A/N: Hello! Here's the fourth chapter, I hope you enjoy it! I am really grateful for all the reviews and favourites that this story's got so far, so thank you thank you thank you! BUT (big but) I only got 2 reviews for the last one! I'm not joking, reviews are my inspiration. The more reviews I get, the faster I update. Simples! PLEASE REVIEW! *cries*

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Chapter 4

Lisa, Mashiro, Rose, Love, Kensei and Hachi were sitting in the lounge, listening to Shinji's cries of pain and Hiyori's yelling.

"She sure has recovered well, hasn't she?" said Love.

"I'm almost wishing she'd stayed in that coma for a bit longer." grumbled Kensei.

"That's mean, Kensei! Don't say things like that!" squeaked Mashiro, glaring at the white-haired ex-captain.

"Okay, okay! I was only joking. But seriously, I'm tired of listening to their trash. When are they gonna stop this bullcrap and realise they like eachother?"

"Aw, that's so sweet!" squealed Mashiro. "Kensei's a softy!"

"I'm not!"

"Am too!"

"Are not!

"Am too!"

"Are-"

"Shut up already, guys! You're almost as bad as the two potential lovebirds up there." snapped Lisa, putting down her hentai manga. "But you're right. Shinji and Hiyori need to get together, but they're both too chicken to make the first move."

"So what do we have to do with this?" Hachi asked, fairly nervously.

"Duh. We come up with a plan to get them together, of course."

"And how would we do that?" enquired Rose, who had stayed silent up till now.

"Lying, obviously. I take it you guys can do that?"

The plan to matchmake Hiyori and Shinji started with the obvious. Leave the two alone in the warehouse together. Which went well.

Hiyori was fetching herself a drink of juice when she overheard Lisa briefing Shinji about some crap about going out of town for the day. She marched into the hallway, somewhat pissed at not being included in the interesting-sounding conversation.

"What's all this about goin' outta town?"

"Well, Rose, Love and I want to check out the manga section at the new library that just opened in the neighbouring city, Mashiro heard of a cake shop that apparently sells the best doughnuts in Japan, Kensei's going with her to make sure she doesn't trash the place, and Hachi's...actually, I'm not too sure about what Hachi wants to do, but he said he's coming with us, so there you have it." Lisa shrugged.

"And the reason neither me or Shinji are included in this plan of yer's?"

"You're still too weak to step our of doors, and Shinji needs to be here to make sure you don't go wandering around to God knows where while we're gone. And he already agreed, so no buts."

"But-"

"I thought I just said no buts. Now come on, guys, let's get our butts outta here." commanded Lisa, clapping her hands.

"Hey, wait just one minu-"

They were gone.

"What the hell was that about?" Hiyori muttered.

"I know whatcha mean. Tad suspicious, don'cha think? Well, we may as well use this t'our advantage!" Shinji sang, smirking all the while.

"Our advantage? Whaddya mean, our advantage?"

"Meaning now we can do stuff we ain't allowed ta do normally!"

"Like what?"

Silence.

"You dumbass..." Hiyori muttered, stalking out of the room.

"Hey wait up a sec, there, Monkey-face!"

"You won't even have a face anymore if ya call me that again, ya Baldy! And I ain't waitin' up."

"But I wanna show ya somethin'." he said, teasingly. Hiyori stopped in her tracks. Dammit! He knew she was curious by nature.

"What?"

"Ain't gonna tell ya till ya come see!" he laughed, skipping to his room.

"He is so gay..." Hiyori growled under her breath. She walked into the room and immediately stopped dead in her tracks.

"What is this?" she yelled, angry beyond belief.

"Uh, what does it look like? A new outfit, stupid, yer old tracksuit's trashed!"

"There is no way in hell I am wearing that!" she screeched, staring wide-eyed at the costume in Shinji's hands.

It was a small, colour co-ordinated outfit, consisting of a light blue strappy top, dark blue knee-length leggings and, horror of horrors, a mid-blue skirt!

"It's a skirt, Baldy!"

"I know."

"And it's blue!"

"I know. I ain't blind! And red never suited ya much, anyways."

He was answered with a punch in the gut, followed by a belabouring with her favourite weapon.

"Ow, ow, ow! Stoppit, ya moron, what are ya, some sort of demon?"

"SHUT UP!" she yelled, hitting him harder. After a couple of minutes, she stopped, out of breath and perching on his stomach while he lay on the hard floor, cradling his head.

"Man, you seriously need to stop doin' that, ya know? Ya'll open yer wounds again."

"It'd be worth it."

"Whatever. Ya can get off me now."

She scrambled to her feet, a light blush gracing her cheeks. Shinji got up slowly, making a great show of groaning and clutching his abused midsection.

"Stop bein' such a drama queen, Baldy, it don't suit ya."

"Shouldn't it be 'drama king'?"

"Nah, everyone knows yer a woman."

"Sure, and that's why I always seem ta have girls hangin' onta my every word, huh?" he teased, expecting another sandal in the face. What he got was a mumbled "Ya damn lewd." and a half-hearted push in the chest.

"Hiyori-" she'd already gone, slamming his door behind her. "Well, that went well." Shinji sighed and sat down on the bed, putting his head in his hands.

A/N: A sort of bittersweet ending there for y'all! Personally, I don't really like sad stories, so there won't be very many tragic moments in this fic, unless I am specially asked IN A REVIEW! :)

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