"And done. Somebody call the groom." It's finally time.

"He's fallen asleep. Wake help me, let's wake him up." For me to turn this dream into my reality.

"Udon, with two of each tempura. And uhh...a pudding." Uesugi orders from the school cafeteria. It totals to over 1000 yen, and this is just for lunch. Taking her food, she glides across the cafeteria, the other students staring wistfully at her. What reaches her ears is the usual noise of the cafeteria.

"Look, Uesugi-chan is eating alone again."

"Give it up dude, the she's way out of your league."

"But still, do you think I can talk to her?" The students start to murmur as the long haired blonde makes her way to her table in a lonely corner of the cafeteria.

"Talk all you want, it doesn't matter to me. I wonder where Maeda-chan is?" She goes to place her tray on the table.

Clack!

"Excuse me!" The boy next to her says, getting her attention. She takes a quick glance at him. The people nearby go silent for half a second, their attention grabbed by his voice. The air is still as the tension builds. Like a bomb getting defused, what happens next could lead to a catastrophe.

"That isn't our uniform. A transfer, huh?" She thinks as she analyzes his white and navy clothes. His crimson hair is long, flowing, but unkept. Around his neck is a silver chain-link necklace; a golden star with a ruby in the middle as the centerpiece.

"I was here first, if you would be so kind to please move to another table." He says sternly. Uesugi looks at him, smirking as she pulls up a chair and sits down at the table. The students around them all sigh, almost pitying the redhead.

"I sat down first, if you would be so kind to please go away." She mocks him, causing him to take a few steps back. He takes a deep breath and sits down across from her.

"So that's how it is." She says, pulling out her phone and checking her socials. A new song making it's run, some celebrity drama, and a cat video; the usual suspects. An empty smile forms on her face as she absentmindedly puts noodles to her mouth. She hears a sigh and looks up at him.

"At least show some respect to the food. It's impolite to be using your phone while eating." He says, his eyes peeking up from behind a book.

"You're one to talk." She says coldly, glancing at his untouched bowl of rice.

"Just rice? Is he on a diet? He's..." She looks back at him. His face is pale, almost ghastly. He constantly sways side to side and his eyes seem unfocused even when they're looking at his book. "...so frail."

"At least I'm distracted with something useful. What're you doing? Did Justine Bieber release a new love song?"

Uesugi doesn't reply, letting him prattle on his own; at most she nods her head when she hears him ask a question. One minute, then two, then four, how long is he going to go on for? She decides to pry her eyes away from her screen again, finding him slowly getting to the bottom of his rice.

"You know, I'm starting to wonder how your grades are faring when you can't even pay attention to someone sitting across your own table." He says. He slowly inches his hands to a test paper hidden underneath her tray.

"Not paying attention? How rude of you to assume." She feigns hurt.

"You just agreed to being the president of Serbia, working in a maid café, and being the school janitor's cousin when I asked you." He smirks, causing her to lean back.

"You asked me that?"

"No, but your response just now just proved that you really weren't paying attention. Now let's see, Uesugi Fuuka scored..." He slips the paper out and holds it above his head.

"100! A perfect score. Wow, I'm sorry..." He says, bowing his head.

"Serves you right for jumping to conclusions. Now hand it back." She says condescendingly, holding out her hand to get her paper.

"...is what I would say if you actually answered this test. The essay gave it away. The way you wrote your name changed in the essay compared to the one used to identify your paper." He hands it back, lifting his head to reveal a sick grin. Uesugi grimaces, she's been caught.

"Just who is this guy?" She thinks silently as his eyes dart back to his book. She sits there trying to get a read on him for a while, secretly snapping a picture to maybe use against him. She was just about to leave when she hears his stomach growl. He bends down, clutching his gut with one arm while still trying to read his book.

"Here. Take it." She hands over half of her tempura, and her pudding. He looks at it, just looks at it. He stares back at his book before closing it, probably to memorize his current page.

"Thank you, but I don't need your pity. Though, I'd advise you not to eat that as well, you're starting to get fat." He gets up, taking his tray and his book and heading off out of her vision.

"FAT!? Why you little sh-" She exclaims as he leaves the cafeteria. "Well whatever, I never have to deal with him again, probably." She huffs, finishing her food with furious chewing.

"My name is Nakano Goro. It's nice to meet you." He takes a bow, brushing through his hair with his hands. The redhead looked around the room, his eyes stopping at Fuuka.

"That's Shirozaki's uniform, right?"

"That school? Isn't that near the slums?" The class was cautious of him. Goro scoffs, not wanting to grace their thoughts with a reaction.

"The slums? His lunch and physique make more sense now. It's almost enough to make me pity him, almost." Fuuka mumbles to herself, resting her head on her desk.

"Nakano-kun, you may take the seat at the back." Goro walks to the back, passing Uesugi on the way. She glances up at him, expecting a smirk or an annoyed frown. She was shocked to see him look apologetic, maybe a little sad too.

"I'm home! Raito, what do you want for dinner?" She opens the door to her and her brother's apartment, a luxury suite on the top floor of a high-rise, there were six rooms: Their parents, hers, his, and three guest rooms. It was quiet, the only other person there was a boy around ten years old, sitting at the dining table. He has his head hunched down over a book, with more piled neatly beside him and papers stacked just beyond that.

"The usual. I'm not going to eat much." Raito replies, turning the page and taking one of the sheets of paper into his hand.

"You study too much, you've got to learn to live a little." Fuuka jests as she makes her way to the kitchen. "Let's see...looks like we have everything." She pulls out some vegetables and spices and sets a pot on the stove with a little oil. In time, she finishes cooking and plating everything.

"You never get tired to dad's recipes, huh? How about we try making one of his desserts." She asks him, looking at her phone again.

"Maybe. By the way, mom called earlier. She found you some help with your studies." Raito places his spoon into his mouth.

"How did she know? My report cards aren't even showing bad grades."

"I told her. Cheating won't get you anywhere in life."

"Stick in the mud."

"I don't care about your opinion, slob. Thanks for the food." Raito says, washing his dishes and going back to his studies.

"Those two. Always trying to force me to do something. Who needs a tutor? I'll be fine as long as I don't get caught." She thinks silently, getting her food and making her way across the cafeteria again.

"You're still reading that? I'd be done with that by now." A demeaning voice says, causing her to turn her gaze their way.

"Well sorry. Futaji, please don't forget that we're not as good at English as you are." Goro replies, finding him sitting at a table with four other guys.

"Still, On the Origin of Species, you never stop studying do you?" Another boy says, slightly less demeaning and more curious than the one before.

Goro looks up from his book, making a quick scan on his friends and spotting Fuuka in his periphery. He tries to stand to walk up to her, but she jerks her head away and walks off.

She arrives at her table, sitting down with her lunch. "Maeda-chan still isn't here, huh?"

"Hey there. Goro-kun seems to have his eye on you." A hand rests on the other side of her table as one of Goro's friends sits across from her.

She glares at him, his hair just as wild and unkept as Goro's. Around his neck is a choker featuring a single silver fountain pen head as it's design. He's wearing their uniform, but he has a yellow wind breaker over it, with only one sleeve filled; his other arm resting inside.

"Tell him he has no chance. As for you, I'd like to be alone, so beat it." She says, annoyed by that wide smirk on his face.

"Cold. You know, that's why you don't have a boyfriend." He takes the other chair, flips it backwards, and takes a seat.

"Don't need one. Go away."

"Come on, even if it's not Goro, I'm sure one of us has caught your eye." He says teasingly, flipping his hair back and flashing a smile.

"I'd never be caught dead with you. Leave." She grips her chop sticks. He concedes, getting up out of his chair.

"Well, I'm always available for a pretty lady like you, you can count on Hitonari onii-san for that at least." He jokes, heading back to his table.

"Onii-san? We're in the same grade." She mumbles to himself, placing a piece of tempura in her mouth.

"Cheating is fine as long as I don't get caught." She broods, snapping her chopsticks apart.

"As long as I don't get caught, but that guy..." She furrows her brow.

"Uesugi-saaan"

"He knows. Will he snitch? Who am I kidding, he's definitely the type of guy to rat me out." Gritting her teeth, she starts eating.

"Uesugi-saaan."

"What to do? I don't want to deal with him, but..."

"UUUUUUUEEEEEEESSUUUGIIII-SAAAAAN!"

"Yes?" She looks up from her lunch, finding another guy with his face up to her. She leans back in shock. "Did you just try to kiss me? Pervert!" She exclaims, covering her face.

"Took you long enough to look up from your food. Here, which one is yours? Is it this one with answers taken from the internet, or this one with actual answers?" He holds up two tests to her face.

She looks up, seeing the boy wearing a cap with a green wolf print as it's design; it hides most of his hair, but his bangs are just barely visible from her angle. Along with the uniform, he has a green tie around his collar, though it's untied; a yellow track jacket covers the rest of his clothing, obscuring any accessories on his arm if he had any.

"Uhh...this one?" She points to the one that isn't hers. It clearly isn't hers, the name on it says "Shin"

"Ah, liar. You're wrong." He says, taking the papers away.

"I wonder what the teachers would say if they knew the top student was a dirty liar." He says with a goofy smile, walking away.

Uesugi's eyes widen. She was dumb, but not that dumb. She knew that if she lost sight of him, then it wouldn't be good. She was torn, ultimately deciding to at least finish her chicken and most of her rice. "Alright."

She follows him around, ignoring the bell.

"You know, I've never really seen anyone cheat on a test before. It's almost enough to make me hate you." He says, not looking at her.

"I've never seen someone resort to underhanded tactics. It is enough to make me hate you." She replies.

"You know, at first I thought of you as popular and has a lot of friends. I guess I can add hypocrite to that list now. Also, why are you following me?"

"Give me my test back and I'll leave."

"Is that it? My bad, here." He hands over her test. "Be on your way now."

"Ugh, this is why I hate talking to people." Fuuka thinks to herself as she gets back to class. "By the way, you know your friend, Nakano Goro really pissed me off yesterday. Tell him that if he crosses me again, I'll kill him." Uesugi clenches her fist.

"If you want to threaten him, say it to his face." He smiles as she waves her off, parting in the hallway to go into their respective classrooms.

"Ugh, he's with his friends again." She mutters to herself as she walks out of the school grounds after school. He glances over to her direction, saying something to his friends and pointing her way. He's wearing the school uniform now, the same necklace around his neck. The only additions are a red Harrington jacket, and red rimmed glasses resting on his nose. His friends beside him, two boys around his height.

The first is wearing an overcoat with two purple feathers arranged like a laurel crown design on the back, a bracelet with two feathers is on his right wrist. His hair is slightly better than Goro's, though not very well styled; left to fall into place with at most a brush of his hand.

"You know Goro. You need to eat more, you're starting to worry me." He says, placing a hand on Goro's shoulder.

"I'll try. I don't want to resort to pity meals if possible. I have my pride." He says, still reading the same book. "I'll go on ahead, I'll see you there."

"Having fun?" The other one walks over to Fuuka. His head is obscured by his deep blue hoodie, though a pair of earphone wires come up from inside the zipped up garment.

"Whatever can you mean? Please leave me alone." Fuuka starts to walk away. He just stands there, looking at her. "Don't follow me or I'll call the police."

"You were watching us, weren't you? Are you looking for Goro?"

"What of it? It's none of your business. Go away."

"I haven't moved, you just stopped walking." He says, walking back to the one with the overcoat.

"Sheesh. One annoying guy after another. What's next? I turn around and find that last one following me?" She turns around. "Leave me alone! Stalkers!"

"Leave this to a professional, Sanzo. Let me show you how it's done." The one in the overcoat says, stepping in front of hoodie boy. "So, we're kinda lost. Can you help us get to-" He pins her against a nearby wall, his arm in her path.

"I don't care! Leave or else I will call the police." She interrupts him, pushing his arm out of the way and walking in the direction of a large apartment complex.

"Let's not overcomplicate things." Hoodie boy, Sanzo, pipes up. The two of them follow her.

"I have a lot to deal with already! Just leave!" She yells, but they keep walking towards her. She huffs, running to her destination: home. Entering the building, she dashes into the elevator and shuts it. "Ugh, why did all those asses appear all of a sudden?"

"Finally, no more annoying guys. Just me and..." She pants as she exits the elevator. "What are you doing here? Did you come to rat me out to my brother?" Fuuka stares daggers at Goro, who is waiting at her door. "Leave. I have a tutor coming and I don't want to get even angrier today."

"Well, Uesugi-chan. I hate to break it to you, but we're your tutors." Goro says gloomily.

"What? Do you know what I've been through because of you and your friends today?! I have half a mind to fire you right here, right no-...did you say we?"

Just then, the other elevator comes up to the floor. Sanzo, Shin, Hitonari, and the one she didn't get the name of; all of them walk out, bickering amongst themselves. They pause as they look to the door, then to Goro, and finally to Fuuka.

"Ugh, why'd it have to be your friends? Dealing with one is annoying enough!" She sinks to the floor. Her head gets hot with anger as her blood pressure rises and her veins bulge.

"Well, if you hire one, you hire the others. We're the quintuplet geniuses after all." Goro says, walking to his brothers' side.

"Hahaha...could this get any worse? This is a dream right?" Fuuka thinks to herself. Hanging her head down and looking at the floor, she slams her fists repeatedly at the tile. "This is

"Still, we need a better title. How about Hitonari and the four stooges?" Hitonari suggests. The others glare at him, all five of them unamused.

"Turn that dream into reality, huh?" A man in a grooms outfit says. Fuuka standing beside him in her wedding dress, her long black hair tied neatly underneath her veil. "You must mean our time together. Hitonari, Futaji, Sanzo, Shin, Goro. The time the six of us spent together really felt like a dream."

"It still does now. But I won't let this dream leave, I don't want to wake up from it. Which is why..." The doors swing open.

"I want to go to sleep." Fuuka says, done with everything that happened because of these quintuplets.

A/N: Currently revising the series, which explains why I deleted the chapters. Will rewrite them and release them once I feel like I've improved them. Leaving this message now. Will rewrite this chapter after updating this to show this note to readers.

A/N2: Changes made: Grammar corrections, a few character interactions added and changed.