--- DB Sommer <sommer@3rdm.net> wrote:

Osaka: Evil Mastermind. I guess it could work.

Evil...?

---

Chiyo collapsed into her penguin.  Another day was
coming to a close - and, thankfully, Osaka had not yet
thought to challenge the logic of a 24 hour cycle to
things.  Chiyo didn't think she could handle her duty
if she had to be up for a week straight on top of it,
and that was how long it would take to set that
straight if Osaka lost interest quickly.

For every power, there was an equal and opposite
power.  She should have known this would apply to the
strange magic the girls had been granted.  Tomo,
Yomi...Chiyo struggled just to remember her former
classmates' names, let alone what powers they had
selected.  It felt like eons since she had seen them,
although in truth it had only been about half a year.
In all that time, all that mattered was her order
versus the chaos that was Osaka.

She was pretty certain Osaka meant no malice, not to
her or anyone else.  Osaka was Osaka, and if that
meant anyone with pigtails could fly in spite of the
laws of aerodynamics, so be it.  Actually, that change
had been quite useful and popular; Chiyo did not
challenge it, although she did tweak it so that
propellors did not have to be reshaped into pigtails
to work.  And Sakaki certainly seemed to enjoy being a
catgirl.  But creating aliens to turn Tokyo Bay into
jello was an inconvenience at best, and that
Godzilla-sized marshmallow almost killed thousands of
people.

But sometimes, Osaka was just too much.  Turning all
the marble in downtown Tokyo into marbled ice cream,
for instance: the slight melting of the buildings
before Chiyo changed them back forced an evacuation.
And then there were those who Osaka simply wished
away - people, uncountable in number, whose lives and
histories and families were completely unknown to
Chiyo and now could never be known, yet she would have
had to have those details to recreate them.  Chiyo
cried herself to sleep the first time she witnessed
this type of "murder"; by now, she had no more tears.
She barely even noticed when Osaka revamped her own
house.  Chiyo hoped her mama and papa had wound up
somewhere nice, and credited her lack of anguish at
their absence to stress.  Surely, Osaka would not
resort to deliberately rewriting her friend, a tactic
Chiyo would never-

Yes she would.  She had to.  This had gone on long
enough.  People were dying, and many more would unless
Chiyo stopped Osaka.  There was no other way.

It took a minor effort of will to bend reality,
shifting herself to Osaka's location.  A wasteland of
desks, for now, Osaka sitting at one with her head on
the pillow.  In the distance, Chiyo could barely see
the blackboard, truly black in the manner of black
holes consuming everything in their path...

"Sorry, Osaka."  Chiyo could barely believe the
raspiness of her voice, but then, she had barely used
it in months, favoring instead sheer acts of
willpower.  She reached down to grab Osaka's neck,
hoping she had the strength to snap it before Osaka
woke, or before she could get second thoughts about
it.

Osaka jolted awake at Chiyo's touch.  She smiled,
hugged Chiyo back, and then there was just Chiyosaka.

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