Ryoma sighed as he pulled up his stockings, glaring at the door. One would think that he'd have less work to do, seeing as he was being forced to crossdress, and find his own clothing on top of that.

Oh, that had been a fun shopping trip. Thank god for Nanako, his cousin.

And that manicure his mother had given him was just beautiful, thank you for asking.

And now, here he was, putting on a dress in the club room as his senpai set up the tables for their outdoor coffee shop.

Well, he thought as he grimly slipped into a pair of heels, he might as well make them pay extra for this later. A wicked smile twisted his features, and he smoothed it out as a knock sounded.

BREAKBREAKBREAKBREAKBREAKBREAKBREAK

Momo sighed as he looked at his watch. His teammates were all around him, already dressed in their suits and prepared for the day ahead.

Well, all except one of them.

Making his way to the club room, along with his senpai, he knocked on the door softly. "Echizen, you ready yet?"

The door opened, and a girl stepped out. She had dark blue eyes, and a dark blue dress was cinched just below her small chest, the flowing fabric twisting around her knees, and she fidgeted. Her green-tinted black hair was curled into soft waves, bangs swooping to the left side of her face. A small, red-gemmed flower pin dragged some of her hair back behind her right ear, showing a matching earing. Black floral-lace stockings covered her legs, and she wore some heels that added to her height. A shawl, a couple shades lighter than the dress, covered her shoulders, and she clutched a little blue bag with black beads stitched onto it. Her eyes were outlined and done up, and her nails were somewhat long, painted blue with small fake diamonds pressed into some of them.

A fierce glare was set on her face.

Momo flinched. "Ah, sorry. We must have had the wrong room, or something." The regulars turned to go, only stopping when the pretty girl spoke.

"Momo-senpai, what are you on about? Aren't we going to be late?"

Everyone froze, in a sort of comical way, and slowly turned to look back at her. "W- Echizen?!"

Ryoma nodded. "For the remainder of the day, please call me something else. I don't want anyone to recognize me."

"W-But! Your eyes! They're a different- And a chest! How?!" Momo stuttered.

Ryoma shrugged. "Colored contacts. Padded bra. Please acknowledge that you heard me."

Tezuka, who had been stunned to silence, though he didn't show it, now spoke up. "Very well. What would you like us to call you?"

The freshman shrugged. He did not want to be doing this. "Aria, maybe? We can say that I'm a friend of mine from America, and I'm not here today, since I'm sick or something, so I'm helping out instead," He frowned. "If that made any sense."

Fuji smiled. "Saaa… Well then, Aria-chan. I guess it's time to begin. How about we all go attract some customers while the non-regulars serve them, for now?"

Echizen scowled. "Fine." He strode past them, walking quickly to the main area of the festival. Everyone stared after him.

"Nya, Ochibi-chan! You won't get many people if you act like that!"

Ryoma snorted. "Then why don't you dress up as a girl instead." He peered around a corner, looking for victims.

"But none of us will look as pretty as you, Aria-chan." Fuji smiled, a sadistic air making everyone around him flinch.

Ryoma just shot him a glare, then stepped out into the open. He'd found a likely group of boys, all of whom were staring lecherously at passing girls, and was now walking towards them, a large smile pasted on his face.

As his teammates watched, Ryoma brushed his tongue lightly over his lips when the group of boys looked at him. He smiled, leaning forwards slightly. "Hello."

The boys looked at this new comer with appraising eyes. Ryoma's smile was somewhat seductive, and his voice had been lowered and sounded husky. One of the boys, whose hair had been dyed blonde, looked at him, eyes ravishing Ryoma's body. "Hello. What can we do for someone as pretty as yourself?"

A light pink dusted Ryoma's cheeks, and he leaned towards the blonde, fingers lightly caressing his forearm. "You know, I'm working right now, but I'll be at the tennis club's cafe later." He winked as he said this, and the boys nodded, rushing off towards the cafe.

Ryoma brushed an imaginary strand of hair back behind his ear as he slipped away, first speaking to the more lecherous characters, then going into a sweet and innocent personality and luring those who preyed on that.

Everyone he interacted with was wrapped around his finger.

Everything was going fine, until right after lunch ended.

And then they showed up.

Hyotei was the first, Atobe leading the way. They were all looking around, and, in a panic, Ryoma slipped back towards his senpai, recovering his cool demeanor.

"You didn't say anything about them being here!" He hissed at Fuji in the shadows of one of the trees. Everyone else had gone back to work, leaving Fuji to watch over Ryoma.

But Fuji just smiled sadistically. "Ah, but how were we to know, Aria-chan?"

"What if they recognize me?" Echizen decided to put some of his talent to use. He chewed on his lower lip, wringing his hands around his clutch bag.

Fuji paused, staring at his kohai. "Echizen, I don't think that they'll reco-"

Tears started forming in the boy's eyes, and he shook his head. "Senpai, you're so mean, making me do this! I told you I didn't want to and now you're making me anyways, and not even giving me anything in return!" Ryoma sniffed, blinking back the tears as he smiled internally at Fuji's guilty-looking face. Good. Nice to see he had some human emotions in him.

Ryoma sniffed one last time, swiping at his nose. "I'll do it." He said, looking up into his senpai's eyes. "F-for the good of the club. I'm the pillar, right?" He turned to go, pretending not to hear when Fuji called his name softly.