"Ore-sama demands an explanation."

A group of four found themselves facing each other in a café shop. They took a seat and Atobe waved his hand to indicate the usual he was having. He came here often after all.

"Same for them." He told the waitress.

Tezuka didn't like the fact that Atobe ordered for them. He had no idea what the diva usually drank – it was definitely something overdone and expensive. The other two present simply shrugged it off. After all, it was common sense that Atobe was paying. To Oshitari that is.

Speaking of Oshitari…

"Hyoutei's tensai, why are you here?" Inui asked. His data had not calculated Oshitari in joining them for this meeting.

"Hmm? I overheard Atobe and decided to see what the fuss was all about." His face held the innocent expression that Tezuka was all too familiar with on Fuji. Inui nodded in response. Tensais were just too unpredictable.

The drinks arrived and Tezuka was pleasantly surprised to find tea in front of him. It had a mild sweet taste yet not too light, refreshingly different from what he usually drank. Of course, he wouldn't let Atobe know that.

"Inui," Tezuka motioned for him to explain the details.

Inui pushed up his glasses. "We have a situation in Seigaku that is running of hand. The female behavior had changed drastically and we have to set it straight before Fuji goes… insane, for a lack of a better word."

"I see, and Ore-sama comes into this problem because…"

"It's your fault," Inui stated flatly.

"Mine? What are you accusing Ore-sama of?" Atobe's eyes flashed in slight anger. No one accused Atobe without evidence.

"Your birthday gift to Kabaji. You made Fuji take part in the dating game."

"He is the most popular in Seigaku," Atobe cut in.

"Exactly. And he answered the question on which type of girls he likes-"

"And now the girls are trying to become what he said," Oshitari finished.

Tezuka and Inui nodded solemnly.

"I assume Fuji doesn't know the cause of this mind boggling behavior?"

"No, he doesn't," Inui replied Oshitari. "If he knew… your precious buchou there wouldn't be able to face the public at least for two years."

"That bad, huh. What a scary guy."

Atobe twitched. No matter how sadistic Fuji could get, it didn't mean they could make fun of him.

"Tezuka decided the war between Seigaku and Hyotei will be far worse then the current situation we have at hand, so we need your help."


"But Atobe's fans are usually the screaming kind, and he shuts them up with a snap," Oshitari stated. "Fuji's situation is the exact opposite."

The rest of them contemplated this. He was right.

"I know Tezuka's fans are usually the quiet kind," Inui spoke up. "However, they're more mature and they are not the assertive kind."

"Well, that's just dandy," Oshitari sipped his drink. "He's got the worst combination of all."

"What about the rest of the Hyotei regulars?"

"Hmm. Shishido has the kind where they would squeal after him wherever he goes, but that's not much of a problem. Jiroh has girls who give him sweets and chocolate and he gets along well with them… Gakuto… has girls of different sorts. For me, they're reasonable to talk with. And Otori… come to think of it, his fans are of the silent kind."

"And they're pretty on about chasing him too," Atobe was glad he could finally cut in. "Remember the incident where he had to ask Shishido to chase them away?"

"Yeah, and thanks to that they're sometimes paired together."

"So what does Otori do?" Tezuka finally added in his cents.

"Nothing," Oshitari and Atobe answered simultaneously.

"Well, that's of great help."

Tezuka was sorely tempted to bang his head on the table. This was getting him no where. "But can we ask him about it?"

"Sure." Atobe flipped one of the hand phones he owned open and speed dialed Choutarou.

"Choutarou, the usual café. Now,"

There was some stuttering over the line and Atobe's face formed a frown.

"I don't care what Shishido is doing. Bring him along if you must."

A resigned sigh was heard and Atobe flipped the phone shut. "He'll be here in a few minutes."

"The Silver Pair's bond is stronger than I thought," Inui opened his book to scribble in. "They spend more time together than the Golden Pair..."

So the spectacle trio and Atobe sipped their drinks in silence. A few minutes later like Atobe promised, Choutarou entered the café dragging a cursing Shishido. "Choutarou? What the hell? You said it was important!"

"Sorry Shishido-san, but Atobe-buchou seemed like he would kill me if I didn't turn up!"

"Well, that bastard can go and (beep) himself. Now that brat thinks I'm running away from the challenge!"

"Shishido-san…"

"Oi," Atobe waved them over. He wasn't going to let Shishido's foul mouth ruin Hyotei's image.

"This better be good Atobe," Shishido hissed. Clearly he wasn't in a good mood. "That Echizen brat..." His hands trembled as he imagined strangling Ryoma.

"Atobe-buchou, please excuse his behavoiur. Echizen provoked him."

The original four occupants nodded in understanding. It was common.

"Then why didn't you stay on and play with him?" Oshitari sent him a smirk. "You could've just let Otori come here by himself."

Shishido flushed. "Like hell I would leave Choutarou alone in the clutches of Atobe…" he mumbled. And of course, everyone but Choutarou heard it.


"Atobe-buchou, what is the problem?" Choutarou asked.

"Your fans are assertive yet shy aren't they?" Inui turned on him.

"Yes-s, Inui-san. But what has that go-"

"So tell me, how do you manage them?"

Inui towered over Choutarou. When the data man was in his element, there was nothing to stop him. Shishido flung a protective arm in front of Choutarou.

"Oi. Get to the point."

Inui adjusted his specs and muttered to himself. "Not only do they spend time with each other, Shishido is also very protective…"

"What?! I am not!" Shishido jumped up upon hearing that statement, flushing darker. In the process, he accidentally knocked over a waitress who was carrying a tray of drinks.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry. Are you alright?" He helped the waitress up.

The waitress blinked in his close proximity to her… and decided that Shishido was kind of cute. "Ah-h. I'm alright,"

"Here you go," Choutarou handed her the tray she had dropped on the floor with the now empty mugs on it. "I'm sorry I couldn't catch the drinks as well,' he flashed his smile.

The waitress nodded wordlessly, obviously dumbstruck by the sudden interference of Choutarou. Or more importantly, his nice-ness.

The waitress blushed ten shades under his smile and scuttled back to the kitchen.

"You see," Oshitari drawled out. "He doesn't do anything. Otori's just really really really nice." His sentence caught everyone's attention from the accident. Tensais really knew how to catch the spotlight, don't they?

Inui threw a contemplative look at Tezuka who considered a while before nodding towards Atobe, who snapped his fingers upon the decision.

"Choutarou, next Monday, you are to follow me to Seigaku."

Choutarou nodded his head uncertainly. His buchou had not told him why he should go, Inui and Tezuka's grim faces made him doubt if he should have accepted and Oshitari's expression was that of amusement. Which most certainly spelled disaster. But his attention was focused on calming down Shishido, who had overreacted at Atobe's statement.

"ATOBE! WHAT DO YOU WANT HIM FOR? EXPLAIN!"

Atobe waved him off. "It's none of your business."

"YES IT IS!"

"Shishido-san! Please lower your voice!"

"A hundred percent that Shishido is over-protective of Otori."

"Aa."

"AM NOT!"