HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAKAYA-SENSEI! In honor of your birthday, I got off my lazy ass and wrote something for once! Even though you're most likely not reading this, thank you for the amazing series that is Furuba! Which, for the record, I don't own!

"Get in," Marc ordered, letting his sunglasses slip to the end of his nose as he pulled up in front of the school. The top of his convertible was pulled down in an obvious attempt to look like one of those cool guys from old high school movies, and Mocha and Sakura napped in the back, snuggled in between shopping bags and the junk that always littered his car.

Olivier, upon realizing that her classmates were staring and whispering to each other, blushed and hissed, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Picking you up from school. Duh."

"I know that! But why'd you have to make a big thing out of it? And since when did you bring the Ferrari?"

"Because it's fun! And this old thing's been in Grand and Gram's garage for weeks now. Now get in! We have to visit your poor friend in the hospital!"

"In that case, gladly. I missed your car!" the blonde exclaimed, jumping into the passenger seat and practically melting into the leather. They sped off, leaving a trail of dust rising from the pavement and quite a few stunned students.

"So what you're saying is that Isuzu-san broke up with Haru-san, Haru-san flipped out, got dragged out by security, and Isuzu-san had to be sedated because she was being crazy?" Olivier repeated what the hospital's secretary told her.

"Yes, that's about it," the older woman nodded.

"I'm still confused," Marc informed them. To him it just sounded like a bunch of drama.

"Isuzu-san got pushed out a window. Thinking Haru-san was next, she broke up with him to protect him. Haru-san, having the horrible temper that he does, started flipping shit. Security came in and dragged him out against his will, and Isuzu-san was sedated because at that point she was probably swinging an IV at Haru-san. Does that clear things up?" the blonde elaborated. "Did I miss anything?" she asked the secretary.

"No, you got it spot-on! You must know your friends pretty well to be able to predict their actions like that!"

"Eh, something like that… anyway, thanks for the help!" she smiled as her brother turned towards the doors.

"Know your friends well my ass…" Marc rolled his eyes as he stepped out into the sun.

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself about how you're a crazy, ungodly mistake and an insult to the human race."

"I wish I knew if you were serious or not."

"I'm being serious. Honestly! You have to go show off like that in front of everyone and make it obvious that you're a freak. You could've just left it alone, but no. You have to be the special one, the center of attention every second of every goddamn day, don't you?"

"Whoa, take it easy!"

"No. You know what? Take you crap-ass bag and your creepy cats and get the hell out of my car."

"How am I supposed to-"

"Walk. Steal a bike. Who knows, maybe you can fly, too! I really don't care right now."

Olivier simply rolled her eyes, knowing flipping him the bird like she so desperately wanted would only lead to more trouble. Her brother was… confusing, to say the least. His emotions could give her whiplash if they wanted to. His thoughts, on the other hand, were very intriguing. Why was he trying to avoid thinking about what he did the night before so much? Why did Akito seem to link to these thoughts? Why was she asking herself questions?

She'd figure it out later, hopefully with the help of her parents. They always knew what Marc was thinking.

Damnit. Kyo, for once, didn't voice the curses that swam through his head, instead using all his energy to pack his bag in the most violent way possible. Upon arriving home from school, Shigure had informed them that they were going to the family's beach house for summer vacation.

While Kyo couldn't argue that some relaxation would probably be good for everyone except him, because he wasn't stressed at all, not one bit. And he did, in fact, appreciate the scenic landscaping that surrounded the house, they were in the middle of a revolution, damnit. That's not the kind of thing you can put on hold. And Shigure knew it, too!

Wait a second.

Shigure knew about the revolution. That was common knowledge. It was also common knowledge that he sided with Akito when it came to this matter.

He planned this, didn't he?

And if he'd planned it, surely that wouldn't be the end of it. He was an author; their plots always winded too far to see the whole thing from the first chapter. Even Shigure's pervy little novellas had a few twists and turns in them. Which meant that cutting off communications with the group's unofficial leader was just step one…

Damnit all.

I felt like writing smart!Kyo and pissy!Marc, so I did that instead of what I'd originally planned. Either way this is going in the same direction, so I'm happy. Also, I'd written this out longer and better, but my computer shut down before I had a chance to save it. I can never write the exact same thing twice, no matter how awesome it is, so deal with this crappy version with no description or humor and a whole scene and a half cut out.

Turns out I'm about an hour late, so this chapter is officially a late birthday dedication to Takaya-sensei.

BlackWolfe: J'aime parler en français avec toi aussi! They taught us how to write in French at my school too, but they cared more about getting us comfortable with speaking it. *inner tutor wants to correct your French, but inner awesomeness is beating up inner tutor*

Lots of love and hopefully no typos, CrazySauce202 :)