Big Sister Fujioka

Honey's Three Bitter Days!

"Haven't you finished, yet?"

"Almost there, Glasses. Don't get your boxers in a twist. Aaaaaand... Done! You can have your precious diary back, now."

Kyoya rolled his eyes, snatching the notebook she was waving under his nose, "If it were my diary, which is a ridiculous notion, you would not even be aware that it existed."

"Oooh... does that mean that you do have a secret diary we don't know about?"

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out," he teased before skimming over the new entries, "Are these all the calculations from this morning's shipment?"

"Double and triple checked, both in the calculator and by hand, as you like it. No errors, but I have a few suggestions."

"Suggestions?" Kyoya ran a single finger down the page, following along to her math, "Like?"

"Like maybe limiting Honey's cake intake? I mean, if we took the time to really talk about it with him and how much it costs us for him to eat so much every day, he'd probably be open to changing his habits."

"My previous question remains valid."

"Okay... so this is only off the top of my head, but what if we only let Honey-senpai have two slices of cake per customer? Or maybe only one? That way he wouldn't be eating half of our stock every day."

"Hm..."

Thud!

Ting!

Splish!

"You... what have you done?"

The responding silence sent a chill around the room like a Supernatural ghost. Jin could've sworn she saw her next breath mist out in front of her. Turning around, she saw the twins and Tamaki standing around a table, staring at it with unmasked horror. Casting a glance at her crush, Jin went over to check it out, hearing Kyoya following right behind her.

"Hey, it wasn't our fault!"

"W-How is this possibly not your fault?!"

The brunette came to a stop beside her sister, "What's happened?"

"Hikaru and Kaoru were reenacting something that happened in class today for Tamaki, and they accidentally pushed him backwards into the table and spilled a cup of tea all over Usa-chan."

"So... totally their fault?"

"Completely."

"And... they're going to try to convince Tamaki it was his fault?"

"Without. A. Doubt."

The three boys around the table were now engaged in a full-blown argument, per usual for Tamaki and the twins, and Jin felt a heavy hand fall onto her shoulder. She looked up at Mori-senpai's face, which was sporting a small frown.

"Something wrong?"

"They'll wake him up."

The two looked over Haruhi's head at the only occupied couch in the room. Honey-senpai turned over in his sleep, a small mumble barely heard over the shouts of 'is too!' and 'is not!'. Jin immediately understood Mori's concern and gave him a quick nod before walking between the arguing boys.

She gently picked the sopping wet bunny up off the table, giving it a good look, "Look, it doesn't matter how it happened, it's done now. We just need to send this little guy to a Dry Cleaner's and everything will be fine. I've done that with more than a few stuffed animals before."