Disclaimer: Takaya Natsuki is the rightful owner. I'm merely borrowing her creations for my own diabolical ideals. No, really.

A/N: Whoa, I took a really long time to update, eh? I was more focused on my Loveless stories . . . So, yeah. Ehehehe, in fact I still am so don't expect another update for this anytime soon . . .XD

Life's Many Indulgences
Chapter 15: A Lie Becomes Fact

"You're looking awfully happy." Naohito went closer towards Yuki. "Did something good happen to you?"

"I wouldn't put it that way," Yuki replied, smile still held in place.

"Better be careful before Kimi blows this out of proportion, because you know how she is."

"Tada! Detective Kimi and sidekick Kakeru have arrived!" Kimi burst through the classroom door, Kakeru tittering behind her. "Hello, my fellow student council members! How are all of you today? Anyone feeling stressed?"

"Why?" Naohito asked.

"Ahah! We've found the culprit!" Kimi honed in on the bewildered teenager. "Come, sidekick Kakeru, we must inspect him thoroughly! Don't leave any part of him untouched! You take the lower region and I'll do the top!"

"Hey, wait a second! How am I the culprit? And the culprit of what?"

Naohito was about ready to run for his life, but since Kimi was barring the doorway, he had nowhere to go. His best and only effort was to go behind the student council president. Did he think using Yuki as a shield was going to save him? Well, he better think again . . .

"Kimi, let's stop," Kakeru suggested. He tugged at one of his girlfriend's shirt-sleeve. "Seeing as you're scaring Nao out of his wits. He might pee in his pants."

A angry outcry. "I will not!"

"We'll stop no, Nao, so you'll have nothing to worry about. Kimi was just playing around," Kakeru explained. "I'm gonna take this cloak off, Kimi. It's really hot and I don't want to wear it anymore."

"Okay! I'll take mine off, too!" Kimi didn't bother to fold her cloak, and instead threw it towards Yuki. He caught it with ease and stared down at it quizzically. "Hey, student council president, throw that out of this classroom, because there are a bunch of girls behind me. Since you've touched that cloak, they all want it now. I've heard girls say that your touch can help alleviate stress instantly."

"How strange, Kimi, and you were saying I was the culprit?" Naohito stated.

"Nope, you're not the culprit, but more like the accomplice of the real culprit!"

"Kimi, move aside." Yuki held the cloak up, and was about ready to throw it when he caught sight of Kyo walking by behind the mob of females. Thus, without really thinking about it (due to secretive glee), Yuki threw the cloak towards the red-head.

The cloak flew above the heads of the fanatic girls of Yuki, and onto the top of Kyo's head.

"Huh?" Kyo reached for the cloak. The sound of foots stepping upon the ground in rapid motion filled his ears. "What's that sound?"

Kyo turns around . . . His eyes grow wide . . . Very wide. In one split second, he was on the ground; in another second, the cloak was gone and the stampeding sound ceased. A very ruffled Kyo remained on the ground until someone came to him.

"Uh, Kyo . . ." Yuki looked around himself, noticing people were staring at him. ". . . are you all right?"

"What the hell was that all about!" The angry red-head rose to his feet as quickly as he could. A slight rogue color was shaded upon his cheeks. "Who threw that stupid thing at me, anyway!"

Yuki sweat dropped. "That would be me."

"You?" The angry look on Kyo's face softened somewhat.

"Ehehehe, I suppose I should apologize."

"Wow, what a big scoop! Kakeru, get the camera rolling! We can't let this moment pass and go to waste!"

"Uh, what camera, Kimi?" Kakeru asked. "I didn't bring mine. Did you bring yours?"

"Use this one!" She thrust out a camera in front of his face.

"Where'd you get this?"

"That's mine, Kakeru. But you can use it . . . I guess." Naohito had a small piece of paper stuck on his forehead, with the letters IOU. "Just bring it back in one piece when you're done with it."

§LATER THAT DAY§

"What is that huge lunch box for, Tooru?" Arisa asked, curious about the contents inside. "Are you trying to feed an entire army?"

"I would if I were able to," Tooru replied. "But I made extra for Kyo, Kishida, and Shimazaki."

"Oh? They're eating with us again? And this is a first for your brother."

"All of our electric waves will swirl many different ways - it will be exciting." A strange smile came to Saki's lips. "In any case, my stomach is rumbling, so that can only mean the bell will be ringing soon."

Right as she finished her sentence, the school bell actually did ring . . .

"Wow, that was quick." Arisa rummaged through her backpack for her own boxed lunch. "Come on, let's go."

Momiji and Hatsuharu were already outside by the time the three girls exited the school building. Both were sitting under a large cedar tree talking to one another. While Hatsuharu had a small box of food, Momiji, on the other hand, had a gigantic one. Talk about a coincidence!

"Hey, hey, do you think Mizunashi and the others will appreciate this gesture? I've made plenty of cute looking food, in case everyone wants to eat a lot."

"Judging from the size of that box, how long did it take for you to make all of that food?" Hatsuharu asked. He took notice that the box was a good foot-and-a-half tall and one-foot wide. "And more importantly, what kind of food is in there? Are you trying to like prepare a final feast or something?"

Momiji's expression turned into a pout and he then crossed his arms. Hatsuharu was puzzled by his friend's sudden change in demeanor and thought it a good idea to ask him about it.

But before he could say anything, Momiji said, "Haru, you just wanna make me cry, don't you?"

"What?"

"See? You do wanna make me cry!"

"What are you talking about? What am I saying wrong?"

"Auuugggghhhhh!"

The smaller teen of the two threw his arms around the bigger teen. Hatsuharu was at a loss for words - he distinctly did not remember saying anything that would offend his (ahem, girly) friend. Momiji wouldn't literally cry, would he? Warm tears made contact with Hatsuharu's skin, and he almost wanted to recoil away. Momiji "was" really crying . . .

"Hey, I'm sorry, okay?" Hatsuharu whispered. "Stop crying."

"I can't because I'm crying for you. I'm going to miss you!"

"What's this talk--" It sunk in. "--are you going to move?" Momiji shook his head. "Transfer to another school?" The blonde-hared boy shook his head again. "Then . . . what? Why are you crying then?"

"I have to leave!"

"I thought you shook your head when I asked if you were transferring or moving away, Momiji," Hatsuharu explained.

Could his friend be any more complicated to understand? On second thought, it would be strange to consider Momiji complicated, for he is always air-headed and bubbly. What can possibly be complex about him, eh?

"I am going to go somewhere for a few days, and within that time, Haru, I won't be able to see you! I am going to miss you!"

"Oh. That's it?"

"Oh? Aren't you sad?" Momiji asked.

Hatsuharu wanted to openly laugh this off, but he knew it would hurt if friend's feelings if he did so. "You moron - we can email each other back and forth or maybe talk on the phone. A couple of days is nothing so don't sweat it. I was thinking you were crying over something a little more serious. You had me worried for a second." Hatsuharu smiled and then placed a hand atop his friend's head, rubbing him there gently. Momiji hiccupped, nuzzling his head deeper onto Hatsuharu's chest, dampening his shirt further.

"Looks like things are heating up." Arisa stifled a snort. "Don't you two look cute together!"

"Your electric waves are rather erratic and off balance. Are the both of you all right?" Saki asked. "Shall I soothe your currents for you? Who'd like to be first? We can start whenever you both are ready."

Tooru let out a soft, "meep."

Naturally one would be inclined to see two boys push away from one another, and make up excuses for what was seen, but that wasn't the case for these two.

"This brat is crying, can't you see?" Hatsuharu stated. "It's not what you think."

"Hey, Momiji, what's the matter?" Tooru knelt down so she could be eye level with the sobbing boy.

"I'm going to miss all of you, too!" he suddenly wailed, nearly scaring poor Tooru out of her shoes. "What should I do, Haru! What should I do, huh?"

"First off, calm down, Secondly, stop crying. And thirdly, eat your lunch before the break is over."

"Tha-that's right! I forgot about lunch!"

The blonde-haired teen pulled away from his friend and furiously wiped at his eyes. Just as he was doing this, Kyo happened to show up. And he was instantaneously puzzled by what he was seeing.

"Why the hell are you crying?" he asked, not bothering to consider Momiji's feelings about being asked in such a way. Especially since he and the smaller boy weren't exactly close.

Tooru turned to regard her brother, a bright smile ever present on her face whenever she looks at him. "I'm glad you came. For a second I thought you were not going to show up."

Kyo frowned, saying, "I told you last night that I would come, so here I am. I don't lie just because I feel like it." This was his way of showing disinterest in front of his sister's friends, but in actuality, he was looking forward to this lunch with Tooru.

XOXOXOXOXOX

"Hey, I see Prince Yuki!" Mai pointed to the direction of her left. The other three turned to that side to see, since they were conversing amongst themselves, obviously leaving Mai out of their schemes this time around. "I think he's looking at Mizunashi and the--"

"Shimazaki and Kishida!" Mio squealed, unable to contain her excitement. "They must be like 'that' together! Look at the way they are embracing!"

"And not to mention Kishida is also crying!" Minami added. "They really, really, really must swing that way! Isn't this exciting news, Motoko?"

"More importantly, you dimwits, why is Prince Yuki looking at them?" The other three girls fell silent, noticing their YFC president has made a point. "He has such longing in that look of his! Ooohhhhhh!" She sways to and fro, and would have fallen to the ground if it were not for Minami catching her (whom had jumped right behind her). "Can it be he wants to stay around that rowdy bunch?"

"The electric girl and the Yankee are there, too," Mai said.

"Well, what should . . . we, augh . . . do about this?" Minami gasped, looking as if she was having trouble keeping Motoko upright. "And mind . . . getting off me now?" No response. "Mo . . . Motoko?"

"She's out cold, Minami."

"In that case," the annoyed brunette shoved Motoko off of her, "she is better off on the ground." Both Mai and Mio were shocked at what they just saw - neither one would have had the guts to do such a thing to their president. "What? Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

"Aren't you . . ."

Minami dared Mai to go on. "Aren't I what?"

"Um . . ." Mai found she couldn't continue on with her sentence. Minami was somewhat like Motoko sometimes, and at this time she was more like her than ever before.

"Look, don't you guys think we should kick her out?" Minami asked. She hoped the other two would agree, but it wouldn't be so easily implanted into their brains to consider doing so. "This seriously hasn't crossed your minds?" The other two remained silent. "You've got to be kidding me! This is so stupid! You know what, I'm tired of following under her command! And her fainting spells are getting on my nerves! I've had it up to here," she points to her chin, "with this damn club! I'm leaving!"

The sudden outburst took the other two by surprise, so they didn't react until Minami was well away from them. Mai was the first to dash off to chase after the girl.

"Minami, wait!"

Mio followed suit soon after, too.

. . . Motoko was left on the grass by herself.

Minami ran and ran, not so sure she wanted to stop, because Mai and Mio were hot on her heels. She was utterly at a loss, for she was now abandoning the YFC simply because she could no longer deal with Motoko's personality. The lie she kept hidden inside has now become a fact, but wasn't this for the better?

"She's not slowing down at all and I'm getting tired," Mio said, huffing and puffing, though still running nonetheless.

"I'm nearly out of energy, too."

Mai was the first to stop, breathing heavily. Mio joined her a few feet away - the both of them watched Minami continue to run until she was far away in the distance, rendering it impossible to see her anymore with the naked eye.

Mio sat down and said, "gee, I never knew Minami really felt that way about the president." Her companion agreed by nodding her head. "Yet seeing things as the way they are now, do you think we should side with Motoko or Minami?"

"Why ask such a thing? We should all be together, not split apart."

"True enough, Mai . . ."

Chapter 15: END