A/N: Hi! It's been a week, hasn't it? This fic has been a pain. For all that it's crack, this chapter has been tough to write, and this length is the best I can drag out of it - it was all I could get out of the general 'plot' I have for this fic. Hopefully, the chapter next week will make up for it! My gut feeling says it promises to be longer. I certainly hope so! Anyhow, review please! -iirse

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True Colors of the Rainbow

From the Perspective of Hiyoshi Wakashi: A Week in Hyotei Gakuen

for: shattered. illusions. (very belated) Merry Christmas (09), chibi.

Day Six: A Trouble[d]some Ohtori Saturday

Dear Diary,

I cannot believe that I've been so blind to the facts that have been under my nose for so long. Or rather, beside me, since I've just returned from gaming at Choutarou's, as per our Saturday tradition. And oh, what a discovery this is.

It is almost as like fate is conspiring against my gekyukujo plans and putting obstacles in my way now that I'm finally made significant headway. First Shishido-senpai yesterday and now Choutarou. Honestly, Diary-san, I'm at a loss what to do.

Choutarou is troubled, and troublesome.

I went over to his house, as is routine, for our typical gaming hangout on weekends. Choutarou is actually pretty decent a gamer, for all that he prefers music over games, after tennis. We usually spend it in silence, except for demands for the chips and curses till we take a break – and then we discuss whatever has happened over the week.

Today, however, went down slightly differently.

Choutarou was snippy the whole afternoon when we were playing. His request for chips was a gritted out "Chips." Also, when I won points, he would curse far more easily than normal. There was also a look that on any other person but Choutarou would be called a smirk whenever he won. Additionally, he was strangely silent during the time for our weekly information exchange.

That is, until his phone rang.

He took one look at the caller ID and glared. "Moshi moshi?" His voice was cold enough to rival Atobe-buchou's. For a moment I considered asking him to teach me how, so that I could not been seen as inferior to buchou in that aspect before I realized that it would mean that one person would be privy to my deficiency.

"Hai, I understand, Shishido-san." He was concluding when I came out of my reverie. "It is fine, I'm more than capable of handling my own dinner – of course Mukahi-senpai comes first."

Eeriely enough, he sounded sarcastic, and his voice held none of that bright cheerful understanding he always projected when it came to Shishido-senpai. I wondered if it was just me, but I suspected it wasn't when he actually snapped his phone shut. Choutarou never did something so harsh unless upset.

I didn't need to prompt him, though. He went straight into information giving mode.

"This is the second time he's done this!" Choutarou ranted. "He went off with Mukahi-senpai and Jiroh-senpai after school yesterday though we had agreed to meet up because our game does need work, regardless of what buchou says about no practice! And he promised to make up for it with dinner tonight and then he cancels because Mukahi-senpai is getting cold feet! Geez, you would think they are getting married or something!"

It became painfully obvious in that moment that Shishido-senpai was Choutarou's Achilles' heel the way Mukahi-senpai was Oshitari-senpai's and Jiroh-senpai was Atobe-buchou's. But the problem is that the latter pairs are protected by Shishido-senpai, yet my gekyukujo-ing of him would no doubt cause Choutarou pain, in much the way he was snippy in the course of today.

Diary-san, I honestly don't know what to do. My plans have come so far already – I can't possibly go back now! But the question remains: can I do this to Choutarou?

I think I'm going to sleep on it. Buchou just sent a message blast to the team for a meeting at his estate tomorrow, so I'd best get a move on. Especially sleep will be long in the coming, I must as well get a headstart.