False Advertising

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            Shun coughed and set down the shoujo manga. 
Whistling conspicuously, he got to his feet and rested his hands on Hasukawa's
chair.  He didn't give notice, grunting as he erased something sprawled
out in English.  Shun chuckled mildly and drummed his fingers along the back. 
"So I think I might know something a little . . . well . . .
shocking."

            "If it's about the sushi not being real then it's
old news." Shun made a face, remembered that discovery quite
vividly.  Half of Greenwood
did not survive unscathed, himself included.  He rubbed just above his lip
to sooth the phantom pains attacking his tooth before he shook his head.

            "Nah, that's not it."

            "Dorm Mother caught with fifty bags of
Funyuns?"

            "Really?"

            "We found out this morning."

            "Wild." Shun shook his head again, sighing in
near frustration.  "I mean, no!  Remember when we all found out
about Aoki and Sakaguchi?" Suka looked up, staring forward at the pencil
sharpener before him.  He glanced down, sharpened the tip and nodded
slowly.

            "'Bout a year ago, right?  It wasn't really
that surprising."

            "Well I'm getting an 'inkling' again." Hasukawa
looked up again and turned, forcing Shun back a step. Shun nodded to his
slightly incredulous look. Was that guilt on his face?

            "Who?"

            "The sempais." Kazuya's eyebrows nearly plowed
through the ceiling as he reeled back in his seat.  Shun nodded again and
smiled almost triumphantly.

            "Wha?" he asked.

            "Yeah!" Shun replied, moving back to sit on his
bed.  "It's weird – I just have a feelin'.  Like back with Aoki
'n stuff." Hasukawa scratched his head and shrugged.

            "But so did the rest of us.  Like I said, it
was pretty obvious."

            Shun snorted.  "I'm telling you, I got a style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>real notion, here."

            Shun's roommate just shook his head.  "No
way.  I mean, Mitsuru and Shinobu?  It's just not . . .
logical!"

            "Well," Shun mused, "think it
through.  They're always together—"

            "We're always together," Hasukawa said
pointedly.

            "Er, recently, they've been getting a little
distant.  And they're always
talking about sex."

            "It's girl-hunting season." Shun frowned and
furrowed his brow.

            "I'm not kidding!" Shun whined, extending his
arms to his sides.  "Maybe I just don't have enough to back my
theories." Hasukawa managed a smile and returned to his work.

            "Well, I doubt it.  I mean, they act like
us.  We've barely left each other's sides since the end of last year. What
did we talk about over the summer? Sex. Albeit we haven't had nearly as much as
those two, but we definitely talked
about it." He swallowed a little, unnoticed by his roommate. "I mean,
we're not gay, so they probably aren't.  Don't worry about it, Shun,"
he smiled, "while it would make things more interesting, I really do not
think the sempais are that way." Shun snorted again and pulled his legs up
under his chin.

            "Well, I . . . I dunno. . ." Hasukawa nodded
and went along silently.  Shun, on the other hand, was suddenly a little
more worried than he was minutes ago.  A line of thought that he couldn't
abandon if he tried, now, was boring through his brain.  They were exactly
like the sempais – the question, now, was: what were the sempais like?

What happens next? :

[Be persistent and prove it –
check on the sempais.] – Go to Chapter Six
(6)

[Let it be dismissed – it is a
little silly!] – Go to Chapter Five
(5)