Disclaimer: I do not own The Prince of Tennis or any of its characters…XDD, I would love to, though!

Well, this whole fic was kinda a combination of everyone who reviewed. You all suggested so many ideas, and I really couldn't pick just one! Waiii! So happy that I got so many reviews! I suck at writing, and then everyone gives reviews! YAY! Hope I can pull this one off…Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

Valentine's Day For Revenge

Fuji residence, 4 PM…

"Nya, I don't get this…" A particular redhead looked at his math problems, confused. Algebra was something that Eiji wasn't too good at, and he didn't like looking at it either, "Fuji, help me, nya,"

"Ara? You still don't understand?" The smiling tensai looked up from his homework, "What now?"

"How do you do it? I'm confused, nya," Eiji pouted in frustration.

Fuji laughed. It wasn't surprising. After three years of knowing Eiji, Fuji knew just about everything about his best friend. Picking up a pencil, Fuji began to show Eiji the algebra problem…

Two hours later…

"Nya, okay, so I do this and then see if they equal each other, right?" Eiji asked.

"Right. Try this," and Fuji jotted down an equation on Eiji's piece of paper, which was covered with scribbles. Sighing, the redhead began working on the equation.

After a few minutes, Fuji looked over Eiji's shoulder to see his progress. "You got it, good," said Fuji, "You're on your own,"

"Nya, what time is it?" Eiji looked at the clock, "Six o' clock already? Nya, I better get home before my mom yells at me for being late to dinner,"

"Sure," said Fuji.

"Nya, where's the restroom?"

"Down the hall, first door on the left," Eiji bounded off.

"Ara? Syusuke, where's Kikumaru?" asked Yumiko, as she popped into her brother's room.

"Oh, he's leaving soon,"

"Really? He's not staying for dinner?"

"He said his mother would yell at him if he was going to be late to dinner at his house,"

"I see. Well, can you go downstairs and watch the stove? I need to do the laundry. Yuuta's not home, yet, so…"

"Sure,"

Few minutes later…

Eiji leaped down the stairs, landing on both feet in the very end.

"Nya, Fuji, where'd you put my book bag?" he asked.

"By the table," answered Fuji from the kitchen.

Eiji turned and saw his book bag. In a rush, he went over and tripped on his feet. He caught onto the table to prevent himself from falling. A spiral notebook fell into Eiji's open book bag, but he didn't notice. He was in too much of a rush to notice anything else. Eiji closed his book bag and entered the kitchen, "Bye, Fuji!"

"Saa..see you tomorrow, Eiji,"

Running as fast as he could, Eiji sped down the sidewalk, hoping to reach home before dinner started…

Kikumaru residence, 8 PM…

"Oof!" Eiji plopped onto his bed, "Nya, I am full!" It turned out that Eiji wasn't late to dinner at all. He managed to slip into the house at the nick of time, and as a result, he wasn't yelled at.

"Eiji," called his mother, "Did you finish your homework?"

"Yes, Mom, nya," Eiji called back.

"Okay, as long as you did," replied his mother, "Go and take a shower. You still have school tomorrow!"

"Okay," Eiji got off his bed and went into the bathroom.

8:20 PM…

Eiji dried his hair with a towel. He was about to sneak off into his room when his older brother and sister demanded for him to play video games with them. Eiji ended up playing video games until 9:00 and would have kept on playing (since he loves playing anyways) if his mother hadn't called them off. Yawning, Eiji reached over to his book bag and started to prepare it for the next day.

Something caught his eye. Blinking, Eiji looked into his book bag again. He pulled out a notebook. It wasn't his. There was a label saying, "Childhood Memories," How did it get in his book bag? Eiji thought back through the day. Ah! It must have came from Fuji's house when he slammed into the table on accident. Oh well, he'd return it to Fuji tomorrow.

The label bothered Eiji. Childhood memories, eh? That only meant one thing. The stuff inside must be the childhood pictures of Fuji and his family, right? Yeah, that's right.

Eiji hesitated. Should he really open the book and see the contents? That would be invasion of personal privacy. Still, a little peek wouldn't hurt, eh? Eiji flipped the book open.

The first page was filled with pictures of a sweet little girl playing in a sand box. Eiji laughed, "Nya, that must be Fuji's older sister when she was little," he thought.

Flipping the page, Eiji saw that there was a picture of Fuji, playing the piano. He didn't know Fuji played the piano. Another picture showed Fuji and Yuuta with tennis rackets in their hands. Eiji laughed. Sometimes, it was funny seeing friends when they were little.

A picture caught Eiji's eye. A picture showed a brunette girl in a skirt. The girl looked no older than five. Eiji stared at the picture, puzzled. He knew Fuji didn't have any other sisters, and his youngest cousin was already ten years old. The girl looked familiar, but Eiji just couldn't put his finger on it. Where had he seen this adorable little girl before?

It hit Eiji. It couldn't be!

Taking a closer look, Eiji looked at the picture again. It was true! The girl was…was…It was Fuji! Yes, yes, it was! The same messy hair down towards the neck, the same eyes, and the same smile. It was Fuji! But why was he in a skirt? Better yet, why was the skirt baby blue?

Eiji looked around the page for any other clues. What was this? Underneath the picture was a small caption that read, "Yumiko's Dress-Up Doll".

"Mmph…kerrm..mmpht…"Eiji started laughing. So, Yumiko was the one who had dressed Fuji as a girl! Really, Fuji was too feminine for his own good. He could pass as a girl if he put on a dress.

"Nya, I need to show this to the other team members!" said Eiji. Putting the scrapbook carefully back into his book bag, Eiji jumped onto his bed. Wait. Before he was going to show the scrapbook to anyone, he should ask Yuuta first. Was the whole dress-up thing really real?

Next day…at St. Rudolph…

Yuuta yawned. He was trying hard not to fall asleep during Mizuki's speech. But really, it was kind of hard. When Mizuki got started on his speech, it seemed almost as if time had slowed down to an almost agonizing slow speed.

"This will take forever…" he thought.

"Yuuta!" Mizuki yelled.

Yuuta snapped out of his thoughts, "H-hai, Mizuki-san?"

"Good, you were listening. I was afraid that you weren't paying attention. Anyways," Mizuki rambled off into his speech again. Yuuta held in a sigh. Really, he didn't hate Mizuki. Mizuki had shown respect towards him, asking him to come to St. Rudolph to become part of the tennis team. He would be known that way. But sometimes, Yuuta really wished if Mizuki would act normal. Those purple shirts and other stuff of his…blech…

"…from now on, I'll have each of you follow a plot," said Mizuki.

"A plot? Like an evil scheme? That'd be too mean, dane," said Yanagisawa.

"Not like that, you dimwit! Ways to improve!"

"Oh..dane,"

Please, somebody kill him for saying dane all the time.

"Yuuta," a voice entered the room. It was Atsushi, "Some Seigaku Regular is here, asking to see you,"

"Seigaku regular?" Who could it be? "Do you know who it is?"

"He's a member of the Golden Pair. The redhead, remember?"

Kikumaru-san? "Okay," and Yuuta left the room. Mizuki looked at him suspiciously.

Yuuta was right. It was Eiji. The redhead greeted him happily, "Yuuta!"

"Hai, Kikumaru-san? You said you wanted to see me?"

"Nya, I wanted to ask you something,"

Yuuta cocked his head to one side. What did a Seigaku regular want with him? "Sure. What?"

Eiji fidgeted nervously, "Well, yesterday, I was over at your house with your brother. We were doing homework together. I was about to leave, but I tripped and I slammed into the table. I think this," Eiji pulled out the scrapbook, "fell into my book bag, nya,"

Yuuta took the scrapbook and looked at it. It was the scrapbook that Yumiko had spent the most time on decorating. She loved to have pictures of her two brothers, "I see. What did you want to ask about, though?"

"Nya, I kind of looked around cause I was curious…and I'm really sorry if I had offended you or anything, but I stumbled on this picture," Eiji flipped to the page of Fuji dressed as a girl, "Is this true, or what, nya?"

At the sight of that picture, Yuuta turned red. Baka aniki! Embarassing him like this!

"Ah…Kikumaru-san…I don't know…" he stammered.

"Nya? What do you mean?"

"I knew Yumiko neesan had several…issues of dressing aniki up when he was little…even when I was born, Yumiko-neesan would do that to aniki…I just never thought that she put pictures in the scrapbook…"

"Nya, do you know anything else about Fuji?"

"Ara?"

"Nya, erm, Fuji blackmailed a lot of people at Seigaku…"

"Ohh…" So, aniki had blackmailed people,eh? Not surprising. Aniki had always taken pleasure in doing such things. Just like the time he had forced him to wear that darn mouse costume during the Halloween party…

"Nya, so do you know anything else about Fuji? I was thinking of getting back at him, even though he's my best friend, nya. I thought it would be fun, too, nya,"

"Well," Yuuta thought for a moment, "Aniki does have a soft spot for cats…"

"Nya? Really? I never knew that, nya!"

"Aniki hides his feelings most of the times…"

"I see, nya! Hoi hoi, thanks, Yuuta!" Eiji took the scrapbook back, "Can I hang on to this?"

"Sure," said Yuuta.

"Hoi hoi, bye Yuuta! Arigatou!"

Next day…in the locker room…

"Eiji! How could you do this?" Oishi was shocked. Eiji was holding several pictures in his hand…there really is no need to say what the pictures were about, right?

"Nya, I didn't anything bad! Just made copies," said the rehead.

"That's invasion of personal privacy!"

"Mada mada dane, Oishi-sempai. Kikumaru-sempai has a point in this whole thing," smirked Ryoma. Maybe Eiji wasn't as empty-headed as he seemed…(A/N: ryoma, that's mean!)

"I never knew Fuji-sempai's sister would do such a thing to Fuji-sempai, though," said Momo.

"What's going on?" asked Tezuka. He had noticed that none of the regulars had come out of the locker room when practice ended.

"Tezuka…" Oishi started. There really was no need to say anything. Tezuka went ahead and looked at what Eiji was holding in his hands. The picture of Fuji in a dress was…disturbing.

"What are you planning, Eiji?" Tezuka finally asked.

"Oh, something, nya," said Eiji, with a mischievous grin.

Author's notes: did this one in kind of a hurry…I'll see if I can finish this one tomorrow…hopefully, I'll persuade my mom to let me on the computer during a weekday…(you know what Mom(s) say…a week dayno computer…all because of school…grr…I feel so ashamed…)I REALLY WANNA FINISH THIS FANFIC! VALENTINE'S DAY IS TOMORROW! RR PLEASE!