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Fumi Forty-Four!

Saturday afternoon came, and we all gathered around in the dorm. Matt had the two 38 liter (Approx 10gal: In Japan, use Japanese way of measurement, even though it's confusing...) tubs of Lego pieces we had put together before hand and shoved it towards Kaida's room, us snickering and giggling. We opened the door to find Sleeping Beauty snoring away unattractively, at which Akane snapped a picture of to blackmail later.

"Let's go, guys!" Matt encouraged in a half-whisper.

We pried the lids off and gently tipped them over to not make too much of a ruckus. Starting at the farthest corner of the door, we carefully spread the Lego Fire Walk thickly across all of the floor; yes, including under her bed and in her closet. And, just to make things a little fun, we placed a select few pieces into her shoes. Yuna set up the camera and started recording the video before she got blocked in. Matt made sure that there was nothing around Kaida that she could use to shovel away the Lego bricks to create a path to safety. We spread the last bit, the skinniest (read: me) squeezed through the door so the bricks would almost be right up against the door, the removable wall was replaced, and we stifled our giggles all the way out to the limo.

Along the way, we discussed what all we were going to do. Most of us wanted to break off in our respective pairs, but we didn't want to leave out Matt. He had pretty much been adopted into the club, though we had yet to formally request his membership. With Honey and Mori having difficulty finding time out of their university studies to continue their job as hosts, we were losing some ladies who only sought out their company. Matt wasn't the "boy loli" type, nor the "strong and silent" type, but he was a nice mix of all the "male" members: He was charming like Tamaki, calm and mature like Kyoya, mischievous like the twins, quiet like Mori, happy and sweet like Honey, and natural like Haruhi. I could see that if he joined the club, he would be well-liked.

Kyoya gave my hand a squeeze and winked. He had a plan, one that he would show to us once we got to the festival. While most of the party were chatting, he signalled to Honey and Matt, who instantly understood what he was meaning. I got it, too. Not only was this a chance for Eri and Tamaki to be forced into a date, but it was also a chance for the others to explore their feelings for each other as well. However, we had an uneven ratio of boys to girls, with one boy being clingy to another. So, Kyoya remedied that by asking him to stick to the other singled-out boy.

Though, he had left out Akane. She didn't have anyone that she liked in the club, or at least she masked it very well. I frowned up at Kyoya, darting my eyes over to the red-head. He just smiled and winked at me.

So he knows something about her... I told myself mentally.

We got to the festival and piled out. All were wearing traditional kimonos, as were most of the people there. Though it was small in comparison to what the richies had experienced, it was rather large compared to what us commoners had been to. We all giggled and ran for the bright lights, happy to be out of the cramped limo.

"Wow, look over there, Matt-chan!" Honey giggled, pulling the dark boy's hand. "Let's go play some games!"

"Mitkuni!" Mori called, starting to go after him, but Kyoya stopped him.

"Why don't you let him be for a little bit?" he told him, smiling. "He's including Matthias, something that we tend to forget to do."

Mori paused, looked down, and nodded. I guess it was hard to let him go on his own for a bit when you were so use to "babysitting" him. Yuna rested a hand on his arm and smiled up at him in comfort.

"Welp, I've got someone to meet, so I'll catch y'all later!" Akane told us, raising a hand in a wave while she turned and hurried down the streets.