Minase Iori kicked her feet against the leg of the table. "I'm bored!" she announced. "Somebody should come here and entertain me."
"Deko-chan should entertain herself, is what Miki thinks," came the voice of the near-sleeping Hoshii Miki. The blonde idol burrowed deeper into her pillow and yawned.
"Don't call me 'Deko-chan', you," Iori snapped. "And why would I entertain myself if I can have other people do it for me?"
"Deko-chan is lazy," Miki taunted. She closed her eyes and smirked.
"You're the lazy one," Iori muttered.
For the time being, the two girls and Akizuki Ritsuko were the only ones in the agency. The other girls had been busy all day, but Miki had been given a break and Iori was coming down with a cold, so they'd ordered the young girl to stay home. Despite Ritsuko's repeated warnings, Iori had been determined to show up at the agency and be of some use after all. She sneezed.
Miki yawned again and sat up. "Are you OK?" she asked. "You should have stayed home like Ritsuko…san said,"
Iori waved her hand dismissively. "It's nothing big. Just a tiny little cold. If you were given a break, why are you here?"
"Miki wanted to stop by and sleep on the couch here. It's much more comfy then Miki's bed, but maybe that's just because Miki is so used to it," Miki answered.
"Go home," Iori lashed. "No one asked for you to come." She sneezed again.
"No one told Deko-chan to come either," Miki pointed out. "Deko-chan is so mean. You know what Miki thinks? Miki bets you couldn't be nice to one single person in this agency just once in your life."
Iori raised an eyebrow at the older girl. Miki nodded decisively and lay back down.
"How much are we talking about?" Iori questioned her.
Miki blinked. "You mean…the bet? Um, 5,000 yen. Miki would bet you 5,000 yen that you can't help one single person in this agency."
Iori sniffed. "Of course I could! I accept."
Miki smirked and sat up. "OK, but since you're friends with Yayoi-chan she doesn't count. Or does she…? Ooh, Miki has an idea!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. "Miki thinks Deko-chan should help everyone in the agency with one problem, and get a signed piece of paper telling what you did and verifying that you did it, and when you have all fourteen papers signed—"
"Fourteen?!" Iori gasped. "Um, let's see…Ami, Mami, Yayoi-chan, that Makoto, you, Azusa-san, Hibiki, Haruka, Chihaya, Takane, and Yukiho…that's only eleven!"
"Deko-chan, you forgot Honey, Kotori-san, and Ritsuko…san," Miki sighed. "They're part of the agency too, and Miki thinks you should help them too if you want your 5,000 yen."
Iori cried out in shock and annoyance. "Th-that's too much! How long do I have to do this?"
Miki placed a finger on her lip. "Hm…Miki will give Deko-chan…" She trailed off. "Miki doesn't know."
"Three days," Iori demanded. "Give me three days. No…four!"
"OK," Miki agreed. Then she curled up on the couch and fell asleep.
Iori moaned in irritation. "Four days…let's see, there are fourteen of them, so fourteen divided by four…if I do four for the first two days and three the last two, I'll have it all done in time! Or maybe I should do four, three, four, three. Yeah…that'll work." Smiling proudly at her good judgment. Iori eagerly awaited her first "victim".
Almost on cue, Hagiwara Yukiho ran into the room, crying and out of breath.