I stared at the two teens seated in front of me in the golf cart, belatedly wondering why it had to be me of all people in the world.

My father had been called out to play golf today with his friends and I was forced to come along. Imagine my surprise seeing Niou-senpai there. I would expect Yagyu-senpai to be enjoying some golf in his off time, but for the trickster to be here as well?

I sighed to myself again, ignoring Yagyu's politely curious look and Niou's triumphant smirk.

I looked around, "Yagyu-senpai, aren't you going to stop at a hole now?" I asked, slightly irritated that the purple haired teen was driving us around in circles.

Yagyu looked at me with a raised eyebrow, "I believe that you should complain to Niou-kun as he is the one driving." he said in his defense.

I raised an eyebrow and reached towards "Niou"s hair, ruthlessly pulling as soon as I had grasped it. I sat back with a smirk as two Yagyu's looked back at me, a silver wig in my hand.

While it was admirable how well Yagyu and Niou had their act down, it was nothing for someone like me. Someone who would have to recognize disguises or die of deception.

I rolled my eyes and tossed the wig in between them, "Honestly senpai, do drive us to an actual hole. I want to see you two play a game."

The Yagyu in the passenger seat took off his wig and glasses to show the Niou I was used to, "You heard that, Yeah-gyu?"

Yagyu chuckled as he put his glasses on, "Alright."

I watched Yagyu and Niou play a few holes until my dad sent me a message that he was almost done. My kind senpai decided to drive me back and go home themselves.

Yagyu looked back at me, "I am curious, Mamoru-kun, how did you figure it out?"

I noticed that while Yagyu gave me his full attention, Niou would steal glances at me as he drove back to the main building. I shrugged, "A gut feeling."

Yagyu nodded and turned back. Niou's eyes, however, screamed bullshit, but he chose to say nothing.

I shifted in my seat and played with their disguises next to me.

I shifted slightly and opened my closed eyes just enough to glance towards my left and see my stern vice captain sitting in seiza across from me. I shifted my gaze towards my right and saw the data master sitting in seiza next to the vice captain. I quickly closed my eyes again and tried to stop my left eye from twitching.

I lifted the teapot and poured it carefully into an awaiting cup in one swift motion, doing the same to the one next to it. I lifted the cups up and placed it in front of the older teens across from me. I stood up, bowed deeply, and stepped away quietly.

"Kirigaya-kun," his soft and mysterious voice called out to me before I could leave.

I stilled at the door, now kneeling by it, "Yes, Yanagi-senpai?" I asked with my head down out of respect, gritting my teeth as I tried not to show my utter confusion and irritation.

There was some movement from inside the room before Yanagi spoke again, "Join us."

I closed the door behind me with my eye continuing to twitch. You know this is feeling strikingly similar to what happened before.

I kneeled across from the professor and the emperor and sipped the tea I had made for them. I was wearing a different kimono, a more darker color than my normal blue one. Sanada was also now wearing a dark gray kimono while Yanagi wore a light gray kimono.

The sound of nature surrounded us. The venue was exactly the same and my tools were the same. Sure my ceremony had differed this time around, but Sanada decided it was a good idea to invite Yanagi-senpai as well.

I gripped the tea cup tighter.

"Is something wrong, Kirigaya-kun?" Yanagi asked curiously, noticing my white knuckles.

I shook my head as I turned to him, a small smile on my face, "Not at all, Yanagi-senpai."

Yanagi nodded thoughtfully, "If you don't mind me asking some questions about your techniques?"

I felt my eye twitch again involuntarily before I nodded, "Of course."

In the same room where I had served Sanada before, Yanagi and I exchanged information about tea ceremonies while Sanada enjoyed his tea silently.

"I didn't know that you were artistic, Mamoru-kun," a gentle voice brought me out of stupor.

I had felt my sense go from zero to 100 too quickly for liking and I clutched the nearest table, "Buchou-" I choked out in surprise. I could tell that my knuckles were turning white from my grip on the table as I calmed myself, "Buchou," I repeated as I turned towards the older teen who entered the art room to look at my canvas, "You really shouldn't sneak up on people," I stated, my heartbeat slowing down.

Yukimura looked over me with unreadable eyes before shifting his gaze toward the canvas, "I'm impressed, you have quite the talent." he complimented as he seemingly ignored my comment.

I sighed and put down the poor strained paintbrush in my hand, "My friend was an artist and taught me a couple things," I explained to the blue haired teen. That wasn't technically a lie.

He nodded in understanding as he looked over the painting, "And this is supposed to be?"

"Avia," I answered immediately, "A city where I used to live in." I looked at the painting longingly, "Doesn't give it any justice though."

Yukimura hummed and looked around the art room, "It's been awhile since I've been in here. I took water painting last year here." he seemed to be searching for something, "Ah, here."

I followed the blue haired teen as he approached a canvas mounted onto the wall, his signature made at the bottom corner of the painting.

I looked down to the title that my captain had chosen for it. I stared at it for a second and then towards the painting thoughtfully, "Fate…?"

Yukimura nodded, "The teacher liked it so much he decided he wanted to keep it."

I stared at it for a second and suddenly felt incredibly old. I chuckled to myself, eliciting a confused look from the blue haired teen. I shook my head and looked towards the painting again.

I guess that's what fate looks like to young people nowadays.

Even at only eleven years old in this world, if I were to add the age from my old world to this one, I was already in my mid 30's.

I cracked my neck and felt a sad smile come to my face as I looked at Yukimura's "Fate".

Everyone else! With a little extra Sanada, I couldn't resist. The poor boy is such a nerd.