A/N: This is a small series that I began on Quizilla as a collaboration with someone who now goes by Jun on Quotev. So credit is given where credit is due.

Truth 1: Sanada

If there was something Kirihara currently wasn't, it was happy. And if there was something he was it would be very ticked off. Being the problematic second year he was Kirihara always had something to complain/rant about, his current annoyance; English.

"I stayed up until one thirty am doing my English homework!" Kirihara ranted to Marui, who he was walking to morning practice with "And it still makes no sense to me!"

Marui laughed to himself at his kouhai's predicament "C'mon it can't be that bad. I mean it's just English."

The two upon reaching the clubroom briskly walked in and Kirihara deciding to let out some frustrations carelessly threw his bag to the side, knocking over several other bags and sending an object rolling out from the pile catching the eyes of Kirihara and Marui.

Kirihara blinked at the object as he and Marui hovered over it "Is that," Kirihara raised an eyebrow "A rock? What the heck would a rock be doing in here?"

Marui popped a bubble and gave a confused look "No idea, seems kind of weird though."

Both were interrupted however by a certain trickster entering the room. "Oi, you guys practice is star-," he stopped abruptly as he saw the rock on the floor, a sly smirk on his face. "Heh, I bet you two have no idea what that is. Do you?" he said crossing his arms.

"A rock?" Marui said oblivious to the words' mischievous undertone.

Niou shook his head "Nope. That is a magic rock. Legend says that in the right hands it gives good luck and success," he paused for a moment but when he saw the enamored Kirihara he continued on "but," he drawled out slowly "In the wrong hands it gives misfortune for as long as the rock is in their possession."

Eyes shining Kirihara snatched up the rock and placed it in his bag "Great then I'm taking it with me!"

Niou chuckled "Figured you would want it seaweed head~puri."

"Uh I think we should get to practice Sanada-fukubuchou is coming over here and he doesn't look happy," Marui stated then rushed out the door the other two close behind not wanting to do extra laps.

After morning practice was done (extra laps and all) the team reconvened in the clubroom. Some of them like Kirihara (who seemed quite enthused) and Niou (who was most definitely planning something) left early. While others stayed a little later like Sanada, which for him was an odd occurrence. Usually Sanada was the first to leave wanting to be on time for his first class. Today however he lingered back rifling through his bag as if to look for something while muttering under his breath. Yukimura noted this odd behavior but brushed it off as stress. Finally, seemingly giving up, Sanada stood up and walked off silently.

Contrary to Sanada's bad mood Kirihara was quite smiley due to his new magic rock. He nearly gave an evil cackle out loud at the thought of using it to get back at his sempai, but instead let out a snicker so as not to make him look more insane than what was already thought of him. Whistling on his way to English class with the new layer of arrogance brought by the rock Kirihara stepped under the stairwell, oblivious to the trickster watching him from above.

Smirking to himself Niou was feeling quite mischievous today and decided to go after his favorite target; seaweed head. From atop the stairs he waited until Kirihara was directly under him and then discreetly tipped the water bottle that was perched on the railing, over and onto the unsuspecting Kirihara. "Puri~."

The resounding yell of "Niou-senpai!" could be heard throughout the school.

And that was how Kirihara ended up late (and wet) to English class. Ignoring the looks his classmates and teacher sent him he grouchily made his way over to his seat and sat down mumbling about exacting revenge while digging through his bag to find his (worked on till one thirty in the morning) homework. But to his horror after much throwing around and dumping the contents of his bag on the desk his (worked on till one thirty in the morning) wasn't there! Kirihara blinked dumbly, letting the realization sink in, he had forgotten his English homework at home. His worked on till one thirty in the morning English homework. Left at home. Oh he was screwed, so very screwed. The following "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Could be heard all the way at Seigaku.

"Ahem," Kirihara stopped his dramatic cry to look up at his teacher who was standing in front of him looking very disappointed while holding out the his latest test score.

Kirihara kept on switching his gaze from the big red 2% on his test to his teacher, not quite believing it at first. After a minute of doing this reality seemed to have enough of Kirihara's slowness and gave him a big slap on the face. "What!" Kirihara cried out. How could he the absolute worst at English manage to get a 2%. A 2%, Kirihara admits that he's not the best at English but he's never scored that bad on a test. Then he thought back to all the bad luck he had encountered today, and then recalled Niou's story. As the thought that he might be cursed set in he started giggling, yes giggling to himself. That oh so disturbing giggle soon escalated into a full out maniacal laugh, complete with the red eyes. "That's it huh?" Kirihara cried to the heavens "I'm cursed aren't I!"

The now completely freaked out class and teacher promptly evacuated the premises leaving the maniac Kirihara to his own devices.

Kirihara's bitter laughter soon died down and the depression of being cursed replaced it. He crawled over to a corner to sulk and draw circles on the wall. "So I'm cursed huh?" he muttered. I think we all know what just took place. Yes my dear readers the Devil of Rikkaidai has snapped. And might be needing a psychiatrist soon, or tennis, since tennis is the cure for everything, well at least for the regulars it is.

By the time after-school practice rolled around Kirihara was determined to find out if he was really cursed. And who better to ask then The Child of God himself, otherwise known as Yukimura-buchou.

"Buchou! Buchou!" Kirihara yelled out to get the attention of the blue haired captain, while running over.

"Yes, Akaya?" Yukimura asked curious to what had the second year so energetic.

"I think I'm cursed! Am I? It's all this stupid rock's fault! Stupid Niou-senpai and his dumb story," Kirihara cried out to Yukimura and then kicked the ground.

Sanada noticing Kirihara not doing his laps like he was supposed to, walked over to the two, ready to Sanada Slap Kirihara into next week and give him more laps. That is until, he saw what the junior ace was holding in his hand. He stopped abruptly, his eyes widened a fraction, and his breath caught in his throat.

Yukimura raised an eyebrow at his pouting kouhai, "A rock?" he questioned "May I see it?"

"Huh, oh yeah," Kirihara brought out the rock and showed it to his captain "It's a cursed rock isn't it," Kirihara said looking down.

Upon inspection Yukimura let out a soft chukle "Akaya, this isn't a cursed rock. This rock is Sanada's family rock."

Silence.

Kirihara blinked once. Twice. Thrice. "Yukimura-buchou say what!"

Sanada's cap covered his eyes as he took back his rock. "Yukimura. . ."

Yukimura let a serene smile cross his face as he saw the duo's expressions.

"Huh," Kirihara mused "It was Sanada's rock. No wonder I thought it was cursed!"

"Tarundoru! Akaya! Twenty laps now!"

"H-hai fukubuchou."

So the truth of the matter is, Sanada has a family rock and Kirihara gets the short end of the stick.