AN: the hardest fic for me to write is definently this one. I... it's a real challenge. I never want to write humor again after I finish this.

Chapter 4: Falsification

Ryoma sat in the plush booth, being careful to keep the perfectly wrapped box nicely at his side. He didn't spend all of those hours scanning department store after department store for it for nothing. Ryoma smiled, Nanako would be so happy. Ryoma looked across the table as Atobe settled in the booth. He took a slight glance to his right and saw a large table currently populated by a bunch of vaguely familiar, yet mustached men. He'd ignore though. It was too creepy to bother with.

"Hey Monkey King," Ryoma began and smiled to himself when he noticed the twitch in his boyfriend's brow. "Keigo. Thanks for coming with me today."

"It wasn't a problem. Ore-sama would take any opportunity to accompany you. Besides, if it weren't for my expertise you would have never gained the much desired item."

"Yes… you're probably right," Ryoma said softly, suddenly deciding to look over the menu. However a slight rustling of a large potted tree startled him and he looked up. The tree stopped moving so Ryoma merely attributed it to the wind from the opening and closing of the door.

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"Gakuto, stop moving," Oshitari commanded his friend.

"But Yuushi--"

"Shhh," Oshitari frowned. Gakuto's constant moving was bound to get them caught. It didn't help that their hiding place was already very poor. They lost Jiroh along the way so it was only Mukahi, Oshitari, and Hiyosih hiding behind an overgrown potted plant while Seigaku hid elsewhere. Yes, by safely observing the couple from a far they could find the best way to approach them without arousing any--

"Nya, and can I have the chocolate shortcake with extra whipped cream!?"

Oshitari's eyes twitched as he turned in the direction of the voice. Eiji, Oishi, and the rest of the Seigaku regulars were all sitting at a rather large table in the middle of the restaurant ordering their meals rather loudly. Oshitari already knew their cover was blown now.

"I'll have the spaghetti and meatballs," Oishi said.

"Hey! What are you guys doing!?" Gakuto yelled, jumping out of the bush and approaching the table of Seigaku regulars.

"We're ordering food," Kikumaru replied curtly, before turning to ask Momo what he wanted.

"And what about our cover!?" Gakuto flailed his arms.

"Gakuto," Hiyoshi came up behind his boyfriend and sometimes doubles partner, placing an arm on his shoulder. "I think this is their cover."

Gakuto and Oshitari both stared at Hiyoshi like he was an alien and then back at the Seigaku regulars. Their cover but… how-- oh….

Fake mustaches.

Everyone at the table was wearing a false mustache. Including Tezuka, and it was truly a sight to see. There were thin mustaches, thick mustaches, and curly, long, grey, black. Eiji even had a mustache goatee combo!

Oshitari was overwhelmed by the revelation. So this was their not so cleaver disguise? There was no way Atobe or Echizen were foolish enough to fall for it.

Oshitari suppressed a groan when he heard Atobe call his name.

"I hope you three aren't talking to such strange men!"

The three Hyotei boys turned to face their captain who approached the table with caution, not wanting to gain the attention from the mustached group of men who he figured were either sexual predators or the Seigaku regulars badly disguised.

"No, not at all," Mukahi exclaimed, waving his hands in front of him.

"Then Ore-sama can only assume you were spying!"

"No way we'd never!" Mukahi again replied, laughing as if that were a true impossibility.

A sleepy Jirou shuffled over from nowhere.

"Huh!? But aren't we helping Seigaku with the--"

Hiyoshi grabbed his sempai, slapping a hand over the sleepy boy's mouth. Atobe arched his brow in a questioningly manner before turning his attention completely towards Oshitari, the only sane one left in the group.

"Helping Seigaku with…" Oshitari wasn't given the chance to finish when Ryoma came to Atobe's side.

"What are your team mates doing here?" he was saying before his golden eyes fell upon the sight behind the Hyotei quartet. Seated at the table was the large and creepy group of mustached men, and upon closer inspection they weren't just your ordinary creepy men.

Echizen took a hesitant step forward, and the man closest to him backed away in his seat, eyes widening a little and blushing too. That didn't stop the young prodigy from executing his next move. With one swift movement he tugged off the mustache, earning a hiss from his victim.

"Kaidoh-sempai!" Echizen half gasped, half groaned.

The boy turned to the other mustached men who suddenly looked really guilty. Echizen shook his head and turned to observe his boyfriend's reaction. Atobe reacted just as expected saying,

"Ore-sama demands an explanation!"

To be continued…

AN: HARD HARD HARD! but reviews are what keep me going. sigh. i try to reply to em all but not all of em are that deep to have much to reply to. i'll try to reply to everyone this time around though even iff just a simple "thanks" because i really am thankful. if it's any consolation i reply to every reviewer for my other fics. haha so if you want a sure reply read and review one of those. ok end of shameless self plug. thanks for reading and review.