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It was dusk. Midori Mifune stood on the veranda of her posh KangNam condo and surveyed the throngs below. Conservative estimates placed the crowd at 800,000 but Sophie had assured her that there were more than two million people on the ground, looking to march under her banner and that of her generals. The question was, were they worthy of the task?
Microphones were placed and as a spotlight hit her face, Midori clutched one hand to her chest, while her other arm was lifted into the air in a fist. She sang out, "Don't cry for me...South Korea..." Behind her back, Frequency, Sophie and Edessa exchanged looks. Midori then lifted both hands into the air and continued, "Don't cry for me, South Korea...the truth is, Dong Bang boys need you...to come together...across the nations...so cut the bullshit...or face retribution...
Thank you, thank you all for coming. In approximately two hours, you will all be sorted into five forces. The Jaejoong Corps, The Yunho Corps, the Yoochun Corps, the Junsu Corps and the Changmin Corps. I am your commander-in-chief, Midori Mifune."
She paused, and continued. "But before we begin, I want to show you how serious I am about saving our boys. So I would like to address the antifans that I know are in the audience." A chorus of boos broke out. "We all like to pretend that you don't exist, but you do exist, don't you? Our beloved leader-sshi Yunho has learned of you firsthand. And recently, another band that many of us cared about was torn apart because of you pathetic wastes of space. So, to thank you for forcing Park Jaebom out of 2pm and signing petitions urging him to kill himself, I have brought a special present all the way from America just for you."
Midori giggled and lifted a single finger into the air. Immediately, missiles rose out of the roof of the building she was in and pointed straight at the crowd. "Now for all you people who still have blood pumping in and out of your heart, you have nothing to worry about. But you antifans...well, as we in Japan like to say, "Sayonara, Motherfuckers!"
The missiles fired into the crowd and exploded over the heads of the masses. Most people felt nothing. But the anti-antifan missiles are guided both by technological and psychological auras that surround each person. No one was spared for their cruelty. When all was said and done, 4000 lay in comas reliving the pain they had inflicted on others again and again. Initially, bystanders were horrified, but slowly, a stronger feeling came over them; that of respect. Midori spoke once more. "Be ready for your sorting in two hours. That is all," and with that, she walked away from the podium.
Edessa was aghast. she stopped the other three women and addressed Midori specifically. "How could you do something like that?"
Midori smiled and responded, "Because I'm evil." She walked past Edessa and sat down in her dining room to take part in some sashimi. Edessa turned to the other women and protested, "How could you let her do that?"
Frequency rolled her eyes but Sophie looked straight at Edessa. "Because we're not."
