I must not be doing a very good job… I looked at the stats, and the amount of readers goes down every chapter… Ah, well. I like it, anyways; even if others may not. But, not to think that the reviews I've been getting aren't appreciated, because they most certainly are. Thank you, everyone! Three more chapters to go!

Disclaimer: This is a waste of typing space at this point, but it lengthens the page numbers, at least. Lol. I don't own Furuba.

My sister helped me decide on a victim for this chapter! And the chosen one is… the ever so vain Ayame Sohma! Enjoy, Ayame fans!

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At the dress shop, Ayame and Mine had just finished fitting a dress onto a girl, who was trying to get a cute outfit for a date two days from present. She had chosen a light blue material, and was now having trouble deciding whether or not to get lace put on her dress.

"Ahaha! I think that you would look simply darling with lace on your dress! Why not spice it up a little?" Ayame bellowed proudly.

"Well," said the young girl, "I really wouldn't want to overdo it… He may feel a little… awkward." She fidgeted with the skirt a little. She really loved her dress, and she felt great, but she didn't want her date to find her unapproachable.

"Nonsense, young one! We'll just put on enough lace to dazzle! He won't be… whatever you just said." When the young girl nodded, the phone rang and Ayame left Mine to finish the fitting.

With a proud grin on his face, Ayame lifted the phone off of the receiver (that is what it's called, right?) and put it to his ear. "Hello, there? This is Ayame Sohma's dress shop, value from the heart! Would you like to make an appointment?"

It took the caller a moment to respond because she was so frazzled, but a few moments later, she answered, "No, sir, actually, I was calling to make you an offer, and I would love it if you would accept! You see, our company makes the most perfect mirrors, but almost no one buys them because they are so high priced. So, we'll be willing to give you a discount on one if you would do us the favor of spreading the word of our mirrors!"

"A Mirror…" Ayame scratched his chin. "I do love looking at myself, but I already have so many…"

"As I'm sure you do, sir," she silently looked to the floor in disgust at his vanity, but remained optimistic, knowing that if he already had so many, he could probably find room for at least one more. "But, you see, the mirrors that we sell are special! Each one has a song assigned to it, and when you look into it everyday, it will start to play that song! You fill out a form, and we decide which song fits your personality the best! What do you think?"

Ayame took longer to ponder the offer the second time. "A song that fits me… Why, there are so many songs about those beautiful people, how will you choose the one song that is good enough for me? Ahahahahahaha!"

"Eh… Well, we only pick out the songs that are considered to be some of the best, so I'm sure that we could find something that is fitting for your… um… air of… well, we can find something good enough, I'm sure!" Her eyebrows were now twitching at his vanity. At least now I know why they insisted on selling the mirrors to THIS guy… "Now, we also have round, oval, square and-"

"No need, ma'am! I will most certainly buy a mirror! For, who wouldn't want to walk in the shadow that is cast by accomplishments! After I buy one, business will be reeling in! I will expect this treasure no later than tomorrow afternoon!"

After saying his piece, Ayame hung the phone back up and went back into the fitting room to see what Mine had done.

The woman who had called was still pondering over what had just happened. "I would like to have it delivered, but… what about the shape and…" At least I know the personality type by now…

The next day…

A knock at the door told Ayame that his mirror had finally arrived. He hopped out of his red chair and bounded over to the white, wooden door.

"Hello, ma'am! I am ready for my beautiful mirror!" he guffawed with one hand to his face.

The woman had her hair up in a tiny ponytail, and was wearing a brown suit with a knee-length skirt. She held up a form for Ayame to sign, and said, "You didn't tell us which shape you wanted over the phone. We had to look in the phone book to find your address…"

"Ah, yes! I do apologize for my little mishap!" He signed the form, and swiftly handed it back to the woman. "So, did you bring an oval mirror with you by any chance? I would like it to be a large one so I can see my entire self!"

I'll bet all the money I have that that's the only kind that he has…She put on a large smile. "Why, yes sir! We even have the songs in them already. All you have to do is choose a mirror!"

Ayame waltzed behind the truck to inspect their mirrors. He was in awe of some of the shapes, but stood by his decision to go with an oval shaped mirror.

"I hope you enjoy your mirror. They have a thirty-day warranty, just so you know!" she smiled and hopped back into the delivery truck. When the door to the passenger seat was closed, she said to her driver, "Step on it, before he hears the song."

The song…

'You're so vain, you think this mirror is for you, don't you, you're so vain…'

Mine sighed as Ayame started laughing. "Are you sure that you don't want a refund…?"

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Man, that was sooo dumb! Ah, well! I liked writing it! Ayame annoys me to death, yet he's one of my fav. characters, the way he's so… overly dramatic. Hey, snakes and roosters are compatible! Hehe… Well, stay tuned for the next chapter, and to all of my American friends, happy Fourth of July!