A Guide to Abnormal Love Triangles

Newly completed: Building a Honey Trap from Scratch [Read the warnings first! Don't rush in and make everyone uncomfortable.] At first, Baishao thought living in the world of “Killer Network” was exhausting enough. Then she discovered that the world of tennis was the most innocent and friendly place of all! Just look at this! What kind of life is this?! Missing memories, scars on her body, a bizarre killer, a body that defies explanation, danger drawing closer with every step toward adulthood... Who is she, really? Does the System's “special trait” really only mean a fluttery, doki-doki romance? Is the life she's living ordinary or extraordinary? “Twenty-five years ago, White Dove Pharmaceuticals went bankrupt overnight. The once-mighty White Dove family gradually fell into decline, and its members began dying under mysterious circumstances. But what the world didn't know was... there was still one...” “There really was a special code name for a liquor within the Organization.” “A liquor code name? What was it called? Who was it?” “I don't know. It disappeared.” “Officer, don't stop me.” “...I'm just going to play tennis. I mean it.” The midnight chime has rung. The pumpkin carriage is waiting, and the dazzling magic is about to disappear. Dear princess, it's time to go home. Ahem, the main story is actually pretty lighthearted. #Primarily a crossover with The Prince of Tennis and Detective Conan. Everything else is background. Warnings: 1. The original works belong to their authors, the characters you love belong to you, and the OOC and romance are mine. (Highlighted) OOC warning. 2. The heroine is a Mary Sue. This is a feel-good story with plenty of melodrama. 3. Please read the two points above again. If that bothers you, this story isn't for you. +++++++4. Whenever the washing machine is around, let's not nitpick the timeline, okay? Completed stories in my column: Want to Pull Cards? Want to Pull Cards?! and For the Record, I'm a Serious Tennis Player Currently updating: Building a Honey Trap from Scratch : How did you die in your previous life? : I don't know! I was so desperate not to embarrass Gin that I took a code name and stayed at the bottom of the Organization. That's about as pathetic as it gets, right? And I still couldn't escape the kill order! Damn that Rum! : So what will you do in this life? : First, rise through the ranks of the Organization, then wait for a chance to get revenge. I think this mission, [Infiltrate the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department], sounds pretty good. : What did you think after entering the police academy? : Man, do you know? Bourbon and Scotch weren't just undercover agents, they were childhood friends, too. So being undercover means getting a whole new identity, huh? Scotch Whisky, you weren't like this when you interrogated me in that blood-soaked room in my previous life! Is this serious, straight-laced guy really Bourbon, the one who uses Honey Traps? : A few years later, you... : Yes, he can. But he insists I taught him. I'm really innocent. All I did was not turn him down when he confessed and asked me out. And then, after we reunited inside the Organization, I went to a hotel with Gin right in front of him. That's all. : What do you think of Mr. Bourbon? : Yes, it's all about using him, not love... Maybe a little. Just a tiny bit. : The plan to capture Rum failed. : It's fine. I can fake my death with drugs and make myself look younger. I've got this. : This handsome blond man with dark skin seems unwilling to leave. : Go away! I'm not his daughter! : Is there anything you remember particularly well? : Vermouth once told me, “Don't underestimate Bourbon. Watch out for his Honey Trap. If he uses it on you, little fox, he might strip off your skin and pull out your bones until there's nothing left.” Qiyue regretted it bitterly. If only she'd known this would happen, she would've plastered those words on her forehead and read them every day! Theme: Suffering is the price of future happiness. Live well.