Heya Addicted to Dreams here again. o.~ I'm back with another Prince of Tennis story.

A little to know about this story—I got the idea after reading the book Molly Moon's Incredible Book of Hypnotism. The plot of my story is nothing like that of the book, there is no hypnotizing though I think that's a good idea for a story later on. I just wanted to give it credit!

I do not own Prince of Tennis, the idea of wagons, greedy middle age men, and the ability to write good stories. -.-;

Please Enjoy!

Eiji's Idea of Fun

Ryoma Echizen was sitting in history class watching the minutes tick away. The teacher's voice became just a buzz in the background and he continued to ignore it. His best friend Takeshi Momoshiro, also know as Momo, was messing around with a piece of paper on his desk. Once he seemed satisfied with what he had down he folded the paper in half, then folded it again and dropped it onto the floor. He stepped on the paper then pushed it to where it was close enough for Ryoma to grab. Ryoma, very causally, bent down and picked up the note. He unfolded it and took a look. It read 'Hey Ryoma, want to do something after school today because it's Friday and Tezuka gave us a day off?'

It was very rare that this happened. It just turned out that Tezuka had a family get-together today and that he thought he would give everyone a break. Ryoma thought it over. They could probably do the usual and go get burgers to eat. He scratched a quick 'yeah sure' on the note then refolded it. Instead of doing what Momo did to get the letter across the open space, because Ryoma didn't have that long of legs, he tossed the paper over. Luckily the paper landed in Momo's lap. Momo just finished righting a response when the teacher slapped her hand on to his desk.

"Takeshi Momoshiro, are you passing notes in my class?" Her eyes blazed with hatred. "Who is your accomplice?"

Momo did his best to keep his calm. He replied, "I'm not passing notes."

The teacher ripped the paper away from Momo with a triumphant grin. She took a look at what it said. The name Ryoma caught her eye. "Momoshiro and Ryoma Echizen!"

The teacher turned on her heels to face the seventh grader who had managed to get into her eighth grade class.

"Ryoma, I'm very disappointed in you for helping Momoshiro goof off in class. This is your only warning. No passing notes! Now seeing as you were written to and not the writer I'll let you off with that." The teacher turned back to Momo. "And as for you, detention!"

"What?" Momo gasped. "But I-"

"Momoshiro you will have detention for today only. You should thank me for being so lenient."

"Thanks," Momo said sarcastically.

"Much better." The teacher walked back to the front of the classroom before she broke into uncontrollable laughter.

"Teacher?" Asked one of the students in the front of the class. They were a total suck up because in reality no one cared for this teacher much.

"I'm sorry it's just," The teacher straightened herself and fixed her glasses that had been falling off her nose. "Momoshiro, you're idea of something entertaining to do after school just tickled my funny bone. Do you usually do stuff like that?"

The teacher began to laugh again. None of the students knew what to make of it. Ryoma was now curious as to what his friend had written. Momo was hurt and offended. In his defense, he called out, "I don't see what's so funny about that!"

The teacher finally gaining her composure took another look at then note before placing it in her purse that was on the side of her desk. That note was a keeper. "Momoshiro, you may not realize this but that sarcastic thank you, you gave me earlier was well earned on my part. If I had let you just walk off I'm not sure if we would be seeing you on Monday."

"What do you mean?" Momo was fairly certain she didn't earn anything from him.

"I had Shusuke Fuji in my class last year and I know for a fact if you had gone through with your plans you would be on the run, therefore you wouldn't be here on Monday." The teacher grabbed her lesson book that had been all but forgotten and turned back to the chalkboard. "Now what was I saying last…?"

The rest of history class went uneventful. If Ryoma had not been thinking so much about what was said on the note he might have noticed a blue van with the hot pink words 'Weeper Window Wipers' on it's side. Of course it wouldn't have made much of a difference, all it would have done was made him question the van's owner's tastes. After class was over, which was only fifteen minutes after the note incident. Ryoma gathered his stuff to leave.

"Ah sorry Echizen, I didn't mean to get caught." Momo said gloomily.

"Ah it's okay Momo." Ryoma was about to leave when he turned back around and asked, "So what was in the note that the teacher though was so funny?"

Momoshiro's face darkened and he said, "I just though it would be fun to stalk Fuji. We both know Fuji is going to want to go with Tezuka to that family thing after school. I was thinking Fuji might follow Tezuka so I thought it would be fun to take pictures of him hiding in bushes and behind parked cars."

"…" Ryoma was at a loss for words. That was the most stupid thing he had almost been dragged into doing after school ever. He shook his head at Momo as he walked out of the classroom.

Ryoma was almost outside of the gate when a cheerful voice called out to him. Just by the sound of his voice he could tell it was Eiji Kikumaru. "Ochibi wait up!"

Ryoma stopped and waited.

"I heard about what happened to Momo," He said when he finally reached Ryoma.

"How did you hear about that?" Ryoma was slightly surprised. The school may be big but he had never heard of a rumor spreading around that fast!

"I told him." Ryoma heard the words and a slight chill went up his spine. He wasn't scared for himself oh no, he was scared for Momo. Standing behind him was the genius himself, Fuji.

"Fuji how did you hear about it?" Ryoma asked the brown-haired, blue eyed, smiling like there's no tomorrow, teen.

"Saa… I have my ways." Fuji said quietly.

Let's just say Ryoma was not surprised anymore. Ryoma pulled his cap off and placed it over his heart. "Rest in peace Momoshiro."

With that Fuji began to laugh as he walked off. Eiji, who had also silently mourned for Momo began to talk again. "Ryoma want to hang out with me instead?"

"Uh." Ryoma put his cap back on. "Well I was planning on-"

"We'll have so much fun! Oishi will ordinarily hang out with me after school but today he has something else to do. I guess you can say we're in the same boat. How about we turn this ship around and head straight for Fun Island?" Eiji had been watching too much American TV lately. He was starting to sound like Spongebob.

Ryoma, who had after leaving class decided he would just go home how and practice tennis, was now in a pickle. He didn't want to play some weird game with Eiji, but he didn't want to disappoint him either. What to do what to do…? Just then Ryoma went into a state were he could see figments of his imagination, which was very limited by the way. Just as if he was in a fictional story an angel version of Ryoma appeared on his left shoulder. It wore his tennis uniform with the jacket on. It had a light blue racket in its right hand and a ball in its left. There were white wings on its back and a tiny halo above its head. Then in a puff of black smoke a devil version of Ryoma stood on his right shoulder. This one wore his school uniform but with out the jacket. It had on Ryoma's cap, which was pulled down to cover its left eye. This one had bat wings on it back, a small pointy tail, and two devil horns. This Ryoma had a black and red racket.

"Why do you get the left shoulder, that's my spot?" The little devil shouted as it pointed its finger at the angel. It sounded like Ryoma but the voice was just a little squeakier.

"Because the left arm is stronger which suits me better." The angel said smugly.

"What are you talking about twit? That's my arm!" The devil looked furious. Ryoma, who thought he might be going crazy, held his tongue and refrained from mentioning that it was, in reality, his arm.

"Enough that's not what we're here to talk about. Should we go with Eiji or not? I say we should because if we just go home Nanjiro will just beat us in a game of tennis." The angel said logically.

"Well maybe if I made some decisions once and awhile we wouldn't lose to that pervert!" The devil grumbled.

"Enough! We'll settle this like we always do!" A net appeared just below Ryoma's nose. It stretched out into thin air. The angel began to bounce the ball on Ryoma's left shoulder. The angel tossed the ball then hit it to the devil. It was a twist serve! There was now a full court in front of Ryoma. All the lines were there along with a judge who called out, "Fifteen love."

Awhile later the judge called out, "Game to Angel Echizen, six to zero."

"What, not again," Moaned the devil.

"Mada Mada dane Devil." With those last words from the angel the entire figment disappeared in a blink of the eye. The game that was played only took a second, all of that did, so Eiji didn't notice.

"I guess I can," said Ryoma in a daze.

"Oh great!" Eiji pulled out a red wagon that had been hidden behind him. "Every morning, to get to school faster, I ride this down the large hill by my house. It's fun to go up and down on it. I was thinking we could do that for a little while. Oishi thought it was fun so I'm sure you will too!"

Correction, this is the most stupid thing he has been dragged into doing after school. Echizen was starting to feel sorry for Oishi. Oh well it couldn't be that bad could it? What's the worse that can happen?

To be continued…