A/N: Greetings people, I have risen miraculously from the dead. But I shall die soon, so enjoy this last multi-chaptered, ohmygoshIcan'tstanditanymoreImustpostthisImustImustImust fic. This will be the utmost weirdest I have ever written. Have fun.
Disclaimer: I don't' own anything especially not the copious amounts of anime references I shall be using.
Where the Freshman Two (No Horio) Scheme
It didn't begin with Fuji or Inui, like anyone would have expected. Or even with Momoshiro or Echizen or even Taka-san. Not Kaidoh, nor Tezuka nor even Horio or Sakuno.
It began with Kachiro and Katsuo.
Kachiro and Katsuo were collecting tennis balls like nice first-year non-regulars of Seishun Gakuen, unlike a certain Horio, when they overheard Ryuuzaki-sensei mulling (and mumbling) over a sheet of paper as they passed by the clubroom. They looked uncertainly at each other, and then knocked on the door.
Ryuuzaki-sensei looked up and smiled, showing teeth. The two freshmen made an effort not to compare her to a shark.
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Inside the clubroom, with the balls placed neatly in a crate by the side, Kachiro asked Ryuuzaki-sensei what she was mulling over. Ryuuzaki-sensei replied that some 'fancy-schmancy famous-amous' ("Sensei, that's not really-" Katsuo began) tennis company was hosting a celebration event in correspondence to the National Tournament. All school tennis clubs that participated in the preliminaries, semi-finals, finals, etc. were to attend. They, the tennis clubs, would then be given access to new and improved tennis courts to 'sort of kind of' trial-run and also act as an exhibition. ("Totally unheard of, they said, a new and sensational idea, they said," Ryuuzaki-sensei gritted out.) There would be plenty of resources and space ("Remember Atobe's Gift to Kabaji? On the airship? That big place?" Kachiro and Katsuo nodded. "They revamped it and doubled the size…") to last all the schools at least two weeks, which was double the time they were supposed to stay.
The problem was that the uniforms hadn't been decided yet. Which was a good thing since the Junior Senbatsu Camp uniforms weren't exactly accepted amongst every single participant. So it was up to Seigaku, the winner of the National Tournament, to decide on the outfit. But they had to be consistent at least in category.
Now Ryuuzaki-sensei had gone through just about every idea that popped into her brain, casuals ("Too boring"), fruits and vegetables("Too healthy), foodstuff ("People like Momoshiro and Jirou might become just a little too eager."), Neko-outfits ("Uhm, sensei?"), birthday suits ("SENSEI!"). Ryuuzaki-sensei sighed.
Just then, Kachiro made a sudden reference to the Kantou Finals just as Katsuo had recalled something. They turned to each other and grinned. "Sensei, we have a suggestion!"
Ryuuzaki-sensei's eyes wrinkled (even more) with glee.
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Wait, wait what does this have to do with the story? You ask. Everything.
TBC
A/N: Wonderful cliffy eh? Yes! I shall not update till I get ummm, A NICE LARGE NUMBER OF REVIEWS. Yes.