Chapter Six: Observer

Good morning, my darlings. Are we feeling a little woozy this wonderful autumn day? Don't lie. I can smell chlorinated hair and skin.

As we all know, last night was my deary K's pool party. For those of you dunderheads, who didn't watch the hot tub going-ons, I have a full detailed report of what went on:

F showed up with K-rin, quite oblivious to the affect it had on his fellow Sacreds.

M offered him some champagne—and yes, M plays for that team, too.

Sacreds, Angels, and Divines got into a mini-spat.

F settles it with that oh-I-wasn't-listening attitude of his that makes us ladies just swoon and die.

Some drinking ensues.

Some flirting ensues.

F and A make out—quite a lot.

The hot tub has a little grope-who-you-can-reach fest.

F makes out with L, H, U, Z, and some others that I can't remember.

F makes out with Y—you must admit, that was hot.

Some more drinking ensues.

Some more flirting ensues.

A lot more drinking ensues.

And then, what do you know, F just ups and leaves. How rude.

Oh, but then, M gets up and follows.

Why doesn't A go too? That could try a ménage a trois.

Anyway. M comes back after a few minutes, and then so does F. They both look as healthy, hot, and happy as ever. But then, when has F ever not looked hot? Or happy?

Oh, and did I mention that K-chan came from that same general direction, as well? Come to think of it….aren't the showers in that direction?

Ooh.

In any case, rest up, my butterflies. You don't want to be too disoriented tomorrow—if any of you are actually planning to attend classes, that is—someone could take advantage of you. As for me, I'll just be sipping some of that leftover Prosecco, and kicking back in my black UGGs.

--Always put the W in bWitch

Have any of you seen Madame A lately? Is it just me, or has she gotten sexier through the summer? I bet now my deary K wishes he hadn't kicked her to the curb, huh?

I mean, really, it's ridiculous how fabulous she's been looking this year. Does she want to cause Akamizu to run out of cold water? Don't pretend like you don't know why, boys. Your pants aren't that baggy.

But as we all know, deary K still as a thing for Madame A. I know for a fact. Have you seen the way he looks at her? That isn't lust, my darlings. Or rather….not just lust. It's only a matter of time, now.

Speaking of 'things'. Is it just me or has F developed a little bit of a….crush on K-rin? Maybe I'm not the one to talk, but a few of my sources have told me how F's been hanging out around the athletes' part of Akamizu a lot lately. More than the art department, where he and A should be getting it on.

Well, like I said, it's none of my business what our favorite letters of the alphabet do.

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Don't tell me you actually believed that for a second? Of course it's my business. Everything is my business.

And speaking of business, T's launching her new fall line in a few weeks, and guess whom she gave her first amazing suede jacket design to? Moi, of course.

Oh! And I almost forgot. The Thanksgiving Gala is coming up, my butterflies. This year it'll be held at Sabakurein. So ladies, make sure you've paid a visit to Elie Saab or Vera Wang; and boys, you'd better have assured those Armani and Gucci tuxes match your dates' dresses (or tuxes, depending on which way you swing)—if you have one.

Since I myself am in charge of checking over the guest list deary K has constructed, I know for a fact that little S and F are in for a big surprise.

I just hope it won't affect F's performance. For all of you who live beneath a rock in Antarctica—or then, would that be an iceberg?—F and Madame A are doing a duet by Shostakovich for the gala. They're bound to be spectacular, as usual, of course. F's just the kind of talented person that plays wonderfully even if he wants to play terribly. He can't help but be good.

Just like K-rinta can't help but be bad.

If you find out who M's date is, you might be able to figure out why F and little S are going to be so very, very surprised.

As for me, my gorgeous little butterflies, I'm going to be maxing out my credit card on my brand-new custom-made Versace and scouring Bergdorf's for a pair of Louboutins that actually match.

--God forbid you forget the W in bWitch.

People! Lights! Camera! Christian Lacroix gowns!

Oh, and action, of course.

The Thanksgiving Gala is arriving at a viciously fast rate. Any week now, it'll be a few days before the gala, and F and Madame A are practicing more furiously than ever—and sounding beautifully, I might add. Bravo, to the both of you.

However, I've been noticing something that I should bring to light.

Has F swiped his V card with A, yet? By now, surely, we should've long before seen that fantastic glow of life about these two, and yet, all I can see are rain clouds. They've been a pair since high school, for God's sakes. Shouldn't they've lost it together yet? Well, F, at least. I know A has most likely lost it to someone or another.

Or maybe, F's holding out for someone special? I'm sure I'm not the only one who's spotted F and K-rin together on campus. They're roommates, aren't they? I wonder what they do all night….

Hm.

Anyway. Deary K has been so stressed out lately, what with sending out the invites, adjusting the guest list, and protecting Madame A from naughty hormonal college boys. Not that she needs it. I'm sure even someone as dignified as the Madame needs to have some bedtime fun once in a while. After all, she's having an absolutely balling time without deary K. If only he knew.

And do any of you think that little S has been looking a little…morose as of late? S, where are you? Can't you see that little S needs some….play time? Even the littlest ones need their exercise, and I'm sure little S knows that.

And I've almost forgotten about Y. If some of you think that F is spending time with A, then you think wrong. F is with K-chan. The pretty blond with A all the time is Y, people. And no, F and A haven't gone their separate ways. They're still very much together.

Careful A. I know how tempting it is to go by the unspoken male code.

If you can't have the one, go for the next best thing—it's sibling. Even better if he has a twin.

Not that Y shouldn't tread carefully, too. F may not look like it, but we all know how deadly he can be when he wants to—especially now that he has a martial artist at his side.

Me? I'm still trying to decide between Louboutin and Lacroix for shoes. I know. My life is so difficult, isn't it?

--Maybe you can forget the W in bWitch. Sometimes.

The night before the Thanksgiving Gala is finally upon us, which also means, that it's time for the pre-party at Hexagon.

I'll be keeping you posted on all the arrivals, the departures, the naughty PDA, and of course, the Sacreds, Angels, and Divines. They're so holy, aren't they?

Deary K has already approached me to tell me to please lay off on reporting on the Sacreds, but I just can't resist. After all, it isn't fair that just because he has a small connection with me, he can tell me what to do. That wouldn't be fair for the Angels and Divines.

Anyway.

Madame A looks stunning in dark scarlet Dior. Tsk, tsk, K. It's not polite to glare at hormonal young men just because they're staring at your ex.

T is adorable as ever in one of her more….original pieces.

K and little S are as dark and haunting as they can be.

F and Y, smiling and waving, and laughing and flirting and feuding. I mean….well, they look hot, if that's what you're looking for.

A looks a little sad tonight. I wonder why?

K-chan isn't here, after all. What harm can he do locked away in his dorm room? Although, I know he'll be at Sabakurein tomorrow. It's obvious he will.

I see M all alone near the bar, eyeing F rather predatorily. Now, now M. No one's going to steal your man. Not that anyone wants to. But….none of you know who M's man is, do you? Sadly, I can't tell. It's a secret, like so many others. You'll find out soon enough, anyway.

I'm off to find my deary K and give him a lecture on how you can't be broken up with an attractive girl and still scare away the young men that want to have a go. That's what older brothers and fathers are for, clearly.

I'll be the one in Monique lhuillier.

--Try to remember the W in bWitch.

A/N: Yeah. This is like a sequence-filling-in-the-weeks-in-between thing, because if I wrote about what happened every week until the Thanksgiving Gala, we'd be at an overload. And a lot of things will be revealed in the Thanksgiving Gala, but it's far from the climax. But there will be a considerable amount of KuroFai action. The song for this chapter is Secrets by The Pierces.