As it turns out, the Egg Incident was only the beginning of Haru's troubles with the swim club. The next day, he'd opened his locker in the gym only to find out that his favorite swimsuit had been cut to ribbons. As if that weren't bad enough, those scoundrels had ordered mackeral from his family store only to stomp on it right inf ront of him when he delivered it! Plus there were people chasing him and trying to beat him up all the time.

The last straw for Haruka Nanase, though, was the day he'd gone to take a dip in the pool in the swim club's down time, only to find it filled with trash! The absolute nerve of these bourgeoise louts! For an hour and a half, he swam around in the disgusting garbage filled pool trying to clean it all by himself.

This couldn't go on. He had to put a stop to the swim club, and more importantly Makoto Tachibana. Even if he had no friends, or anyone else on his side, as long as he had the pool Haru knew he'd be okay. But Makoto was doing everything in his power to take the pool away from him. So after he received a note from Goro that apologized for his cowardly actions the previous day, the two of them got together to form a plan.

"Let's give those swim club jerks a taste of their own medicine," Goro said, voice at the absolute perfect volume and tone. "What do you think we should do?"

"I don't really feel like doing anything," Haru said, sipping on his mackeral milkshake. "They'll get bored eventually if I don't react."

"Weren't you mad about the pool or something?" Goro asked, confusion reflected in his deep, crimson orbs.

"Oh yeah. Let's get 'em," Haru said, renewed determination shining brightly in his expression.

"Lucky for you, I have a plan," Goro said, flipping his hair back magnificently. "Just do whatever I say, and soon those swimming d-bags will be running home crying to their mommies!"

"Whatever," said Haru.

And so the war between Haru and the swim club began.

So he comes during their swim meeting and he goes up to Makoto. "I declare war on you Makoto tachibana," he says before slapping an Iwatobi-chan on his face. Then he does the same to the others. Behind him, Goro turned up his perfectly straight nose. "Be prepared for my assault."

"Ah, what's this," he says, and by he I mean Makoto. He peels the Iwatobi chan strap off his forehead.

"That's our Iwatobi-chan!" Nagisa said, pointing at Makoto's bird but not removing his own.

"God damn it, Nagisa, I know that!" Makoto sweared. Rei shook his head. Nitori agreed. From somewhere in the distance, the sound of a battle anthem being played on a cello could be heard.

"My good fellows, shall we not fight amongst each other?" Rin yells. "Mr. Nanase has already vacated the premises."

"Feh," Makoto breathed out. "What can trash like him do to us anyway?" He dived into the pool. And swam into the distanc,e.

After the meet ended, the swim club decided to go change. So they showered and went into the locker room, talking about things like how fast they swim and how much money they have, but then when they opened their lockers, they realized the awful truth.

"My word," Rin whispers. Sousuke slammed his cello against the locker in rage, and it splintered into many pieces.

"Damn it, now I have to buy a new one!" He bellowed in rage.

"Crikey, Sousuke, that's the fifth one this week!" Rin cried. Rei shook his head.

"Don't we have something more important to worry about?"

"You're right," Makoto said. "Where are our clothes!? They were expensive!"

But their clothes and swimsuits were nowhere to be found. They inferred that Haruka and Rei took them. They got the towels, too.

"Wh-what're we gonna do? I'm not ready for anyone to see me naked," Makoto sobbed.

"Too bad," Sousuke said. Nitori agreed.

Fangirls cheered and fainted as the swim club make their naked getaway out of the school.

Somewhere else, Goro was laughing while Haru sat there. A pile of clothes were sitting next to them. Phase 1 was complete.

The swim club was arriving at school, their usual crowd of fangirls chasing them and cheering. But then suddenly eggs rained down from above. They were all coated in eggs, and soon after, flour. And melted chocolate and sprinkles. They stood there in shock and dismay.

Makoto was steamed. He was a steamed donut. Enraged, he looked up to the staircase above him and saw Haruka Nanase looking down at him, wearing an expression that could almost be called bewilderment. Makoto, however, knew that this was no accident.

"Ah, sorry," Haru said, voice cool and not apologetic at all. "I didn't know you were down there."

The captain's eyebrow twitched. Adding insult to chocolate-y injury, he could just make out the sound of Goro's angelic laughter from behind Haru.

Phase 2: Complete.

Momo and Mikoshiba were getting coffee for the swim club. They ordered the drinks at the cafe, when suddenly Gou walked up and started flirting with them.

"Uwaa~ You have such amazing muscles," Gou said, plastic smile in place as Momo blushed and Mikoshiba flexed.

Meanwhile, while the brothers were turned away from the counter, Haru and Goro crawled behind the bar. Their good friend Kisumi the barista pointed at their drinks and grinned. He was very handsome, but no match for Goro.

Haru and Goro put stuff in the drinks and they all snickered. Then they left and Kisumi put the lids back on. "Here you go," he said. "My regards to the swim club."

After that day, Kisumi was never seen again...

Momo and Mikoshiba grabbed the cups, saying "thanks" and walking away.

"Here master" Mom said, giving the coffee. Mikoshiba did too. They all drank the coffee and 30 minutes later they were all running to the bathroom.

Elsewhere...

"Okay, that's all you needed, right? Where's my payment?" Gou demanded, arms crossed as she addressed Haruka. Haru nodded, stepping forward and retrieving a slip of paper from his pocket. He placed it in her hand and smiled warmly.

"Thanks for your help. You can have as many of these as you want," he said, bowing and leaving with Goro. Gou simply stood there in silence.

Grasped between her fingers was a 50% off coupon for Nanase's Mackerel World.

Phase 3: Complete.

By the end of the week, the swim club was constantly on edge. After numerous assaults from Haruka and Goro, along with not knowing when or where they would strike next, their nerves were shot.

They were sitting around at the pool one day, when suddenly Makoto sat up straighter. "I got it!" He exclaimed, eyes shining with mirth.

"What have you come to understand, my friend?" Rin asked.

"That guy, I think I finally know why he's been so focused on me..." he murmured, placing a hand to his chin in thought. "It was so obvious, I can't believe I didn't come up with it sooner."

"Could it be because... he doesn't like you?" Nagisa bleated.

"No, that's not it," Makoto waved a dismissive hand. "He's jealous of me. He admires everything about me, from my looks to my wealth, but can't find a way to express it properly."

Rin witheld a smirk. "Oh, is that the reason?"

"I think I'll let him join the swim club after all," he said, stretching his back. "If he wants to experience a rich man's life that badly, I see no reason we should deny him that."

Nitori agreed.

Haru was leaving the school when he saw Makoto leaning in what was probably meant to be a casual way against the school gate. Haru tried to avoid eye contact, but it was too late. The captain strode over to him, lip quirked up in a confident smile.

"What do you want? I have deliveries to make today," Haru said, not bothering to stop and walking right by Makoto.

"Cancel them. I've decided to let you join the swim team."

Haru's feet stopped instantaneously. His first thought was that this was a trick, just another prank by the swim club. But if it's not... If it wasn't a prank, it meant that he could swim in that pool whenever his heart so desired. Jaw tightening, he turned around to face the other boy. "What are you talking about?"

Makoto looked pleased by his response, for whatever reason. "That's what you wanted, right? How do you feel? Happy?"

"I guess," he replied simply, reversing course and striding back into the school. Makoto seemed bewildered.

"Where are you going now?" He said, frustration evident in his voice as he followed after Haru.

"I'm going to swim." He said, shedding his clothes as he went.

"Not in that swimsuit. If you're going to be a member of my swim club, you have to wear the proper attire." Makato said stopping Haru from entering the room.

"What's wrong with my swimsuit?" Haru frowned.

"What isn't wrong with it? If it's not over $200, how do you expect me to believe the quality is up to snuff?"

"That's not your problem. What I swim in doesn't matter."

"It does to me." Makoto replied, snapping his fingers. Several men in uniforms filled in and grabbed Haru. They took him to a limousine and shoved him inside. After a few minutes, the limousine stopped in front of a giant mansion.

Haru was ushered out of the limo and into Makoto's home, bemused and a bit dazed as he was led through the opulent halls and graceful rooms. When they finally came to a stop, it was in what was clearly meant to be a changing room. Nothing else. Just a room to change in. Inside, sitting on a marble table, were several pairs of swimsuits of various length and type.

"Go on," he heard Makoto's voice behind him. "I prepared them all for you."

Haru cast a short, suspicious glance back at Makoto. He was sure it had to be some kind of trick, but no matter how hard he thought he couldn't come up with a single thing that the other could gain from this. Hesitantly, he strode to the center of the room where the magnificent garments awaited him. Running his fingers over the fabric, he could feel these were truly of the highest quality. Turning back to Makoto again, Haru felt confusion bubbling up. Why would someone offer him something so nice? And why, of all people, was it Makoto?

"You like them, right?" The taller boy grinned. "Go ahead and pick whichever one you want," he said before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Haru turned back to the swimsuits.

Oh, he had all the intentions of claiming the one with the best fit for himself, but first he had to test them out. First, he grabbed a pair of jammers similar to the ones he normally wore. He peeled his swimsuit off and put the nicer one on. And frowned. It didn't fit as well as the ones he already had...

Oh, well. There were still plenty to choose from.

But he found all the swimsuits didn't fit the way he liked. With a slightly disappointed sigh, he put his reliable old pair of jammers back on and left the room. Makoto was standing right outside the door, and when he saw Haru wearing his cheap swimsuit, he frowned.

"Which one did you pick?" He asked, eyebrows knit together.

"None of them. I didn't like them," Haru said point blank. It looked like it took Makoto a lot of effort to keep his cool.

"Didn't like-Hey, commoner," he said, expression darkening. "Do you have any idea how much even one of those is worth?"

"No, but I'm not interested," was Haru's cool reply. "The number on the price tag is just a number if it doesn't fit right."

"This brand is worn by top athletes all over the world-!"

"Then you wear it."

The hall went quiet, both of them staring the other down and neither willing to back away.

"I'm not sure what it's like for your kind, but in polite society when someone offers you a gift, you smile and thank them," Makoto said finally, eyes narrowed. Haru blinked.

"Sorry. Thanks for nothing," he bowed deeply. "I'll be leaving now. I'm late for work." Turning, he left Makoto wear he was and got lost for like five hours before finally making it home.

Makoto's teeth clenched, tears rolling down his cheeks as he sniffled. He groaned in frustration as he tried to wipe them away. Had he been wrong? He thought he'd been doing a nice thing, but Nanase had completely shunned his gift...

If that wasn't what he wanted, then what was?

Finally at home, Haru shrieked into his pillow. "Tachibaka, you IDIOT! Someone like you who thinks money is the only thing that matters is the absolute worst!"

From the window, he heard the familiar sound of a cello. "Stop yelling, Sousuke said as he peeked into the window. "You're keeping Rin awake. Don't you know he lives right next door to you?" He left.

Haru blinked at where he'd been in the window.

That's strange, he thought. Why is it that everytime an alarm goes off in my heart, he suddenly appears...?

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