The office in which the group were gathered was large and spacious. The boys from the club were busy hooking up the equipment, while Uotani and the others were being briefed by the manager of the radio station. It was the usual drill; nothing illegal, no profanity (there was a quiet groan from Yuki at that point). In the center of the room was a large table around which several people could be seated. In front of each seat there was a headset and microphone. At the center of the table were several products, no doubt the things that they were to advertise during commercial breaks.

    Once they were left to their own devices, Uotani looked at Tohru and Yuki. "Saki's been gone a while. Where'd she say she was going again, Toh-kun?"

    "Ah..I think she said she was going to wait for the others." Tohru answered.

    Yuki blinked, looking at Tohru, "Others? Who else is coming, Honda-san?"

    Before she could answer that, the door was flung open, and Momiji bounded into the room, "Tohruuuu!!! Yuki-kun!" He made a beeline for a mega-glomp on the Onigiri princess, only to be thwarted by a hand on the back of his shirt collar.

    "Yo, minna." Hatsuharu remarked, keeping a vice grip on Momiji's shirt even as the younger boy continued trying to run for Tohru, arms outstretched. He looked towards Yuki, smiling in turn. "Yuki, it's good to see you."

    Uotani wasn't the only one to be surprise by their arrival, apparently; so was Yuki. He smiled weakly, and glanced at Tohru, "You called Hatsuharu and Momiji?"

    Tohru nodded, "I hope you don't mind..?"

    Yuki smiled, shaking his head, "No, of course not. The more the merrier." He just hoped that Black Haru wouldn't come out in the middle of the recording.

    A soft tap at the door sounded next, and Yuki looked up to see Ritsuko peeking in a tad nervously. "Um..a…am I interrupting? Am I late?"

    "Ritsuko?" Yuki blinked incredulously. And.. he's wearing a pink Kimono… oh god.

    Tohru beamed, waving Ritsuko inside, "You're right on time Richansan!"

    Ritsuko, currently clad, like Momiji, in feminine attire, smiled as he demurely entered the room, clasping his hands. "I wanted to thank you, Tohru-san, for inviting me to be a part of this project. Even though I am not part of your school, it was very kind of you. I'm so honored."

    Tohru shook her head, "No, the honor is mine desu!"  She tilted her head to the side, "I'm so happy that you accepted the offer! Did you have any trouble getting here? It's so wonderful to see you again Ri-chan-san!"

    Ritsuko shook his head, "No, your instructions were very clear and straightforward, thank you Tohru-san." He glance at the other Jyunishi; from a cheerful Momiji, to the ever-mellow Haru, and then finally to Yuki, who was recovering from the shock of seeing the Jyunishi gathered. "Ah, where's Kyo-kun?"

    Once again, Tohru was about to answer, but someone else did it for her.

    "He is here."

    Ritsuko turned around, finding himself face to face with the ever creepy Hanajima, who simply stared back at him, unblinking. "You have interesting waves." She remarked.

    Kyo stepped around Hanajima, arms crossed as he eyed the others gathered in the room. "OI! Where the hell did you all come form?"

    "I'm sorry!!" Ritsuko bowed deeply, "Should I not be here! I'm so sorry! Tohru-san invited me over and I of course accepted, but I should have considered everyone else's feelings! I'm SO SO SORRY! Please forgive this unworthy one! I didn't mean to offend y-"

Kyo waved the massive string of apologies off before Ritsuko REALLY got going. "Forget it." He said gruffly, looking past him to glare death rays at Yuki, who was doing a fair job at glaring just as coldly back at him.

And between them both, Tohru beamed happily, fairly glowing with happiness, "Kyo-kun! You came after all! Thank you so much! I'm so happy desuuu!"

Distracted from wishing death on Yuki, Kyo blinked at Tohru and grunted a response. Momiji looked at Tohru, "Ah, Tohru-chan! I forgot to mention, Hari said he was sorry he couldn't make it, but he was very busy looking after Akito."

Tohru smiled to the younger boy, "It's all right desu! We'll just make copies to give to Hatori-san later!"    

"HEY! I didn't agree to this!" Kyo suddenly snapped, shuddering at the thought.

Uotani smacked him across his head, "Well how the hell did you think we were going to display the project for class, you moron!"

Kyo rubbed his head and glared at Uotani, "Knock it off, ya damn yankee!"

"There goes the 'No profanity' stigma.." Yuki muttered.

Tohru coughed, waving her hands reassuringly, "It'll be okay, desu!" She hoped.

One of the members of the a/v club, Yaten, interrupted the group, "We're just about ready here, Uotani-san."

"Then we must decide who fills what role." Hanajima said quietly.

Uotani nodded, looking back to Yaten, "So what've we got, Ten-kun?"

Yaten held up a clipboard, flipping a few pages. "Well, we've got to have people handle the commercial segment,  news and the weather, the DJs themselves of course, someone to introduce the music selections, and someone to handle the phones."

Momiji thrust his hand into the air, "I nominate Tohru-chan as DJ!"

Tohru stammered, "ME? But..but.. but..!"

Yuki chuckled, "I think it's a good idea Honda-san. To be a DJ, someone has to be charming, and you have that, plus you have a beautiful voice. It suits the radio quite well. I myself, wouldn't mind introducing some classical music to our listeners."

Kyo scoffed, "You got to be kidding me! No one wants to listen to boring old classical music! Who do you think listens to this station; old people? We're going to use something new age; HARD ROCK Music, not tinkerbell classics!"

"Aus! Put the Prince and Carrot Top down for music, Ten-kun." Uotani interrupted, resting a hand on her hips.

"That still leaves phone work, news, weather, commercials, and the phones."

"Haru! Haru!" Momiji bounced up and down, "Let's do the commercials! That'll be fun, right Haru?"

Hatsuharu shrugged, "…okay."

Hanajima looked at Uotani, "Arisa. I would like to do the news."

Uotani smiled at her friend, "Aus! I'll handle the weather then."

Ritsuko fidgeted anxiously, "Ah….then…should I answer the phones?" He seemed rather disappointed that he wouldn't be on the radio.

Tohru shook her head, "Richan-san! Why don't you be a DJ with me desu?" She looked at Uotani, "That's okay, ne Uo-chan?"

Uotani nodded, "Sure!" she did a mental head count. "We still need someone to answer the phones though." She glanced at Yaten, "Oi! One of you guys free to do that?"

Yaten nodded, "Yeah, we don't need everyone to monitor. You two," he pointed at two others, "Take the phone station. Ken and I will keep everything running smoothly."

Tohru beamed happily, and ran over to Ritsuko, leading him towards the head of the table where the DJs were to sit. Uotani and Hanajima sat at the left side of the table, with Momiji across from them. It took some convincing, but they finally managed to get Hatsuharu to leave Yuki's side and rejoin Momiji. It took even more convincing to get Kyo to head towards the music selections with Yuki.

"Before we begin, has anyone decided on a name for our radio station?"

"Let's call it Tohru-Radio!" Momiji piped.

Uotani chuckled, "I don't think that suits too well, Momiji-chan."

"Yes, and Tohru-chan may be accused of being egotistical." Hanajima added.

"Um..excuse me…" Ritsuko ventured quietly.

Uotani and Hanajima glanced at the demure 'girl'. "Yeah? You have an idea?"

Ritsuko nodded slowly, "How about.. Furuba?"

"Furuba Radio.." Tohru mused, smiling, "I like it desu!" It works on many levels.

Yuki smiled, "I agree. It's a good name; good work Ritsuko."

Uotani chuckled, "I agree, ouji. It's simple and cute!"

"Then Furuba Radio it is." Hanajima said softly, clearing her throat. "Let's begin, ne?"

Yaten nodded, heading into another room, behind the glass where they could observe the players in this project. Over the intercom rigged up between the two rooms, Ken spoke up, "Okay Tohru-san, you and Ritsuko-san will be on the air in five..four..three.." He stops speaking, miming two and one with his hands.

Yuki picked up a CD and put it into the player, hitting the button as soft music by Tchaikovsky began to play as background music. Tohru smiled nervously, looking at Ritsuko, who didn't seem inclined to speak at all. Stage – or radio fright, more than likely. Putting the headset on, Tohru tapped the microphone, which set off a feedback squeal that caused everyone to wince. "A…ah..g…gomen desu! Um.. ano.. t..this is Honda Tohru coming to you .. ah.. live..f..from Furuba-" She paused when she saw Momiji waving frantically to the men in the sound-booth.

The 'On Air' light switched off, and Ken called through the intercom, "What's wrong Momiji?"

"Sorry, can I talk to Ri-chan and Tohru-chan real quick?"

"Sure.. Five minutes everyone." Ken answered. Momiji leapt out of his chair and bounced over to Tohru, "Come on, I want to tell you two something!" Momiji beamed, grabbing the hands of his two friends and rushing out of the room.

    Five minutes were spent in silence, and the small group soon returned, to find palpable tension in the room. Uotani and Hanajima were watching Kyo and Yuki glaring at each other, while Hatsuharu was clinging to the back of Yuki's shirt. "We're back!" Momiji sang out, hopping over to take his seat. Hatsuharu sighed slightly and reluctantly released Yuki's shirt, rejoining Momiji. Kyo growled something under his breath and discreetly slipped over to the music selection, switching CD's.

    Uotani eyed Hanajima, and then looked at Yuki, "Oi ouji, tell me something."

    Yuki blinked his violet eyes at Uotani, "Ah, sure..what is it, Uotani-san?"

    "What's the deal with you and Hatsuharu?"

    Yuki coughed, "Ah –" He quickly changed the subject, "Honda-san, Ritsuko – where'd you get those shades?"

    Tohru and Ritsuko shuffled back to their seats, a subtle smile on Richan's face, while a broader grin was on Tohru's. "Momiji-kun gave them to us desu! He said that it would help us with our roles."

    Ritsuko nodded, "Um. So..shall we try again, Tohru-chan?"

    "HAAAAAAAAI! Ken-san, punch it desuuuu!"

    There was a laugh from the sound booth, "Okay Tohru-san. You're on in five..four.." Once again, the countdown began.

    Kyo sat on a chair, arms folded as he stared innocently elsewhere, while Yuki hit the button to begin the music. However, instead of Tchaikovsky playing over the speakers, the loud (and in Yuki's opinon, that's ALL that it was) music of some gaijin hard rock band began blaring over the speakers. He quickly lowered the volume and turned to yell something at Kyo, but something else completely took his attention.

    That something, basically, was the terribly amusing sight of Tohru and Ritsuko, throwing themselves into their DJ roles.

    "AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU Desuuuuuuuu! You're listening to Honda Tohru LIVE on Furuba Radio desu, and with me is co-DJ, Souma Richansan!"

    Trying his best to ignore the suppressed laughter from the pair beside him, Richan smiled brightly at Tohru and took his turn, amping up the sugary sweetness of his voice, "That's right Tohru-chan, and boy have we got a line up for you today. Straight from your own neighborhood, we have Uotani-san with the weather, and Hanajima-san with the news. Later, we'll accept phone calls from our listeners, and take requests for music."

    "HAI! But even though this is a live radio show, we still have to give credit to our sponsors desu, who were kind enough to let us use this empty office in their station to do this show for our project desu. Now everyone say Ohayou desu, to our listeners!"

    The group in the room chuckled at the enthusiasm Tohru and Ritsuko were putting into their act, and all chimed accordingly, with their own greetings. Kyo and Hatsuharu of course, deviated from the norm; Kyo yelled an "OI!" while Hatsuharu gave a lazy sounding, "..yo.."

    "Maa, maa, such wonderful greetings from everyone!" Ritsuko smiled, "So .. um, why don't we all tell a little about ourselves. Momiji-kun, we'll start with you-" he reached for the microphone, but knocked it over accidentally. The microphone proceeded to fall over and hit the floor, wherein it emitted such a feedback squeal that everyone at the table yanked off their headsets and clapped their hands over their ears in pain. Ritsuko gasped in dismay as he rushed and picked up the microphone, though he tripped over Tohru's microphone cord in the process, and knocked it across the room where IT began to utter that selfsame squeal again.

    "OI! You MORON can't you be more careful!" Kyo snarled at Ritsuko.

    Obviously the wrong thing to do, as Ritsuko skittered back several steps and collapsed to the floor, bowing repeatedly, "G..gomen nasai! I .. it was an accident .. I'm so sorry.."

    Yuki, sensing a panic attack, quickly got up to reassure Ritsuko. Unfortunately, he was far too late as Ritsuko began WAILING, "I'm SO SORRY! I'm a TERRIBLE DJ! AREN'T I! I UNDERSTAND IF YOU WANT TO BE RID OF ME, I'LL BE THROWN OUT ON THE STREET AND FORCED TO EAT NOTHING BUT BREADCRUMBS. I'LL HAVE TO DEPEND ON THE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS TO MAKE MY WAY IN THE WORLD. EVERYWHERE IN THE WORLD I GO I'LL BE KNOWN AS THAT HORRIBLE DJ THAT MESSED EVERYTHING UP! I'M SO SO SORRY! I'M NOT WORTHY OF BEING YOUR FRIENDS! I'M NOT WORTHY OF BEING A DJ! I'M NOT WORTHY OF LIVING!"

    Uotani and Hanajima both got up, as Tohru darted to Ritsuko's side  to help Yuki calm the cursed monkey down. Ken and Yaten stared on in morbid horror and amusement, until they realized the 'On the Air' light was still on. "Ah.. QUICK! Cut to commercial!" The 'On Air' light flicked off.

    Completely and utterly unphased by this, Momiji watched the majority – nay, the entire room, save Hatsuharu, file out to the hallway, in some amusement. Uotani was dragged Kyo by the ear, with Hanajima following her, while Yuki was guiding the still distraught and sobbing Ritsuko out the door, with Tohru following. "I guess that's our cue, eh Haru?"

    "..yeah."

    Momiji waved a hand to Yaten, who flicked the switch back on. "Aaaaand we're back! Waaaaaaaai!" Momiji chirped into the microphone, "While everyone's out taking a potty break," he ignored the slight grunt, which could have been interpreted as ANYTHING, from Hatsuharu, "Haru-kun and I are going to do the commercials! The first up," he picked up a piece of paper, while Haru reached forward and took a bag of what looked like dried fruit.

    "Let's see! We've got a bag of dried seedless fruit from Uncle Arnie's orchard!" Momiji read, "Healthy and fat free, and taste like a little bit of sunshine! Buy them now from a supermarket near you!" He put the paper down, "Healthy huh? Hey Haru, why don't you try a piece?"

    "….okay." Hatsuharu said, ripping open the bag. He reached in and took a single chip, popped it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed.

    "Well?" Momiji asked.

    Hatsuharu looked at him, and silently passed him the bag. Puzzled, Momiji reached in and took a chip out, munching on it for a few minutes. He immediately spat it back out. "That's disgusting! It tastes like something  someone stepped on! And what's that aftertaste? Haru?"

    "….dirt." Haru answered.

    "Yeah! How are they going to stock supermarket shelves with yucky stuff like that?" Momiji chucked the bag into a garbage can and grabbed the microphone, "Listen up everyone! Avoid this Uncle Arnie's stuff! You don't have to eat disgusting food like that to be healthy! Go outside and jog! Go swimming! Hike in the mountains and fight a bear! You don't have to avoid fast food and candy to stay thin, right Haru?"

    "..yeah."

    "So go on out, have your cake and eat it too, Momiji says!"