A/N: I've been LOVING season 2 so far. Finally got some time to write some ZLS fanfic and I just knew I had to run with this. This story is gonna be a loosely connected series of oneshots, all set around Saki's newfound radio show. Each chapter will be self-contained, but as I say, there may be crossovers between certain chapters. I'll keep on adding to this for as long as I have ideas! Not sure exactly how frequently I'll update but it'll be as frequent as I can make it :)

Hope you enjoy! This chapter is from Saki's POV. ALSO, why the fuck do Japanese rado stations always announce their names in English? Try listening to one online and you'll see what I mean. It's wild.

Chapter 1: Saki's Excellent Love Advice

I cup a hand to my headphones as an American voice with a shit ton of reverb says, "FM Saga. On the radio."

Then we're on.

"Welcome back to 'So Saga Can Be Saga', hosted by me, Number Two from Franchouchou. Here with me is Number Six, and of course, Zero."

Tae hungrily chews on her mic. I turn her volume down as she starts trying to swallow it whole.

"The station's been getting all kinds of letters since we took over, and I just wanna say: I appreciate that you all wanna fuck me, but as a professional I have to refuse."

The guys in the control room behind the window start waving their arms frantically.

"Shit, I shouldn't have said fuck just then. Pretend I said 'fudge' instead."

Now Lily's giving me the stinkeye.

"Anyway," I continue, "not all the letters are about me. Got one here from an anonymous sender. Whoever they are, they've got very pretty handwriting."

Lily jumps in, "Better than yours."

"You don't get to have an opinion, Shrimpy, you haven't even hit middle-school yet."

She isn't impressed. I thumb the fan-mail, "The letter says… Number Two, there's this girl I like-" I grin, "Now we're talking!"

Tae mumbles something incomprehensible. Lily gives her some dried squid, and that seems to satisfy her.

"…there's this girl I like, but she doesn't know I like her. I try to drop hints, but either she doesn't notice, or she's pretending not to notice. One time I even gave her chocolates in a heart-shaped box. She ate them all and thanked me for being a 'good friend'. I know she means well, but I can't help but feel that she's a bit thick-headed. How do I get through to her?"

I hold my chin in my hands and think hard. Lily is staring at me, her mouth hanging open.

"What?"

"Nothing," she smirks, "Just looking forward to seeing how you answer this one."

I ignore the mischievous glint in her eye and say, "Well, mysterious stranger, strikes me that this friend of yours is a major league idiot…"

Lily snickers.

"…Number One once gave me chocolates. If I didn't know for a fact that she was straight as an arrow, you bet your ass - can I say ass?"

The guys behind the window shake their heads.

"Well you can bet your left nut-" Lily facepalms. Clearly 'left nut' isn't much better than ass, but what the fuck am I supposed to say? "-that I'd catch on to what she was saying, you feel me? We're just friends, but when someone gives you chocolates like that, that's a sure sign. I think you've gotta get even blunter. Get 'I Love You' printed on a T-shirt. They sell lots of that sh-" I catch myself, "-stuff on the internet, right? No way she's gonna miss that. I get it though. It's scary confessing to someone. You know, I confessed to one of my friends back in the day, and she was a girl. I was sure she was straight. Turns out she just wasn't into blondes. What can I say? Her loss. We stayed friends though. I'm sure your girl will be the same. Uh, I mean, not that she'll reject you. I'm trying to say-"

Lily cuts me off, "Follow your heart and you can't go wrong."

An applause sound effect plays over my headphones. The guys in the back give us a thumbs up.

I add, "What she said! Just go for it! There's nothing you can't do if you live life with GUTS! Anyway, I think it's time for another song. This one is…" I check the piece of paper noting all the songs we have lined up for the night, "…One of ours! Nice! Tokkou Dance, by Franchouchou!"

Back home I shuck off my work clothes and line up my baggy PJs, ready for an early night.

Should probably shower. Or I could just say fuck it for tonight.

Tempting. But you know what's not tempting? Makeup stuck to the inside of my futon.

Shower it is.

When I'm done I shuffle into the spacious 'bedroom' I share with the other girls. It wasn't designed to be a bedroom, it just happens to be the room we sleep in. Still, it does the trick. Sometimes we all snuggle together when it's cold. Honestly that alone makes it worth it.

Then I notice that one futon is empty.

"Where's Sakura?"

Ai, who's sat in front of the latest new-fangled Nintendo console (nothing beats the Famicom), replies, "She's in Kotaro's room, on the computer."

"Fair enough."

My question answered, I slip into my futon, close my eyes, and drift away.

Two days later a package slips through the mail slot. Sakura rushes to the door.

"I'll get it!"

I hear her skidding to a halt. Then her footsteps thunder down the hall off to who knows where.

What's got into her?

I don't think about it too deeply. After all, Sakura can be really high tension when she wants to be. It's just how she is.

Maybe she ordered some frilly lingerie or something.

Lily tells me you can order almost anything on the internet. I'm gonna have to take her up on that one day. Though I'll have to kick her out of the room when I make my order…

And maybe hide it from Shades, too. Or not. Wonder what it'd take to get him embarrassed.

Smirking to myself, I go out to the veranda. The midday sun shimmers on the oceans surface. I've always lived by the sea. Ever since I was alive, in Imari. If I wasn't a biker I'd be a sailor. Or a pirate. Either way I'd be drunk.

The door opens behind me. I look over my shoulder. A flash of familiar red hair.

"You done losing your shit over your new undies?" I joke.

Sakura blushes, "Haha, I don't know what you're talking about…"

I look back to the sea, "It's alright, you ain't gotta be ashamed. Everyone likes some fun panties, right? Not that I give much of a shit about mine, but on another girl, now that's a different story."

She laughs again, but it's hollow. I figure she's just nervous.

"You like the ocean much?" I ask.

"Oh, yes, I… love it."

"I could dive into it right now."

"Maybe don't do that."

I grin, "It's not like it'd kill me!"

She has this funny look on her face that I can't quite put my finger on. There's just something about her. Something… different. Then it hits me.

"Oh! I get it now! I see it!"

Her eyes widen, "You do!?"

"Yes! You've cut your hair, haven't ya? It looks nice! Is that what you were so nervous about? You look fine, seriously. Don't sweat it. Not like anyone here's gonna judge you anyway."

Her jaw goes slack.

Nailed it. It's the hair. Shoulda noticed earlier. Doesn't look that different to me but hey, when doesn't Sakura look good?

I smile in silent agreement with myself. She really is a stunner, "Am I good, or am I good?"

She nods, "Can't get anything past you."

"Eyes like a hawk, babe. Never forget it."

The door creaks. I spot Lily's cyan hair poking round the corner.

"What you doing there, Shrimpy?"

She looks at Sakura, "Did she notice your new sh-"

I answer before she can finish, "Yeah, I did. Looks good on her, too."

In a squeaky voice Sakura yelps, "Yep! I loooove my new haircut! She noticed my haircut right away!"

Lily frowns, "You got a haircut?"

"Haha," Sakura laughs, nervous again (why's she always so highly strung?) "I told you, remember? Told you ALL about my hair."

Now Lily's looking at me, "I get it now."

"You get what, Shrimpy?"

But the door closes without an answer.

Whatever. Probably just zombie puberty or something.

I clap Sakura on the shoulder, "If it's my approval you want, you got it. You look great Sakura. Seriously. If you weren't straight, I'd be in those pants in a heartbeat."

Her cheeks flush bright red. Pride swells in my chest.

Damn right. I still got it.

I go back inside, feeling like ten million yen.

Today's gonna be a good day.