Eeeh, this has taken more than three weeks coming. I'm really sorry. Exams are over now though, so I can get back on track with some Yuki/Machi goodness. This part is really just a little thing I did in about a hour so I had something to update this fic with. Haha, completely randomly, but I go through phases with punctuation. My old thing was commas. Commas everywhere. Now it's ellipses. How cool are they, after all? I thought I'd better say that because it's probably quite annoying how much I use and abuse them in this part. XD I'm currently working on two much longer parts, one fun, one angsty. I'm excited about them, I'm aiming for 2000 words plus for each, and I haven't posted anything that long in a while XD I'll get them up ASAP. Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed, and just everyone reading. You guys? Yeah, you're great. Hope you enjoy this part!

DISCLAIMER: Maybe I own it. Maybe I don't... Probably the second one.



"Don't stop me, Machi!" Kakeru said joyfully, intent on his work, as Machi walked in. She had a slight curiosity to what he was doing. Never before had she come in to find Kakeru hard at work. The tip of his tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth, and his brow was furrowed in concentration. It was only when Machi sat down in her usual seat that she could see the subject of Kakeru's efforts.

Yuki's head was resting on his hand, his form slumped over his desk. He was breathing deeply and slowly. Kakeru sat unnaturally close to him, a pink starry make-up case on his lap. He was currently engaged in applying some starting red nail varnish onto the President's nails.

"How do you girls do this?" Kakeru demanded, "I keep getting it all over his fingers."

"Manabe… Why are you painting the president?"

It was true that Kakeru had indeed not limited himself to only nails. Yuki's eye-lids had a distinct pink shimmer, with wonky eyeliner running across them, and an alarming shade of blush was clashing against the skin of his cheeks.

"I borrowed Komaki's make-up." He said, offering no further explanation.

"You know, when he wakes up… he'll probably hit you."

"How's he possibly going to know it was me?" Kakeru laughed loudly, and Yuki stirred in his sleep. Kakeru flung a palm over his mouth to silence himself.

Machi didn't bother with a reply. If Kakeru couldn't see for himself that the only person who would feel possessed to put make-up on the president was him, then it seemed too much of a lost cause for her to trouble herself with him. The president would no doubt be able to deal with Kakeru personally when he woke up.

"Ah!" Kakeru exclaimed suddenly, as he accidentally jabbed a mascara wand into Yuki's closed eye. Yuki groaned, as he started to rouse. Kakeru was up in an instant, grabbing up his tools , and leaving the offending mascara implement where it dropped on the floor, as he scurried out of the room, but not before flashing Machi a quick, "Cover for me!".

"Huh?" Yuki murmured, as he blinked sleepily, raising his head from his desk. His eyes found Machi, and she looked away, quickly. She couldn't laugh. She just couldn't.

"Why does my face feel…" He experimentally wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. His eyes widened at the dusting of pink he found. "What the…"

"Check the mirror." Machi said quietly, refusing to let her eyes fall on him.

He stumbled over to the full-length mirror that Kimi had petitioned the teachers to have fitted in the council room.

"Oh." Was all he could say for a moment, as he caught sight of his reflection. It took a moment before he spun around on his heel, anger hitting him like a bolt of lightning.

"Kakeru!" He yelled out. "I can't believe he did this! He's so… he's just… Ugh. I'm sorry, Machi." Yuki said, resignedly, sitting down on a desk top. There was no point trying to pursue Kakeru now. He'd be long gone, and the next time he saw Yuki, he'd feign to have no recollection of the incident anyway.

"Why… why are you apologizing, President?" Machi asked, looking towards him, but making sure not to stare directly. She couldn't trust herself.

"For having to see me like this." He said, "Why can't Kakeru stop embarrassing-"
"It's shouldn't be embarrassing." Machi said, silently hating her half-brother for how unexpectedly hurt Yuki was looking at that moment. However, more than that, she was hating herself. She knew that if she was a good person, just seeing his expression would be enough that her face would be one of upmost seriousness, but…

"Huh? Are you… Machi, are you laughing?" Yuki looked positively bemused. She wanted to look back at him and deny it vehemently, but really, how could a boy look so good with such excessive amounts of gaudy eye shadow?… Had she really just thought that? What was wrong with her?

"M-Machi?" Yuki slowly let a smile grow on his face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm… I'm so sorry, president. You just look really…"

"Stupid? Yeah. Not as stupid as your brother's going to look when I'm through with him."

"No… You just look really cute."

In an instant, the President turned the exact shade of his nails.


A/N: My inspiration for this chapter came, firstly, from that really early chapter of Fruits Basket, where Yuki puts on a dress for the cultural festival, and gets really embarrassed about it. Secondly, from the Furuba second drama CD, where Yuki calls Machi cute and she gets all flustered by it. Yeah, this whole part is kind of a reply to that. Why should it only be Yuki doing all the adorable flirting, after all? XD