Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: OCC-ness and mild language.
A/N: italics means thoughts or emphasis on that particular word. I trust that you will know when is which ;)
Cheers for all your reviews and alerts. They had motivated me to continue writing D and sorry for the late update... was busy and still is busy with projects that my cruel lecturers piled on us.
...Yuki... is someone i made up...

"I saw the poster."

"………"

Eiji nudged Momoshiro; both of them were expecting Fuji to dish out a jar of Spicy Fuji Tea to their buchou. Much to their disappointment, Fuji did not say anything about the punishment for being late.

"Ah, let's go then."

Feeling like toddlers who got theircandies snatched away, Eiji and Momoshiro were whispering furiously between themselves while Ryoma tagged along behind them, with his hands supporting the back of his head, deep in thoughts. Why wasn't buchou punished? He was late… wait… he didn't know we were meeting early. Shit…Fuji-sempai did tell us not to be late. But late for what? His breakfast meeting? Or the workshop? Sighing, Ryoma somehow guessed why Tezuka was not punished; He was not late for the workshop.

They followed Fuji to one of the largest classroom.

"Che." Everyone stopped and looked at their buchou, wondering what was wrong. "This is not the location they stated on the poster." Everyone turned to look at Fuji.

Fuji just shrugged his slim shoulders, "Saa, they called me last night to tell me that they changed the location. Now, shall we proceed?" Fuji opened the door and waved them in. Kawamaru and Echizen taking the lead, followed by Momoshiro and Eiji, then Oishi, Kaidoh and Inui, lastly Tezuka who shot Fuji a warning glance.

They chose a middle row and settled themselves down while waiting for the instructors to come. "Mou, they are late nyah!" Fuji smiled, excused himself and went out of the room before anyone could ask him where he was going.

Suspicious, Tezuka got up silently and walked over to the door only to find it locked. Tezuka frowned a little, what could Fuji be up to now…we must keep our guards up. Should I tell the regulars? Hmmm… I don't want to worry them, yet I need to tell them to be careful.

Before our stoic buchou could finish his train of thoughts, the door opened again and Fuji came in carrying six large pitchers of… something. Kawamaru rushed forward to help but Fuji declined with a particularly sweet smile, "Saa, thank you Taka-san. Demo I can handle this by my own. We wouldn't like to spill any of this nice tea, would we?"

A sudden horrified silence filled the room as the Regulars realized what the pitchers contained. Fuji busied himself by placing the pitchers on the table, Saa…Let's see who's going to be the lucky ones! All those hanging out with Inui had finally paid off… no one can hide anything from a Fuji, let alone a recipe. Smiling to himself, he produced several tall glasses out of nowhere and set about polishing them, not taking any notice of the rest.

The Regulars continued gaping at the greenish-brown tea, which was smoking slightly if one looked carefully. The silence was only broken by…

"Ii data. Fuji's strength increased by 0.3 percent."

"Fusuuh. How do you know that, sempai?"

"Ahh, Fuji used to carry only 36.25 kg without breaking a sweat. What he carried just now weigh at least 37.35 kg. Furthermore he had taken more steps than during the weight training."

All a sudden, the rest of the regulars (except Tezuka and Fuji; Fuji was still happily polishing) gathered around the Data-man, clamoring to know their strength. "Inui-sempai, surely I am the strongest!"

"Fusuuuh, baka. Your brains musthave beeneaten by your stomach too. You are not the only powerhouse in our team."

"Nani, Mamushi? You want a piece of me!"

"Fusuuuh!"

"Mada mada, we will outgrow your data soon, Inui-sempai."

"Nyah? Oishi is stronger than me?" Eiji sat back down, sulking while his double partner tried to comfort him by telling him that his reflexes were the best even though his strength was not. Eiji pouted a little before turning all sunshine and chatty again.

"Ano…Fujiko, are you sure? They looked really nasty..."

"Mou, it's really all right. The slight smoke might be because I added 30 percent more of the ingredients recommended…."

"…. What are they?" Tezuka just could not resist asking, he feared for his teammates' lives.

The tensai looked at his watch and clapped his hands for attention. "Now everyone, please settle down. The instructors are coming soon." Tezuka's eyebrow twitched a little as his question went ignored; nevertheless, he went to take a seat.

"Oh, by the way, since everyone's present and no one is late… I don't wish to waste the tea. I can't possibly finish all by myself so I thought I would share." A sweet smile while the rest shuddered. "So now, we the Regulars will do whatever the instructor asks. Those who disobey will have to drink the tea." The rest were dismayed, yet somehow, they were expecting it.

(Additional Information: Seating position: Momoshiro, Echizen, Eiji, Oishi, Tezuka, Inui, Kaidoh, Kawamura, Fuji)

Footsteps and giggles could be heard approaching the door and all the regulars tensed a little. All eyes were on the door, wondering how the instructors would look like. The door opened…

"Eeek! There's Tezuka! Is my hair messy? They are really here!"

(A/N: Insert other fangirls' screeching here)

Tezuka glared at Inui who was sitting to his right, "Explain this. You said less than 0.5 percent of the school cohort."

"Fusuuuh, seems more than 50 percent had heard of it."

"Eh, to be precise, I believe that about 70 percent of the girls are here. However, according to my previous data, this seems illogical. The previous time the workshop was held, only 11 students went."

"Hehe, must be me, Momo-chan's charm then! Ne Echizen?"

"Mada mada, Momo-sempai. Why did all these girls come later than us?"

"Saa… I wonder why indeed."

Amid all the sudden chaos, Oishi was blushing furiously, quite unable to fend off the fan girls who had appeared in front of him, demanding for his autograph. Meanwhile, Eiji was busy chatting with some girls from his class who had chosen their seats behind him. "Nyah? The workshop starts at 12?"

"Yup! And to think we came early by half an hour too! We thought you guys would come late!"

All the regulars turned to look at the culprit again. Fuji seemed to be recalling, tapping a slender finger on his chin. "Ah, I forgot about the part where I edited the time on the poster. I think I must have gone to edit it after I registered us. Well, not that it makes any difference since we're all here."

"Demo Fuji-sempai, you made us wake up 3 hours earlier!"

Before the regulars could make a scene, a lady dressed in elegant black with a white lab coat stepped in. She stood at the doorway, cleared her throat for attention "Ahem, now... could all the lovely boys and girls please take a seat?"

(A/N: Let's have a guess at who is the instructor!)

She walked towards the front of the classroom, taking in all the faces before her and the weird-looking drinks. Spotting a few promising faces among the crowd, she spread her well-toned arms wide and announced smilingly, "Now, shall we begin? At the end of this course, you might just become my masterpieces!"

"Masterpieces?"

"Yes, that's right. I, Hanamura Aoi, will assist you in your journey to become a masterpiece! Youmay call me Hanamura-sensei. Now, settle down my lovelies and we will begin."

"The overview of this session… we will first touch on our crowning glory. Next, the various parts of our face, the skin, the dressing and lastly the posture."

"Unfortunately, my assistant had called in sick today and we are missing a model. Moreover, I would like this session to be interactive, so I would like to suggest you students to act asmy models for each part of the session. Is that all right?"

A chorus of enthusiastic "Hai" and a few shifty looks greeted the proposition. Tezuka glanced at Fuji, wondering if he had anything to do with the assistant falling sick today.

"Good, let us put our best foot forward. Now, I think I need 3 models for the first part of our session –our hair. Any volunteers?"

Hanamura-sensei looked around, searching for various lengths of hair. Momoshiro who had wanted to get some tips for hairstyling, waved his hand about. "Ahh, we got 1 volunteer… 2... Now we have short hair and long hair. How about shoulder length? Maybe you? Now, will the 3 of you please come up to the front?"

Cheers greeted the 3 hair models – Momoshiro, Fuji and Yuki. Momoshiro smiled widely, Yuki shyly and Fuji forcedly. This isn't going according to what I've planned! I should have trimmed my hair before I came. Well, I doubt it would be anything too bad, so just endure…endure…

Now we can't have Fuji bullying everyone, could we :D
(Dances around)

Fuji: (eyes opened) Saa...what do we have here?
Illustriousopaline: eh...bye all! Got to run! Reviews neeeeee (fades out)