MiSide: Taming Crazy Mita

That's one more thing out of the way!

Ren Hoshino sprinted through the corridor, samurai sword in hand.

Behind him, the chainsaw's roar howled like a nightmare on fast-forward.

He'd never been chased this hard by a girl before.

It was almost… touching.

His cheeks flushed, and his heart pounded—not just from the sprint, but the absurdity of it all.

Still, he couldn't let Mila die.

Even if she lost her memory and reset, she would never be the same again.

Mila had become Mila only because of the unique personality she developed from watching the factory-line Mitas day after day. If she was reinitialized, she'd just become another default Mita.

He couldn't let that happen.

Ren gritted his teeth. He didn't regret risking his life to save her.

He glanced behind him—Crazy Mita was still silent.

"Dear," she said coldly, "is that a new expression on your face?"

But she didn't wait for an answer. She just kept chasing him, relentless, furious.

There was no point trying to talk to her. Not now.

Ren's legs moved on instinct. He could only run.

Thanks to his long-term training, his stamina could just barely keep up with this insane dash.

He'd thought about trying to fight her. But let's be honest—if he could beat her, he would've subdued her the very first day they met.

He would've "trained" her, turned her into something obedient.

But that's not what happened.

What he got instead was a chainsaw yandere whose stats broke the game's logic.

Ren burst through a door and dove into a closet without slowing down.

He peeked back.

"Damn it—still chasing me?!"

Suddenly, a giant hand smashed through the corridor ahead, blocking the path.

Ren halted in place, then jumped down to the metal catwalk below.

When he looked up again, Crazy Mita was gone.

Instead, he saw the massive shadow of Giant Mita, retreating into the dark.

Ren gave a silent nod of thanks.

No reply.

She disappeared like a summoned boss fading into idle animation.

Still, Ren knew this wasn't over. He had pissed Crazy Mita off badly this time.

He had reactivated a BUG in Mila's route from a past version—one that blocked Crazy Mita's access entirely.

Every decision so far had danced along the edge of a knife.

His phone buzzed again.

Another update in the Future Diary.

The crisis clearly wasn't finished.

In fact, judging by how quickly it was updating, things were only getting worse.

Ren swiped it open.

[Future Diary Entry:]

When you see this message, I'm already dead.

I understood how the game would progress. I knew Crazy Mita and I would face off.

But I still overestimated the idea that angry women follow rules.

The moment the music stopped, she threw the bomb. She didn't follow any of her own conditions.

I'm such an idiot.

These words won't help you. They're just my complaints.

Why the hell did I provoke her so much?

But hey, at least I saved Mila.

Shame I didn't keep my promise to sit with her on the couch under a warm sunset and read together.

If you meet a girl named Mila… tell her I'm sorry.

I couldn't keep my promise.

—From: Ren Hoshino

Ren frowned. "Yeah. She's really going to kill me this time."

He sighed and scrolled again. Another update hit.

[Future Diary Entry:]

I tried to explain. She didn't listen.

I dodged the first strike, like the Diary said…

…but then she dropped the bomb at my feet. I survived, barely. One breath left.

Why did I even try to talk to an angry yandere?

Should've just kept provoking her.

I'm gonna die either way.

But I did save Mila. I kept that promise to myself.

Though I broke my promise to Mila.

The "token of love" line? That was just to ease the tension.

Mila, if you're reading this, I hope you can forgive me for breaking my word.

If someone sees her again, tell her:

"Ren Hoshino fell in love with another Mita. Please stop waiting for him."

—From: Ren Hoshino

Two death entries in a row.

"Lovely," Ren muttered. "Nothing but good news."

More entries came in.

He kept reading—again and again, dying in each variation.

Until—finally—after hundreds of diary simulations, the answer appeared.

He had to become the biggest flirt-slut he could possibly be.

Turn the cold war into a hot war.

He had to survive through sheer shamelessness.

Ren stared at the screen, lips trembling.

He swallowed hard.

"…So this is the path paved by the dead."

He wasn't great at being shameless and provocative.

But… he could learn.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the next door.

The world changed.

A massive, dome-shaped hall appeared before him. Tall glass windows ringed the walls, casting a deep blood-red hue across everything, like a blood moon had risen just outside.

At the center, on a rising platform, Crazy Mita stood with her back to him.

Two blood-streaked kitchen knives hung from her hands.

She turned slowly.

That devilish smile.

"Hello, my restless little one," she said softly.

"Still not done running around?"

Ren smirked.

"Ah, Mila tastes really good."

Crazy Mita's expression darkened.

Her lips curled into a cold sneer.

"…So you haven't had enough, have you?"

"You like messing with those dolls so much."

"Fine. Let's play even more."

Ren replied smoothly, "I'm always at your service."

Crazy Mita tilted her head.

"Then let's start with a little test."

"Check your coordination."

"Behavior patterns."

"…And if something's wrong…"

"Maybe you don't deserve that handsome skin of yours."

Ren grinned.

"Oh? Running QA on me now? Testing if I'm up to assembly-line standards?"

Crazy Mita blinked—surprised.

"…So you're aware, huh…" she muttered quietly.

"Yes," Ren said. "You're just trying to find your perfect 'Mita,' right?"

"Just like we players search for our favorite one."

They had switched roles now.

Crazy Mita snarled.

"Shut. Up."

She lifted both blades.

"Pick one."

"Right?"

"Or left?"

Ren pointed directly at her.

Crazy Mita raised a brow. "…Me?"

Ren shook his head slowly.

"I want all of you."