Into the cafeteria strode [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psUCeAyu8kQ]Ryuji Monshiro[/url], grace and confidence rolling from her petite form in near-palpable waves. Behind her followed her intimidating and ever-loyal butler, Herman Hellsing, walking with his head held high, yet ever-wary of potential threats to his mistress. Students caught sight of the elegant, silver-haired girl, and many soon rushed to her side, each trying to gain her attention for one reason or another. Hellsing tensed, but did not discourage their advance. If Monshiro was perturbed in any way by the sudden crowd, she did not show it, as she calmly answered each of the calls for her attention one by one.

"Mon-sama, can I get your tray for you?"

"Oh, no thank you, I'll be retrieving my own tray today"

"Monshiro-sama, I saved a seat for you."

"Thank you, that is very kind, but I have business with the student council this hour."

"M-Mon-sama! Please marry me!"

"If you're serious, you'll ask my father, brother and elder sister for my hand."

The crowd began to thin, and Monshiro made her way to the serving line. Students ahead of her bowed out of the way, allowing her to quickly make her way to the front. The student serving meals was quite tall, and quickly noticed Hellsing, stood to Monshiro's right. The student gave an uneasy glance to the butler, who returned his gaze with his signature sinister gleam in his eye. The student swallowed, now apprehensive, but brought himself to speak to the terrifying man.

"H-Hellsing-san, are you here for Mon-sama's tray?"

Hellsing said nothing, but casted a gaze down to his left, and a loud voice cleared its throat. "Ahem, down here."

The serving student looked down over the glass partition to notice Monshiro, whose mere 142 centimeters of height barely brought her into his peripheral vision. "O-Oh! Mon-sama, sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"That's quite alright, no harm done."

"Here's your tray, we made sure you got something special today."

"You have my gratitude. Remind me of your name again?"

"Kumagi Mitsuru."

"I will not forget it."

With that, Monshiro departed the line with her tray, laden with various sweet pastries and fruits, and marched back toward the designated Student Council dining table, where she seated herself amiable in the middle. Hellsing stood behind her, still ever vigilant of the teeming numbers of students in the room. There seemed to be an unusually high number of unsavory types in the room for some reason, but Monshiro paid them little mind. She awaited the Student Council president's daily address, and the arrival of one Zaibatsumaru Ginko, a personage with whom she had business to discuss.

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In one dilapidated corner of the cafeteria, crowded around a few pushed-together tables, sat the gang known as the Sheer Heart Attacks. White leather, shining golden accessories, slick pompadours and surly dispositions marked the members of the notorious group. Fresh-faced juniors fluttered about the perimeter of the gathering, blooded members stood shoulder to shoulder, leaned on walls, or sat around lackadaisically, and the seniors sat together at the core of the gathering, with their leader, the man known as Crazy Diamond, at the very center. Banter and chatter prevailed, with members passing around cigarettes, bits of horrifying school lunches, or whatever packaged food or home-cooked meals they managed to smuggle in. Other students kept their distance, even disciplinary members; the Sheer Heart Attacks weren't some upstart group, they had a reputation, and knew how to put the squeeze on people when needed.

Despite the chaos at the gathering, Yoshikage Kintaro was unusually still. He rested his head on his tented hands, deep in thought. He usually only showed up at school two or three times a week, but today was special. Near-on the whole gang was in attendance, and so they had their full forces available for... something. Kintaro had received a cryptic invitation that one girl, Eiko, a sukeban with a reputation rougher than Kintaro's own. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he was already apprehensive.