[h3]FINAL(Part 4 of 4 of Collaboration)[/h3]

"..."

Sasaki just sat at the seat that he'd pulled up in front of Kotori's desk and buried his face in his unclothed arms. He made a stressed out noise that sounded akin to that of a dying animal. He could not even right now. His ability to even was nonexistent. There was nothing but the hollow feeling of 'this is fucking stupid'. He was silent, as if crying on the inside for a few moments. Though 'crying' was perhaps not the best word for what was going through his mind. More like 'punching and/or hitting things really fucking hard but in a different way than Bang and his boxing'.

Finally, Sasaki got out of his 'mopey' rut and leaned back into his chair, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He got out of the seat, pushed his glasses up, approached the mopey-looking megane, and spoke, "Namashiya-chan, I did enjoy the book but... I can't take it. It just wouldn't be right of me." Not only was getting it back the reason this detention farce had began and bestowed upon him a sufficiently powerful headache, it obviously meant quite a lot to her. That, and the whole detention business didn't really bother the delinquent at all.

Sasaki held out the troublesome blue novel in question, "Don't worry, Kotori-chan. I forgive you."

[i]Kotori[/i] – [u]A Trapped Songbird[/u]
 
Once Sunye released the songbird’s collar from her malicious grasp, Kotori slumped back down into her seat. She didn’t dare move nor did she dare to even say a thing; rather, she simply folded her fingertips back together as another girl chastised Sunye for her actions in the little songbird’s defense. Soon all would blow over, this entire conflict at hand. At least she could pray for something similar of the sort, so that she could go back to being invisible. 
 
Yet this seemed not to be a choice as the giant known as Sasaki settled his frustrated head upon her desk. A frustrated lament was that which could explain his state, it was easy to see and judging by the actions of his sister as peculiar as they were, such a lament was more than understandable.
 
What was she supposed to do?
 
Before she could even possibly think of a viable train of thought to at least make some sense of the madness that surrounded her, Sasaki spoke after he stood in front of her. Reaching into his coat hanging upon the chair, the little blue covered book that had started this whole disaster came into view. And he explained that he couldn’t take it and he was even so kind as to forgive her for her transgressions. Something struck within her, it struck deeply, mercilessly no less. In spite of everything that she had caused, this boy held enough kindness in his heart to forgive her mistakes without even the slightest hesitation.
 
[color=662d91]“Kirima-san.”[/color] She began quietly, mildly as always.  Slowly rising from own seat that she stood in front of him face to face, looking up to him as he still held out the book. Hesitantly at first, her slender pianist’s fingertips gently passed beneath his own as he held the book towards her. Warmly, the shy girl held his hand but for a brief moment, and with a simple, but significant motion she pushed the book back into his chest.
 
[color=662d91]“If you started reading it and enjoyed it, keep it. I insist.”[/color] Kotori added softly, holding the book there against him even while his much larger hand easily dwarfed hers. [color=662d91]“The Grimm Tales is one of my favorite books, and I’ve read it many times. I know some of the stories in it by heart.”[/color] Quipping an almost shameful but beautiful smile, the little Songbird simply ended with such before ending her dissent to his decision.
 
[color=662d91]“Enjoy it, and keep it. Consider it my thanks for being one of the first to show me kindness in this odd place.”[/color]

[i]-But if Stalin didn't give them a chance in the first place, then there was no reason for that meeting to ever work in the first place.[/i]

Bang contemplated as some random topics flew across his head. For some reason, he found the hot topic of communism to be so intriguing. And it wasn't like he wanted to care too much about such topics; he simply had the habit of keeping his thought process consistently generating things to think about. Such habits allowed him to remain highly alert in activities such as boxing.

[i]Well, it is sort of their fault to literally drop the bomb in the first place,[/i] he continued to think as he straightened his back. [i]I mean, Stalin sort of went like "Ey Ima go kick buttsies at the front line" and then FDR sort of went like "NUH UH, we're going to take the spotlight." Kind of weird how I'm thinking about all of this in the same place that was eventually bombed-[/i]

The boxer eventually woke up from his train of thoughts when the sound of a dying animal somehow reached his ears.

Dying animals? Bang nearly bolted up from his detention seat, only to realize that it was the milkman, Sasuke Kojima.

[i]Ah ha- if it's him, then all is well.[/i]

And so, Bang sat. His eyes remained locked onto Sasaki* as the iron giant stood up and handed a book over to Kotori.

Bang realized that he was watching an accurate live-action representation of a trade session.

{Sasaki wants to trade with you! "Random Ass Book" - Would you like to trade?}

The boxer watched Kotori push back the book to Sasaki's chest. A bit strange, considering how the boy was shirtless. Nevertheless, he concluded that Kotori was asexual and was immune to feeling shy about such actions.

{You have declined the trade.}

[i]...But the question is what Sasuke Kojima wanted to trade in the first place,[/i] Bang thought, his thought-process beginning to work its wonders again. [i]Perhaps he wanted to trade that book with another book. Or maybe a porn mag. Or maybe they wanted to talk about Stalin.[/i]

And thus, Bang returned to his endless cycle of communism debates.

Bang's sleeveless shirt somehow ended up covering his body once more, despite the fact that it had been torn apart by the edgy and bloody man he sparred with at the gymnasium.

"But what about vodka and the Russian language itself? There are two dialects of Russian; drunk and sober. It seems that Stalin-"
"Chi Ni, mind doing me a favor?" Kazeno had long abandoned trying to prevent Ria from stripping.
"What?" Chi Ni playfully asked as the demon spirit sat down on his desk.
"If you going to read someone's mind. At least have them be sane."

Kazeno plunked his head as Chi Ni searched for someone else to go mind read. The boy wasn't enjoying his stay in detention, part of it was plain borning, the other part was just plain weird. There was a stripper, a man debating about communism and many others that he could no longer afford to give a shit about due to the failing economy.

"Oh, hey, I think the song bird is going to be a love bird." Chi Ni said as she scanned around the room like a radar.
"Can I tell you something?" Kazeno slowly stood up as the demon spirt girl put on a puzzling face.

Kazeno inhaled deeply and channeled his inner mantra that he didn't knew he had and shouted, "PARAGADE, I CHOOSE YOU!"

His faithful duck zoomed through the window with  velocity impooisble for nay normal duck and smack Chi Ni in the head. Kazneo sighed as he sat down, ignoring the duck currently stuck in Chi Ni's mouth. Kazeno took out a notebook to doodle on as Chi Ni freed her mouth from the wrath of Paragade the duck, "Fuck you writer, fuck you. It isn't funny." 
"Chi Ni." Kazeno kicked her in the shin, "Shut up."

[h3]Rocks and Ice[/h3]

While everything is nice, Ria conversed well with Otome-sensei whose name she doesn't know very well so she just calls her Otome-sensei. Right now she can feel and sense the heat energy emitting from her classmates whether AIM or not, as a cryomaster she feels it.

Suddenly she feels a strong heat that's about to wreak havor, everything was happening in slow motion; in Ria's point of view it represents danger, spacing out from everyone. "Everybody get out now!"  Fast calculations processed; Ria stomps her foot to the ground creating ice hands that holds everyone together.