Linky's Fics

Other Plans

Fandom: Kamen Rider Gotchard

Character(s) and/or Pairing(s): Atropos & Clotho & Lachesis

Rating: G

Word Count: 340

Contents: Genfic, High School AU, Crack Treated Seriously

Notes: Done for precuretokuprompt. Prompt was: Kamen Rider Gotchard, any, Dark Sisters High School AU. My vision for this AU fic is everything is pretty much the same, but what if the sisters went to the academy + furasu high.

Summary: The sisters have school work to do. Lachesis has other plans.

Also On: Ao3, Dreamwidth

Clotho slammed her fist onto the table, sending shock waves across the study hall. Thankfully, it was only her and her sisters. “This is ridiculous! Why are we doing this instead of furthering our plans?!”

“This will further our plans.” Atropos spoke coolly. “You must have faith in the process, Clotho.”

“I don’t see what doing math homework is going to accomplish for us.” She huffed.

“The more we assimilate into this school, the easier it will become opening the Door to Darkness.”

Another huff, Clotho slouched back into her seat. She understood where Atropos was coming from. Though her preferred methods were more of the “punch first, and answer quiz questions later” variety. If she had it her way, she’d have beaten everyone in this school into a pulp already.

All the while, Lachesis sat there attending to cleaning her jaw harp. Clearly not caring about the pre algebra papers in front of her. There was a smirk on her face that was impossible to miss.

Atropos turned to her. Glancing up and down, her sister’s body language made it even more obvious her mind was elsewhere.

“…And just what are you plotting, Lachesis?”

“That unruly mutt annoyed me in our previous cooking class. Acting like he knows everything, and turns his food purple, no less.” She tilted her head up, looking down at her sisters with a gleam in her eyes. “I’m going to exact my revenge on him.”

“Did he make your food purple?” Clotho raised an eyebrow.

“No, but I’d much rather prefer that over the harsh words he gave my assignment.” Taking out a tiny glass bottle, “This will make his food taste more bitter than anything he can possibly say to me. So I’m afraid I don’t have time for this.”

Getting up, her heels clicked against the tile of the floor as she left. Atropos and Clotho slowly turned back towards each other.

Looks like it was up to the two of them to be the ones to complete the task at hand.