All day, Motoko, former president of the Prince Yuki Fan Club, had thought incessantly about the school dance. Her once-subordinates had cried to her and told of the vexing problem the Spring Fling was turning out to be that afternoon. Motoko was a first-year at the university now, but her heart still beat each night for her beloved Yuki Sohma.

Just the thought of his name brought her to sigh dramatically, and she rolled over on her bed to gaze at the picture of her real-life prince charming sitting on her bedside table.

"Yuki-sama … How could you?" she breathed in the darkness of her room, letting out a mournful sigh. "That witch! Still casting her bloody spells! And I'm not there to protect you anymore…"

Motoko flipped her body over and stared at the ceiling. It might seem to some that she was speaking to a therapist instead of a photograph… but perhaps a therapist was needed because of that fact.

"I just don't know what to do. I thought maybe I could get over you, Yuki, but…" Motoko sniffed and whispered, "I can't. And you need me. You need me to lead the other girls to stop that with, Tohru Honda! Why wasn't I born two years later!"

There was a sharp rap at her door and a gruff voice scolded, "Motoko! Stop your blubbering! It's late, and you'll wake up the neighborhood!"

"Shut up, Mom!" Motoko sat up and flung her pillow at the door.

"Don't you dare use that tone with me, young lady!" her mother screamed.

Outside, a few lights in neighboring houses flickered to life. Several fatigued sighs could be heard from within.

…..

The other girls of the Prince Yuki Fanclub were having an unfavorable time themselves handling the news. And without their strong leader Motoko to back them up, they felt quite hopeless.

"We need a plan to stop that Honda girl," Minami spat, slamming her fist on her desk as she discussed matters on the phone with Mio.

Mio was in the kitchen of her home shaping rice balls, phone tucked her shoulder and head. "Well… What if we kidnapped her and tied her in a closest during the dance?" She shrugged and gasped as she nearly dropped her cell phone in the curry pot on the stove beside her.

Minami frowned and shook her head. "No, no… Someone would see us, and Yuki would spend the whole time searching for her. Honestly, what does he see in that wretched woman!" She slammed her fist again on the desk, which was covered in doodles of possible plans and ways to dispose of Tohru.

Mio carefully wrapped some nori around the rice ball she was holding as she brainstormed with her friend. "Well, Minami… you're the president now. You suggest something."

Minami sighed in frustration and rubbed her temples with her free hand. "All my ideas suck. But I did overhear Hanajima and that yankee saying that they aren't coming." Minami's following smirk carried some faith in this fact. Without Honda's tough lackeys, she'd be an easy target.

"Seriously?" Mio cried. "Well, this should be much easier, then! Maybe… Maybe we could distract Yuki-sempai when they're heading to the dance and then kidnap Honda-sempai?"

Minami slapped her forehead and sighed. "You're really bent on this kidnapping stuff, huh? I don't know. Maybe… Tohru could have an 'accident' of some sort."

Minami chewed over this in her mind. Suddenly, an idea struck like lightning and she slammed her fist on the desk the hardest yet.

"An accident… Tohru's a klutz already, so almost anything is believable. We could just bump into her enough so that she needs to go to the infirmary for a bandage or two, then before Yuki can take her there, we get some people to talk to him about student council things and get someone else to take Honda to the nurse so he won't worry… Yeah…" Minami's mind reeled with the possibilities, and a mischievous grin flashed on her face.

Mio's head bobbed along in agreement. "That could work! Yes!" she exclaimed. "Oh, this is going to be good!"

"Very," Minami said simply, massaging her sore fist as she hung up the phone. "Very."