Jiro must've put in extra elbow grease because Hisashi's car was clean again in a matter of minutes. Jiro panted and wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked at the car and placed a hand on his hip. Yep, he was definitely satisfied of the job he'd done. "Hisashi!" he called from outside and waited. No one came out from the studio. Jiro shrugged and walked up to the door, opening it and going inside. He peered into the lounge to see if Hisashi was still there. "Hello?" No one. He went into the recording room to find Teru and Takuro sitting down and going over band scores. They looked up as he came in. "Oh, it's you, Jiro. Did you clean up that mess all over Hisashi's car?"

"Hai, and boy am I tired!" He ran over to the sofa and plopped down, fanning himself with his hand. "And it's so hot outside, too!"

"Well, Jiro, I hope you've learned your lesson about this. Cleaning up the car wasn't fun, now was it?" Teru asked and grinned. "No," Jiro agreed, "It wasn't fun at all."

"Good. This will teach you not to ever pull anything like this to anyone of us," Takuro said then turned to the scores.

"Ok, ok! I won't do it again! Geez! Can't you people just leave me alone?" Teru and Takuro looked and replied together, "No." They burst out laughing at Jiro but eventually calmed down, both of them going back to looking at scores. Jiro rolled his eyes and pulled up a chair, resting his elbows on the table and cradling his face between his palms.

"Any of you two seen Hisashi?"

"Yea, he went shopping a few minutes ago. You just missed him," Teru answered the question and quirked a brow at the bassist. "What do you want with Hisashi? I mean, after today I thought you'd be trying to avoid him or something."

"I just want to apologize to him again, Teru. So he went shopping, huh? But what about today's practice?"

"Oh, we're just going to go over scores for the rest of the day. And as for Hisashi, that was where he told us he was going."

Jiro looked puzzled. //Maybe Hisashi turns into a shopping freak when he's pissed...O_o// He shook his head, clearing his thoughts and turned back to
Takuro and Teru at the table.

"Well, wherever he is, he better get back quick before I decide to go home and forget about my apology," and Jiro sighed, picking up a few scores and waited for Hisashi.

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Hisashi walked up and down the aisles of the office supply store. Through the many rows he went, a shopping basket hanging off his arm and a sly smile plastered to his face. //Paper, pencils, pens...// He leisurely strolled past the alphabetically numbered aisles and came to find what he was looking for. He gleefully giggled and picked up a small box from the shelf, dropping it into his basket then picked up other smaller boxes, also tossing them in there. Once finished, Hisashi sauntered up to the register to pay for his purchase. His smile grew as he walked out into the parking lot, thinking about the revenge he was going to take against Jiro. He stood there, one hand on his car door and the shopping bag in the other, then broke out in maniacal laughter.

"MWAHAHAHAHA!! REVENGE WILL BE MINE!!!"

The people in the parking lot stared at him strangely and Hisashi 'meeped', jumping into his car and threw his bag into the backseat, driving off to the
studio...but not before dropping by Jiro's house.

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Hisashi peered into Jiro's window. Good -- not a sign of anyone. He ran around to the front of the house and felt underneath the row of potted plants around Jiro's doorstep. Aha! He'd found the key Jiro kept hidden for emergencies. Hisashi opened the door and stepped inside, kicking off his shoes. He was going to be here for a while. Oh, yes...there was much work to be done. He looked at the wall clock and noted that he didn't have a long time to complete his mission. Taking out the box from the plastic bag, he tore it open and read the instructions included.

He smiled and set off with his tool, making sure to cover every square inch of the house, every nook and cranny. //Now you'll pay, Jiro!// And all that could be heard for the next hour was the sound of furious...'clicking.'

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"Oi!" Jiro sighed, setting down the scores he'd gone over and over...not to mention -- and over. "How long does it take him to shop?! That's it, if he's
not going to come in for the rest of the day, then I'm leavin'." Jiro had waited for just an hour but it seemed like an eternity when he had to wait with
something on his mind.

Teru and Takuro looked up. "Well, Jiro, there's always tomorrow, but I'm sure he'll forget all about it by then," Teru suggested.

"Arrgh! But I really wanted to do it today! Get it over with," Jiro said, right now feeling very exasperated.

"Didn't you apologize to him already?" Takuro asked and turned around in his chair to look at the blond. "Duh! But I want to do it again! You all don't know what Hisashi's capable of doing..." Jiro shuddered and huddled himself up into a ball on the chair.

"Jiro, Hisashi's not going to do anything to you! Now, I genuinely believe that he forgave you and went out to shop, totally forgetting what happened, ok?" "Gah! You just don't get it! I KNOW he has something up his sleeve!" Jiro exploded, jumping out of his chair and grabbed Teru by the shoulders,
desperately trying to shake some understanding into him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Takuro yelled and pulled Jiro away from Teru. "Calm down!!" Jiro blinked, "Oh, god, Teru. I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me..." "Um, no prob, Jiro," Teru said, his brain still rattling around in his head from Jiro's shaking. "Ne, Jiro, why don't you just go home? We'll close things up here. Get some rest and forget about this whole silly Hisashi thing," Takuro smiled and grabbed Jiro's coat from the rack, draping it over the shorter man and pushed him towards the door. Jiro laughed weakly and thanked Takuro for letting him go home. He walked out to his car then stepped inside, starting the engine. He jumped as some 80's American song suddenly blared out from the radio...

>One way or another, I'm gonna get ya! I'm gonna get'cha-get'cha-get'cha-get'cha--<

Jiro visibly paled and quickly turned it off. Boy, that was weird...Maybe it was some sort of sign? Jiro shook his head. No, no, he was NOT going to think about this. He was just going to go home and take a nice, long nap..."I'm not paranoid," he said out loud and drove towards his house, the mantra echoing inside his head.

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Hisashi stood back and critiqued his work. //Hmm, very nice. Hisashi, my boy, you really outdid yourself this time!// He began another wave of evil laughter until a noise caught his attention -- a car pulling in the driveway! //Rats! That little weasel's home!// Hisashi quickly gathered his things and made his way to the side window, carefully climbing out and dropping into the hedges beneath. He pulled out his polaroid camera and waited, snickering as he saw Jiro open the car door and step out. "Kkkakakakaka..."

Jiro stopped abruptly in the driveway and looked around. From his hiding place behind the hedge, Hisashi held his breath and prayed that Jiro hadn't heard him. If he did, then his plan would be foiled! Jiro stood around for a little while longer. Hmm, he could have sworn that he heard someone laughing...But he dismissed it as the neighborhood children playing and continued on to his front door. Hisashi gave a sigh of relief from the bush and readied himself with the polaroid. Jiro was sure going get a surprise when he opened that door and Hisashi was determined to capture this moment on film!

Jiro fished around in his pockets, finally finding his keys and proceded to unlock his door.

//This is it! You're gonna get it now!// Hisashi expertly rolled out of the bush and crawled 'commando style' along the side of Jiro's house, nearing the front door where the blond stood. He heard the clicking of the lock and poised his polaroid, ready to barrage Jiro with photos of his -- hopefully mortified -- expression. "I need a nice nap...can't let it get to me," Jiro mumbled out and opened the door. What he saw made his jaw drop in utter speechlessness.

Plastered on EVERYTHING in his home were little blue tags.

Jiro's eyes almost bugged out and Hisashi chose that exact moment to jump out, taking numerous pics of the stunned blond standing there and cackling all the way. Suddenly, it registered to Jiro that Hisashi was the mastermind behind this prank. He turned to the other, who was snapping pictures, and turned red with anger, steam shooting out of his ears.

"HIIIIIIIISSSSAAAAASSSSSHHIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!" The flashes disappeared and the snapping stopped.

"Yikes!" Hisashi squeaked and pocketed the photos, edging toward the door. Then Jiro's voice was dangerously low, "Hisashi, come here..." He took a step forward and Hisashi took a step back, ready to make a run for it. As Hisashi expected, Jiro lunged at him but missed, landing in a heap on his doorstep while Hisashi high-tailed it outta there, not even taking a second look at the fallen bassist and jumped into his car that was parked around the corner. He drove off, burning rubber and disappeared over a hill, leaving Jiro back at the doorstep.

"Arrghh...what the hell?" Jiro stood up and dusted himself off, slowly walking back into his 'tagged' house and slamming the door behind him. He knew Hisashi would pull something like this! But no one had believed him...not Teru, not Takuro...and now _this_ happens. He went over to his stereo in the corner, reading the blue tag that was stickered on it:

" 'Hisashi wuz here.' " He read the tag and snorted, moving on to his t.v. " Property of Hisashi.' " Jiro sighed. //Gotta admit it, Jiro...he got you good.// Literally everything in his house was tagged...even the walls and carpet.

Then he remembered something, something important -- his basses! //I bet that jerk got to them, too!// He ran into his mini-studio and sure enough, they were all tagged in blue, everyone of them sporting a personalized Hisashi label. Jiro seethed and stomped his feet.

//Tonomura Hisashi...you won't get away with this. I will have the last laugh!//

"Damn..." he said aloud. "It's gonna take hella long to clean all this up."

And little revenge-driven Jiro set off on brainstorming his next prank, which was sure to blow Hisashi right out of the water...um, but not before taking a really-needed, long nap.

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part 3