Whoever can find the -very obscure- Hetalia reference (not a direct quote, or anything like 'HOLY CRAP, A FLYING MINT BUNNY!' or 'haha, you look like a tomato box fairy!', but a reference nonetheless) gets a shoutout, a virtual hug and/or cookie, and a Sohma plushie of their choice. :D

Also, what other animes/mangas do you guys like? I'm thinking of writing another fic, and I wanna try different fandoms. Well, that and I haven't been able to find anything good lately. Also, find any good fics? Not necessarily for this fandom, but a good fic in general.

"Hey people," Olivier greeted rather loudly later that day, walking into the Sohma residence as if it were her own home. She sounded exhausted, and looked even more so. Because that's what happens when your brother decides to play competitive ice hockey after dragging you and your friend to an amusement park. Kyo had escaped soon after Marc had acquired alcohol, the lucky bastard. Olivier had tried to escape soon after, but had been unsuccessful seeing as Marc was a clingy drunk.

"Hello Olivier!" Tohru chirped from the kitchen, stepping out momentarily to wave to the other girl.

At the smell of food, 'Livier perked up, following her nose – much like a dog would – into the kitchen. "Ohmigod I'm starvingggg," the blonde groaned, opening up the fridge and grabbing a piece of fruit, again, as if it were her own home. "So, where's ev-" she was cut off as an excited cheer came from the doorway, revealing an energetic German boy, who had just escaped Kyo's evil noogie-ing. Said boy ran into the kitchen, expecting to 'accidentally' run into Tohru, or possibly hug the girl in fright, but instead collided with the other girl in the room, and out of natural reflex, grabbed onto her to keep himself from hitting the ground.

There was a loud, colorful 'poof', and then a rabbit lying across Olivier's shoulder. Instead of freaking out, like the rabbit expected, she smiled, asked "So you're Momiji, huh?", and picked up the boy-rabbit-thing.

"Yup!" he replied happily, giving the girl a once-over look. "Are you the girl Haru told me about? The one that's like Hana?"

"Well Saki-san and I aren't very much alike, seeing as I'm a complete idiot, but I am the same Olivier that Hatsuharu-san told you about," she told him. A second later she laughed, exclaimed "Holy crap, your eyes are red! That's freaking awesome!"

There was definitely some truth to that 'complete idiot' thing…

"Well that meeting certainly went better than the last," Olivier smiled, scratching Sakura behind her ears – one black and one white, it reminded her of Haru's hair, which made her giggle – as she leaned against living room wall. She'd told her grandparents she'd be having a slumber party with Tohru to relieve pre-exam stress – and no, not in the dirty way, you pervs – and that was partially true. She'd sleep over until Shigure came home, either later that night or the next morning, and make her escape before the author could catch her. The man gave her chills – again, not in the dirty way you nasty-minded weirdoes – and reminded her too much of her brother for her to be comfortable around the man.

But at the moment she was only chillin' with the felines, both full-time and half-human, boredly tossing a ball across the room to Kyo with her free arm, who tossed it back, not as bored and more so thinking over their options. Yuki was also there, sitting at the table in between them, just as pensive and for once not fighting with the more temperamental of the two.

Their choices for new members were limited, and none were completely safe. Option One was to recruit Ritsu, who would likely spill everything without meaning to under the immense amount of pressure. Option Two was to tell Kazuma, who would most likely support Kyo, and in turn the rest of La Résistance, though it wasn't guaranteed and he could just as easily convince his former martial arts students to abandon the cause in fear of their safety being jeopardized. Option Three was to let Hiro and Kisa join. The two had already caught wind of the 'community project', as they were calling it, and had insisted on joining. That was still a touchy subject, seeing as they were just children – well, everyone else was technically a child as well, but they could handle themselves better for the most part. Option Four was to get the student council involved, something Olivier insisted Yuki do. She'd rung up Machi's groceries recently and had discovered that the quiet girl was willing to help the so-called Prince, and in turn found out that Kakeru was just as willing to help his new friend.

Then there was Option Five, one that no one could come to a firm decision on. Hatori and Kureno were all-or-nothing. If they joined their little group, they'd be set and nearly unstoppable. There was a very big chance they wouldn't, however, seeing as they were both so close to Akito, and obedient to the point Olivier found it disgusting. There was a tiny sliver of hope in that area, though, because Hatori was actually a good person underneath the robotic, dog-like obedience, and also because of Kureno's, for lack of better term, massive crush on Arisa. If they did try to recruit the two, who would do it? They couldn't send someone too childish or loud, so that ruled out Momiji, Ayame, and Olivier. They had to send someone close to them, and the only one who fit the description was Shigure, who couldn't know any more about this than he already did. Possibly Tohru, Kyo, and Yuki's teacher, Mayuko. She was close to Hatori, right? And then maybe Arisa could talk to Kureno…

While her mistress snuggled with Sakura with that weird, deep look on her face, Mocha was curled up in the tightest ball possible, trying to keep warm in the drafty room – one of the sliding paper doors was broken – after a good 'bite-the-mouse-that's-not-really-a-mouse' session. Her sensitive ears noticed a faint beeping sound, quiet even to her. It seemed to be coming from her human's overnight bag, but she dismissed it as that 'cell phone' thing that Olivier loved so much before slipping out of consciousness.

Marc held back a snort, though he couldn't stop his man-giggles from escaping. In his hand was a laptop, showing him the live feed from the camera he'd planted in his sister's bag. Becoming a cop was definitely feeling like a good decision right now. Unlike his sister, he had good hearing, and had overheard her talking to that weird kid about a meeting as he had pestered that poor man into giving alcohol. Not only that, but Olivier hadn't noticed that he hadn't actually been drunk a few hours ago.

"They think they can defy me?" that guy – what was his name, Akiko? – demanded, looking just about ready to flip shit.

"Don't worry; I'll take care of it!" Marc insisted hurriedly, wanting to avoid any conflict with the man. He mentally smacked himself; that was such an Olivier-like thing to do! He despised their similarities, though another part of him knew it was inevitable after growing up together and being so close for so long.

"Good. If you can't handle a bunch of kids by yourself, I'll have to have Hatori and Kureno take care of you and those pests."

Black Wolfe – Vraiment ? J'ai jamais parlé à un américain ^.^ Alors vous connaissez parisien français ou le français québécois? Ou peut-être un autre type, comme le Seychellois? You're probably thinking 'wow, CrazySauce is a creeper'. LOL, I'm just a language geek. So, basically the same thing :P

The awesomeness that is Furuba ( c ) Natsuki Takaya-sensei. If it belonged to me, it wouldn't be nearly as amazing (but still pretty darn cool).

Olivier, Marc, plot, Yori, Ieyoshi, Annette, Richard, Mocha, and Sakura ( c ) me.

ALSO, TELL ME EVERY CANADIAN STEREOTYPE YOU KNOW IN YOUR REVIEWS! KTHXBAI.