Fuji Syuusuke's grin that day was borderline illegal. The aura that pulsed around him kept everyone from approaching him, and his laugh, oh that creepy laugh, echoed around the courts, sending shivers up the spines of even the most distant people. Everyone gave him a wide birth as he sauntered onto the court and began hitting balls to the wall.
Finally, Tezuka entered to courts and began giving orders for team practice. Every thing went normal, if you discount the obvious aversion everyone regarded Fuji with. Even Tezuka stayed away from the boy with the overly-huge, sadistic smile.
As practice neared its end, Fuji's aura seemed to become more intense, his smile stretching enough to break his face. Oishi gathered all the regulars together and ended practice with a few words of encouragement about an upcoming tournament. With that said, they all headed into the locker room for showers. Once inside, Fuji's smile became even more maniac and all the showers within a five foot radius if him were vacated.
Meanwhile, Tezuka finished his shower and headed to his locker for a change of clothes, only to find it completely empty. His bag, his racket, all his clothes, they were all missing. He turned to the rest of the team, his eyebrow twitching just so.
"Tezuka?" Oishi asked, a concerned note in his voice. "Is something wrong?"
"…Fuji." He said, the eyebrow increasing in tempo.
"Eh? Fuji? What–has something happened to Fuji? Oh no, what if he–"
"Oishi." Tezuka cut him off. "Fuji's fine…for the moment. Do you know where he is?" His eyebrow was now rapidly twitching and his voice came out very strained.
"Um…Outside?" Oishi sweatdropped. Tezuka gave him a flat stare. If he wasn't in the locker room, then obviously he was outside it. And there was no way Tezuka would be following without his clothes. "Uh, well, if there's no problem, I'm just gonna…leave now?" Oishi said slowly, gazing at the rising aura around his close friend. "Um…bye!" With that, he practically ran out of the locker room.
Tezuka scowled. In the time it had taken to talk to Oishi, the room's other occupants had cleared out as well, leaving him with no clothes and no one to help. His face set into a definite frown when he heard melodic laughter from outside.
His voice ice cold, he hissed, "Fuji!"
Outside, standing right by the door, a blue-eyed brunette was leaning against the door, breath coming out in short gasps as he tried to restrain his laughter to a non-maniac degree.
