42 Drafted - Part 6 (2/2)
”Huh? I dunno. I don't stare at her tits. Momo's are the only ones that matter! Maybe Chase would know. Dude loves himself some tits.”
”Hmmm… Actually, club was cancelled yesterday wasn't it? The only person who would've been here yesterday is the person who was hiding out here in the first place…”
”…”
Nah, maybe I'm overthinking this.
There's no way Chase would break his oath.
Absolutely not. There's a zero percent chance of that happening.
”Oh by the way Nick-kun. Did you realize something from Scarlet's story?”
”Ah, you mean the misunderstanding we've had all this time?”
”So you noticed too, huh?”
Yeah. Judging by her words, it seems that we've been misunderstanding a few things about the love triangle going on with Jack, Chase and Scarlet. It wasn't two people battling for Chase's affection, but Scarlet's.
Which in turn, means that…
”Chase-dono isn't a trap after all…”
He looks down in despair.
All of those Astolfo lewds are gone forever.
And for what?
Some ridiculous misunderstanding we had because we were on some kind of trap-high that day?
How stupid.
Poor Sig…
”It's okay man… We'll rebuild that folder for you from scratch. Don't let it bother you.”
”…”
”Uh… Sig?”
”Hey, Nick-kun.”
”Y-yeah? What's up dude?”
”Let's turn Chase into a trap.”
”Huh… Huh?”
”Let's turn Chase into a trap.”
”Wait wait, slow down. What the hell are you saying right now?”
”Let's turn Chase into a…”
”I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TWO TIMES!”
I scratch my head.
Okay great leader, calm down. Just hear him out calmly. You can do this.
”What the hell are you on about?”
”Well, this whole thing just gave me an idea. Chase isn't really a cross-dresser, right? But we both still thought so without him ever implying it. Doesn't that mean we both think he'd make a good trap?”
”W-well…”
”Man, there's no shame in it. Just admit it. You've been looking at him differently these past few days. You've been thinking 'damn, I wonder what he looks like in girl's clothes'.”
”Ugh, dammit Sig! We're the 'Fated Ones'! We can't be lead astray by such impure thoughts!”
”Exactly!”
As he exclaims this, he pulls an exercise book out of the pile of books he was digging through.
”Ah, you found the holy text! Excellent work. Now, allow me…”
I reach out to grab it from him, but he pulls it away.
”Nick-kun… How about it? We make him cross-dress once. Just so that we don't keep asking ourselves about what could have been.”
”Sig…”
”Think about it! In one year, no. In perhaps even less than that, puberty might hit him like a truck! His shoulders will square out, his voice will deepen, and he'll get taller! Do you really want to be asking yourself what he could have looked like in girl's clothes back then?!”
”…”
”Don't live your life with regret! I know I won't! I want to do it! I'm gonna make Chase Masters into a trap!”
”…”
”You're right, Sig.”
”Nick-kun..!”
”Ahh dammit, fine. Goddammit! The two of us are just a bunch of homos, aren't we?”
Just after we came to the conclusion that liking traps is gay… How on earth did it turn to this?
”There's nothing wrong with being a gay, remember? And besides, it's only for a little while. After we finally observe it with our own two eyes, we can go back to staring at anime boobs just like we usually do. But for now…”
”Yeah. Just for now, we're going full homo.”
We bump our fists.
We're sorry, Chase. But this too, is something we need to do.
For the survival of the 'Fated Ones'.