Yep, another one woo hoo this is actually supposed to be before the other one.

Yes, still on writers block, if that is considered. I just don't want to even touch that story AT ALL.

Oh my gosh what is wrong with me.

Well, here you go!

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"Please don't poke me."

"I am not poking you. I am merely stimulating the nerve endings on your shoulder to ease blood flow in your body."

"My blood is flowing extremely well, so if you please?" Ryoma stared expectantly at his senior, inching a little more to his right.

Fuji lowered his voice mysteriously, "That's what everyone says. But they are the ones who suffer in the end."

"I think I'll take that risk." Ryoma wiped his sweaty chin on the sleeve of his shirt, tennis racquet leaning against one leg.

"But I'm afraid I can't, Ryoma. You see, when a close companion dies, it is likely that one might feel a certain amount of distr—"

"Who's dying, don't curse me."

"But you are the one who refused my goodwill. Obviously, you're just asking for dea—" He stopped and looked up at Ryoma, who had just stood up and was heading to another bench. That contained Tezuka.

"Can I join the sane people?" Fuji heard Ryoma say.

"Hn."

He didn't hear Tezuka's reply, but it should have been along the lines of that.

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Ryoma was feeling very pleased with himself.

He had escaped from the strange clutches of his brunette senior and had just managed to convince Tezuka to play a match against him. He ran back to hit a lob. Raised his arm and thrust it for…

What the hell was Fuji doing with his bag? He swore, he was going to kill him with his bare hands—

He felt a slight pressure against his left arm, and realized that the ball had hit his racquet earlier than expected.

Or maybe he just wasn't paying attention.

Either way, the path of the yellow blur was, to say the least, unexpected.

As was the muffled 'oof' from somewhere behind the building.

And the sight of their dear Ryuuzaki sensei storming up the courts, forehead in one hand, tennis ball in the other.

"Oh my…" Fuji was saying, unbelievably cheerful. He was smiling. Smiling.

"NOW THE PERSON WHO HIT THAT BALL HAD BETTER OWN UP IN FIVE… FOUR… THREE…"

"I apologize, sensei, it was an accident."

"So it was YOU?" The teacher, so surprised she forgot to be angry, looked at the tennis ball in her hand to the team captain in complete and utter disbelief.

"N—"

"No," Ryoma cut in, "It was—"

"It was you?" She said again, just as shocked as before.

"NO, it was him!" Ryoma pointed at the Tensai, sitting demurely on the bench, his bench, bouncing one of… oh god, Karupin's toys between his two evil hands.

"My dear boy," Ryuuzaki-sensei spat, anger back on full swing, "Don't push the blame."

"But...!"

"He isn't even holding a racquet, now if this happens one more time, you, will regret it dearly." Since Ryoma was obviously too good to hit a wild tennis ball by accident, Ryuuzaki-sensei seemed to have come to the unfortunate conclusion that he had done it on purpose.

"But…!"

"Don't talk back, detention, tomorrow."

"Ryuuzaki-sensei, I don—" Fuji piped up, and about time as well.

"God what is wrong with kids these days, always disrespecting their elders."

"Sensei."

"Detention, tomorrow for you too! Go wash the windows or something. And get me some ice!"

Ryoma didn't know to be happy, or angry, or confused.

He went with confused, it was the easiest.

"No offence, Fuji-senpai, but that was kind of stupid."

"You know, saying no offence before anything doesn't make any less offensive."

"I know, it just takes it off my conscience if you are offended."

"Ah."

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"I said, don't poke me! Speaking of which, what were you doing with my bag? And give that back." He snatched Karupin's toy from Fuji's slender fingers and dropped it back into his bag.

"That has no connection what so ever." Fuji turned around primly and clasped his hands together.

"This is all your fault!"

"My fault? For what?"

"I have not had a SINGLE detention since the day I stepped into kindergarten."

"You mean you have before kindergarten?"

"If you count standing in a corner with my hands above my head. My mom." He added quickly.

"If I must remind you, I, too, have never had a single detention before this either."

"Wow, some comfort."

"There's always a first for anything."

"Yeah, this is a memory I will always treasure. Throughout my entire life, I will always look back to this incident as a source of inspiration and courage." Ryoma said, voice positively oozing sarcasm.

"That's very optimistic, well, I shall make some memories too."

"Glad to know that." He turned on his heel and stomped off, not even bothering to pick up his tennis bag.

Fuji watched him turn into the changing rooms. As he proceeded to pick up Ryoma's things, he was greeted with a fairly strange sight.

Tezuka had his face buried in his hands and was shaking his head from side to side. Now how often did you get to see that? Not very. He whipped out a camera of yet unknown origin.

"Perfect."

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Oh my! It only took two hours to get this done (meep!)

I hope you read this before the W.W chapter :), it is supposed to be first, after all. I guess this will be, like a series of random oneshots loosely connected?

I seem to be better at those things…

Owell, hope you liked it!