Title: Masquerade

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis, I just play with the characters .
AN: I don't usually write, so I'm sorry for any OOC. (written before "Charred" but takes place afterwards. Read in either order)

"Oi, Sanada-san?" Niou waved his hands in front of the older boy. "Sanada!"

Sanada glared off into the distance looking like he was watching a practice match, but his eyes never moved to follow the ball or the players. Niou reached up and pulled off Sanada's hat and grinned. "Sanada…What's the deal with you today?"

Sanada leveled a glare at the silver-haired boy. "Shouldn't you be practicing?" It was less of a question and more of a hint to move along. The dark haired boy grabbed his hat back and quickly put it back on his head.

"Well, I would practice, but I'm afraid I might end up molesting my opponent." Sanada gave a sideways glance to see who could hear their conversation. "That's right Sanada, I saw you with him."

"Who?"

"Jousei's Pretender."

"And?"

"I saw you kiss him." Niou grinned. "I never thought you had that much passion in you for anything but tennis. And to think you'd go after someone who's from Jousei," he snickered, "what will buchou think?"

"50 laps." Niou frowned. "Now."

Wakato passed by the track on his way to the tennis courts and noticed Niou running. Sanada must be at it again, he thought while a slight smirked pulled at his mouth. He continued the rest of the way over to where Sanada would be and spotted him starring off into space at the edge of the fence.

Sanada nodded at his presence but made no conversation. Wakato came to his side and folded his arms across his chest, the smirk still lightly on his lips. He watched the match before him.

"Yagyuu-san is quite good alone."

"Yes."

"So…" he rocked back and forth on his heels. "Why's Niou running?

"He saw our match last night." It was not needed for Sanada to mention that the pesky Rikkai boy had also seen the kiss they had shared. They both knew that Niou must have been watching.

The red-head quirked an eyebrow, "Did he enjoy the show?"

Sanada frowned, unhappy that his companion was enjoying the attention that they had received. "Apparently."

"I'm glad," Wakato whispered as he grabbed Sanada's shoulders and pulled him closer. Their lips met slightly parted as Wakato pressed hard. Capturing his bottom lip between his teeth he bit down. The taller boy's brow furrowed as he pushed Wakato away from him and wiped at his mouth with his sleeve.

"50 laps for you too." Wakato tried to protest but as soon as he opened his mouth Sanada intensely glared at him. As Wakato jogged his way over to the track he missed the diminutive smile on Sanada's face.