The student could claim any reason she wished, it would still be a new toy for NICE labs to play with. Vera could understand the 'habit' Kite had developed since coming to the island. It was only natural after so many attacks and manipulations. Her mind and body were both gradually being molded to become better at serving others. Even with this woman's knowledge, it was not something that could easily be prevented.

With winter break coming, Kite would have more time to help complete this task. It would be something she would meet with other students and staff several times in order to complete, much like organizing the play. This student was not concerned it seemed as she was already making further requests to be better equiped to handle the issue. "There are numerous computer labs at your disposal, Miss Kite. If you require additional programs installed, you can speak with the staff involved in organizing the events as well as those who maintain the labs. They can provide you with the necessary while you work there as well. If what you propose, passes, it will be sent down the proper channels. I will have your email account unlocked. It should not have been locked in the first place. Are there any further questions, concerns, or requests; Miss Kite?"

Vera smiled softly before adding. "How have you been feeling? Do these tasks and projects help you focus and give you purpose?"

Kite furrows her brows briefly, "i was really hoping to get access to a portable terminal, Miss Matsumoto. Not as an issue of convenience, but of security. It wouldn't be the first time for students dissatisfied with their event's placement to attempt directness in their attempts to change it. Either that or limited access to store the prime list on the -real- network? Most of the mice and keyboards have biometric scanners in them anyway, so i wouldn't need real -access- just a tag on my account for logging the specific file."

Kite manages to smile as well, it... it is exciting, somehow. Some part of her feels like this is a betrayal, but... well, she fought the system with everything she had, everything she could beg, borrow, or steal, and not only did the system truly win, every last step after clawing step had been all accounted for in the plan. Even Kite's greatest victories had been doing the system's dirty work. Surely she could do it's clean work for awhile instead. "And thankyou, Miss Matsumoto, about my email account. It will be useful for a great many things."

Kite chuckles slightly as she comes to the last, "Focus, yes, but purpose... less so. Shards are there, wisps to grasp at before they disappear, but that perhaps is simply that they are not so far truly challenging in interesting ways. Or perhaps that the utility of them is diffuse, rather than an immediately visible benefit to someone which they are glad of. As to how are we feeling, Miss Matsumoto? As ever, that is... complicated. i'm excited, because i know i am prone to the paralysis of indecision without direction, and i am getting that direction from you. The other one you've met is, well, she is as she always is. As she hoped, a few fights in a public location has attracted the attention of a few actual martial artists on campus for sparring-to-hone, not to be confused with the official martial-arts club, who wave padded sticks around and couldn't find their ass in an actual fight with both hands, a map, 100-feet of rope, and a ten-foot pole. Not that they can be blamed for this, with no true instructor. It is not in this school's interest to teach effective self-defense, nor an independent mindset or sense of self-empowerment. She's understandably happy about this. But we're both also afraid. The other one is stirring. She is acting unusually. Always, and i do mean always, she has been a creature purely of instinct, of instantaneous gratification of her desires. And now she is acting with deliberation, of a sort. And we do not know what to do about this."

"You do not need to worry about that, Miss Kite," she replied, "If someone thinks they are important enough to cut in line and ruin your hard work, I will deal with them personally. Every student involved are above the freshman level and I will trust them to be mature enough to not selfishly. Just focus on the task and do not worry about someone sabotaging your hard work." There was always the possibility that not everyone will get what they want. But it will be Kite's job to limit that as much as possible. Should a group be without their event, Vera will know Kite picked the most efficient means to ensure the most is gained from the next semester. Whether the other students understand or not is a non issue.

Kite was excited about getting directions from the Head Girl. It was an amusing turn of events. A student who rebelled was now working for her willingly and Vera hardly had to lift a finger. If only other students were as compliant. "Well if you think there is another task you want, you may always volunteer your assistance in something instead of waiting for me to give you one, Miss Kite," Vera replied, "But I am glad you are least being stimulated in some way, all three of you. If you are concerned about your third self, you can always come see me to speak about the matter. I know how you are not fond of NICE labs or the councilors. It is not my profession but sometimes, students prefer speaking to other students on the matter. Hard to believe but I am still a student here in this school despite my position."

"As you say, Miss Matsumoto. i will design an appropriate system. i'll have to meet with the student council to get a feel for the scope of the events and necessary information to plan them appropriately, i suspect you are well aware that i have not previously participated beyond being asked to build some small piece of esoterica." Kite actually smiled saying this... already she could begin to identify a rather more vast number of variables to track and manage and analyze. This would be a more challenging task. And at least some of that increase in challenge in enjoyable ways.

"That is perhaps the problem where the third of us is concerned, Miss Matsumoto. We are well aware that we could bring her to you. And, in fact, that you could bring her out at a time of your choosing, regardless of whether or not it would be appropriate. But for us to release her to you would be indicative of a commitment which i do not know if either you or we are capable of due tot he nature of this place, let alone desire, Miss Matsumoto."

The student was looking forward to the challenge set before her. Kite seemed very willing to comply to orders. But it was doubtful if she would participate in tasks involving the more hidden matters of the island. The acts of NICE labs had most likely ruined that possibility. Still, any help was welcomed. The other Head Girls had been indisposed for over a year now, leaving the work load on Vera's shoulders. Vera had very few Prefects available as well. At least with Kite and her newest Prefect, she could focus more on more important matters rather than every school related issue.

"I never said to bring her to me, Miss Kite," Vera replied, "I merely offered to talk to you or both of you if you wish. I may not be able to solve your issue but some say having an outlet to talk or vent helps. Anything more than that would require more details than what you are giving me. But that can wait for another time if you are not comfortable speaking on the matter. As I said before, I am not a psychologist or a councilor so I most likely lack the necessary skills to help you fully."

Kite doesn't know what the Head Girl is planning for her, if anything. It seems that to Vera, she is a useful resource to be exploited, and that... while something, and in some ways satisfying, was not the right sort of connection for-

For a moment, just a moment, Kite's expression changes, the sort of sudden shift that Vera saw down in the basement when the violent and aggressive one briefly took over, only rather than a vicious or hateful snarl, Kite's expression took on a cast of undisguised shameless longing and glassy, unfocussed eyes. It passes quickly, albeit into rather laboured breathing and an aura tinged heavily with panic. "Per...perhaps next time, Miss Matsumoto. The question of when and where it is safe to stop hiding her is the one it is my primary purpose to answer. How-" Kite swallows, having difficulty speaking, "How often would you like me to keep you appraised of events with the student council, Miss Matsumoto?"

Vera's eyes widen slightly at the sudden change. Whatever it was, it caused the student before her to be panting heavily as if someone just scared the pants off of her. "Are you alright, Miss Kite?" the Head Girl asked, "It is alright. Drink some water. Is she trying to get out again? Will this be a problem in performing your task? If this is too stressful for you, I can give you a smaller task to deal with if you like. I did not mean to overwork you." The Head Girl was certainly a little concern at the sudden reaction. The last thing she needed was Kite to lose control while working with the student council.

The silver haired woman folded her fingers infront of her as she gazed at the disturbed woman. "Know that I am sending word to the student council of your coming to assist, Miss Kite," Vera continued, "In a way, you will be representing me and my ability to pick out suitable leaders, workers, and assistance on various matters. If you lose yourself during your task, that will be a direct reflection of my abilities as a Head Girl. Please keep that in mind. If you feel you will disappoint me, please say so. Also do not be afraid to ask for help if you require it. It is my job to assist students during their stay on the island."

"It... it should not be a risk, Miss Matsumoto." Kite reaches unsteadily for the water. "Our... feral component is, as we said, uninterested in much beyond challenging fights. The other one... will not care about the student council or those proposing events." At least Kite only spills a little of the water while taking a drink. "They -are- the direction, and as such cannot provide it."

Kite attempts to stop there, but a tremor, both physical and emotional, runs through her, and Kite sighs, removing her glasses and setting them on Vera's desk. "She won't let me get away without at least explaining, it seems. She is not truly the third of us, Miss Matsumoto. She was the first, and has never sought anything but someone to follow and obey. The rest of us are intended... to facilitate the safe fulfillment of that goal. We were united by the flame, but she is gone now. Whether this new change is about that, or something else, i do not know." Kite's words are full of fear, thankfully the cup is empty, as she does not have what could be called a stable grip upon it. "Once we have calmed down, this should not affect my ability to perform my task, Miss Matsumoto. They will not interest her. You do."

It was difficult to tell if Kite was trying to hide further facts from her. From what she has heard so far, the student may be trying to protect herself from a certain vulnerbility that the third or rather original shard has. Whether it was by NICE's doing or not, this one wanted to serve someone. Perhaps this urge to obey was growing due to meeting the Head Girl. Vera knew she would have to becareful on the matter, like dealing with a trapped animal. "If she is interested in seeing me and you do not wish that to happen, are you sure you wish to come see me like this, Miss Kite?" Vera asked, "Or does coming to see have another purpose? You say this one wishes to obey and follow someone and you two hint a similar goal."

She smiled softly. "I suppose you are worried because you cannot trust me," Vera continued, "I am working for the school afterall. But if that is the case, why come see me at all? Are you not risking losing control over yourself everytime you speak to me, Miss Kite? Or is that what you want? Do you wish me to command you? Control you?" It was certainly a curious change to see in Kite. Vera was not using the device to force her to being compliant. From the brief glassy look of longing, merely her presence and voice was enough to trigger a similar reaction. If she gave a command right now, would the shards obey?

Kite whimpers slightly, shifting as though trying to hide behind herself, "i lost control over my own destiny when i accepted a scholarship place at this 'school' Miss Matsumoto, and we both know it. Yes, that is the goal of all of us. But my purpose is to try to ensure that we do so in reasonable safety. That we are an object of value."

"i want... we want..." Kite slumps, her head hanging defeatedly, "Yes, Miss Matsumoto. i do want that. But you are right in both parts. i cannot yet trust you. Not... not with that. Not with her. i and the feral one absorb the attentions of the 'clients', Miss Matsumoto, to shelter her from them. She is the one it is all-important to protect. If she becomes too damaged, we all will end."

"You know you will not have the freedom to choose who you obey in the future, Miss Kite," the Head Girl replied, "And it may be someone who cares little of your predicament. If you two should fall, she will be exposed and at their mercy. You have no doubt been protecting 'her' for awhile now. You are having trouble containing her when in the presence of someone of authority or one who perhaps even intimidates you in some way. I can assure you, I take care of my servants and pets. Damaged goods would do little to help me."

Kite was even more vulnerable now than back in the basement. Vera had found her key into this woman. "Kite," she said firmly, "This is a rare opportunity for you. You know more than you should. In knowing you can make choices to shape your future. I cannot promise anything as of yet but, my position does allow for a number of... benefits. I have seen you, spoke to you, and you have so far have reformed above expectations. You are very much an object of value and I value you highly. But if you delay, it may be too late for me to act."

"Look at me," she said in a commanding tone, Vera would look into Kite's eyes as she continued, "I know all three of you are listening. You have been protecting this shard all this time. But, have you ever listened to what she had to say? I know you can hear me, tell them what you think, what you feel right now. My offer to help extends to all three of you. You merely have to step forward and speak up. I take very good care of my belongings and nothing short of the school itself will change that. Now, say what it is you want more than anything right now, Miss Kite. And tell me how I can provide that for you." The Head Girl's voice remained solid, commanding. This was a woman who dealt with numerous students and commanded obedience from the entire student body. Now that experience and power was directed at the confused woman sitting before her.

I take care of my servants and pets.

The words drove into Kite like needles, like nails, setting her to shuddering in the chair and chewing her lip. Could she believe it? Dare she?

...and I value you highly.

Almost hyperventilating. The words, the words longed for forever, but were they real or not?

...It may be too late...

"No!" It tore from Kite's throat in an involuntary scream, descending into mumbled repetition. Far, far greater the risk if they are real and fear makes her refuse, to accept and find them false would merely mean an ending.

Look at me.

There could be no thought of disobedience, Kite's eyes rose to find Vera's staring into them. And she listens, even as she shakes and trembles in body and soul alike.

"She never...she never spoke before, Miss Matsumoto. What do...what do i want?"

Kite slides forward off the chair, kneeling in front of Vera's desk, panting with yearning as the glazed-longing expression returns.

"This one wants to be held, Miss Matsumoto. Wants to be kept, and sheltered, and be of use. This one wants Orders to Obey."

As she proved back in the basement, words enough were enough to soften this woman up. Vera kept her composure, maintaining that commanding aura even as Kite cried out and began to mumble to herself. She called out to the third shard and the other two shards either let her surface or could not stop her this time. That brief look she saw before was now here to stay as the woman stared with glazed eyes, lost before the Head Girl before her.

The wish this woman had sounded more like a lost pet seeking an owner rather than a sex slave. But that was more than suitable for the Head Girl. She wanted more than mindless dolls. She wanted her slaves to have their own wills when they submit to her. The silver haired woman rose to her feet and slowly walked around her desk to stand over the kneeling woman. A hand gently stroked the woman's purple bangs before sliding down and stroking her cheek. She lifts Kite's chin, making those glazed eyes look up at her possible owner. "Very good," Vera cooed softly, "What of your fellow sisters inside your mind? Do they have that same want, that same need? If I am to accept you, I must accept every part of you."

"My kindness back in the basement denied me the opportunity to appraise you further, Miss Kite," Vera continued, "Stand up and show me more of yourself, bare your soul to me. I promise I will be very gentle. I will teach you that you can trust me. But what of you three, hm? What will you do now to prove your loyalty? I wish an act of submission from each of you to prove to me that you three are in agreement in your wish. Do this and I will take you, tame you, and make you my own." There was no going back now. If Vera was to tame this woman, she must strike now and ensure all three of them are compliant. With the Path of No Regret, Kite would never consider looking back after making this decision. All Vera had to do was ensure she provided the things that were asked, a minor cost for a Mistress.

Kite actually mewls as Vera strokes her cheek, a longing sigh slipping from between her lips. "They do, Miss Matsumoto." This one's voice is much like the mechanical one, though without the stilted sterility, and softer than either of the other two. "This one and they are parts of the same whole, after all."

Kite stands, hesitating only a moment before starting to slowly disrobe, hesitation born not of resistance, but trying to be sure the instruction meant what she thought it meant. Even despite the degree of medical technology in the Labs and the lesser version in the school infirmary, the most charitable description of Kite's panoply of scars would be to call her skin 'heavily textured.' What is not the stark white of scarring is still pale, much of her time spent outside since her release well after dark, as it has always been. Hers is not a body which has seen a great deal of respite.

But to bare a body, while often related, is not the same as to bear a soul.

"While together we are Kite, this one is 'kitten', Miss Matsumoto," the soft one continues, "and this one is happy to be able to hope to be able to come out of hiding sometimes. This one will do as you wish."

Kite's eyes refocus, though not completely, not with her glasses on the desk, and she returns to the clipped tones. "i refer to myself as the Analyzer. The label says it, really. And i will gladly obey, Miss Matsumoto."

The snarling one is, well, slightly less snarly. "i don't really have a name. Used to be 'Sword' but, well, that got taken away. And yeah, i...i'm in too," there is a pause and brief struggle here, not anger, but confusion, but then, this one has never tried to address someone in a non-derrogatory fashion before, "Miss Matsumoto."

The glazes eyes return with a hungry, but triumphant smile, "What would you have us do, Miss Matsumoto?"

Vera gently ran her fingers over the woman's body. Fingertips faintly trace the many scars that tell the stories this student had gone through. She would only stop when another part of Kite introduced to herself and stated her wish to obey the Head Girl. She gave each shard a soft smile before stroking the woman's cheek much like she did for the 'kitten' before. Each thankfully had the same wish which would make taking care of each of them much simpler.

Once each woman submitted to her, Kite was already asking for orders. "Lift both arms above you, cross them at the wrist," Vera ordered, "Hold them there until I am done inspecting you." The Head Girl returned to what she was doing before. Fingertips came and went like a ghost as she traced nearly every scar on the woman's body. They felt the slope and curves of the student's hips and the swell of her breasts, grazing lightly along their underside. "You know better than any student here what is expected of you. Your body is one that is to be admired just as I am admiring you now. Pleasing me with this body is yet another purpose to work towards. In exchange, I will do everything in my power to ensure your own... sensual needs are satisfied. Do you understand, my pet?"

Vera stopped infront of the nude woman. She pressed in closer and pressed her soft lips to Kite's. The kiss was soft at first but gradually grew deeper as the Head Girl's tongue pushed slowly into the other woman's mouth. She was not forceful in her invasion. No, she went slowly to show her ownership over the other woman. Vera did not need to force anything from her slave. She would simply take what is hers just as she was now. The tongue eventually reached the back of Kite's throat before slowly withdrawing at the same snail's pace. "Mmm... Do you like that, pet?" she asked, "Do you like that your mind, body, and soul now have a purpose to serve another?"