outta my chair you little shit," she glared.

"Who said this was YOUR chair. My father's the superintendent general, therefore this is HIS chair, and since I am his daughter, I can sit in it," the girl sneered as she propped her sneakers up on the desk.

"You snobby ass little bitch! I'll-"

"Want to get fired? I can have more than that done to you. Hmm, maybe throw some assault and battery and death threat charges to your resume and have you thrown to the lioness' of S-Prison."

"S-PRISON!? Only the most violent and dangerous women are kept there. I'd be eaten alive if I was thrown in there!"

"Then prostrate or it's off to the lioness' with you."

As Mutsumi trembled and began to kneel, Reika arrived and stopped her.

"Ara, Why hello Yamaguchi-san. I know you are our boss' daughter, but could you please not abuse your nonexistent authority like that? And please take your feet off the desk too, it's poor manners," Reika smiled.

The girl glared angrily as she refused to budge.

"Wanna go to S-Prison too?" she threatened.

"Ara, this threat again? Did the recording of you making the threats not convince you to stop? Well, no matter. I'll record and expose you as many times as needed," Reika glared as she played a recording on her phone of Mutsumi and the girl's conversation.

The girl angrily clicked her tongue and shot out of the chair in a fury, sending it to the ground. Reika then pocketed her phone as the girl stormed past her.

"Onee-sama says one day I'll be "the Queen". When that day comes, I WILL break you, Reika," the girl sneered as she stormed towards the holding area.

"Ara, she's not allowed to go back there," Reika sighed as she attempted to give chase.

"Rei-Rei! Why the scowlin?" Inoka grinned as she appeared in front of Reika.

"Please move, I-"

"Lax, girl. Yum-Yum's with her so it's fine. So yeah, ya hear what happened to Pu-pu?"

"Yes, the chief announced that a person of interest in regards to the mass murder case, violently lashed out upon confrontation. I heard Makoto Inohara messed up and hit Myouchi causing her to nearly shoot a customer. Inohara then restrained the suspect and attempted to realign Myouchi's jaw, but messed up and made the injury worse. I then heard the superintendent arrived and apologized for the mess by cutting her hair and doing a full dougeza."

"Yup, That's what I heard from Chief. Also heard someone from her brother's restaurant delivered her a cake."

"A cake you say?"

"Yeah, though I guess it's actually a chicken pot pie covered in icing and whippin cream. Sucks too, the chief was really hoping it was a real cake. Guess the cake was a lie, lol."

A light lit up in Reika's head as she smiled and returned to her desk.

"Hmm? Guess she got somethin outta my words," Inoka chuckled.

                                                                              ...

"I can't believe she had me do a delivery run," Zuina groaned as she returned to the restaurant.

"Oh hey, welcome back," Waki smiled as she began to head out.

She had changed into her casual attire consisting of a beanie, a red plaid buttoned shirt, short shots, and skateboarding sneakers.  Zuina sighed upon seeing her.

"Why the sigh girl?" Waki asked.

"Nothing, just your attire reminded me of someone I don't get along with," Zuina sighed.

"Are you sayin it's me? I mean, even when I looked like I crawled out of a well, I still wore this drip."

"My apologies. To be honest, your hair was so long and voluminous back then, I wasn't sure if you even wore clothes under it."

"Harsh, well as long as you ain't hatin on me, I'm cool. See ya tomorrow," Waki waved as she left.

"I shouldn't have said something like that," Zuina sighed.

                                                                               ...

Rika, Helga, and Matcha all stood in front of Helga's restaurant. Everything was dark inside as Helga nervously pulled the key from her purse.

"Just gotta lock up, and then the staff can open up tomorrow when it's light," she trembled.

As she attempted to grab the door handle, Rika suddenly grabbed her arm

"Stay calm, we're surrounded," Rika glared.

Helga and Matcha turned and yelped as they saw 5 members of the demon queen cult closing in on them.

"Hey, like you should-"

"-like totes assimilate," they smiled as they all exhaled smoke.

"Shit, 5 of them and the building's probably booby trapped. I really hope someone comes along to help. I can only take 3 of these creeps out on my own," Rika nervously thought.

                                                                        ...

In the holding area, Yumeko stood by a covered cart of tools as she waited by the elevator with Makoto. The girl in the middle school uniform then appeared and approached them.

"Fujiko, everything you requested is here, ready to punish our little prisoner?" Yumeko grinned.

"Why yes dear Onee-sama," the girl replied in a cutesy manner.

The three entered the elevator and descended to the underground maximum security holding area.

"Has your acting improved, my dear sister Fujiko?" Yumeko asked as they walked to a cell.

"I am near mastering it. Why, when I was acting as an Englishwoman in drama practice today, I was able to speak olde English like a native from the time period," Fujiko proudly stated.

"EXCELENT! So you can do a dominatrix with ease yes?" Yumeko gushed.

"Ahahahahaha! Yes, I can also beat you to a pulp, along with your roided girlfriend," Fujiko sneered.

"You can't beat me," Makoto stated.

"*Sigh* That's where you're wrong Inohara," Fujiko sighed in Makoto's voice as she began squeezing Makoto's wrist.

Makoto's eyes widened both from the shock of hearing her voice coming from Fujiko and to the pain she was feeling in her wrist.

"I understand," Makoto nervously muttered, as Fujiko chuckled and released her wrist.

"See, isn't she going to make a lovely Queen, Mako-chan?" Yumeko giggled.

"Y- Yes," Makoto trembled.

It was the first time in her life Makoto had felt fear.

The three then arrived at a cell and entered. The woman in the cell jolted her head up to the sound of the door opening, though was unable to see due to the sack on her head or talk due to the tape covering her mouth.

"She's still wearing her clothes from earlier too, well guess that means no one will complain if you rip em up," Yumeko snickered as she removed the sack from the woman's head.

The woman let out a muffled gasp as she gazed at her surroundings.

"She's all yours Fujiko, feel free to punish her for "assaulting" you earlier. When your done, we'll ship her off to the cult," Yumeko snickered.

A sadistic smile spread on Fujiko's face as her true sadistic personality came to the surface. She threw the tarp off the cart and grabbed one of the tools.

"MMPH NGH MMPH!" the woman tearfully pleaded as Fujiko approached her.

"Sneaking you in here was SO hard. I'm going to break you SO nicely and make you look SO hideous! Looks like the slut cult's gonna get another broken toy from me. AHAHAHAHAHA!" Fujiko sadistically laughed.