I realized that I've never seen any of the RikkaiDai characters at school before. And I really want to. But since Konomi-san is not going to draw it, I'll write it. Just to satisfy my wild imagination. This is going to be another chapter story. It's the RikkaiDai students at school, starting six AM, when they get up for school to go to tennis practice. This chapter is about Yagyuu. The next chapter will be another character, still following the schedule.

Disclaimer: Why do people need disclaimers? Everyone knows that Prince of Tennis belongs to Takeshi Konomi. This is just a waste of time. I'm getting sick of writing disclaimers. I forget in almost every chapter of The RikkaiDai Sleepover.

Enjoy!

Yagyuu Hiroshi stretched, and glanced at his alarm clock. Five-fifteen AM. Perfect. He was going to be late by fifteen minutes. He was usually the first at the changing rooms – he hated having to change in front of his teammates. It was uncivilized. But he didn't really have a choice this time. His alarm must have been sleeping, too. He stood and put on his glasses.

Sometimes, he disliked waking up so early. After all, everyone likes a good sleep. Crawling out of bed at five AM could really be a pain. He'd walk to school, his legs feeling like jelly. He'd be half-asleep in math class, and by the time he finally wakes up, it's five in the afternoon. But waking up early did improve his stamina, though he had no idea how. Maybe he'd ask Yanagi-kun when he got a chance.

He walked into the restroom quietly, making sure he didn't wake up his family, who were all still asleep. Yagyuu combed back his violet hair, washed his face, and showered. The morning routines proved to be more time-consuming than walking to school. He put on his neatly folded school uniform, and put his tennis uniform into his book bag. Putting on the book bag, he walked downstairs and made some tea.

He checked the time. Five forty. Already? His mind was still half-asleep. He took a sip of tea. Nice and warm. He set the teacup down and drained the rest before placing it in the sink. He felt bad about leaving the dirty teacup for his mother to clean, but if he didn't hurry, he'd be late for class. He would make it up to her later, maybe with some flowers or a new tea set.

Yagyuu rushed out the door, holding his tennis bag in one hand and his book bag in another. It was still dark outside, despite the fact that the weather was growing warmer. His neighbors were asleep, but their pets were awake. He could hear the cats and dogs, meowing and barking like the world was out to get them. It was a wonder his neighbors could sleep with all this racket.

Soon, he was within hearing distance of the changing room. He could hear Akaya-kun and Jackal-kun, discussing Akaya's science test.

" . . . Biology sucks! Why should I give a damn about frog dissection?" Akaya was complaining.

"It will come in handy in high school," Jackal reminded him. "And biologists –"

"I'm not going to be a biologist! If you ask me, biology is for people who don't know how to play tennis," he interrupted haughtily.

Jackal sighed, exasperated. "Biology is a useful tool. Without biology, we never would have been able to –"

Yagyuu opened the door to the changing room and closed it quickly once he walked in. "Good morning," he said politely.

"Ah, Yagyuu!" Jackal greeted him. "You're late today."

"Yes, my alarm clock. I must have forgotten to set it last night."

Jackal murmured something sympathetically. "You think you can convince Akaya here that biology is something worth studying?" he asked suddenly.

"Probably not," Yagyuu replied with a hint of amusement in his voice. "But it's worth a shot." He started changing into his tennis uniform. "What is it about biology that you dislike, Akaya-kun?"

"All of it."

Yagyuu frowned. "Well, now. Biology includes the study of the human body. Did you know that?"

"No," he admitted.

"By studying the human body, we can figure out the best ways to model tennis equipment."

Akaya perked up. "Really?"

"Indeed. You see, our tennis rackets are formed a certain way as to benefit our grip. They must be built in a particular fashion so we can hold the racket easily. So technically, without biology, we would never be able to play tennis the way we do."

Akaya grinned. "I'm telling my biology teacher."

"That's good," he answered simply. He finished changing and gave Jackal a slight smile. "That turned out well."

"It did," Jackal agreed. "Thanks. Sometimes I can't anything through his head."

"Hey!" Akaya complained.

Yagyuu walked out of the changing room and onto the tennis courts. "Good morning," he greeted his captain, Yukimura Seiichi. Yukimura smiled at him and waved a little, and Sanada acknowledged his presence with a small nod of his head. Yanagi murmured a greeting.

He began to run his regularly assigned twenty laps. They passed time quickly, and by the time he had finished his eighteenth lap, Niou and Marui had arrived, already in their tennis uniforms. Niou grinned mischievously, and Yagyuu suspected he had yet another trick planned. His suspicions were confirmed at once when he saw Akaya running out of the changing room, his black hair enhanced with bright golden highlights.

"I'm blonde!" Akaya wailed pitifully, and Yagyuu resisted the urge to chuckle.

Sanada questioned Niou. Yagyuu shook his head. Would Sanada never learn? Niou would find some way to get away from punishment. You just couldn't win against him.

"I'm just helping Akaya display some team pride," Niou answered innocently. "The yellow matches his tennis uniform."

That was true, Yagyuu thought. Niou would make a fine lawyer.

He finished his laps and walked onto the last empty court. "Niou-kun," he called. "Want to play a match against Marui-kun and Jackal-kun?"

Niou walked over to him and drawled, "Sure, but they'll be the ones to lose."

"Let me hear that again, pizza-face," Marui dared.

Jackal frowned. "Let's not call each other names."

"Who'd you call a pizza-face, Little Miss Pinknette?"

"I'm a strawberry-blonde!" Marui defended.

"Get rid of the blonde. You're just a strawberry."

Yagyuu ignored them both and served the ball. It was probably the only way to shut them up. Jackal was the one who returned the serve. Niou raced up to the net and aimed the ball at Marui's head. It flew past Marui, just a few centimeters away from his face.

"What was that?"

"A return," Niou answered coolly. "Got a problem with it, LMP?"

"If I'm LMP, then you're PF."

"If I'm PF, then you're PMS!" Niou retorted, looking proud of his comeback.

Yagyuu mentally slapped himself on the forehead. This was going to be a long day.

Liked it so far? In case you didn't get it, LMP stood for 'Little Miss Pinknette', and PF stood for pizza-face. I don't think I need to explain PMS. Heh. Next will be Marui, first period music class! Hope you enjoyed!