"What???" Now Naru was on her feet, "you mean to tell me that this guy's a Tokyo University student???"

"You didn't know?" asked Keitaro.

"Well, I won't be a student there much longer, I'm graduating this spring."

"But... but that's impossible! That'd have to mean you were a year a head of me..." Naru's voice trailed off weakly and she looked around the room. Apparently, she was the only one surprised by this new development.

"Wait a second, you guys already knew this?" They all nodded.

"We've known ever sisnce Kentaro and Motoko- Mmph!" Kaolla was silenced by Motoko gagging her with a wet rag she happened to have on hand.

"He mentioned it once or twice," continued Motoko.

Naru looked around the room desperately for someone to tell her was just a joke, but then collapsed into an armchair in a defeated manner. There was a uncomfortable silence.

Finally, Kanako coughed, bringing the rooms attention to herself, "Well, big brother, how long will you and your young wife be staying with us?"

"About three weeks, I suppose."

"Well then you can simply not stay anywhere but Hinata House, I must insist."

"I can cede my room," said Hauka, "I'll be off on... 'Business' for the next couple of days. Of course, my room contains a double bed."

"'Double' bed?" murmured Shinobu.

With a malevolent grin on her face, Sara whispered something is Shinobu's ear, and the young girl gasped. Motoko promptly smacked Sara in the arm.

"Come on, I'll show you guys the room," said Kentaro, motioning for the other two to follow him.

Keitaro helped Nyamo to her feet and the three exited the building.

As soon as the three were gone, Kanako stepped into the middle of the room, "Well, I feel now would be a good time to discuss this."

"Discuss what?" inquired Kaolla.

"Keitaro's return, of course."

"What's there to discuss?" asked Motoko, crossing her arms.

"Look , don't play all innocent with me. I know you all were, and most definitely still are, in love with Keitaro."

"So?" this was Naru.

"So, I can only fathom the hair-brained schemes you silly girls have all ready began to cook up in you're adolescent heads. So, I want to make this perfectly clear. My brother is happy now, he's happy with this new woman. In all cases, one way or another, you've all completely blown your chances with him at one point or another."

"That's not true!!!" cried Motoko.

"All the other girls turned to her in surprise.

"What? It's just that... um... I don't care or anything but... ano..."

"Let's review, shall we?" When my brother was at the lowest point in you did nothing but smack, throw, verbally abuse, ignore, intimidate, and generally mess with him. Why in heavens name do you think he would somehow forget all that now that he's on top?"

"He... He said he forgave us..." murmured Motoko softly.

Sighing, Haruka stepped into the middle as well, "Keitaro has forgiven you, Motoko. That's the great thing thing about Keitaro, he could never stay angry at any of us. But you must realize, Keitaro's found someone. He's found someone whom he can rely on and cares for him in an amazing way. Who are we to take that away from him?"

"Well said, Haruka," complimented Kanako. Perhaps what I said was a little to harsh, but I want us all, right now, to promise not to put any moves over on Keitaro. Can we do that?"

The girls nodded.

"I'll begin, I swear not to interfere in Keitaro's love life."

One by one, all of the other girls swore the same.

"Thank you, thank you all. You can go now."


The next morning, Kentaro stood in the café kitchen, chopping vegetables and stirring them in some rice in a pan.

Someone yawned, and he turned to see Nyamo enter the kitchen, stretching and wearing a tanktop as well as one of Keitaro's white over shirts. Kentaro chuckled lightly and returned to his work.

"Oh! I'm sorry, we could've helped you with breakfast..."

"It's kind of a rule not to stop another man from enjoying, shall we say, the finer points of his marriage."

"Nyamo blushed a bright shade of crimson, "how can I help?"

"If you could just stir that pan, that'd be nice."

"Alright."

"He certainly, is, well, enthusiastic."

"Yeah, he's actually pretty terrific."

"If I could ask, Nyamo..."

"Sure."

"Why'd you marry him?"

She paused for a moment, stirring absently.

"I guess it was because he just seemed so, well, right. We have this kind of connection between us where we can really rely on each other. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

Just then, Keitaro came in to the room, "what is that intoxicating smell, my beautiful wife cooking breakfast?" He came up behind her, wrapping a arm around her midriff and kissing her lightly on the cheek. She giggled happily.

"'Morning, Kentaro."

"How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good, it's a comfortable bed."

"What I've always wondered is why the hell Haruka would need such a spacious frame." All three of them laughed loudly.

"That rice looks about done, Nyamo, thanks a lot."

"Great! Hey, could I borrow my wife for a minute?"

"Be my guest."

"But Kei-kun, we really should help with the cooking..."

"It's ok, I'll hook him up later."

"Really, it's ok Nyamo."

"Quick my love, before he changes his mind!"

Nyamo shrieked as her husband picked her up and held her between her arms. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her back to their bedroom.

Kentaro chuckled lightly once again and scraped the vegetables form the cutting board into the pan.

Author's Note

Sorry about the delay, people. Seems for some reason the decided to shut down my account. They didn't like something in my disclaimer. If anyone knows what I did wrong, please post something in the review section. Oh, and place your bets on how much the girls honor their little pact.