Night at the hotel

Itsuki ran until she arrived at the police station. She attempted to go inside, but stopped.

"I really should learn to calm down a bit. It would prevent me from doing dumb things like this," she thought as she turned around.

"Rika clearly was in pain. I should be able to sympathize with her the most. My father also made me do things I did not want to and tried to mold me into a puppet. Yet, I was so stupid, I just ran out on her when she was at her low. Sure, I don't completely forgive her for sitting on her ass back at Tabemono until AFTER I had lost, but at least she didn't run away. I really should go back," Itsuki thought.

She then bumped into a middle school girl whom she had failed to notice.

"I'm sorry! Are you alright?" Itsuki asked as she offered to help the girl up.

The girl shot her a glance of pure malice as Itsuki suddenly felt a hand clamp down on her shoulder. She turned to see a young female officer with pigtails angrily smiling.

"And just what did you do to my cute little sister Fujiko?" Yumeko asked in a cheerful manner.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see her and-"

"Onee-sama! She tried to splat my brain all over the ground!" Fujiko fake cried.

"I did not! I merely bumped-"

*Clack*

"HUH!? WHY ARE YOU-MMPH!?"

Itsuki freaked out as Yumeko cuffed her, gagged her, and put a sack on her head.

"You're under arrest for assault n battery," Yumeko sneered.

Itsuki was then led around. After some walking, she was sat down in a chair where she was restrained and forced to wait.

"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.

Itsuki darted her head around and found herself restrained in a small room with no windows and a single heavy metal door. A female officer with toned muscles was now also present along with the officer and girl from before.

"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!" Itsuki 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 slave cult's gonna get another broken toy from me. AHAHAHAHAHA!" Fujiko sadistically laughed.

"MMMPH NGH MMPH!?" Itsuki cried out in terror as Fujiko dangled a sharp knife and a pair of hair clippers in front of Itsuki's face.

"I'm going to give you a hideous makeover, and send you to those hairless sluts, humiliated and broken!" Fujiko maliciously smiled as she turned on the clippers.

Back in the present...

Fujiko seethed with fury as she stared at the empty chair before her.

"Damn that bitch! How dare she order me to stop! There was plenty of time to still break her! Even Onee-sama and her bitch were siding with her. Well, Onee-sama probably WANTS me to be mad at her so I giver her a more hideous makeover. But that bitch, THAT BITCH! She thinks she can order ME!? Was she that mad about the delivery job!? I'll wax that military flattop right off her head!" Fujiko fumed.

                                                                                    ...

Reika yawned and prepared to go home, but stopped when she noticed Yumeko and Makoto emerging from the holding area.

"And where is Fujiko?" Reika glared.

"Huh? Why sleeping in bed like the good little girl she is," Yumeko smiled.

"Bullshit. I saw her head towards the holding area and haven't seen her come back since. What was she doing down there!?"

"I was just showing her how we discipline the prisoners."

"And which prisoner exactly? I don't recall there being any in maximum security."

"Well it's top secret and the chief- Whoops!"

Reika glared and immediately stormed towards Yoriko's office.

"I don't think she's left yet," Reika thought as she opened the door.

Inside, she found Himawari angrily tapping her foot.

"Oh, you're not Sakaguro. Have you seen her?" Himawari asked.

"Not recently ma'am, the last I saw her was approximately 32 minutes ago."

"Where'd she go, I want to discipline her for that little prank."

"Prank? Do you mean the cake that was brought in earlier?"

"Yes, She was waiting for my arrival to goad me into seeing the cake."

"True, I did see her collect the order with glee, thus it's possible she was the main perpetrator. Though I heard it was a chicken pot pie, how did you not know?"

"It was disguised to look like a cake."

"My apologies, I only saw the box it came in. Now Superintendent, if you don't mind could I ask a potentially sensitive question?"

"Go ahead."

"Are there any prisoners currently or recently held in the underground holding area?"

"I wouldn't consider that sensitive.  Though none to my knowledge, though Sakaguro suggested we relocate the suspect in the mass murder trial there and conduct the interrogation there tomorrow."

"Ara, then could I get in on the interrogation?"

"No, I've got a more pressing case for you. Since you're here, I might as well assign it to you now instead of waiting till morning."

                                                                               ...

"So why this fancy hotel?" Helga asked.

"Oh, they actually asked us to do a breakfast catering gig here tomorrow. Figure we might get a bit of a discount," Rika grinned.

"Hmm? Are you Miss Komachi?" a well dressed man asked.

"Yup."

"I'm surprised you're here. Mr. Ryono just canceled the catering stint a few hours ago."

"Huh!? Why!?"

"He said both you and him were not properly up to proper cooking standards physically. It was regrettable, but understandable after hearing about what transpired at the cookoff."

"Is he alright!?"

"He- didn't sound sick, but it sounded like the episode took a lot out of him. He also mentioned you would probably be too exhausted from the cook off to properly cater the breakfast, not to mention your hand is still not in the best shape to properly cook. Thus, the catering was regrettably cancelled."

Rika paused for a moment before chuckling.

"Guess he's really starting to improve. He never would've cancelled before even with me burning my hand, he's the guy that would work through pain. But, now he's saying I'd be too tired? Heh," Rika smiled to herself.

"Though refresh me, what did the catering gig entail again?" Rika asked.

"Well, it was various breakfast bites, notably egg and french toast related dishes," the gentlemen stated.

"Good, then our place is doing it."

"HUH!? But Mr. Ryono cancelled and you are in no shape to properly cook!"

"That's where our lovely staff comes in. They may not be on our level, but it's high enough to knock the socks out off of the clients," Rika declared.

"Very well. I will inform the management and client."

Surprised you didn't say anything," Rika glanced over to Helga.

"Hey if you botch it, more business for me," Helga growled.

"We won't though. Well good thing I told all the girls to come here for a party. Guess I better tell Mimi and Matcha to bring everyone's uniforms."

                                                                                ...

Matcha glared at Rika as she arrived at the hotel. She was garbed in her casual wear consisting of a light green sleeveless dress, brown leather jacket, and pink hi-top sneakers.

"I leave you alone just to change and grab my stuff, and now we're doing a catering gig that we canceled!?" Matcha glared.

"Hey, you should be glad she thinks we're good enough to handle it," Waki smiled as she wrapped her arm around Matcha.

"I was hoping she didn't invite you for the "sleep over"."

"Helga! Are you sleeping over too?" Mimi giddily asked.

"Yeah, I'm the one who's stuck here. Though why are you still in your uniform?" Helga grumbled.

"Cause it suits me!" Mimi smiled.

"Quite the elegant establishment we have here," Benihime mused as she walked in with a large suitcase.

She was garbed in an elegant white and gold kimono and geta sandals while her hair was tied up.

"Talk about overly fancy," Zuina yawned.

Zuina by comparison was overly casual as she wore a baseball cap, a white shirt dress, and flip flops.

"Guess we're only missing Itsuki, and Masaru," Zuina grumbled.

"Yeah, so I actually called Masaru over. Seems they got us a nice suite to relax in," Rika giggled.

"So you're gonna be making out while your staff slaves away?" Helga glared.

"Guess they want us to get better quickly. Well, we'll take our time. I honestly do kind of need a rest considering all the shit I've been through these past 48 hours."

"Rika, what is the meaning of all this!" Masaru groaned as he arrived.

"Guess you only have chef uniforms in your closet. Anyway, this is the perfect chance to let our staff shine. We can't do all the work, plus it's good to have backup in case we're unable to fulfill a catering request ourselves in the future."

"*Sigh* That is sound logic. Both you, me, and Itsuki are out. I would prefer more skilled chefs, but I fear we must make due with whom we have."

"And I'm telling you, they can handle it just fine."

"Makihara-sama will be at the breakfast."

"Even better. Even if they don't blow him away personally, it'll be a success if the majority enjoys it."

                                                                            ...

Once everyone went to their rooms, Rika decided to fall face down on the bed.

"And where am I going to sleep, now that you have taken the bed?" Masaru glared.

"Uh, next to me? There's plenty of room," Rika blinked.

"HUH!?"

"Come on, we won't do anything, unless you want to," Rika teased as she pulled back her bra.

"RI- RIKA!?"

"I'm so happy you've begun to look at me more."

Masaru paused and uncovered his eyes to see a calm and serene Rika. He began to inch closer.

"Why do you look so- so..."

"So what?" Rika asked.

"Serene!" Masaru blushed.

"Because you've begun to truly fall in love with me. The old you never would have said the things that employee told me you said, nor would the old you have stopped the match back then."

"LOVE!?"

"Heh, guess you're still a bit too innocent in romance, but you're getting ever so closer. Just so you know, I truly do love you Masaru."

Masaru trembled as he slowly approached the bed.

"We can put a long pillow in the middle. You also don't need to tell me your feelings right away," Rika smiled.

"No, I respect your skill. If sleeping together will improve it, then we'll sleep together," Masaru blushed.

"Heh, so innocent. Don't worry, since I respect you too, we'll both keep our virginity tonight."

"V- VIRGINITY!?"

"Let's just take a nice long snooze. We'll wake up in the afternoon and hear the praises for our staff," Rika smiled as she drifted off to sleep.

Masaru trembled, but ultimately closed his eyes and fell asleep next to Rika.