Alright! Actually I got this out faster than what I thought -yeas for me!- oh and I have been diagnosed as to have Carpel Tunnel (sp?) in my right wrist so yea that pretty much sucks for me! Neh, I'll get over it though, just take plenty of pain killers and I'll be fine!
Either way Enjoy you guys!


"Yukimura-buchou, can we go now?" Kirihara whined, "Fukubuchou, Marui-sempai, and Niou-sempai already have their dresses, I do too!"

"Yes, but we must scope out our competition Akaya." Yukimura chided, "if one isn't prudent in such matters then we will surely loose, and what is something that Rikkai does not do?"

"Lose." Kirihara replied dully, "Still-"

"Akaya."

"Never mind."

"Good. Now run along and stand near Renji."

"But Yanagi-sempai isn't here; I haven't seen him at all." Kirihara frowned as he looked around. It was true no one had seen him at all, or so everyone had thought.

"Oi, Hiroshi what are you doing in that dress rack?" Niou yelled from across the store.

Yagyuu quickly removed his head from said dress rack and stammered, "I-I'm checking sizes?"

Niou peered hard at him for a moment, furrowing his brow as he did so. "What is it Niou-kun?"

"Nuthin', it just seems odd that you're talking to a dress on a hanger that's all." He shrugged, "or maybe it's YANAGI!"

"OH NO YOU CAUGHT ME, GOOOOD BYE!" Yanagi cringed before stepping out of the sea of material and into the horrid world that the others had suffered through for the afternoon, and handed a stack of papers to Yagyuu. "Sorry Yagyuu that I couldn't gather any more scenarios for you."

"It is quite alright Yanagi-kun, this will do quite nicely." Yagyuu thumped the thick stack of papers in his hand with a satisfied smile. "This is more than enough for me."

"Hey whatcha got there Hi-ro-shi?" Niou slinked over and to Yagyuu's side with a snooping eye as he looked over the other boys shoulder. Yagyuu promptly drew away and hid the text from prying eyes, and by prying he meant Niou in specifics.

"Nothing for you to worry about."

"I'm not worried; I'm merely concerned that you are hiding things from me."

"Then it is nothing for you to be concerned about then, Niou-kun."

"But Hiroshi-"

"NO!" Yagyuu held up a hand, sharply stopping Niou from finishing his sentence. "If you continue on then horrid things will happen to you, things that are so scandalously, heinous that not even I would be able to think of them."

"But Yagyuu, you're the one writing-" Yanagi interjected.

"Not. Even. I could think of them." Yagyuu turned on his heels and went of to some dark corner to write whatever heinous thoughts a gentleman could think of, down onto paper for his next work.

"He's a weirdo." Kirihara shook his head slowly.

"Yea, but he's my weirdo, man I'm a sicko for that." Niou too shook his head at the very thought.


In the back of the store where the COUNTLESS dressing rooms where Hyotei and Seishun were still trying to end their own dress problems.

"What the fucking hell?" Mukahi twitched as Eiji stepped out of his dressing room. "WHY IS HE WEARING MY DRESS!?"

Eiji turned around noticing his great distaste not only for the voice, but its owner as well. "What do you mean your dress?"

"What do you think fur ball? That dress that you are wearing right now! That is mine, I picked it out first!"

"Shut up, I got it first; you look fat in it anyways!" Eiji childishly stuck his tongue out and placed his hands on his hips.

"Well you look like Atobe back in his uber pudgy days!" Mukahi shot back.

Oshitari quickly slapped his hand of Mukahi's mouth before he could say anymore, "Gakuto you know that usually I don't care what happens to you or anyone else, but you know that we aren't supposed to speak of those days."

"ORE-SAMA HEARD HIS NAME AND THE WORD PUDGY IN THE SAME SENTENCE!" Atobe stormed to the back of the room, a twitch forming its way onto his face as he glowered at all within his range of sight.

"It was Gakuto! Gakuto said it all!" Oshitari shoved the boy forward into the reaching range of Atobe's fury.

"Ore-sama told ALL OF YOU to never EVER mention those times, because Ore-sama has NEVER EVER been pudgy a day in his life, maybe fluffy but NEVER PUDGY! AM. I. UNDERSTOOD?" Atobe fumed through tightly clenched teeth as he held Gakuto by roots of his hair, giving him a firm, hard shake on every emphasized word. "Well?"

Gakuto gave a slow steady nod before Atobe let him go. "Good. Now remember next time," Atobe grabbed a stray coat hanger and shoved it through one of the walls, "that will be your face and possibly your body if I ever here you mention that time again."

Gakuto eyes widened and quivered, being on the verge of tears from the display, he looked back at Oshitari who merely shrugged and mouthed "I told you so." and turned away. Eiji's mouth was agape, unaware that the high-strung diva of Hyotei could loose his cool in such an extreme manner. Practically threatening the well being of his own teammate with something as minuscule as hanger, and displaying his destructive powers with it all at once.

"He's insane…"

"Nope, he's just vain and insecure about things." Tezuka drawled as he crossed his arms over his chest, while simultaneously holding up the dress he was wearing. Seriously did Atobe have to suggest strapless? It was so uncomfortable and Tezuka felt like it was about to fall any moment, despite his proper fitting on him.

"Wow Tezuka, you look pretty!" Eiji gasped.

"You think so huh?"

"Yeah, what do you think of mine?"

"Well I guess if Oishi likes cows stuffed into sausage casings, then I guess it looks fine." Tezuka shrugged before shuffling his way back into his changing room. Eiji stood there mouth agape for the second time.

"That fucking whore…" He gasped.

"I'm not a whore," Tezuka popped his head out. "If you want to talk to a whore go and see Sanada. He's been with Atobe, Yukimura, Kirihara, and I believe a threesome with Niou, and Yagyuu. I'm a freakin angel compared to him."

"I HEARD THAT TEZUKA! YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS THAT I HAVE MORE EXPERIENCE!" Sanada yelled.

"YEA WELL, I MAY NOT HAVE AS MUCH EXPERIENCE, BUT AT LEAST I DON'T RUN THE RISK OF GETTING EVERY STD IN THE WHOLE FUCKING NATION! YOU TWO-BIT PROSTITUTE!" Tezuka shouted back with a satisfied smirk, "Take that you ass hole."


"Damn…he's got you there Sanada." Niou snickered.

"Shut up Niou, you were mentioned in his little list."

"WHAT?" Niou gasped before turning in the direction of the changing rooms, "FUCK YOU TEZUKA, I'VE NEVER HAD SEX WITH THIS DUMBASS IN ALL MY LIFE!"

"WHATEVER YOU GET THE FUCKIN' PICTURE!" Tezuka's voice rang out.

"Ahh, whatever…at least I get to end the chapter again."

"Chapter, Niou-kun?" Yagyuu questioned.

"Yea, I don't even know what I'm talking about, but it sounds nice that I'm the last thing that people think about when they read something on some weird fan site." Niou drawled as he stared at the ceiling dreamily.

"Ugh…yea…must be nice." Yagyuu gave a small nervous laugh.


Holy mother...that was SOOO MUCH OOC-ness at the ending it was like insane. -gasp- Atobe being pudgy???? I don't know I found it hilarious personally. Oh and BTW I'm getting my hair cut like Oshitari's! Mainly because my mom won't let me get it cut like Atobe's or Sanada's so I'll just settle with Oshitari ( I can't dye it blue though -pout-). Reviews I luffles them!

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