[Hisao] The Counterattack: Part 1

Note from the Author: This is all written off the top of my head with minimal planning. I came up with the basis of wanting to create a snowball fight with Kenji and Hisao vs. the girls, and this is the what I've began to come up with.

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Kenji and Hisao Extra: The Counterattack

Part One: The Plan

A single light hanging over the low sitting table. A shade of yellow seeps out of the glass cage surrounding it, sending out waves of dim color across the table. The rest of the room is eerily dark and quiet, almost it was meant to be used for a police interrogation. What could Kenji possibly want from me at this hour? I reflect back on what events lead up to me sitting in this dark room, feeling like a criminal about to get hammered with a ton of questions. Maybe that's what this is; maybe Kenji is just going to waterboard some answers out of me. But what the hell is he looking for from me? What was the point in him knocking on my door at 2 in the morning and grabbing, forcefully I should say, my wrists and dragging me over here?

Out in the early morning, I can faintly make out the sound of wind beating against the side of the male dormitory. Occasionally, you can hear a little clanking sound, as sleet connects with the concrete paths below us. Then, there's the sound of Kenji pacing back and forth on opposite side of the table. I'm sitting here thinking about what he's going to ask me, preparing for the worst. He's prancing around with this villainous grin arising on his lips.

"Hisao, I'm going to go ahead and assume you're questioning why you're here," Kenji begins, still pacing around at the other side of the table. "I'm sure as you can see, there's a fuck ton of snow outside. I've been planning this shit out since the start of winter, man, and I've finally come up with the most genius plan..."

As he trails off, I figure he's giving me a chance to speak.

"Kenji, can you please just tell me why, under any circumstance, you had to wake me up at two in the morning?" I make sure my anger and frustration is easy to hear, even though he obviously doesn't care. I can't believe this couldn't have just waited until the morning, seeing as it's our day off.

Kenji releases a gentle sigh, turning his voice almost into that of a disappointed parent talking to their child.

"Oh Hisao, Hisao, Hisao... just what am I going to do with you? Always so willing to get straight to the point," He chimes, in a bit of a mocking tone. He adjusts his glasses, causing some light to reflect off of them into my face. "Fine. Here's the plan, bro: we've got a good 9 inches of snow outside. I've been keeping tabs on this shit since the storm started two days ago. Now, let me ask you something. What do you think we could do with this massive amount of snow that mother nature has been so gloriously dumped upon us?"

I'm not following. Not one. Single. Bit.

"Kenji, it's two in the morning. I haven't got a damn idea what you're plotting, planning, scheming, or whatever else you've called your ideas." I ramble this out with a yawn. I'm absolutely exhausted. After running with Emi through the ever gaining amounts of snow on the ground yesterday morning, I holed up in my room and stayed warm, trying to fend off the risk of having to walk down into town with Lilly or Hanako. Actually, I shouldn't even say "with" Lilly or Hanako. I would have been churning through that snow all by myself, bringing back things that they put on their grocery list. Good thing nobody bothered to come pay me a surprise visit yesterday.

Kenji decides the passing moments of silence really do confirm that I have no idea what he's planning. He slows his pace now, looking more as if he's trying to focus on some extremely serious matter at hand. "We're going to go on the counter offensive, man. We're going to show all of those damned feminists what we're made of, that we're truly the ones in charge around here!" His face looks like one of triump, his pose almost exactly mimicking that of the famous Captain Morgan stance.

If this wasn't Kenji talking, I would be confused and call the person a psychopath. But, because it's Kenji, I breath out a heavy sigh of remorse. I now completely regret answering my door at two in the morning, and I should have figured out by now that Kenji is the only person who, in their right mind, would wake me up at this hour. I peer over at his digital clock beside his bed; it's beaming out the numbers 2:34 AM in it's bright red color. I've been sitting here in a chair, at a table, with a single dim light illumnating a small portion of the room for over a half an hour. I think it's about time I rush him to the point, because there's obviously no way I'm getting myself out of this now. I take a deep breath before I finally force out the question.

"So what's your 'brilliant' plan, Kenji?"

He stares at me with an even larger grin. Maybe I should have just left rather than sitting through this, because now he's got me cornered and thinks I'm really interested in participating in this.

"I'm glad you've come to your senses and decided to embark on this mission with me," Kenji gibes, treating me as I'm the insane one. "Here's the deal: we're going to wage a snowball war with them that they'll never, and I mean NEVER, forget. With a little bit of preparation tonight, there's no way we will lose, and the feminist agend will once again suffer a staggering defeat!"

At first, I all I can think about is when he mentioned preparing tonight. Was he implying I wasn't going to go back to sleep tonight and was going to have to go out, in the middle of this snow storm, with no real thick winter clothing?

"Wait wait wait, Kenji," I say in a disappointed tone. Not like he'll notice anyways. "Are you saying we're going to be starting this right now? Like, we're going to go outside at..." I peer over at the clock: it reads 2:40 AM. "...2:40 in the morning? Are you being serious right now?" I'm still baffled. This blind bastard is really going to drag me out here and start this 'operation' right now. Great. Now, not only am I not going to get to sleep in, I'm not even going to get a good amount of rest at all.

"Do you have a problem with that, Mr. Nakai? I'm beginning to second guess my initial thoughts on your dedication to this operation." Kenji is becoming upset with me at this point. Not quite sure where to go from here, so I figure I'll let him continue with talking. "Now, are you with me or not? Because if you're not, I'll have to kill you."

He's obviously joking about the killing part, at least I hope. I don't have to worry about getting killed by him, though, because at this point, with a little bit more time to think about this 'operation', I'm actually beginning to like the idea. Oh god, wouldn't it be great to get all of the girls out there, just to surprise them and bombard them with a ton of snowballs? The more I think about it the more I'm thinking about how I could actually end up enjoying this. There is one slight problem though, a hole in the matrix.

"How are we going to get all of the girls to come to the location at the same time?" I question. "I mean, it's going to be extremely difficult to get a bunch of girls who all do participate in completely different activities and don't talk to each other all THAT often to-" That's all I can manage to get out before I get cut off.

"Silence, Hisao. You think I haven't planned this shit out already? I've thought through every possible scenario, every little crease and every little detail is ironed out. You act like my brain isn't constantly filled with golden ideas." Kenji really is one cocky bastard. He is full of shit, but I will commend him on his dedication to his cause. "The plan here is this: You're going to call them all up. Don't try and avoid this shit, because I've already browsed through your contacts and saw which of their names were in there. You've got all of the ones I want: Shizune Hakamichi, Shiina Mikado, Lilly Satou, Emi Ibarazaki, Rin Tezuka, Hanako Ikezawa, Miki Miura and Suzu Suzuki. I've been watching the actions of these 'lovely young women' for quite some time, and I think it's safe to say they're all key parts in the plotting of the feminist agenda. It's your job to get in contact with the enemies and convince them all to gather in the war zone. In fact, the more girls you gather, the more of a long term effect this battle will have on their morale!"

Well this just turned for the worse. Not only does Kenji believe that all of the girls that I've managed to become somewhat close to here at Yamaku are psychopath feminists, I also have to arrange the whole thing. He's got this master plan, and a part of the master plan was to have me create a plan to get these girls outside, in the middle of a snow storm, at the exact same time. Before I can even begin planning how in the world I'm going to get all of the girls to gather at one place outside, Kenji lays another completely frustrating part of his plan on me.

"But, before you get your brilliant plan together to get their crazy asses down here, we've got a bigger piece of the puzzle to attend to: the creation of our fortress. The work on that part of the plan starts right now."

Glancing over at the clock, for what seems like the hundredth time, I read the bright red numbers to myself.

2:52 AM.

This could prove to be more difficult than I thought.