Disclaimee: I own neither the characters nor the series.

This is more of a prologue and is unneeded for the main story.

Omake 1:

Junko and Mukiro's cases

"You gotta be more careful, man!"

"Haha, sorry Oowada-kun."

Makoto could only laugh at the extreme misfortune that had happened to him. They were in the middle of a carpentry elective and he had somehow gotten wood glue spilled all over his hands. Thankfully, Mondo was also in the same class.

Now, if only there was a less embarrassing way for him to show his care. "Really, you don't have to carry me around!" Naegi protested. Currently, the biker was holding him up front as if Naegi was some sort of bomb. Naegi, himself, was stretching his arms forward, palms wide open and hands completely covered in a sticky substance.

"Don't underestimate wood glue! If I don't do this, you're just going to trip on something and get all the wood shavings and splinters on the floor stuck to your hands which will be a pain in the ass to remove, believe me." As much as Makoto wanted to disagree, Mondo had a point. The gang leader could show some cleverness if he wanted to. "I'll just hold you like this till we get a place you could wash it off.:

When they reached the door, Mondo thought of adjusting his hold on the boy so that he'd carry Naegi with one arm around Naegi's waist and use his other to open the door. However, his worries were spared as someone else opened the door and walked in.

Right into Makoto's sticky fingers.

"Wassup, Bit-", Enoshima Junko stopped and blinked her expression uncharacteristically blank as her gaze slowly lowered to the source of heat wrapped around her breasts. She blinked once. Twice. Then with a bored tone, "Huh, didn't see that coming."

There was a second of silence before a high-pitched shriek echoed throughout the room.

"Kyaaaahhh!"

"E-Enoshima-san?!"

"Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck…"

"Ew! Ew! Ew! Gross! Gross! Gross!" spat out Junko as she wrapped both of her hands around the boy's wrists and tried to pull away from his grasp. Unfortunately, they barely budged.

Her brain told her an immediate analysis of the situation. The shorty's hands had become covered in wood glue and, despairingly, had got caught on her blazer, her inside shirt, her bra, and even the skin because she had left the top part open which allowed the hand to somehow touch each layer. Why did she even bother doing that again? Ah, yes, it was to soak in the despair her girl classmates felt when they saw what she was packing.

Still, that kind of despair did not help her in this situation, so she accepted another despair: Asking help from her sister. "Mukuro-nee, I choose you! Use "Knife" and cut this shit off!"

"Wha-?!" Before Makoto could even react, a hunting knife was immediately above his wrists. Luckily for him, Mukuro had stopped right before when she realized her target had been Naegi.

She withdrew the knife and turned between Junko and Naegi, unsure of what to do. "Um…Junko-chan?"

"Oh my god! Can you even be more of a disappointment?" half-screamed Junko, still trying to pull away the shorter boy's wrists. At this point, she didn't care if it hurt or tore her uniform (and like she gave a fuck if her actions hurt him in return). She couldn't believe her disappointment of a sister couldn't even cut a guy's frikkin hands off?

Mukuro just bowed her head in shame before deciding to help. She put one hand on her sister's shoulder and used her other to hold the boy's wrist. She gave one sharp push with her full strength in both directions, hoping it didn't hurt the two too much.

With a sound like Velcro being torn apart, the hand was removed however what Mukuro didn't expect was Naegi's flailing. The boy hadn't expected the sudden force and so his arm, offset by the sudden force moved to the side and his still somewhat sticky palm landed flat on Mukuro's left breast.

"A-ah! Ikusaba-san! I'm sorry!"

"How disappointing can you be!? You can't even do this right? You even tore my clothes!" yelled Junko as she used one hand to cover the now exposed breast while the other continued it's attempt to free her other breast.

"…" Mukuro had no response, her too busy brain short-circuiting from the feeling of Naegi's palm grasping her chest. 'Naegi-kun's hand…. Naegi-kun's hand… Naegi-kun's hand… Naegi-kun's hand.. Naegi-kun's hand…"

All this time, Oowada Mondo, who was still awkwardly holding Naegi up, wanted to yell at everyone to calm the hell down but the brief flash of Enoshima's bare breast made him look away with a blush. However, he knew that he was the only one who could solve this mess. Daiya wouldn't have allowed a woman to be so slighted. So, with his pride as a man on the line, he spoke up,

"Oy! Will you two knock it off and let me just-"

"Eh, why are you all blocking the door way?

Mondo froze as he heard a familiar high-pitched voice. The three of them (Mukuro was still elsewhere) turned to see the small form of Fujisaki Chihiro outside in the hallway. It took only the programmer a second to take in the current situation, eyes widening in surprise.

"Oy! Get this guy off me!"

"Fukisaki-san, this isn't-!"

"Kid, this is not what-!"

However, none of their words mattered as Chihiro did an immediate 180 and ran away. However, after taking a few steps, Chihiro looked back and, with a hint of red on Chihiro's cheeks, made a single declaration, before continuing the retreat:

"M-mondo no ecchi."

Whatever help Makoto would have gotten from the biker disappeared as Mondo gasped harshly, as if he had just taken a punch to the gut. Even if his hold on Makoto was still there, it was clear all spirit in Mondo had died.

And so Naegi Makoto was stuck in a situation where two of the people around him weren't responsive and the other was yelling explicative at him.

It was only Ishimaru coming along, his Kyodai-sense tingling, that was able to make sense of the situation but it cost the luckster a month's worth of detentions.

Omake 2:

Celestia's case

If there was one word to collectively describe the girls in the 78th class, it would be determination. The glamorous world of idols and models was cut throat and required hard sacrifice to be able to stay on top. Detectives and Soldiers were expected to be able to do days long stake outs, waiting for their targets. Swimmers and Martial Artists had to constantly push themselves to the limit and then were expected to break said limits..

As for Celes? While it was true that gambling, anything really, required some form of determination, the cards nor tiles won't turn in your favor if you just "believed" hard enough. Gambling in life was not the same as those found in Yamada's books. It was more luck and strategy than anything.

However, while she couldn't' say the same for her talent, Yasuhiro Taeko equaled the determination to rival her classmates when it came to her persona. The pretty doll that was Celestia Ludenburg was the perfect gambler that only showed what she allowed. She did not eat but dine. She did not drink but sip.

And, of course, someone as perfect as her did not need to use the bathroom. It did not fit her image at all and she had only used "the bathroom card" if she was desperate enough and needed it for her plan. That was why she could hold her bladder in for hours on end without even showing any discomfort on her face. It also didn't help that she didn't want to get her complicated gothic attire dirty, so she didn't often go into just any bathroom.

However, there were times when nature was insufferably difficult just like now.

She knew she shouldn't have tried to out drink that Princess earlier in tea at lunch, but, if there was one thing Taeko didn't like it was being confronted with the truth. Compared to Nevermind, Celes' lies were blown out of the water.

That hadn't been the problem. The problem was that the girls bathroom had been closed due to maintenance.

That was fine.

She tried to proceed to the one downstairs but that was closed too. Then she went even lower and, as she expected, there was a considerable line to the only open bathroom in the building.

That was also fine.

Celes then took a gamble. The closest bathroom was all the way in the other building and the odds of getting there and finding it without a line were slim. However, she knew of a closer bathroom, an outhouse so to speak by the fields. Few people used it because it was meant for the PE teachers to use, but she knew it wasn't kept locked. She had gotten the information from Leon after he had lost to her in a game of Go Fish. Apparently, it was a great place to hide from the team manager when he felt like skipping baseball practice.

The gambler made her way to the place in a graceful hurry. Her stride remained constant and her expression was neutral, but she still couldn't help releasing a sigh of relief when she got to it to find it empty and unused. Opening the stall, she inspected it for a moment and found it rather well maintained even for her standards. There was no graffiti that littered the walls and the seat looked brand new.

So, with a smug smile, she turned and lifted her carefully lifted her skirt. Two dainty hands pulled down lace panties as Celes lowered her hips to touch the cold seat. For a moment, she allowed herself to lower her mask and let Yasuhiro Taeko release her-

"Finally! What Lu-Ah…" Taeko looked up to meet the wide eyes of Naegi Makoto who had somehow just walked in. Celes had forgotten to close the door in her haste.

They both just stared at each other in silence, shock freezing their bodies. Neither moved and just blankly stared at each other until…a certain sound broke the frozen atmosphere.

And it came directly from Celes.

…

…

…

…

Makoto's eyes widened and he immediately turned around to step back out but… Click. Click. ClickClickClickClickClickClick- As he tried the door one more time, the door refused to open. It seemed that fate would have it that the door would jam.

Suddenly, all thoughts of using the bathroom had disappeared.

He didn't dare turn back around as the sound continued until finally trickling down to silence. He just stood there, shaking in the quiet, knowing he was going to die soon. He also tried to ignore how there was a light sharp odor in the air before a flushing noise drew it away. There was then a rustling of clothes and, in the back of his mind, he wondered if this was how Kirigiri felt, hearing the footsteps right before a murder.

A thin hand wrapped tightly around his Ahoge, one pale finger at a time. It was worth noting that the middle one was metallic and sharp as a blade.

The voice was disarmingly sincere.

"Any last requests, Naegi-kun?"

"Um…can I at least go, first?

Omake 3:

Aoi's case

"Hurry up, Naegi!" yelled the swimmer to a figure above holding what looked to be two giant pairs of donuts, one with pink frosting and the other with chocolate with sprinkles on it. Aoi was already in the pool, easily keeping herself afloat by threading.

"Hold on, Asahina-san." Unlike the swimmer, the luckster was in his uniform having no plans on swimming himself. His two arms were inside two giant Floatation Donuts he had brought which only emphasized how small his body was considering they were almost as tall as the boy himself.

The Floatation Donuts were presents he'd given her the night before and Asahina wanted to try it out before she started her morning practice. This meant no one else but her would be using the pool today as swimming in the same pool when the Ultimate Swimmer was doing her laps was like asking to be runover by a jetski.

She had never actually needed those sorts of things for obvious reasons but just seeing the form of the giant donuts made her heart pound fast. She imagined how great it would be to be using lying in one of those, with a bunch of real donuts on her lap that she could munch on as she floated along.

Already excited at the idea, Aoi raised her arms in the air expectantly, "Throw it here!"

Makoto placed down one donut, the chocolate one, and needed to use both hands to hold onto the large pink coated one due to it's size. Like an awkward giant game of ring toss, he threw it where it barely slid down the swimmer's body.

"Great! Now I just…" Aoi lowered her arms to lay on opposite sides of the ring and, with flat palms tried to hoist herself up, never having learned how to get on a floatation ring before as she never had needed one.

"Push!" She extended her arms straight, but she only was able to get her stomach above the floatation ring. However, if there was anything Asahina Aoi enjoyed more, it was struggling to over come an obstacle. So, she submerged her body again in the water once again and shot out once ore used the momentum to try to shoot herself over the large floatie. It didn't work but she felt herself getting higher up the more she did. "Up! Up! Up!"

Makoto could only watch as the swimmer kept trying, and failing, to lift herself over the large preserver. The only problem was that when she bobbed up and down, her generous chest did the same. Combined with how her motions also caused the water to splash around her, it was practically hypnotizing.

However, it came to an end as Aoi finally was able to lay her stomach over one side of the ring, only for the preserver to flip over her with a splash which brought Makoto out of his state.

"Man, why is this so hard?" Aoi pouted as she flipped over the large ring once more, so it was facing right side up. She looked up at Naegi. "Do you got any ideas?

Makoto tried to remember how his sister had done the job on their last trip to the pool. "What if you sit on it first by the edge of the pool then I push you into the pool from here?"

"That's it!" Aoi nodded eagerly as she pulled the preserver to touch the wall of the pool and pulled herself out followed by bending over to pick up the donut from the pool. Makoto averted his eyes from the sight, trying not to stare.

Placing the Flotation Donut near the edge of the pool, the swimmer sat then leaned back on it, making sure that her butt was through the hole and her limbs were hanging out of the ring. She pumped a fist. "Let's go!"

Seeking to comply, Naegi bent over and placed both palms on one side of the donut, right below Asahina's shoulders, aiming for the pool.

Unfortunately for the boy, he had underestimated how slippery the wet plastic was so when he pushed it, his palms slipped up and caused him to push himself head first into the swimmer's lap. The momentum had also been enough to allow the floatation ring carrying both to skid off the edge and into the pool.

"Whoah! Hey! Get…off!"

Aoi couldn't do anything as, even though she was normally strong enough to push someone like Naegi off, her limbs had no leverage to push off due to her awkward positioning and how Naegi's knees were locking her upper arms in place.

"Naegi…don't touch there! Stop breathing!"

Makoto, himself, wasn't doing any better. He couldn't pull his face off her lap as the only place he could place his hands was the super slippery plastic which only made him slip down again. He tried to grab something else but the only thing he could was…

"W-where are you-D-don't spread them, stupid Naegi!"

It took an hour for Sakura to find them.

Omake 4:

Kyoko's case

It had been a very long day for Naegi Makoto. First, he got a very stern warning from Oogami Sakura followed by a compulsory killer work-out. After that, around lunch, he had apologized and groveled to the best of his ability as Celes had used all her vocabulary to berate life out of him. Then, when he thought he could get back to his classes, an incident occurred, and he got detention for the next month starting tomorrow.

Makoto just wanted to get back to his dorm room and sleep but, of course, Togami Byakuya had called him to meet in the library which, because he was Naegi Makoto, he couldn't refuse. However, the moment he arrived, the blonde had immediately used Makoto's body as a wall, timing it just right, to block Fukawa's approach and distract her long enough for the scion to get away. Of course, this only made him the target of the literary girl's insults before she back into the library.

However, as degrading as being used as a distraction was, Makoto found a silver, or rather, silver-haired lining on his cloudy day of misfortune.

"Kirgiri-san!" he half whispered as he walked up to the girl had been examining a book shelf. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, Naegi-kun?" Kyoko turned to him, her face as blank as ever. She turned back to the shelf, gave him a brief once over, then turned back again, her chin held up. "I've been looking to read that book up there but I can't seem to reach it."

Naegi turned his gaze to the same spot she was looking at. Her lilac gaze reached all the way to the top shelf, a mysterious land he'd never know the contents of. It didn't help that the library did not seem to offer any stools or ladders. "Why not use a chair then?"

"I did try but…" Kyoko glanced to the side where Fukawa was glaring at a pad of paper, her hand flowing. Naegi nodded in understanding knowing how the writer felt about treating the place with respect. "Perhaps, I'll just wait for the head librarian to return although she may still be a while,"

Hearing the small pang of disappointment in her voice, Makoto tried to think of a way to help her out. It was rare for the detective to be interested in something outside of her work. Immediately an idea came to mind. He turned to the detective, "What if I help you could, Kirigiri-san?"

Kyoko turned to him, a small amount of surprise on her face. "But Naegi-kun, you're already shorter than I am…?"

"N-not that!" Makoto blushed at the fact only. He was still growing, dang it! He looked over to see a small teasing smile on her face.

"...joke."

"I'm serious." He then bent his knees and squatted. "Here, I'll carry you up. Get on my shoulders."

Kyoko blinked at the gesture. "Is it okay?"

"Yeah!" Still squatting, Naegi nodded. "I've been training with Oogami-san a lot and do this with my sister all the time." Although he wasn't directly looking at her, Kyoko could see his trademark warm smile from her angle "Friends should help each other out, right?

"…I suppose." With a small resigned smile, Kyoko consented.

She moved behind Naegi's squatting form , and slowly put one leg in front of his shoulder. She then used one hand to steady herself on his head and then allowed her other to go over his other shoulder. A surprisingly firm grip wrapped around the middle of the girl's shins.

"Hold on", came Naegi's voice and she felt her perspective move up. She gave a quick glance around and, while it wasn't that much of an increase, it still felt oddly nostalgic.

"Daddy, daddy, look how tall I am!"

"Kirigiri-san?" Naegi's voice broke Kyoko out of her melancholy. She hadn't even realized she'd lightly grabbed his messy brown hair. An idle thought made her wonder how it would feel to run through it without her gloves.

"It's nothing. Can you move a bit to the left?" Ignoring should-be forgotten memories and awkward hormonal desires, Kyoko took to concentrating on her original quest, the book she had wanted, a detective novel. It was best that she retrieved it soon as she had no idea how long Naegi could hold her up.

After a few more steps, Kyoko finally was able to locate the book, a brown volume that was tightly squeezed between two others. She reached her arm up but, even with Naegi's help, her fingertip what felt like a centimeter off the top of the spine.

'Just a little more…' Placing a firm hand on Naegi's head, Kyoko dared to lift herself off his shoulders to reach the top of the book and hopefully slide it out. Her fingertip was right there…just barely nicking the top of the spine…if she could just pull it out a little further….

It was then that she felt something touch her between the legs.

"…!" In surprise, Kyoko jerked away from the touch which was only caused the both of them to wobble dangerously.

"Woah!" cried Naegi, wobbling, but somehow reganing his stabilty. He tightened the hold he had on her legs. "What's wrong?"

"…" Kyoko didn't answer, not sure she could. It had taken her but a moment to realize what had pressed, no what was still pressing against her. When she leaned up to retrieve the book, she had raised her hips so instead of sitting on his shoulders, she had raised them above his head. However, she did not expect that to be there.

The book forgotten, Kyoko placed one gloved hand firmly on Naegi's head and the other on the shelf for balance as she tried to get back down on his shoulders, but that thing was below her, right at the center and, for whatever impossible reason, had somehow got caught on her.

Kyoko grit her teeth as she tried to push through its press, but it was surprisingly hard…yet soft…yet ticklish…yet oh god.

"Kirigi-"

"Don't move your head." A heavy gloved palm pressed down on Makoto's head, keeping it in place, preventing him from looking up.

"E-even if you say that, I'm getting tired." Naegi felt his grip weaken as her shins started slipping down. Kyoko let go of the book shelf to then place two hands on the boy's head, as she tried to prevent gravity from pressing her even further into that.

"N-Naegi-kun, hold on…" was the only thing Kyoko could rasp as the odd ticklish feeling was doing things to her concentration.

"Hrrnggggg…." Makoto groaned desperately trying to hold on. It was Naegi Family Pool Chicken Fight all over again. He knew there was only one thing left to do. 'Oogami-san give me strength'

After his prayer, Naegi's grip tightened as he lifted the girl's legs high, letting her go over his head, before pushing her legs forward, and catching both legs under one arm and letting her back fall on the other. It was a practiced routine he's done with Komaru numerous times whenever they went out to the pool.

"Kyah!" Kyoko released an uncharacteristically cute cry as she's suddenly lifted upward. For less than a second, she's weightless, floating in the air, the next Kyoko found herself caught in Naegi's arms. She looks up to see him smiling down on her

This was the infamous princess carry.

Unfortunately, the second after, Makoto's knees give in and he falls backwards anyways, Kyoko still in his arms.

There's a crashing noise as their bodies impacted with the floor, or at least Makoto's.

"Ugh. Are you okay Kirigiri-san?" Makoto asked, his body aching from the impact of falling. Even through the pain, he felt a weight over his toso, most likely her body, and he sighed in relief knowing that she at least wouldn't be too hurt. His current problem however was that he couldn't see a thing even though he knew his eyes were open.

"Ugh." Kyoko moaned as she tried to get up. Her knees hurt, probably scraped, but the rest of her body felt fine. There was also something below her that cushioned the fall…

"Oya, what do we have here?"

Kyoko's blood froze at the familiar voice. She looked up to Kizakura Koichi looking down on her, a very annoying grin on the face.

"I just wanted a book on romance not to find it in here. I can't help but say I'm disappointed, Kyoko-chan."

His words immediately got her brain moving. Kyoko looked below her to see slacks and immediately glanced behind her to see…. Naegi's head shoved into her skirt. In between her legs.

She moved immediately, rolling to the side then using the momentum to dash in the opposite direction of the two males, leaving without a word.

There was no way she was going to let that drunkard have the satisfaction of seeing her face right now. Not when the flush on her cheeks felt like they were about to burn her skin. She'd just punish Naegi later.

Meanwhile, said boy was just lying on his back, waiting for the pain to recede. He soon heard approaching footsteps to then see a talent scout leaning over him.

"Yo, kid!" the man gave him a small salute. "You're needed at the headmaster's office asap. We're going to have a few choice words about your actions just now."

"I…I see." Makoto wasn't entirely what the teacher was talking about. Too many things had happened today that it could have been any of them. As friendly as the teacher sounded, Naegi felt like this wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.

The luckster wasn't entirely sure where Kirigiri had gone off too. One moment he was in the dark, the next she seemed to have ran off. He turned his head to see a book next to him. It seemed to have fallen down along with them.

He turned back to the hat wearing man. "Let me at least take this book out." He was sure she'd want it tomorrow.

AN: I just want to say you have no idea how long it took to think up of Hina's. I mean, I already knew what I wanted to do but the problem was I wasn't sure if it was feasible for both of them to be stuck on a floatie together. Initially, Naegi would've fallin into it with her but I realized the 69 would be hader to get out of. There was also the "They both get stuck in one floatation ring" idea but setting that up was harder.

Originally, I wanted Celes to accidentaly grope Naegi's crotch. Liek she'd reach over and start feeling it accidentally but I made it a pissing thing instead to make it a "gamble" to fit her character.

Kiri's was also tough in a sense that there's half of a chance that she'd just roll with it and say something like "At least my socks were still on" so I added Kizakura at least to give her a reason to run