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Chapter 1: Fuyuki Finds Out

(Fuyuki's Point-Of-View)

"Tama-chan! It's time to go!" Momoka, standing in the Hinata's doorway, called out to her tadpole pet.

"Coming, desu!" Tamama chirped, skipping to the doorway after saying his goodbyes to Keroro.

"U-um...Th-Thank you for having us come over, F-Fu-Fuyu-Fuyuki-kun..." Momoka bowed politely.

Fuyuki shook his head dismissively "She's always really polite," He silently thought ", but her stutter is getting worse...I hope there's nothing making her nervous." (OH DEAR, YOU FAILINGLY DENSE BOY)

"It was nice having you over, Nishizawa-san." He smiled at his friend. Suddenly, and almost with – poof! - sound effects to match, Momoka's cheeks flushed a rosy pink.

"Uh...Um...Uh, Fu-Fuyuki-kun...?" Momoka quickly took great interest in her shoes, though they were stylish and cute and most likely cost the same as Fuyuki's own house, only looking up at Fuyuki in glances and snatches.

"Yes, Nishizawa-san?" Fuyuki prompted. Whatever she was going to tell him, it had her even more nervous than usual. "It must be important..."

"I...I...I...W-well, I...uuuum..."

"Oh, Hi Momoka-chan!" Natsumi smiled. She and Koyuki had finally returned from their shopping trip, and were carrying clothes-filled bags in tow. His sister's friendly smile faltered when she saw Momoka's entirely dejected, utterly defeated and thoroughly depressed expression.

"Are...Are we interrupting something?" The pink-head inquired, her tone suggesting that she already knew the answer.

"No..." Momoka shook her head. Despite her calm demeanour, Fuyuki could just glimpse the sadness in her eyes and on her voice. "No, it was nothing...nothing important."

"It must've been," Fuyuki mulled quietly ", otherwise she wouldn't be acting like that, would she?"

"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Fuyuki-kun." The blue-haired bipolar smiled; somewhat melancholy, already walking down the street, back to her lavish home. Tamama waved happily, big bug eyes scantly peeking her out of her backpack.

"Let's go in, it's freezing out here." Natsumi shivered against the cold winter air. Fuyuki nodded and followed his sister and Koyuki back into his house.

Leaning against the closed door, he mulled over what had just occurred.

"Nishizawa-san really wanted to tell me something then...and it made her really nervous. She looked so unhappy when she couldn't tell me...It must be something she can only tell me in private...I wonder what- Wait."

Realization sparked through Fuyuki's brain like static.

"This has happened before...This has happened a lot of times before...Something...Something but really be bothering Nishizawa-san, and for a long time now! That's it. I've got to find out what it is, and help somehow. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?"

Fuyuki lolled his head back, hearing a dull –thud- as his skull collided with the wooden door.

"...Can't believe I never noticed it before..." He groaned "I am so dense sometimes."

Fuyuki resolved to find out exactly what was wrong with Momoka tomorrow. Even if he had to confront her during Occult Club, he'd find out; he'd help.

That's what friends are for. What best friends are for.

Passing the living room door, Fuyuki overheard his sister's and her friend's conversation. He hardly ever eavesdropped, but Natsumi had regularly berated him into making it a habit now that the house was 'crawling with invading amphibian stupidity'.

He paused to listen for Natsumi's voice to sound again.

"I feel really bad about interrupting Momoka-chan earlier." His ears snapped up at the mention of her name.

"Yeah...me too." Koyuki's voice barely muttered. "Oh, I hope she finally gets to confess to him soon!"

Fuyuki's brow furrowed. "Confess? Confess what? Did Nishizawa-san do something?" He leaned closer to the door.

"Same here..." Natsumi agreed "But it's Fuyuki's fault too, I guess."

Curiosity turned to needing. "What have I done?" His ear was firmly pressed against the wood now.

"I mean, can't he even notice that the girl likes him!"

Fuyuki's jaw dropped.

"Loves him' is more accurate!"

The heat of a blush flooded his cheeks. His head span and his mind sparked with the concept, the mere possibility that the bipolar heiress could like him, love him- LOVE! He felt his heart pound mercilessly against his ribs and it pumped more and more blood into his face, adding fuel to the now burning blush.

"Oh, wait here and I'll get that book for you, Koyuki-chan."

The voice was too distant to properly register in Fuyuki's brain. Not even her footsteps or the door opening or Natsumi's shocked gasp properly registered.

"Nishizawa-san likes...me?"

What did you think? The chapters will get better, i promise. I'm just terrible at writing openings.