Author's Notes: This chapter hasn't been betaed yet, but my DSL's been out all day, so I figured I might as well get it up while I had the chance. Once Fated gets on to beta it, I'll probably edit it some.

Please note that I cannot write Inui. One of the things that I don't think I got wrong about his character is that he does not use any percentages in this fic. People always seem to write his every line as a percent, but as far as I recall, the only time in the series he used a percent outside of sports was in the chibi ep where he and Yanagi were talking about women shopping. So, that's why I didn't use any.

…I still don't think I can write Inui.

Inui Sadaharu had just gotten a new notebook.

This was quite a frequent occurrence, enough so that the factory knew to deliver a crate of the things to the Inui residence every six months. However, this time something had gone wrong in the shipping process, and the delivery had been a week late. Then, his mother had taken his spare book to write her shopping lists in, and so Inui had been reduced to scribbling his data in the margins of various notebooks in a disgustingly unorganized fashion that had taken him nearly half a day to sort through once the shipment finally came in.

He wouldn't have minded so much if his mother hadn't refused to include a large fish tank on her shopping list unless he was going to keep fish in it, even after he pointed out that if she was using his notebook, he ought to get more of a say in what she bought. So he was still reduced to importing those exotic beetles from Sri Lanka. Alas.

But he had a fresh crate of notebooks now, and after he'd copied all the notes scrawled in margins into their own book, he was out and about, once again, with a crisp new notebook in hand.

He'd heard something about Jyousei Shounan running an odd fundraiser, so that was where he was headed. Data on rivals always came in handy, even if Seigaku had already beaten them. He paused outside the door, opening the book to the first page.

Bouncer: Kiriyama Daichi. Numerous bandages on arms, presumably from small injuries. May have part-time job frying tempura?

Inui was admitted, looked around—and nearly passed out in ecstasy from the plethora of data just waiting to be recorded. Data on rivals, he had at least expected…but how could he have anticipated data on Fuji and Tezuka? Not to mention the Golden Pair, but…Fuji and Tezuka. Echizen and Momo as well, but…Fuji and Tezuka.

Echizen: Easily bribed by Ponta.

Momoshiro: Exploits this to get Echizen on dance floor.

The intricacies of this relationship gave him several pages of data, and he got nearly double that on the Golden Pair, and the same amount on Jyousei. And now…Fuji and Tezuka. Page after glorious page of data…page after page after page after page after—oh dear.

Inui Sadaharu needed a new notebook.

If you didn't get the thing about tempura, you deep-fry it, and the oil splatters. I have a burn on my hand from making tempura, which is the main reason for that line.

…I think this fic is at least halfway done! -rejoices-