Word Count: 211
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS.
Author's Note: This is re-written. Because the older one was just, bleh.
I Will Not Ask Inui What's Inside His Juice
"Inui-senpai, what are you doing in the laboratory?" Ryoma asked. He happened to pass by the said room.
Seigaku's data master continued pouring in different kinds of concoctions. "I'm just making a new juice for the regulars."
"…"
"Do you want to try it, Echizen?"
"No, thanks."
"It tastes fine, see?"
Inui gulped down his own juice. But then, his face turned green.
Ryoma looked a bit grossed out just by looking at Inui's face. "Inui-senpai, what's wrong??"
Without holding back, Inui ran to the nearest comfort room.
"…"
Ryoma's eye twitched. "Che. He got sick because of his own juice."
Eventually, Inui walked out of the comfort room.
"Inui-senpai, what was in that juice?"
"…I seem to have forgotten."
"…"
"This juice failed." He walked back to his classroom, looking a bit pale.
Ryoma walked into the laboratory, and saw a piece of paper. It held the ingredients of the super special Inui juice.
Water, Cauliflower, Cabbage, Dragonfly, Eggs, Green food-coloring, Carrots…
He looked again, "Dragonfly?! Is Inui-senpai trying to kill us?!"
He took one last glance at the glass of super special Inui juice. He held his mouth and coughed. "I shouldn't have come here."
The End
Author's Note: Reviews welcomed. :D