Warnings: This is unbetaed and there might be OOCness, though I don't think this is the case.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis, Legos or any other trademarked, copyrighted or otherwise legally owned entity mentioned within this story.

Funsplosion

It was a wonderful day as sunshine slowly invaded the classrooms. The subtle rays crept inside, while students diligently took notes. Soon everything was covered by a cheerful glow. One by one the students began daydreaming or gazing longingly at the promise of beautiful weather. Everything from the temperature to the tweeting birds distracted the students. Today was too good to stay inside.

"Class," a voice began, interrupting their thoughts, "since none of you are paying attention, we are going outside".

The few students who were paying attention looked up in surprise. Outside? When was class ever outside? They muttered among themselves for a moment before gathering their belongings. Slowly the rest of the class came to and followed suit.

"Kirihara-kun," the teacher called out.

A boy with tousled black hair woke up with a start. "Whaa…"

"We are drawing outdoors today," the teacher announced for his benefit.

Kirihara gazed blankly until he comprehended the last three words. Drawing outdoors today. 'Oh,' he thought sitting up in an instant. Outdoors was fun and coloring was fun so outdoors plus coloring must equal a funsplosion. He nearly leapt for joy.

"Kay, I'm coming," he replied before following the other students.

Several minutes later, the class settled down in a clearing near some trees and athletic fields. A couple students unpacked the art supplies while everyone else found a comfy spot with a good view.

"Yay," Kirihara said as he almost shook with excitement. He grabbed a pack of crayons and sat down facing a few trees and buildings. He took a green crayon and began drawing squiggly lines.

"Let's see," he mumbled, "a few leaves here, a branch there, some little black specks, and red over here". He stood back to admire his work. It was a perfect replica of a three-year-olds rendition of trees covered in red flames with green aliens shooting potatoes during an ash storm. Sometimes his artistic talent shocked even himself. Oftentimes others would stare openmouthed at his works of art. They would then ask if he really was in junior high. Kirihara would, of course, nod proudly. Nobody could draw stick figures quite like he could.

Kirihara grabbed a red crayon to quickly correct the haphazardous flames when he felt the ground shake. He stared in confusion before a more powerful tremor knocked him down. A loud boom instantly followed. He looked up from the ground to see the school cafeteria torn asunder. Columns of smoke rose from the remaining rubble, giving the scene a grisly atmosphere.

"Everyone, follow me," their teacher ordered as school officials began running about. The students reluctantly gathered their projects and followed. Several stared wistfully over their shoulders at the mesmerizing scene. It wasn't everyday a building exploded before their very eyes.

As soon as the students returned to the classroom a chorus broke out. Everyone talked over each other as they discussed the event.

"Class, be quiet," their teacher ordered.

For seven whole seconds the class quieted down until one student couldn't resist saying, "Did you see—". The rest of the class erupted with thoughts, opinions, and concerns. "Class," the teacher warned yet again. This time his words were drowned out by the excited chatter.

A voice on the intercom interrupted their musings, "Niou Masaharu report to the principal's office".

At the mention of Niou's name everyone nodded. Now everything made sense. Niou must have pulled a prank that went too far. He was always towing the line and now he'd finally crossed it. Nobody envied whatever punishment would be dealt to the frequent offender.

"Hey, Kirihara-kun what's wrong?" a red haired classmate asked when he noticed Kirihara was petrified in his seat.

"I…I caused the explosion. Outside plus coloring equals funsplosion, but that wasn't fun," Kirihara nearly wailed. How could a funsplosion go so wrong? Fun shouldn't destroy actual buildings; it should destroy small things like box forts or Lego towers.

"Uh…it's okay. I'm sure you're not responsible," the red head replied patting the distraught teen on the head. He then slowly backed away from his slightly insane classmate and joined the rest of his normal peers.

Several minutes later the bell rang dismissing the students to club activities. Kirihara stood up and shuffled over to the tennis courts. Once there, he joined the other assembled members of the tennis club to listen to their coach's announcement.

"Niou-kun has been suspended from school for ten days," the coach announced. Yukimura instantly frowned, Yanagi scribbled notes and Sanda stood expressionless. The rest of the team nodded. This was to be expected and a ten day suspension seemed reasonable if not lenient considering the offense.

Yanagi stepped up and explained the gravity of the situation, "this means Niou is banned from the tennis club for the duration of his suspension".


A/N: This is a prologue of sorts and I intend to continue this, although I'm unsure what direction to take it. I was thinking about writing about the different consequences of destroying the cafeteria, such as new lunch ladies, new school policies and rules, etc. If you have any suggestions feel free to leave them.