Abuse of Power

| Abuse Of Power |


On one uncertain day...

"Your power is of illusions, and casting them on people, right?" Chiaki asked Midori.

"Why yes, Matsuda-sempai," The green puella magi replied. "That's what I can do. Why the sudden interest?"

"Can you recast it on me?"

"Er, yeah, there's no reason that stops you from falling under my influence again."

"Good. I want you to recast it on me right now." Midori looked happy at this request. Why? Chiaki could not tell.

"Ah I don't know what to use as scenery, since this is a request..." She worried aloud.

"Very well, I will tell you. A bedroom with lots of plush animals, teddy bears specifically. A bed with seven pillows. This bed will be where the majority of teddy bears are located. A desk with a lamp and a built in digital computer. Shelves and dressers elsewhere."

"W-wow! That's detailed of you, Matsuda-sempai."

"Chiaki, Midori. We're not on duty."

"Ah..." Midori blushed. "A moment, Mat- Chiaki, as I whip up that spell."

A moment passed as Midori regained herself and fulfilled Chiaki's request. The room melted, reforming as the described bedroom. Chiaki stood near the bed, still in her costume. It somehow felt natural. She studied the room. A mistake was found. Chiaki forgot about the window over the bed, but otherwise it was perfect. Chiaki's heart thumped with excitement.

"I want you in here." Midori appeared by the desk, chuckling in the way people do when they've made a mistake and know it.

"Ehehe, this was so sudden. I'm forgetting some things."

"That's alright, you're here now." Chiaki said to the illusionist, her voice at that permanent deadpan tone. Midori wavered. Attention from Murderface was a softspot for her. Chiaki stared at her for a minute flat.

"Can you change your attire?" Midori's eyebrows gravitated up to her hairline.

"Yeah." She was full of suspicion and defensive.

"It's nothing sexual. I want you to wear this," and she described it. The uniform that the nearest school wore. Midori reproduced it, the iconic design snapping into reality around her body, replacing her previous clothes. She twirled, examining it and showing off.

"Eheheheh... I wouldn't have guessed you were into this, but I guess it fits with your puella magi costume... Uh, now what do you have in mind...?" Midori was a smart girl. She had to be to survive what she's been through. Using her brain power she put one into one into one into one and got herself, Chiaki, and their soulgems. Midori bit her inner thumbnail. Chiaki's eyes traveled from her neck to her thigh and back up again before nodding her approval.

"Now I want you to change your hair and eye color to bubblegum pink and amber, respectively."

"Wh-what?!"

"You can't do it? I remember you acting as Iori's best friend flawlessly."

"That was different! This is all unexpected..."

"Do it, for me, please?" Midori glared at her. When Chiaki started to believe she wouldn't change, Midori's hair and eyes turned pink and amber.

"Don't ask for anymore changes. I... I feel degraded, even with your desires I feel this way now." Midori silently warned. Chiaki nodded vigorously, apparently very happy with it.

"Act innocent now." She didn't hear her at all.

"No, this is too much, even for me. I'm ending this right no-"

"I'll kill you." That froze Midori.

"You wouldn't... especially after Siberia."

"I will if you don't fulfill this. I may be ensnared by you but that won't stop the kill trigger from making the connection." Deadpan as always, and twice as serious. Midori mulled over her choices, whether to call her bluff or not, and if she did cave, how badly would their relationship, and her self-pride be?

"Alright. You win." She didn't want to die, and with a sigh full of heavy defeat, acted innocent. Chiaki smirked. Midori was a fine subsitute for the real deal, and a skilled actress; Idol level really.

A single river of blood flowed down from Chiaki's nose.