A/N: After an excruciating amount of writer's block, I've managed to squeeze out this small blurb. School will be done in about a month but darn those AP classes! You would think there'd be nothing to do after the AP test but... Anyways, about this: I'm still learning about Psychology so my analysis may be incorrect but please bear with me. Furthermore, I always have to apologize for butchering any characterization; I love Price of Tennis to death but yeah, its definitely been awhile. Just a warning: this will probably be very trippy and confusing at times but I hope you enjoy. (:
Prologue
In the late summer afternoon, the sound of cicadas chirping wafted through the city. Marui Bunta made his way down the tight, narrow street and the sweltering heat made him wince in annoyance. The bubble-gum-chewing genius always disliked summer. Practice all too often ran late into the afternoon and it was at that time when the heat was the worst.
Marui hated the heat; it was constricting.
Marui swung his duffle bag over his shoulder. It was hot and stuck to his clothes but it was the easiest way to carry his bag. Today's practice had made him especially tired: both Niou and Yagyuu had constantly tormented the red-head. He lamented the fact that he was on the same team as the trickster duo. Sure, he would never have to face them in an official tournament but practicing with them was more than enough.
One was more than enough.