Disclaimer:

First of all, I don't own this story! This wonderful belongs to Kotome Yubake Shimizu, I just translated this into english for the small SatoshixKeiichixSatoshi community! Please enjoy, and if you leave reviews, I'll send them out to him/her, alright?! Woot! Second of all, I own NONE of these characters! Or the show! Or the plot! I do own a new uniform for a prep school I'm going to go to, but that's all! ... And this computer!

Punishment

"Hau~! Satoshi-kun, you look so cute! I want to take you home~!" Rena screamed helplessly. In response, she earned a muffled groan of despair.

"Those clothes seem made for you, truly," said Rika, smiling sweetly, the others agreeing by nodding with broad smiles, mocking and enraptured.

"What do you think, Kei-chan?" Mion turned his head vigorously in the direction of the aforementioned, eyes flashing.

Maebara Keiichi, Wizard of Words and Star of Hinamizawa, watched Houjou Satoshi in his Angel Mort waitress uniform as if he were being analyzed by an X-ray.

Undoubtedly, he loved to win in club activities. And now that they had Satoshi, the chances of coming in last place had been reduced virtually to zero. Poor rookie with no luck.

"One could say we now have two Satokos." he decided very seriously.
"Kei - Keiichi!" Satoshi said the word, "outrage" written in his eyes and rested his hands on the table suddenly.

The prior gave a short laugh and looked at him, eyes sparkling.
"Don't worry, I still think you look better," he said, ruffling his hair- "The waitress" whose red eyes were still full of shock and shame. "Yes, you look great."

Satoshi finally reacted and, with a flushed face, he quickly lowered his eyes, trying to ignore the laughter of his friends.
"You're a cynic," he whispered, not daring to look at him as he had been moments before. "You won't be so happy when you get your turn." he hurled viciously.

"Satoshi... that time will not come," Maebara replied with a smile as charming as it was sadistic. "Not as long as you stay in the club."
"Don't underestimate me! Mu..."
"Come on, get me a lemon shake," he asked giving him a pat on the head with his knuckles. Instantly, the girls burst into a loud laugh and then proceeded to make their requests to the poor Satoshi, who reluctantly noted.

He turned his back on them in a quick move and walked away, offended.
It was so humiliating. Even if many in the place had not noticed that he was a boy. And even if they did, did they didn't seem too offer him much pity.

However...

Keiichi had never praised his looks or stroked his head that way. Never.

And though it was the punishment he was receiving, he... even in jest...

He blushed deeply.

"The blonde waitress is very slow! They should fire her due to inefficiency!"

Satoshi's cheeks burned, but this time it was with rage.

"Mu..." he muttered, containing the urge to turn around and throw the tray at the others' head.

That wretch... Someday he'd make him pay!

::Owari::

3/10/08 (First Version)

5/10/08 (Finished)