I do not own Skip Beat!

The conference room was bustling. People were gathering at the door, pushing and trying to catch a glimpse at the results of the infamous pool. A tall man cut seamlessly through the crowd, a small blond blur pulling him along. Staff members, stars and even the remaining LoveMe members were amongst the crowd. Yashiro stood at the front of the room next to a large cloth-covered board. Beside him was President Takarada, dressed in a black flowing robe. He was seated behind his own personal podium, hand resting on a wooden mallet. The president sounded his gavel and called for silence. Then, Yashiro spoke.

"We're all here for one reason," he said. "To see the results of the When-will-Ren-and-Kyouko-FINALLY-get-together betting pool."

The crowd buzzed, straining forward, as if being closer would give them the power to see through the cloth covering the calendar.

"It's been a long wait," he said. "Let's find out the result."

The crowd cheered and Yashiro ripped away the cloth, dramatically unveiling the pink, heart shaped calendar.

"Eh?" the crowd let out a collective gasp.

"What?" President Takarada innocently asked.

"That's cheating," Kanae called. "You know everything!"

Yashiro frantically searched the rulebook.

"I may have an extensive information network, but I was not informed that this would happen beforehand," he said. "I think you'll find that there's no rule against it."

"He's right," Yashiro said, closing the book.

"See? It's fine," he said, "and I'm going to use the prize money in a way that will benefit you, Kotonami-kun."

Kanae arched an eyebrow in suspicion.

"This money is going into a fund for the first dates of all the LoveMe members!" he said excitedly.

Kanae winced. Chiori rolled her eyes.

"I can see that we still have some work to do," The president said.

"We should have just acted appreciative," Chiori said.

"Pass the glue stick," Kanae said through gritted teeth.

"I mean then we wouldn't be stuck doing this," she said, offering the requested item. "Hand me the scissors?"

"But really," Kanae said, pasting a picture of Kyouko's face over the model's in one of the many stacks of bridal magazines, "how does that benefit us?"

"Um, Kotonami-san," Chiori said, poking her in the arm.

Kanae viciously plastered a picture of Ren's face atop the male model's.

"Kotonami-san," she said, elbowing her.

"What?" she asked.

Before them stood a beat-red Kyouko, on the arm of Ren who was shaking with poorly concealed mirth.

Kanae froze.

"We're not getting married yet!" Kyouko shouted, fleeing the room.

"Yet?" asked the other three.

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