A/N: Late by a day.T-T
AWAH Happy Belated Birthday fic for mcangel1976 (AKA: This superwoman who is kind of supremely amazing at writing. AT EVERYTHING.)
It began in a pristine kitchen in the Atobe mansion. Three adolescent boys each held a tennis racket in one hand and a rolling pin in the other.
"We will make...the best tennis cake." Tezuka said solemnly.
"You mean a cake in the shape of a tennis ball or racket?" Atobe asked slowly.
"He means we make a cake while playing tennis against each other." Fuji clarified. "Inui said it was a renowned training technique to improve reflexes."
"Then why are you in my kitchen?"
"Because you agreed to a tennis match against Tezuka last week."
"Not in my kitchen!" Atobe exclaimed, horrified at the possible outcomes.
"I serve first." Fuji said happily, effectively ignoring Atobe.
Atobe reluctantly readied himself beside Tezuka for the oncoming serve via racket/rolling pin.
The games had begun.
Fuji's racket came smashing down on the bag of sugar which served as a tennis ball.
Sugar flew everywhere as Atobe cowered beneath a table as sugar flew into his hair ("Ore-sama's hair BURNS!") and Tezuka frantically tried to catch all the falling sugar in a bowl.
"Fuji!" Tezuka shouted. "Do not forget to make the cake! We've practiced this!"
They've practiced...this. This was unfair against Ore-sama!
There was a roar of power from Tezuka, tables and flour bits swirling toward him.
Literally.
"Tezuka Zone." The Seigaku tennis captain whispered and the cupboards ripped themselves out the sides of the wall to join the tornado.
Atobe was angered now. His cookies were in that cupboard over there which Tezuka had annihilated. Also, there were now flour bits in his hair. ("AUGH!" He cried out)
Atobe activated his World of Ice, and glared at Tezuka. He would be the one making tennis cake.
Fuji frowned. He was being forgotten and he didn't like that. Therefore the carton of eggs next to him was emptied, readied, and thrown viciously into the air for-
"Disappearing serve."
The eggs materialized next to the cake bowl and smashed themselves in. Of course, some also landed in Atobe's hair. ("WHY IS IT MY HAIR!" Atobe screamed.)
Fuji would be the victor to make tennis cake.
Tezuka was cornered. The tennis cake had been touched by both Fuji and Atobe yet Tezuka himself-It was not his tennis cake. He was angered. His tennis cake would be the result.
How dare those two try to make better tennis cake than him.
With all three pairs of eyes on the cake bowl, the tennis cake would go to-
BEEP
Fuji clapped his hands together, and smiled wide. "I won."
"Wait, what was that beep?" Atobe asked as he reluctantly put down his flour covered racket (and shook out his sugar/flour/egg hair).
"I preheated the oven."
Tezuka flashed his glasses menacingly. "You did not win Fuji."
"I'm sorry, but I did." Fuji said, not sounding sorry at all. "Besides, it was my birthday yesterday and I didn't get a cake."
Atobe picked up the cake bowl. "So...ore-sama will go bake this now."
"You forgot the racket." Tezuka intoned.
"The racket?"
"This." Tezuka thrust his racket into the cake bowl.
"Honestly, Atobe." Fuji reprimanded, "Tennis cake is not complete without a tennis racket."
"It does complete the look." Atobe admitted.
Fuji peered into the bowl. "It accents the eggshells very nicely."
"And the slivers of wood." Tezuka added.
"But don't you think that's too much sugar?" Atobe asked. "It's even spilling over the edge."
"Nonsense, Atobe. One can never have too much sugar."
"What are you going to do with that?" Atobe questioned at the sight of Fuji gift wrapping the (misshapen) tennis cake.
Fuji gazed lovingly at the gift wrapped cake ( which had a hole through the wrapping where the tennis racket stood, baked in) "It's for a friend."
"Tennis cake is always a great gift." Tezuka nodded approvingly as wood bits fell out the cake.
A/N: * Fuji gives mcangel1976 tennis cake*
Hehe, do you get what I did there? XD
Also, I realized it was also kind of Fuji's birthday today. If only it was a leap year...