Lesson Learned

You're my Accomplice

She relaxed, leaning against the desk. "Well, I am planning to go into an advertisement—that's the real corporate evil right there." Her smile grew into a smirk. "I bet I could increase robotic sales by 50%."

"Software is where the real control lies," Ritsu replied, smiling brighter. "We get control of that market and we'll have the world eating out of our hand within ten years."

Mitsuko laughed. "Yeah, we'll work on it."

"Yes." Ritsu nodded firmly. "But first, let's deal with your dad," she said. "Nakamura explained the basics to me."

She nodded, sitting up straighter. "I need to find out where my dad is hiding that money, and preferably fast—think you can pull it off?"

Ritsu's smile grew wicked. "Well...I may, or may not, have installed spyware on the Principal's computer when Nagisa hooked me up last week."

Mitsuko's eyes lit up. "Oh, wow, you're really embracing that teenage rebellion there."

Ritsu winked. "How could I pass up such an opportunity?" She twirled and transformed into a hacker's disguise with large glasses and a beanie hat to top it off. "It might take a day or two to run a few traces and crack a few passwords, but I'll find that money."

"You're terrifying." Mitsuko grinned. "I love it."

Ritsu giggled and transformed back into a summer dress. "I know! World domination is going to be easy!"

She chuckled, feeling warm. "Yeah, yeah it will." She touched the screen. "Partners in crime?"

She smiled warmly and touched her side of the screen so their hands were matched. "Yes." Her smile grew. "Your dad has no idea who he's dealing with!"

***

Mitsuko sighed, forcing herself to pay attention in class while the lesson droned on at 70 miles per hour.

"Asano-san!" The teacher snapped.

She grimaced, struggling not to glare at him. "Yes, sir?"

Mr Hisaya seemed hellbent on holding a grudge it seemed since he wouldn't stop glaring at her like she'd killed his puppy or something.

"Find the answer!" He tapped his ruler against the board.

Mitsuko raised an eyebrow and glanced at the board quickly.

Okay...Oh, come on! These guys are still studying basic macroeconomics policies?

She wanted to bash her head against the table.

Be good.

Mitsuko took a deep breath to compose herself. "It's the Fiscal Policy, it's the sister strategy to the monetary policy."

Class A's teacher looked like he wanted to murder her. "Very good."

Then he started writing even faster on the board.

Mitsuko rolled her eyes and continued writing.

"Hey," Juba whispered next to her.

She frowned and look over. "What is it?"

Juba looked nervous, adjusting his glasses. "C-could you help explain—"

"WHO IS TALKING AT THE BACK!?!" Hisaya-sensei made them all jump when he whipped around.

Juba flinched and practically hid under his desk.

Mitsuko glared at the teacher at the front.