Title: Kiss, Kiss, Fall In Love (4?)
Author: P.L.S.
See Chapter One for the rest of the header.
A/N: You owe this to V6's Believe Your Smile, one of my fave songs right now. I'm in a bubblegum pop phase.
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Mitsukuni Hanninozuka was always pleased to get a new puzzle. It was just his hobby and puzzles weren't always the jigsaw or brain teaser types. His favorite puzzles were either the mathimatical type or the human type. Both required attention to detail and patience.
His last human puzzle was not just one person but two. The Hitachiin brothers were fasinating to him, together always, so distainful of all others, but willing to let a few just inside their world for laughs. Hanninozuka was still working on fully understanding them, but was content with what he knew so far to start on the newest addition to the band and his newest puzzle.
Fujioka had been utterly transformed by the twins, it was the first thing he noted as he stumbled in, pushed through the door by Hikaru, no doubt. Tight leather pants, styled yet not styled hair that never went past the chin, brilliant accents to highlight beauty that could easily be passed by if it wasn't displayed just right. All that and a certain air of uncomfortable innocence which sang out as loudly as Tama-chan's voice could.
Still something nagged at Hanninozuka's thoughts, something wasn't quite right about the newest recruit. After all, Kyoya-kun was still smiling like the cat who ate the canary as Tama-chan excaimed over the little bishounen.
He felt on a kind of psychic level his cousin's return to the club. Takashi had run out to go fetch some fast food and wine for before the show, it was actually quicker than ordering out, and Takashi needed to run before going on stage, it was a bit of stress relief as they first started, but now it was just tradition.
"Haru-chan's back." Hanninozuka smiled up at Takashi. "Look, I think we're gonna run through a song with him on keyboards, then let him play the rest by ear." Takashi grunted an affirmitive and put the take-out and bags of bottles on the table.
"Oh! Look! Mori's back with the food!" Tamaki said, interupting his long lecture on putting on a good show and how to give off the right stage presence to Haru-chan, who looked bored with the lead singer's zealousness.
"Wha'd ya bring us?" asked the twins in tandem, both bounding over as soon as they caught wiff of the noodles and fried foods that Takashi seemed to like to buy. Silently, his cousin gave them each a styrofoam bowl of super-spicy udon and a box of sweet potatoe fries along with a bottle of wine to share. They, again, said their thank yous as one and sat at a near by table to scarf down their food. Hannoninozuka's nose twitched, the spice of the noodles was so strong that the could feel it trying to take over his nose, which was slightly stuffy that day.
He tried to ignore the over powering smell of udon as he watched Takashi walk around and give each boy his dinner. On their table he saw Takashi's regular and an order of chicken and vegitable rice with a side of Califorinia rolls, or as Tamaki had deemed it, sushi for the wimpy foreigner. Hanninozuka smiled, Takashi was so thoughtful.
He picked up the food and went behind the bar where Haruhi was in an old lab coat, cleaning glasses and all the tools of his trade, "Here you go. Dinner." He gave him a brilliant smile and saw Haru-chan's lips curve but not enough to be called a smile.
"No thanks, I've gotta get this done." He said and started to turn to go back to the sink and start to wash the metal spoons and stir sticks that were laying next to the sudsy water. Hanninozuka grabbed the lab coat sleave, which was loose and covered in old stains.
"Please?" He gave her his most sappy 'puppy dog' face and saw as he slowly broke down, like all girls did. In the end he smiled and took the food with a small thank you.
Hanninozuka's mind started to pull the pieces together, the way he walked, the way he talked, the interactions that he had had with his new bandmates.
It all seemed to point to the fact that Fujioka Haruhi was a girl, not a boy.
Oh well, Kyoya probably already knew and if Haru-chan had a problem with their first assumption she would have said something. Besides, he couldn't wait to see Tama-chan's face when he found out that their new synth-keyboardist wasn't a bishounen, but rather a very pretty girl. With his old-fashioned Europian ideals, it would make an interesting show.
He bounced over to sit next to Takashi, who was already eating a bowl of duck udon. His own bowl was still closed and piping hot, just the way he liked it.
