Word Count: 298
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS.
Author's Note: Everyone gets random ideas once in a while, right? Pointless ones too.
Staring
"What are you staring at, Akaya?"
"A dot," the boy quickly replied.
"Why are you staring at a dot?"
"I don't know."
"NIOU!"
"What?"
"Do you have anything to do with that?" Marui asked, pointing at Akaya, who was unconsciously staring at a black dot.
"Kinda."
"What do you mean kinda?"
Niou shrugged. "I was drawing this thing a while ago; it turned out as a dot. I left it beside Akaya's bag. He probably took it."
Marui sighed. "Look at him!"
"Why?"
"Just look!"
Marui pointed at Akaya's direction.
"He's unconsciously staring at a dot. It's freaking me out!"
"Why don't you get the piece of paper from him?" Niou suggested, being oh-so smart.
Marui face palmed. And so, he took the paper.
"He's still staring," said Niou.
"Oi, Akaya! Wake up, will you!" Marui shouted, shaking the boy frantically.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. And so, Marui called out, "MURA-BUCHOU!"
"Yes?" asked Yukimura.
"Akaya's freaking me out," Marui said. "He's staring at nothing," he added.
They walked over to the unconscious second year.
"Akaya, it's time to wake up," Yukimura hummed.
"Uh?"
"Wake up or I'll call Sanada," Yukimura threatened.
Akaya snapped back to reality. "I'm awake, I'm awake! Just please don't kill me!"
"Kill you?" Niou and Marui asked at the same time.
"He had a nightmare last night about Sanada killing (slapping) him," Yukimura explained.
"How do you know these things?" Niou asked.
Yukimura smiled. "He trusts me."
Akaya was shivering over at a corner.
"Don't worry, Akaya. I won't call Sanada."
"Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me," Akaya repeated over and over again. He rocked back and forth, hugging his knees.
"This is freakier than when he was staring at the dot."
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