Back! My mom's mad at me because I haven't been playing piano for a while now. Today, she expects me to be able to play some level eight composition. Of course I couldn't play it right. What did she expect? I'm not in a good mood right now. So now she's all, "You better play for at least an hour, every day!" Well, no duh. God.

Anyway, enjoy. I do think the next chapter will be more humorous than this one.

Yukimura appeared to be very happy, for he was smiling ear to ear. This frightened both Niou and Kirihara exceedingly. Marui wasn't scared at all because he was drunk. Yanagi chose not to meet his teammates' eyes, unsure of what they had done in the bar.

"That was very fun," Yukimura commented, shattering the silence. "I think I saw Keigo Atobe there."

A pause. "Really? Why didn't you say so?" Marui slurred. He teetered a bit.

"I didn't want to embarrass him, for he looked quite tainted."

"You mean 'drunk'?" Akaya asked confusedly.

"Basically."

"So much underage drinking," Niou mused. "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"You shouldn't be talking," Akaya said with a snort.

"Yeah," drawled Marui. "See? I had eight glasses of Candy Blast Martinis and I'm not drunk. I can still walk straight." He demonstrated walking – actually, stumbling. Akaya cracked up while Yanagi proceeded to drag Marui in the direction of Yukimura's house.

The first thing they noticed ('they' being Akaya, Niou, and Yukimura as Marui was too drunk to see anything, and Yanagi had seen it already) was the queer shade of pink the formerly white door had become.

"What have you done?" Yukimura inquired cheerily. However, his narrowed eyes gave away his distaste.

"Yagyuu thought it might be interesting to make this a . . . a country house, and we sort of used your sister's dollhouse for inspiration."

"Eh? Akane-chan has a dollhouse?" Marui asked, still reeling.

For the first time ever, fear was shown in Yukimura's eyes. Quickly, he blinked and gave a smile. "Don't call her that, Marui. So that means . . ."

"Yes," Yanagi said hesitantly. "Perhaps you'd be better off checking it out yourself."

Yukimura forced another small smile and opened the door. Upon seeing that his walls were all painted pink with white polka-dots, he stepped inside tensely. "How did you do this in the little time that we were gone?" he whispered.

"Apparently, Jackal is very talented," answered Yanagi with a shrug.

"Ah! My eyes!" Akaya shrieked, diving for cover. He crouched under a table and tightly clasped his hands, praying for his life. This was the dreaded journey to the closet all over again.

"So my home was been turned into a dollhouse?" Yukimura asked, the smile still plastered on his face.

"Basically," he said tentatively. "Just about."

"Ah." Yukimura dared to take another step inside, and marched up the stairs into his room. Throwing open the door, he saw Yagyuu and Jackal each holding a dainty little teacup. They said something very polite and clinked the two little porcelain teacups together.

Glaring at them both – though the glare was carefully masked with a sweet smile – he said, "Good evening. What have we here?"

"Ah, good evening, sir." Apparently, neither of them wanted to directly answer the question. Yukimura's smile widened, and the frustrated glare in his eyes deepened.

"Jackal, what is this?"

"I thought redecorating the house – temporarily – would be an interesting experiment," Yagyuu cut in. "And Sanada thought the idea was very quaint, though he took the liberty of redecorating the dining room by himself."

Yukimura's eyes widened slightly, finding Sanada's involvement in this hard to believe. "Yes. Well . . ." He trailed off, taking in the scene. His bedroom walls were officially light red, and his modern platform bed had been replaced by a classy, girly bed with feathery pink pillows. "Oh, dear. I see you've replaced my tennis racquets as well."

The racquets were pink, and had little hearts engraved on the handle. Even the strings were pink. Yukimura took the racquet in his hand and clenched the handle tightly. His knuckles were turning white.

"All your stuff is in the closet," Jackal assured. "We didn't mess with it."

"However, I did get some very interesting data," Yanagi put in with a small smile. "I must send it to Sadaharu right away."

Sanada stayed silent. Niou snickered.

"Let's check out the dining room," Akaya suggested, having finally come of hiding.

Yukimura agreed quietly and entered the dining room. He smiled with amusement.

Instead of a round, glass table, a tennis ball table stood in the center of the room. The table had grooves where a tennis ball would have its grooves, and the surface was even green and fuzzy.

Glass flutes were replaced by childish, plastic cups with tennis racquet decorations. The elegant, cushioned seats were hidden somewhere. Instead, eight tennis ball accented seats surrounded the table.

Arching an eyebrow, he turned to Sanada and asked, "You did this?"

Sanada nodded, staring at one of the cups. "It's stained," he remarked.

"This must be the best room so far," Yukimura said with a sigh. "Why, why, why do you all think you have the right to 'girlify' my house?"

Niou grinned. "We missed out!"

Marui nodded drearily, and finally collapsed right there on the spot.

"What happened to him?" Akaya interrogated, for fear of his senior coming to life and turning into a zombie.

"He passed out," Sanada answered promptly, throwing the redhead a disdainful glance. Reluctantly, he carried Marui to the couch. Catching a whiff of the boy's breath, he added, "What did he drink? His breath is so . . . sickeningly sweet."

"A few dozen Candy Blast Martinis," Yukimura replied. That was clearly an exaggeration, but it seemed to fit the situation quite well.

Sanada obviously believed it, for his eyes widened and eyed the sleeping boy with pity. "He must be very drunk."

Akaya nodded. "He is! He can't even walk! He keeps on seeing double too!" He sounded very bright.

Niou snorted. "You should be happy. You've got a dollhouse, a live size one."

"A girl might be," he admitted. Once again, he surveyed the exceedingly pink, flowery, sparkly room. The hearts and polka-dots seemed to be burning his eyes. "Like my sister. But I don't intend to keep the house this way for long."

"When are you cleaning up, then?"

"Soon, Niou." Yukimura's navy blue eyes glinted. "Very soon."

Niou shuddered and took a few steps back. "I'll just . . . go and play a prank on Yagyuu or something."

"Sure." Yukimura waved him away absentmindedly and turned his attention back to the live horror film playing before him. A dollhouse. Wasn't that quaint?

"Uhm, captain?" Akaya asked quietly. "What should I go do?"

"You should go and get Jackal, Yagyuu, and Niou. We're going to have some fun." Muttering to himself, he added, "Why would they of all people choose to do this to me?"

Akaya nodded quickly and ran upstairs, eager to escape his captain's growing dark aura.

Yukimura began to pace. Back and forth, back and forth . . . until he collided with something hard. Rubbing his head, he looked up to see a large iron pole standing in the middle of the living room (how had he ended up there?), covered in pink and red balloons. Attached to it was a banner that read, 'We Wuhvs You! (Please Don't Kill Us, Yukimura.)' He smiled and reached for a scissor. Within a few seconds, all the balloons were popped, and all that was left was a pathetic row of pierced sheets of pink and red rubber.

Such a sweet, kind, loving, pitiful gesture.

He smiled. Why would he ever want to kill his precious teammates?

No, he was going to make them suffer instead. Death would be too quick, too easy.

Meanwhile, Niou closed his eyes and prayed. "At least this isn't 'The Notebook'," he whispered.

I'm sorry this wasn't read over. I'm in a hurry, so there may be a few typos there. I'll reread it when I get a chance and replace the chapter with the edited one, but for now, well . . . It's just, I'm already way behind schedule. I was supposed to update over six hours ago. I hope you enjoyed reading, though.