Charles began to regain his senses, but still lay with his head sideways on the desk. [i]This is it[/i] Charles thought. [i]Everything I've worked on, everyone I've had destroyed, every rumor I've spread. All crumbled. What now? Retreat from the limelight and back off, or try and rebuild my crumbling kingdom?[/i] Charles could hear Seiko snapping, he could hear people whispering and laughing. These were nerds, and he had been completely humbled by them. [i]So much for getting a girlfriend from this freak fest[/i] he thought sadly to himself. Charles watched as the stapler he threw missed Makoto by a mile, and headed straight towards the door. Right at the last minute, somebody opened it and it hit her. [i]Oops[/i] Charles thought.

Then he heard light footsteps coming towards his desk. He felt his hair be wrenched up and he winced in pain as he looked into the face of Matsushima Mitsuko. [i]Oh crap, don't do anything, please...[/i] he thought desperately, trying to work up the strength to raise a fist. But he just couldn't. [b]"I will be blunt, dog. You are here because I have use for you. The second that I decide that the detriment you provide has a higher weight than that use is the second that I break you."[/b] Charles was confused at the frequent use of dog to describe him. [i]How am I a dog?[/i]

[b]"Do you understand that, dog? You are to follow my instructions to the letter, and that is final. If you step out of line and I decide that your presence isn't worth my time anymore, then I'm happy to stop playing this little game. I don't care what you do outside of my club. Cause all the chaos you want, seek revenge, start a fire, it does not matter to me. However, when you are following my instructions, in my organization, you are not to take a step out of line, or I can assure you that you will regret it. Are we clear?"[/b]

Inside Charles, his entire brain was flashing with anger and hatred. His fists curled with rage. But before he could think about striking, his head was dropped back onto the desk and the light footsteps walked away. He was vaguely aware of the lanky boy with long hair saying something to him, but he couldn't be asked to say a witty reply, even thought his mind was flashing with thousands of ways to insult every part about this long haired person.

[i]Why are they not afraid? Why don't they take me seriously? Has this whole empire been an illusion?[/i] 

Charles managed to force one word, although it was very quiet. "Fine.".