Yukan Club and the Flower Four

Chapter 1: Teen of Japan

Inside the St. President's Academy Student Government room, six students could be found skipping class… again. The Student Body President, Kikumasamune Seishiro sat by the window, sitting on his knees as he played a game of Go. His straight black, chin-length hair framed his thin face, and his brown eyes stayed glued to the Go board in front of him. His family owned a large hospital, and he was the student of a famous martial artist, Master Unkai. Seishiro was the strongest fighter of the group, and also the most intelligent, thus held the position of the Yukan Club's leader.

Shochikubai Miroku, the Student Body Vice President, sat at the hexagonal table in the center of the circular room, strumming a random tune on his acoustic guitar with a sucker in his mouth. His hair was long and thick, falling away from his face in layers, the light brown enhancing the color of his coal-black eyes. His father was the Police Commissioner for all of Japan, and along the way Miroku had befriended so many people that he seemed to know everyone. Whenever the Yukan Club needed information, Miroku was guaranteed to find someone who could tell him within minutes.

The Student Body Manager, Bidou Granmarie, sat at the table next to him, gazing at his own self in a hand mirror. His long, curly platinum hair and bright blue eyes never failed to capture attention in a predominantly black-haired nation. His father was the Swedish Embassador, and Bidou participated in horse competitions worldwide. He was a narcissist, often spending hours gazing at his own reflection.

Across from Bidou sat Kizakura Karen, the Student Body Secretary. Her long brown hair flowed down her back as she leaned forward, her calculating brown eyes counting the love letters she'd received that morning. Her mother owned a large jewelry chain, and Karen's dream was to marry a wealthy man.

Between Bidou and Karen and across from Miroku sat a girl with chin-length brown hair and brown eyes eating a slice of cheesecake furiously. She was known as Kenbishi Yuri, the school's Sports Club president. Yuki's family owned the Kenbishi Group, a large company known worldwide. Yuki loved sports and food, but hated school. In fact, she was the worst-ranked student in her grade at St. President's Academy.

The last student in the room was Hakushika Noriko, the Literature Club president. Her long black hair was held up out of her black eyes in a bun as she put down a white Go piece in her game against Seishiro. Her father was a famous artist, and her mother came from a wealthy tea family. Noriko loved to read, but hated men, becoming fearfully strong if touched by one without her permission.

All six wore the school uniform, the boys wearing a blue blazer with red trim and matching pants. Miroku wore his unbuttoned with a white tank top and a silver chain necklace while Seishiro and Bidou wore there's over a white tux shirt, Seishiro's properly buttoned though Bidou had his top three buttons unfastened. The girls all wore a cream-colored knee-length skirt and a white blazer with blue sleeve cuffs and collar, as well as a bright red bow. The blazer had several big black buttons on the left side. Karen had on black nylons and high heels, Yuki wore bright green knee-high socks and tennis shoes, and Noriko wore white nylons and simple black heels.

"I'm so bored," Shochikubai Miroku sighed.

Noriko nodded. "Yes, it has been awhile since anything interesting has happened around here."

"Why is school always so boring?" Bidou asked as he tossed his mirror into the middle of the table. He crossed his arms on the table, resting his head on top of his arms as he closed his eyes. "It makes me want to go home and sleep."

The door to the council room swung open, interrupting the conversation. The school's principal and vice principal waltzed in, the latter holding three pure white envelopes in his left hand.

"Kizakura, Kenbishi, Hakushika, you've received letters from the Teen of Japan. It seems like you've been invited to be contestants this year!" the principal announced with a large grin on his face. "It has been several years since anyone from our school has been a contestant, so make sure that one of you wins for the pride of the school!"

The three girls blinked in unison. "The Teen of Japan? Isn't that the weird contest that happens every three years?" Karen asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.

Noriko nodded. "Yeah, it judges a girl's fashion, intelligence, and economic skills. It's a highly exclusive competition, as the panel is incredibly selective when choosing its competitors and the only other way to enter is to be endorsed by a past winner," she said as she laid down another white Go stone.

Seishiro frowned, considering his next move for a few moments before placing down his stone. "But weren't the competitors for that contest chosen a few weeks ago? Why are they just now getting their invites?" he asked in confusion.

"Well, yes," the school principal said, "but several girls suddenly withdrew from the competition, saying that they'd been threatened that if they didn't drop out their university offers would be withdrawn. So, a few slots open and you three have been invited take their places."

That instantly got the six teen's attention, dropping what they were doing and turning to look at the principal, who they'd been only half acknowledging until then.

"You're telling them to enter a competition that you know is dangerous? What kind of principal are you?" Bidou asked in amazement.

The man fidgeted as he rushed to explain. "Well, you guys are the Yukan Club! You always solve everything! We thought you'd be able to figure out what's up and save the day like always!"

"Yes, that's exactly right!" the vice principal added. "We have to save this competition; it's being sponsored by the Domyouji Group and Kenbishi Group and hosted by the F4! We have the Kenbishi heir at this school! If it doesn't go well then it will reflect badly on St. President's Academy!"

"Hmm, it could be fun," Yuki smiled.

Noriko nodded. "Yes, I agree!"

"I'm not sure…" Karen said, "I'm not very good at economics you know!"

The Student Body President smiled. "There will be rich guys watching the competition, and it's aired on national television."

Karen instantly cheered up. "In that case, I'm in!"

"Me too!" Bidou announced dreamily. "Lots and lots of phone numbers…" he trailed off dreamily as four of his friends looked at him with exasperated smiles. The five then turned to their sixth member, who hadn't spoken since before the principal and vice principal entered the room.

"Well, Miroku?" they asked.

The tall boy shrugged. "Sure, why not, it's something to do," he said, reaching up and twirling the sucker in his mouth.

"Thank you, Yukan Club!" the two men cheered as they rushed out of the club room.

Miroku sighed, standing up and walking his guitar over to its stand on the right side of the room. "Seishiro, where should we start? We might as well get this over with, the faster we start the sooner we can stop being bored."

Seishiro looked up from the Go bored, putting his right hand up to his mouth to think. "Hmm, well the Teen of Japan is being hosted by the F4, so if we could figure out whom they are; talking to them should be our first step. They would probably have more information on the participants than anyone else," he said.

"Well then, how do we find the F4?" Noriko asked. Her childhood friend and martial arts expert shrugged. "No idea. Miroku?"

Miroku pulled his sucker out of his mouth. "What, you think I know?"

"Well, no, but none of us know, either." Miroku sighed, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Hmm, who should I call?" he asked himself quietly. "Oh, I know!" He scrolled through his contacts for a moment before pausing on the name Sanjo Sakurako.

"Hi, Sakurako? It's Miroku. You go to Eitoku, right?" He waited for a response, and then continued. "Do you know who the F4 are?" Instantly he jerked his cell phone away from his face, as a high pitched woman's voice could be heard coming out of the phone, the words non-distinguishable.

"Wow, that girl is loud!" Yuki said, getting up from the table and running to hid over in the alcove by the wall-height window Seishiro and Noriko still sat in front of. The other four nodded in agreement.

She quieted down a minute later, and Miroku put the phone back up to his face. "All right, thanks for the information. Talk to you later." He shut the phone and turned to look at his friends, putting his sucker back in his mouth. "The F4 stand for Flower Four, and it's made up of Domyouji Tsukasa, Hanazawa Rui, Nishikado Sojiro, and Mimasaka Akira. They're third years at Eitoku University, and apparently just as popular there as we are here," Miroku informed them. "Seishiro, what do you think we should do next?"

Seishiro placed another Go stone before holding his hand up to his chin in his 'thinking pose' for the second time that morning. "Eitoku University? Hmm, that school's on the same level as St. President's, interesting. Well, I guess we should go talk to this Flower Four and see if they have any additional information for us. We may as well head over there now, it's not like we're going to class anyways."

Half an hour later the group arrived at the gates of Eitoku's campus. "This school is a lot bigger than ours," Yuki commented. "I wonder if they have good food! I'm hungry!"

Noriko rolled her eyes. "Yuki, you're always hungry. And in any case, we didn't come here for food, we came for information."

"Yes, we need to find the F4, Yuki, not food!" Bidou joined in. "Let's go!" The six walked through the gates, then began to walk in six different directions.

Seishiro stopped. "You guys! Where are you going?" The other five stopped in their steps.

"That's a good question," Miroku shrugged. "I was just walking in a random direction until I found someone to talk to."

"Same here!" Seishiro, Noriko, Karen, and Bidou laughed.

"Yuki, what about you?" the Police Commissioner's son asked his food-obsessed friend.

"The cafeteria!" she chirped energetically. Miroku sighed, pulling a new sucker out of his pocket, then unwrapping it and sticking it into his mouth.

Seishiro smiled. "That's as good place to start, actually. It's about lunch time, so there should be people in the cafeteria. We just need to find it first."

"Let's try that way!" Karen suggested, pointing off to the far left corner of the campus.

"Sure," Bidou shrugged. The two began to head off to the second-largest building on campus, Miroku, Noriko, and Seishiro following.

Yuki stomped her foot in frustration. "No, it's this way!" she yelled at them, pointing to the largest building on campus to the far right. Her five friends stopped once more.

"How do you know that?" the Student Body President asked curiously.

"I can smell the food! It's coming from that direction!"

"Well, you're probably right, since it considers food. Yuki, lead the way!" The six walked across campus and entered the large glass double doors.

Inside the school cafeteria, the F4 and Makino Tsukuchi could be found up on the balcony overlooking the rest of the building. This area, called the F4 lounge, was only available to the Flower Four and their friends.

Domyouji Tsukasa, the leader of the group, was a tall man with black curly hair and black eyes. He wore a white tux shirt and an unbuttoned long black trench coat over designer blue jeans and black boots. A plate of rare steak and rice sat at the round table in front of him. He'd recently taken over the Domyouji Group, a major financial company worldwide, and was also the leader of the Flower Four.

Across from him sat his fiancé, Makino Tsukuchi. She was a petite girl with long, straight black hair and black eyes. She wore her school uniform, a fancy red blazer over a white tux shirt and a black tie. Her skirt was checkered red, white, and black, and she wore a pair of black ankle boots. She ate a homemade bento in an antique wooden box with a crack in one corner. Makino came from a severely poor family, to the point that for a time they'd lived off of seaweed alone.

At the table next to them sat Hanazawa Rui, his chair turned away from the table towards Domyouji and Makino with his legs crossed. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt, a white trench coat, a pair of white jeans, and white boots, accenting his soft, light-brown hair that framed his face and deep brown eyes. He was the heir to a large company, but as no one know what exactly the corporation did, he was viewed as the most mysterious member of the F4.

Nishikado Soujiro, a tall man with dark brown hair that was neck-length in the back and chin length in the back and deep brown eyes, stood. He wore a navy blue tux shirt under a black fancy jacket and blue jeans that covered the top of his black loafers. His family company dealt in the tea business, both selling tea and tea ceremony products as well as hosting those ceremonies nation wide.

Next to him, a man with shaggy brown hair and matching eyes sat on the edge of a third round table. He wore a simple black tux shirt over blue jeans. He was Mimasaka Akira, the heir of one of Japan's five yakuza families.

When the cafeteria suddenly silenced, the five stood up and walked over to the railing to investigate. At the entrance they saw six people, three boys and three girls, standing in a straight line in a high school uniform that obviously came from a very wealthy school, based on the quality of the fabrics.

"Who are they?" Makino asked her friends.

Rui frowned, leaning over the railing and folding his hands together. "I'm not sure, Makino, I've never seen them before, and I don't recognize the uniform, either."

"I don't either," Soujiro said, crossing his arms in front of him. "And what are high school students doing here, anyways?"

The group didn't have time to respond, as a boy with chin-length black hair standing in a manner that screamed that he could fight in the center of the group spoke up. "We're looking for the…" he began before he was interrupted by a high-pitched female squeal.

"Miroku! What are you doing here?" Sanjo Sakurako, a tall girl with curly brown hair wearing the same uniform as Makino, asked. She leapt onto a boy with shaggy dark black hair with a sucker in his mouth.

The boy hugged her before stepping back, reaching up and pulling the sucker out of his mouth, revealing it's electric blue color. "I called you this morning, remember? We're looking for the F4, and you freaked out when you found out I'd never heard of them before."

Sakurako tilted her head to the side. "That's true. But still, what are you doing here? You should be in school!"

"Why would I be in school?" the boy asked.

"School is boring!" the other five joined in so that the group was speaking in unison.

The Eitoku girl sighed. "You still complain about being bored all the time? Don't you ever do anything fun?"

"Yes! A few months ago I was kidnapped, that was pretty exciting!" a girl with short black hair chirped.

"You call that fun? Wasn't that scary?" Sakurako asked in a confused tone.

The other girl smiled. "Nope! When they tried to kidnap me the first time I beat them up, but when I found out what they were trying to do I volunteered! So it wasn't scary at all!"

"Why on earth would you volunteer to be kidnapped? That doesn't make much sense!"

Miroku smiled, sticking his sucker back in his mouth. "Sakurako, Yuki doesn't do much that makes sense at all, you just have to go with the flow. So, F4?"

"That would be us," Rui spoke up from the balcony. "What do you need?"

"That would be something we'd like to discuss in private, if you don't mind," the boy who'd tried to talk before being interrupted by Sakurako told him.

Rui smiled. "That would be fine, where would you like to talk?"

"If you don't mind, we'd like to talk in our clubroom back at school. It's not like we go to class anyways, but if we stay away from campus too long the principal will threaten to expel us again and that just ruins whatever little amount of fun we were having." Rui turned to look at the rest of the F4 and Makino.

"What do you guys think?"

Akira shrugged. "Sure, we've all finished classes for the day anyways." The rest nodded in agreement, and Rui turned back to the six strangers.

"That's fine, lead the way." The five Eitoku students left the balcony and walked over to six, who led them out of the school cafeteria and across campus to the gates, where a black limo and an expensive motorcycle were parked. Miroku walked over the motorcycle and climbed on, fastening his black helmet.

"Meet you guys back at school!" he waved as he tossed his sucker stick into a nearby trashcan before taking off. Seishiro led the others to the limousine, where all ten students climbed in and sat down, Seishiro and Noriko behind the driver, Bidou, Karen, and Yuki on the other end, Rui, Makino, and Domyouji on the left side, and Akira and Soujiro on the right side.

Seishiro smiled at the Flower Four. "I should probably introduce us, I'm Kikumasamune Seishiro, and this is Hakushika Noriko," he said, motioning towards himself and then Noriko. "The others are Bidou Granmarie, Kenbishi Yuri, and Kizakura Karen. Our friend who left on his motorcycle is Shochikubai Miroku. It's nice to meet you. Sorry to show up out of the blue like that, but we really need to talk to you about something."

"What do you need to talk to us about? You still haven't explained that to us."

"Yes, well, we'll get to that, but I'd prefer to wait until we get to the club room at school. I don't want to start with Miroku, as we'll probably end up needing his cell phone, as usual."

Karen laughed. "Not that his cell phone would do us any good without Miroku, Seishiro. That thing makes no sense to me."

The tall boy with black curly hair snorted. "What's so confusing about a cell phane?" he asked, laughing. His friends just looked at him in exasperation.

"I think you mean cell phone, Tsukasa," the boy on the other side of the girl sitting next to him spoke up. "In any case, I'm Hanazawa Rui, and this idiot is Domyouji Tsukasa. This is Makino Tsukuchi, Nishikado Soujiro, and Mimasaka Akira. It's nice to meet you as well, and I'm looking forward into finding out what you want to talk to us about." Rui smiled, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes.

"What school do you guys go to?" Akira asked as he crossed his legs, looking towards Seishiro as he appeared to be the spokesperson, if not leader, of the group.

"We're third years at St. President's Academy on the other side of the city. We're the student government, though the school usually calls us the Yukan Club."

"Yukan? As in leisure? How'd you get named that" Seishiro nodded.

"Yes, that's right. We never really go to class, so someone made up the name as a joke our first year and it stuck."

"Isn't it insulting though? They're basically calling you lazy," Soujiro asked curiously.

Yuki grinned. "No, not really! It's faster than student body government, and it sounds cooler! Seishiro, are we almost to school yet? I'm hungry!"

The president sighed. "Yes, Yuki, we'll be there soon. And we'll be arriving during lunch, too, so we can eat when we get to the clubroom."

"Yay! Food!" The Yukan Club laughed as the F4 looked at the energetic girl oddly.

Domyouji turned to his fiancé. "Thank god you aren't like this commoner, Makino, or I'd never have dated you." However, Domyouji, being Domyouji, failed in speaking quietly, so the entire limo could hear his comment. Seishiro laughed.

"I wouldn't call Yuki a commoner if I was you, Domyouji Tsukasa. I do believe you are the head of Domyouji Group, correct?" Domyouji nodded. "Yuki's father is the leader of the Kenbishi Group. She's supposed to inherit the company after she gets a business degree."

"But can Yuki get a business degree? She is ranked last in our grade, Seishiro," Noriko commented in her usual soft-sounding voice.

Yuki jumped out of her seat, rushing towards the front of the limo. She reached over to pounce on Noriko, but Seishiro managed to jump out of his seat and catch the Athletic Club president before she could accomplish her goal.

"Yuki! Stop, she's just telling the truth, calm down! There's no reason to attack Noriko!" he tried to sooth her. "She didn't mean anything by it, you know that!" The girl sighed, slouching down in Seishiro's arms for a minute before pulling away.

"Sorry," she mumbled, moving back to her seat. "Oh, hey look! We're at school!" The limousine had just pulled up in front of a large castle-like building with about a hundred teenagers standing or sitting around on the large grounds and the two circular staircases, one on the left and one on the right. The students all looked up as the limo came to a stop and Miroku pulled up on his motorcycle next to them.

"Miroku-sama!" a large number of girls and guys both screamed excitedly, waving hello furiously. "Konnichiwa!"

"Konnichiwa!" he smiled, pulling out another sucker. He turned towards the limo, where the F4 climbed out first, walking over and joining Miroku next to his motorcycle.

"Who are they?" the students of St. President's Academy whispered to each other, gazing at the newcomers. They didn't worry about it for too long, however, as Bidou had just climbed out of the limo. A group of about ten girls jumped up and rushed down the stairs to the blonde haired boy.

"Bidou-sama! Bidou-sama! We love you!" they all screamed at the quarter Swedish teen excitedly. Bidou smiled.

"Thank you, ladies," he said as they circled around him. "Is that a new hair clip? I love it! I love your smile, don't ever stop! I love the way you carry yourself, it never fails to brighten my day!" The girls turned to each other and squealed as he broke away and headed to the F4 and Miroku and Karen exited the limousine. The girls ran away as a group of boys rushed to take their place.

"Karen-sama! Karen-sama! Please accept my token of love!" a boy with short black hair begged, holding out a love letter as he kneeled on the ground on one knee. The rest of the group did the same behind him, all holding out bright colored envelops.

"Thank you," Karen smiled with a small smile. "Will I see you later?"

"Yes!" the boys all yelled as they took their letters and ran back to their friends with large grins on their faces.

Makino turned to look at Domyouji. "Now why couldn't you have been like that in high school?" she asked, her arms crossed in front of her body crossly.

"What do you mean?" he asked, "I was perfect in high school!"

"I mean when people confessed to you. You always just tossed the stuff back at them, at least these people smile and thank them. They apparently don't accept the stuff, but at least the people confessing seem happy," she scolded.

Domyouji frowned. "Why would I accept anything? I have you!" Rui, Akira, and Soujiro laughed.

"Makino, I think that's a bit above his understanding," Akira laughed. Domyouji looked as if he was about to protest, but Yuki had just excited the limo, and a large crowd of screaming girls drowned out the sound of his voice.

"Yuki-sama! Yuki-sama! Are you hungry? Here's food!" the girls asked in loud voices. Yuki grinned, grabbing a basket of fruit out of the nearest girl's hands.

"Thank you," she said, "I'm starving! Make sure to bring me the rest later, okay?"

"Yes, Yuki-sama!" The girls walked away and Yuki joined the rest of the group by Miroku's motorcycle as Noriko climbed out of limousine. This time the group was made of up boys, and they ran towards her holding out white envelopes with love letters inside.

"Noriko-sama, please accept these!" they begged. Noriko's eyes widened in fear and she rushed back into the limousine, running out the other side.

"No, stay away from me!" she begged as she ran over and hid behind Miroku. "Miroku, keep them away from me! They're scary!"

Miroku laughed, twirling his sucker. "You'll have a better change if you bring her the envelops calmly later," the electronic junky told the group of boys nonchalantly. The group stopped running towards Norkiko.

"Good idea!" they chirped before heading back towards the school, whispering to each other furiously.

Noriko sighed in relief. "Thanks, Miroku, they were scaring me," she smiled at her friend.

"Noriko's fear of men is quite fierce," Seishiro smiled as he exited the black vehicle. As soon as he was in sight, another group of boys rushed towards Seishiro with more white envelops.

"Please join my club!" they all begged, holding out their arms offering the club applications. "Please?"

Seishiro smiled. "Give them to me later and I'll consider, okay?" He left the group and headed over to Miroku's motorcycle, where all eleven where now gathered. "Shall we head to the club room now?" he asked.

The group all walked up the spiraled staircase to the right, the Yukan Club waving at their fans as they passed.

"You guys seem to be as popular here as we are at Eitoku," Soujiro commented as they entered the castle-like building.

Seishiro nodded. "It's not that surprising, really. People tend to look up to people who have more wealth than they do, especially at these high class schools. It doesn't help that St. President's is quite a bit smaller than Eitoku. There's only ninety-nine students in each grade here."

"Then there's less than three hundred students enrolled here?" Rui asked. "That's less than just one grade at Eitoku."

"Yes, but it means the school is a lot closer to each other, I think I know the names of every student here," the Student Body President said. "Oh, turn here." He turned left into a small hallway that had one step before a large wooden door. There was a small black sign with gold lettering spelling "Yukan Club" hanging on a thin gold chain above a wooden sign that said "Student Government" in carved letters. He opened the door, revealing the Student Government room, also known as the Yukan Club's club room. The main part of the room was circular, with a hexagon table in the center with a chair on each side. To the left was a large rectangular table against the wall covered in random odds and ends. Several guitars and an amp were situated nearby and in the corner. The walls were covered in red scroll hangings with gold designs. On the far wall was an alcove with the back wall made of glass. In front of it was a step with a Go board in the center, a cushion on the right and left sides. To the left of the main room was a step down into a half-circle shaped room. There was another table in the center of that room, this one a low coffee table with a black couch in front of it and a few matching arm chairs on the other side. The Yukan Club motioned the Flower Four and Makino to seats at the hexagonal table, while they themselves stood nearby, Miroku grabbing his acoustic guitar and sitting down at the last open seat. He quietly began to strum on the strings before he sensed eyes staring at him. He looked up to see all ten young adults watching him.

"W...w…what?" he asked, stuttering over his words as he often did.

Seishiro sighed. "We're having a meeting, Miroku, put your guitar down, okay?" Miroku pouted before taking his hands off the strings.

"Fine," he sighed.

"Good, now that we're all paying attention, we can actually start. You're hosting the Teen of Japan contest this year, right?" Seishiro asked the Eitoku students. Rui nodded, and the martial arts expert continued. "Karen, Yuki, and Noriko were just invited to take the places of the girls who withdrew after being threatened, so we wanted to find out what you know about the situation."

"Why do you want to know that?" Soujiro asked curiously.

"We want to figure out who's behind it, that's all."

Akira tilted his head. "Why do you want to do that?"

"We're bored," Miroku said, shrugging his shoulders.

The five Eitoku students stared at him in shock. "Seriously? You want to dive into a dangerous situation because you're bored? That's not very smart," Rui commented.

"Let us worry about that, we've done this before, we know what we're doing. So, what do you know?" Seishiro replied.

Soujiro frowned. "Not much, actually. All we know is that the girl's withdrew after they were told their university offers would be withdrawn if they entered."

"What universities are they planning on entering?" Noriko questioned.

"Actually, I don't know, we never asked."

Karen smiled. "Then we'll just have to figure it out ourselves, we just need a computer."

Seishiro frowned. "But we don't have a computer in here for some strange reason."

"A computer? No problem," Miroku smiled. He got up and put his guitar away, then grabbed a strange metal object out of his backpack. Sitting back down and putting his backpack at his feet, he opened the metal contraption, revealing a screen on one end a mess of wires on the other.

"What is he doing?" Akira asked as they watched the sucker-loving teen fiddle with the wires for several minutes.

Yuki grinned. "Knowing Miroku, making a computer."

"Bingo," Miroku said, looking up. He grabbed a piece of metal out of his backpack, then screwed it in over the wires. "Tada, finished." He pressed a button on the metal sheet, and the contraption instantly came to life, the screen lighting up to a start up screen and the metal sheet lit up with outlined lettered keys.

The Flower 4 plus Makino stared. "How did you manage to do that? That's more technological advanced than the best computer on the market right now!" Akira said in shock, pointing at the homemade laptop computer.

Miroku shrugged. "It's not that hard, really. Ok, now let's see, Teen of Japan, Teen of Japan… Oh, here we go. The students who withdrew are Taue Megumi, who was heading to Todou University, Doi Sakura, who is entering Todou University, and Naitou Aoi, who is… entering Todou University. It looks like we have our link."

"Todou University, why would someone there be threatening future students to stay out of the competition? It doesn't make much sense," Rui commented, crossing his legs elegantly.

Seishiro frowned. "No, it doesn't. It would help if we knew who in the University is threatening the girls, just the name of the school doesn't help much."

"How do we figure that out, though? It's not like we can just go up to the school and start asking questions, that would get us no where," Akira said. Miroku sighed, taking his cell phone out of his pocket for the second time that day.

"I guess it's up to me again," he said nonchalantly as he scrolled through his contacts for a few seconds before pressing the call button. "Hello, it's me, I need some information. Ah, Todou University and the Teen of Japan competition, I need to know the link between the two. Hmm, okay, thanks, call me if you find anything." He hung up, then selected another number, telling whoever had answered the phone pretty much the same thing as he'd told the first person. After his fourth phone call, he laid his phone down on the table.

Domyouji smirked. "No luck finding anything? I'm not surprised, can't expect some high school student to figure out who's behind something like-" Miroku's cell phone began to ring, interrupting Domyouji's rant.

"Moshi moshi?" Miroku asked, picking up his phone and bringing it to his ear. "Oh, really? Hmm, that's interesting. I see, thanks. All right, let me know if anything changes. Ja." He hung up his phone, looking up at the others. "One of Todou's admissions officers, Rin Yuuta, is apparently associated with one of the yakuza gangs. However, it appears that this group is inside one of the other ones and has actually gone rogue, but they're hiding it from the main heads. They want to destroy Japan's economy by going after the F4, as that would mean four of the most influential families in Japan are without a male heir. The Teen of Japan is the easiest way to get to you. They're trying to sabotaging the competition to give both the Domyouji and Kenbishi families a bad name at the same time in hopes it would drop the stock prices," he explained.

Akira frowned. "Do you know which yakuza group this gang is hiding out in?" he asked.

"No, they've hidden themselves pretty well."

Soujiro turned to his friend. "Akira, are you able to call a meeting of the five yakuza leaders? We may be able to get them to help us investigate this. Even the yakuza doesn't want the Japanese economy to fail, so they should be willing to help."

"No, unfortunately I don't have that power."

Miroku sighed. "I've had to use my cell phone more times today than I have in the last month," he said in annoyance as he once again picked up his cell phone. "Let's see, the first clan is the Mimasaka Clan, so that would be Mimasaka Hiroto…"

Akira blinked. "Hey, that's my dad!" Miroku looked at him.

"Oh, really? Then you can make that call." The older boy began pulling out his cell phone before suddenly pausing.

"Wait a minute, how do you know my dad?"

"Well, he was a friend of a friend of a friend's wife of a friend, we met a few years ago and I'm pretty sure he technically owes me a favor for reason or another," Miroku shrugged. "So, you going to call him or do I have to?"

"I'll do it."

"Cool, that's one less phone call for me. Now, who's next… The Kuroda clan, so I need to call Yamaguchi Kumiko."

"Yamaguchi Kumiko? Isn't she the heir of that clan?"

Miroku looked up. "Yeah, that's right."

"How'd you manage to get to know her? I've been trying for years."

The high school boy shrugged. "She was my cousin's high school homeroom teacher a few years ago." He pressed call, and held his phone up to his ear. "Hello, Yankumi? Hi, this is Yabuki's cousin Shochikubai Miroku, and I needed to ask you a favor. We've uncovered evidence that there's a group hiding in one of the yakuza clans trying to crash the country's economy, and I was hoping you or your grandfather or Shin would be willing to meet with my friends and I as well as the other clan leaders to try and figure out where and who they are." A pause. "Really? That's great; I'll text you with the time and place in an hour or so. Thanks! Tell Shin hello for me. Ja."

He hung up the phone and turned to look at Akira. "You going to call?"

Akira nodded. "Yeah, sorry, I got distracted by your last name. Shochikubai… is your father Shochikubai Tokimune, the police commissioner?" Miroku nodded, and Akira blinked in shock. "How the hell do you have links in the mafia when your father is the head of the entire police force of Japan?"

Miroku shrugged. "Actually, that's how I've met a lot of my contacts. I meet a lot of people Dad's investigating and I just end up making friends with them. They're normally really good people." Akira shook his head in disbelief as both he and Miroku began to make their phone calls.

Ten minutes later, both Miroku and Akira had hung up their cell phones, and a meeting between the five clans and the eleven young adults was scheduled for the next day. Miroku went and grabbed his guitar again as everyone began to have small private conversations amongst themselves, getting to know the people they were likely to see a lot of in the next few weeks. Miroku began to strum on his guitar before beginning to sing quietly.

"Ai nante kotoba kusugutta kute, narashite yameta yofuke no denwa! Tomodachi no mama itsuka itta kedo, kokoro wa ugokidashiteita," he sang, holding out the last note on a high octave commonly unreachable to people of the male gender. Akira looked up from his conversation with Soujiro, and his eyes widened as he caught sight of the Police commissioner's son singing, eyes closed. He stood up and walked around the table to Miroku, coming to a stop behind his chair as he sang the last few lines of the first verse. "Aenai yoru ga gueru tabi, chikaku naru hohoemi ga mune wo tsutsumu!

"Arifureta iikata kamo shirenai, mta kimi wo nakasu kamoshrenai! Dakedo kawarazu mamoritsuzukero you, yes, two of us, yes we can fall in love! Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, please, please only true romance," Miroku sang the next verse half in English. Akira smiled, impressed by the boy's pronunciation as he reached out and grabbed hold of the back of Miroku's chair, which went unnoticed to Miroku, as he was leaning forward in his chair. The older boy closed his eyes as he tried to place the song that sounded hauntingly familiar to him for a reason he couldn't quite place.

The tempo of Miroku's guitar began to pick up, and Akira's eyes widened as he finally placed the song, smirking as Miroku began to sing the bridge of the song a bit louder than he'd been singing the rest of the song. "When we're turning in the wind,' he sang."

Akira joined, singing the background line, "get together." Miroku's eyes widened in shock, but didn't' let it faze him, instead concentrating on finishing the song.

"Let's get it on, get it on!" He sang, once more reaching the higher octaves.

The two began to sing the next verse of the song together, Akira singing an octave lower than Miroku. "Arifureta iikata ka mo shrenai, mata kimi wo nakasu ka mo shirenai. Dakedo kawarazu mamaoritsukudero you, yes two of us, yes we can fall in love."

Soujiro, who'd turned to talk to Karen and Bidou when Akira left his seat a minute earlier, looked up as he heard his friend's voice joining the quiet music in the background.

"What is it?" Karen asked softly so as to not interrupt the two young adult's singing.

"Akira's singing, he doesn't do that very often, saying that it's something he doesn't to just share with anyone. It's odd that he's singing with someone he only just met today." Karen smiled.

"Miroku tends to have that effect on people, why do you think he knows so many people? I swear, we can't go out anywhere without running into at least one person Miroku is friends with that we've never seen before, so it's not surprising that Akira-san is opening up to Miroku,"

Soujiro shrugged. "Maybe, he commented as he watched Miroku and Akira finish the song together.

"Aoku kagayaku kino hoshi ni umare, botachi wa deai koko ni iro you. Sou kitto umaku wa ienai kedo, Yes I love you, uso ja nai sa. Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, please, please only true romance, I'm loving you. "Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, please, please only true romance, I'm loving you."

"You're a good singer, Miroku-kun," Akira said with a smile. Miroku blushed.

"Th…th…th… tha…thanks," he stuttered, "y…y…you too." The younger boy looked down at his guitar nervously, strumming randomly on his guitar to distract himself from the boy staring down at him from above.

Akira reached his hand down, running his hands through Miroku's hair. "So, you're the boy who used to sing at battle of the bands contests with KAT-TUN, interesting." Miroku looked up, surprised.

"H….h…h…..h…how…"

"Come on, just say it!" the college student teased.

"How… did…you…know," Miroku said slowly to stop himself from stuttering.

"I used to go to the contests with my cousin and I ended up buying one of the KAT-TUN demo albums, how do you think I knew the lyrics to the song you just sang? Kimi wo omou toki!"

Miroku shrugged, blushing once again. "I didn't really think about it," he admitted bashfully, causing the other boy to laugh lightly.

"Silly," Akira said, bringing his hand to a stop in Miroku's hair. The younger boy made a low moan of disappointment, and Akira's smile grew larger, resuming the soft motion of his hand. "Like that do you?" Akira asked, leaning down and whispering in his ear softly. Miroku blushed again.

"Shut up," he mumbled.

"But I don't want to, silly, I…" He was cut off by Bidou standing up and going over to open the door. Instantly about two dozen girls and boys rushed into the room, calling out the names of the Yukan Club member they were there for.

Several of the students, both male and female, crowded around Miroku. "Shochikubai-sama, we love you!" the group squealed as one, all holding out packages and envelops of various sizes and colors.

"Thank you," Miroku smiled. He reached out and accepted the gifts one by one, placing them on the table one-by-one. "I'll make sure to open them as soon as I have time." He didn't notice Akira frowning behind him, his arms crossed in front of his body. As soon as the students left he reached down and turned Miroku's chair so that he faced the older boy.

"What was that?" he demanded.

Miroku blinked. "What was what?"

"Why did you let them faun over you like that? There's no reason for it!"

"If we don't give them time like that, they'll bother us all day every day. We'd rather deal with it only when we get to school and ten minutes at lunch time, that way we can have some peace the rest of the day," Miroku explained. Akira just continued to glare. "W….w….w….what? What did I do to make you mad at me? It doesn't make sense!" Miroku reached into his pocket and pulled out another sucker, this one red, then un-wrapped it. He began to bring it up to his mouth only for Akira to snatch it away. "Hey! Why are you being mean to me all of a sudden?" Akira shrugged, popping Miroku's sucker in his mouth.

"I'm going to head home, Dad wanted to go over details for the meeting tomorrow in person," he announced, walking out of the room. Miroku turned to the rest of the Flower Four and Makino.

"What did I do?" Soujiro shrugged.

"With Akira, who knows," he said, causing Miroku to sigh as he pulled out another red sucker.

"Whatever," he said to himself quietly, "I'm not dealing with him."