A/N: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. ^^;; It's been…how long? Uh… April…. Now it's almost August… three months. Well, if anyone's mad or interested in knowing why I was this late (which is nothing new because I always update so slowly), its because of these reasons:
Finals, I'm sure everyone has these. Or something relatively similar. Anything to stress you out and make you scream in frustration because there is no possible way you can remember all those stupid facts.
I was moving back to US thus I had to pack and everything (now that I am back, I had to unpack and buy needed furniture and all them crap)
My stupid muses mysteriously died out. My creativity was sucked out. The wretched WBM loved my brain. Take your pick. To me, it means the same.
LAZINESS (everyone say that with me)
So there you go. Anyway~~HUGE HUGE HUGE HUGE HUGE thank yous to everyone who reviewed!!!!!!!!! =D
And I'm sorry if the cussing bugs everyone—I'll try to tone it down. ^^;; Where I come from, everyone cusses so much, it's weird not to hear it.
PLEASE READ ABOUT MY RANT ON FLAMES!
VERY IMPORTANT!!!!!!! (To me, anyway)
TO ONE OF MY FLAMERS, OF COURSE I USED THE BOOK!! I THOUGHT THE SCENE WAS CUTE SO I USED IT! AT LEAST I CHANGED IT!!! AND I DID MENTION THAT I WOULD COPY IT! THIS IS FANFICTION.NET AND THAT MEANS WHATEVER THE AUTHOR WANTS TO WRITE, HE/SHE CAN WRITE IT!
AND TO THE OTHER PERSON WHO FLAMED ME—ITS CALLED FANFICTION. SAY THAT WITH ME, FANFICTION~! THAT'S FREAKING RIGHT! FAAAAAAAAANFIIIIIIIIIIIICTION!!!!!!!!!!! MEANING I CAN TAKE THE DAMN BOOK AND CHANGE IT ANY WAY I WANT, AS I MENTIONED ABOVE! IF YOUR IQ IS TOO LOW TO UNDERSTAND, I'M SORRY BUT DON'T READ ANY FICS HERE THEN!!!! GO TO FICTIONPRESS.COM!
MYSTERIOUSLY RANDOM PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO HATE MY FIC—FLAME ME FOR ALL I CARE (I PROBABLY WILL EVEN TAKE IT INTO CONSIDERATION), BUT FLAME ME FOR SOMETHING DECENT!!!!!!!!!!! GEEZ!! STOP FLAMING ME FOR STUFF LIKE 1) I COPIED THE BOOK WHEN I MENTIONED I WOULD COPY THE BOOK, 2) FOR WRITING JAPANESE WORDS, 3) WEIRD LITTLE REASONS LIKE HOW I MESSED UP ON THEIR NAME OR SOMETHING, 4) I WROTE IT WITH A DIFFERENT STORY PLOT, OR 5) ANYTHING RELATIVELY STUPID!!!
I rest my case and I've calmed down. I'm sorry if anyone thinks I'm irrational, but it's frustrating when you see in your mailbox, that you have a review and while you're happily seeing if it's someone complimenting you or criticizing you for something you can work on, you find out that someone's flaming you for a stupid reason.
Like I said, I don't mind flames. In fact, flames are not that bad. Flames help the authors understand how to write better and everything. Thus, I would not hate anyone who sends me one. But I would hate anyone who sends me one that is seriously ridiculous. I don't mind if you don't put your email address, meaning you are scared I'd do something to you, which is stupid cause I wouldn't, but I understand, but stop flaming me for stupid reasons! (I think I repeated myself quite a few times, so I'll stop). Thank you for reading up to here.
Anyway, I've been debating whether or not I should make this into a series, but in the end, I decided not to. I take too long to update. Too bad, though, I had some ideas I could have used. ^^;
Oh, and if anyone's wondering about ITFOD or BBL or what-did-I-call-that-stupid-fic, well, it's all on hold until I finish this one. Or rather, when I stop being lazy. I have all the ideas written down, but not the actual thing. Gomen ne. -_-;
Well, without further ado (HUGE APOLOGY ON THE LONG A/N), heeeeeere ya go!
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"Okay 'yama," Tsuyoshi started, holding a tiny microphone. "Now, Sana has invited Aya, Yumi, and Fuka over. What we need you to do is to stash this somewhere in the room they're in, ok?" He handed the small mic over.
"Does your girlfriend know about this?" Akito asked Tsuyoshi, his right eyebrow up.
"Hell no. She'll kill me for it." Tsuyoshi snorted. "Now go, already!" He shoved Akito to the door and dropped into the bushes. Akito glared and kicked them. The bushes wiggled angrily as Tsuyoshi's sharp voice came ringing out. "'yama!"
Akito scowled. Tsuyoshi was lucky Akito didn't feel like moving much today or else he'd have a black eye. He rang the doorbell reluctantly and waited. After he told the unhappy Rei who he was, he went in and followed Miss Shimura into the living room.
"Yo," Akito said, putting up a hand. He stopped short as soon as everyone turned to him and stared. His hand immediately came down and his right eyebrow twitched.
"Eh? Akito? What are you doing here?" Sana asked, blinking.
"I was bored," came his reply.
"That's your only reason for visiting me?!" Sana asked, picking up her fork. Akito shrugged.
"I guess I'll go then." He said and shuffled out the room.
"Akito! Stupid!" Sana threw her fork after him. Miss Shimura immdiately hurried off to bring a new one. Sana sat down with her arms crossed and blew her hair away from her eyes. "Hmmph!"
"Sana!" Fuka rushed to the teen actress's chair. "When didja become so close to Hayama-san?!"
"Yeah! And he's visiting you?!" Aya asked eagerly. Behind her, Yumi nodded.
"Last time I checked, he was sooo not into you!"
Sana chuckled nervously. "Ehehehe… why don't you guys have some cake or tea? Fuka, go sit back down… your legs will start hurting soon!" Following her instructions, they all did what she said and waited. "Erm," Sana twisted her fingers around. "See. Akito and I… we're like… this." She stuck two fingers up in a 'V' sign and then crossed it. Everyone spat their cake/tea out.
"Oh dear, I just vacuumed the floor here today…" Miss Shimura said when she came in. She handed Sana her fork and hurried off to get the broom.
"Sorry bout that," Aya said and tried to clean up some of it while Yumi did the same. Fuka, on the other hand, immediately asked questions.
"When? How? What? Why? What?" She spluttered and shook her head. "What?" She asked again.
Sana shrugged sheepishly. "Sometime last week? I dunno! It just happened and… well, like… well, I like him! So… stop gaping at me!" She waved her hands around in defense.
"But… I imagined you with… someone else…" Fuka pursed her lips. "Not that Hayama-san is anything bad, but… yeah."
"Really, Sana," Yumi said. "Hayama-san is… different."
"I know… it's just that…" Suddenly Akito came back into the room. Sana glared at him. "What are you doing back here?"
"I forgot to…" he racked his brain for something. He thought of one and scowled inwardly. This better be worth my image and pride, he thought. Wordlessly, he walked over to Sana to kiss her on the lips, while dropping the mic into her chair. The other girls gaped while Sana did. With that, he walked out as he put his arm up again for a good-bye.
"Sana!" The other girls cried.
"You reformed him!" Fuka said in amazement.
"He's so soft and gentle now!" Yumi said.
"That was so sweet!" Aya clapped her hands together.
Sana blushed as she frowned at Akito's public display of affection for her. Well, at least I don't have to argue with the girls now… She said, her frown lessening.
"I wonder how she did it!" The girls gathered to discuss Sana's love life when the teen actress was musing over the kiss.
"I know! Less than a month!"
"Wow, she really does have magic! Like the commercial says!"
Sana snorted at Yumi's comment. "Uh, girls?" The girls straightened and each gave her a toothy smile.
"Yes, Sana?" Their faces were bright with innocence. Sana coughed.
"Cookies?" She asked, holding out a platter.
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"All they're talking about is gossip," moaned Naozumi.
"Your plan turned out to be bull," Yuta glared at Tsuyoshi.
"Wait a while—the girls haven't even left yet!"
"Now they are," Akito stated. The three boys gasped and bought their binoculars to their eyes. The girls were walking up the stairs, most likely into Sana's room.
"Dammit! A foiled plan!" Tsuyoshi cried. "Unless… Akito! Go back in there, get the mic, and then put it into your girl's room!"
Akito glared at Tsusyoshi who pretended not to notice.
"Give it up," Akito said gruffly and left. The other boys sighed.
"Guess we gotta," Tsuyoshi said glumly.
"Unless…" Yuta's eyes had a gleam as he rubbed his hands together. The rest looked at him. "Unless… we ask the girls to help us spy." Silence. Yuta dropped his hands. "They'd never do that."
"I still think we should try to figure it out," Tsuyoshi said. "Though, we should probably work on Keichi, not on Sana. It might not even be her."
"'yama's probably just getting those jitters on finally having a girlfriend." Naozumi nodded. "Probably doesn't believe it's real."
"Yeah, poor dude got too many problems," Yuta added.
"Let's go," Tsuyoshi picked up his equipment. "Sorry 'zumi—your mic is still back there."
Naozumi waved a hand. "That's when being rich and famous comes in handy."
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Four weeks passed, which included Christmas and New Year's Day, and none of the boys had a single lead for Keiichi being a girl during the holidays. Akito hadn't mentioned anything about Sana either thus Naozumi and Yuta decided to retire. Though Keiichi occasionally called Akito 'Akito' by accident, they let it pass and continued as if nothing happened. Tsuyoshi, much as he wanted to do the same, was still doubtful. And he refused to give up. There wasn't much he could do by himself though, except to wait.
"Hey 'eiichi," Tsuyoshi asked suddenly, one day, looking up from his work and stretching.
"Hm?" Keiichi murmured as he focused on his homework. If X was 5, then Y should be 7, but then that wouldn't be right because… because…
"When do we get to go your house, anyway?"
Keiichi blinked. "Uhhh… I dunno 'bout that… my, uh, mom still needs to work on some stuff, so… yeah."
"Aw, that sucks," Naozumi's shoulders slumped. "We're getting bored at each other's houses."
"Maybe we can go bug the girls," suggested Tsuyoshi. "Aya once said her house was free."
"We'll be too busy staring at them than hanging out," snorted Naozumi. He grabbed a pillow from Yuta's bed and hugged it. Yawning, he nudged Akito, the closest person to him, with his toe. "Wake me up later."
"Stupid!" Yuta threw his notebook at Naozumi's head.
"What the--"
"If you sleep we can only work! Get up!" Yuta complained.
"Aiiiiiyaaaa," whined Naozumi. "Jerk."
"Dumbass," was Yuta's only reply.
"Hey, what about your phone and all that? Is it set up, already?" Tsuyoshi asked.
"My dad accidentally broke the phone when he was talking to his employer. He got so mad, his entire face was red." Keiichi lied with ease. As Sana, he'd once played a character who's dad had to go to anger-management classes and what he just said, happened in a movie.
Unfortunately for him, Naozumi remembered that. "Sana once played a character with a dad like that! It's was so funny!" He started telling the story to everyone who were enthusiastically listening. Tsuyoshi glanced at Keiichi's expression and listened to Naozumi's story halfheartedly.
Funny, thought Tsuyoshi. I thought I just saw some panic on his face.
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"Tsuuuuyoshi!" Aya waved to her boyfriend who was scanning the tables. "Over heeeeeeeeeeeere!" Aya ignored all the looks she received. She was extremely happy that day—she got a high score on her test, her father got a raise, Sana just invited her, Fuka, and Yumi to a picnic on Saturday, and she was going to be on a date with her boyfriend, even if he was 20 minutes late.
Tsuyoshi jogged over and gave her a sheepish smile. "Hey Aya," he said. "Sorry I'm late. The guys and I were doing homework and I had to help out the others since Akito was bent on watching TV."
Aya smiled gently. "That's okay. I'm glad you're help them out. One of the best qualities in my boyfriend."
Tsuyoshi grinned and took a menu. "What didja feel like eating?" He looked at all the listed foods.
"Something simple. I'll just get some chicken ramen, I guess." Aya said, while she drank some of her water.
"Then I'll get the beef ramen. Annnnd… hm, wanna share a passionfruit smoothie?" he looked at her for her approval. She nodded and he waved for the waiter. The waiter took their orders and set off.
"So, what have you been up to? You look happy." Tsuyoshi propped his left arm against the back of his chair.
"Daddy got a raise!" squealed Aya. "We might be able to go on that trip to the hot springs after all! And I got a 97% on that math test—thank you Tsuyoshi," she reached over to squeeze his right hand. "Plus, this Saturday, Fuka, Yumi, and I are going to picnic in Sana's backyard! It's huge! And supposedly, there's a forest somewhere there, but still! A picnic! It's gonna be so fun!"
Tsuyoshi grinned at his ecstatic girlfriend. "Sounds great." Aya nodded.
"She'd invite you guys, but we're gonna be home alone and her manager doesn't trust you guys… or at least, Hayama-san." She stopped, wide-eyed. "Did you know they were a couple?!" she shrieked. "That's so *WOW*! I never imagined Hayama-san to be with Sana!"
"Really? Why?" Tsuyoshi asked.
"Oh—nothing bad against Hayama-san. It's just that, he wasn't interested that day we went to the studio and he was always against her—yanno how he complained how the male population was stupid for liking her. And Sana seemed like the type to be with… hmm, Umezaki Kyou, that guy from that movie, 'Winter Wind'?"
Tsuyoshi nodded. "Everyone was surprised, too. But they seem happy."
"Yeaaaah! I know! We saw Hayama-san kiss Sana the other day—his expression was so… soft! And Sana, though she won't admit it, was probably all gooey inside! You can tell by her eyes! A very surprising couple, but such a good one, too!"
Tsuyoshi grinned. "I guess we've got competition, hm?"
Aya blushed a bit and swatted Tsuyoshi's hand. "Don't say nonesense like that, silly. We should be happy that Hayama-san and Sana are happy."
"I am. You are. We just have competition."
"We do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Do too." He paused and before Aya could counter his remark, he asked, "Hey, Aya, did you go to Sana's room?"
Aya looked at him, confused. "Uh, yeah, why?"
"Did you notice anything… particular?"
Aya looked at him wide-eyed and blushed again. "Tsu-Tsuyoshi! What are you trying to ask?"
"I'm not trying to imply that!" Tsuyoshi blushed, too and coughed. He drank some of his water. "I mean, like… wigs or anything…?"
"Of course I did." Tsuyoshi stopped to look at Aya. "She's an actress. She'd have a bunch of those."
"No, I mean… like any orange-haired wigs? Short like a guy?"
Aya blinked. "Tsuyoshi, what are you trying to say?"
"Hm, nothing. Just wondering," he smiled a little and turned to the right. "Oh, look, here's the food. Let's eat!" he grabbed his chopsticks and smiled at Aya who smiled back.
"I haven't eaten chicken ramen for sooo long! It's gonna be so good!" Aya exclaimed, breaking her wooden chopsticks apart. "Right, Tsuyoshi?"
"Hm, right," Tsuyoshi said, half listening. He thought he just saw Keiichi walk the way towards Sana's house.
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"Sana! Where does the chicken go?" Fuka yelled, her glove-covered hands holding a roasted chicken. She looked at the table set before them and glanced at all the plates.
"On that big big platter there! The one with the roses!"
"Eh, ok!" Fuka laid down the chicken on the plate Sana wanted her to put it on. She took off her gloves and rubbed her sore arms."Whew! I'm a bit sorry to ask Sana and Miss Shimura if they needed help!"
"Oh, it's not that bad," Yumi told her.
"You can't talk—you're not running from the kitchen and then trying to find a plate for a 7 pound chicken. All you're doing is pouring chips into a punch bowl."
"This is a punch bowl?! Ah!" Yumi dropped the chips bag and tried to find the real chip bowl.
"I think Sana wanted the chips in there," Aya said, pointing. "She did put the chip bags near that bowl."
"But she said she bought out the punch bowl to put soda in," Fuka informed them. "Why she'd do that, I'm not sure."
"She's Sana," grinned Aya. "And this is fun."
"Out of the waaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" Sana came speeding down the hallway with a sloshing huge punch bowl. It was bigger than the one Yumi was pouring chips into. Sana got to the table and smacked the bowl down. Surprisingly, she only dripped a few drops on the table. The other three girls grinned nervously. "I hope you guys like Pepsi. We only had that!"
"It's good, Sana, thank you." Aya said, speaking for all of them. Fuka and Yumi nodded.
"Shall we eat, then?" Sana grabbed plates and passed them out. They each got what they wanted and then went into the middle of the backyard and plopped down on the blanket. "I knew I should have gotten out the table. The grass is gonna cut into our butts!" She whined.
"Sana," laughed Yumi, "I don't think grass can do that."
"It's fine," Aya reassured the wailing teen actress.
"If you say so," frowned Sana. She grabbed a chip and perked up. "Anyway, how have you been doing?"
The girls launched into a conversation on their school days and how Fuka was running for president.
"Oh yeah, 'kaishi told me that," Sana murmured absent-mindedly. The girls stopped and stared at her.
"Since when did you start following the guys and started calling them by their last two syllables of their name?" Fuka asked.
"Oh, uh, Akito was just…" Sana stuttered. "Talking about it… I guess I caught on…"
"Uh, why are you talking to Yuta, though? Just him?" Yumi asked.
"No… it was this group thing…" Sana winced. Bad lie, bad lie, bad lie.
"I don't remember any group thing with you…" Fuka frowned. Aya noticed the tension and tried to break it.
"Uh, great chicken, Sana!"
"Thanks! It's one of Miss Shimura's specialty! And the chicken is--"
"Sana, if you have something to say to us, please say it now. I'd hate to break a good friendship over something like this," Fuka said suddenly.
"Something… like this? What?"
"Don't toy with me, Sana. I'm not stupid," snapped Fuka.
"I-I didn't say you were. I'm just confused. Something like what?"
"You are hiding something, I know it."
"Fuka, maybe Sana just mentioned something Hayama-san said," Yumi put an arm on Fuka's.
"Oh, yeah, it was. Thank you, Yumi, for reminding me."
"Don't try to cover it up now, Sana. Say it or I'm leaving." Fuka stood up.
Sana gulped and paused. It won't be too bad if I tell them, will it? They won't tell, right? I've only known them for a few weeks but I don't want to lose them… She swallowed and looked Fuka in the eye. "If you tell anyone what I'm going to tell you, I won't just let it go."
"Of course I wouldn't tell anyone," Fuka said, frowning.
"Look, we haven't been friends that long, but you can trust us," Aya promised. Yumi nodded.
"Well… you know that new kid, Yamaaki Keiichi?" The other girls nodded, confused. "I'm him."
Fuka glared at Sana. "That's not funny, Sana. We are very serious and you're taking this as a joke!"
"I am not!" shouted Sana. "I am Yamaaki Keiichi! Why else would I know about him?"
"I don't know! But you should have some proof!" Fuka yelled back.
"Fine! Stay here!" Sana got up and stomped off to her room. Fuka dropped down on her rear and looked at her friends.
"Why would she be Keiichi?"
"I don't know… you didn't give her a chance to explain."
"Well, she's probably telling the truth. Why would Sana lie about this, any way?" Yumi asked. Fuka shrugged and waited. Minutes later, Sana came out of the back door, dressed as Keiichi, but with the wig in hand. The girls gaped.
"See?" Sana asked. She put the wig over her hair. "If I was to put my hair up, I'd be Keiichi."
"But… why?" Fuka asked, dumbfounded.
Sana took a deep breath and started her story, while standing there. When she finished, Fuka rushed over to hug her while Aya and Yumi followed suit.
"How horrible! You poor thing!"
"Thing?" Sana asked, her voice muffled.
"You know what I mean," Fuka giggled and let go. Yumi and Aya gave Sana hugs, too.
"This feels like a Disney movie," Sana piped up after they let go.
"I'll say," Yumi grinned. "C'mon—I'm still hungry."
"Sure, sure, lemme just go change back." Sana whirled around to go to her room when she stopped. "…Akito?"
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A/N: Dun dun dun! The truth comes out!
What's Sana gonna do now? ::slaps hand to face in horror::
I don't know what she's gonna do—but if you review, maybe I will! ^^
The story shall come to end by the next chapter! Hopefully I'll update soon. =) Till then, ja bye bye!