1: Immiscible
"And as usual," Inui said with a manic glint in his glasses, "since you all failed this exercise, enjoy my latest concoction – guaranteed to strengthen your stomach, kidney, pancreas, liver, and any other organ imaginable, muscles."
"WAAAAAAH!" Eiji cried, but it was no good; everyone had to drink up.
"Inui..." Oishi trailed off weakly. "Perhaps you should be more considerate of the team's welfare...."
"I think he is!" Fuji said with more enthusiasm than necessary. "I think you have a real talent, Inui."
If the drink alone wasn't enough to make the regulars throw up, Fuji's comment did the trick nicely.
"....O...Oi..shi..." Eiji mumbled. He weakly tried to make his way to his doubles partner, but before he made it, he fell to his knees and passed out.
"Ha..hahah..." Momoshiro laughed weakly, pointing a shaking finger at the fallen Eiji. "Ei...ji...passed...Mmpf! E..Ech..Echi..zen?"
Ryoma had passed out too, falling over Momoshiro's knees, causing the second year to slump to the ground too.
Tezuka made his way to the small boy in a less-than-straight line. "Is this supposed to happen, Inui?"
Inui frowned. "No...maybe they couldn't take some of the ingredients or something. Oh well. I'll take care of them."
"IIYA DA!!" the rest of the regulars shouted.
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"Oi. Oiii...Echizen...okite yo! If you don't wake up in two seconds, I'm going to make you smell Kawamura's socks! I mean, Ryuzaki-sensei will call the ambulance!"
Ryoma opened his eyes to the anxious faces of several Seigaku players. Plus that girl, and her annoying friend.
"Ryoma-kun, daijoubu?" the girl asked anxiously. It irritated him.
"I'm perfectly fine." Ryoma got up, shoved Momoshiro out of the way and made his way to the courts. He couldn't believe he'd actually passed out from Inui's stupid juice. So much time was wasted already.
"Oi, Echizen! Matte yo!"
He ignored the second year's cries and went on his own sweet way.
"Ch'," Momoshiro said as he caught up with the shorter boy. "Y'know, you could've at least thanked that girl and her friend and the rest of your fan club for showing their concern. You really are a brat." Ryoma pointedly ignored him.
"What was in that juice anyway? You've never passed out from Inui's concoctions before. You know, you and Eiji were the only ones who passed out. I wonder why the rest of us didn't."
What kind of a lame brain wants to pass out from Inui's juice? Momoshiro. Ryoma laughed inwardly at the joke he had made to himself, and continued ignoring Momoshiro's chatter.
When they reached the courts, Eiji had apparently recovered too as he jumped and joked around.
"Okay, Ryoma, you're up with me," Fuji called.
Ryoma grabbed his racket from where he had left it lying on the court and joined Fuji at the far end.
"I'll let you serve," Fuij called out.
Ryoma nodded and collected a stray ball. He proceeded to serve...and failed.
Huh? Am I dreaming or something? I can't...hit the ball!
He tried again...and failed.
Fuji, not missing what was happening, walked in disbelief towards the first year, who was still attempting to serve, and failing to even make racquet and ball connect.
"Are you okay, Ryoma?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Yes," Ryoma growled, and swiped at the ball furiously with his racquet, missing again.
On the opposite side of the court, an anguished howl was heard.
"UNNYAAAAAAAAAA!! What happened to me!! Argh, try that again Kaidoh!"
"I think we have a problem," Fuji commented to himself, seeing that Ryoma was still furiously trying to serve.
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"I can't play tennis!!" Eiji howled. He turned to Inui and jumped him. "It's all your fault!! What the heck was in that juice!"
"Make it go away, and fast," Ryoma threatened the bespectacled third year with his most electrifying glare.
"Hmm..." Inui mused, looking at his date booklet while shoving off the very unhappy Eiji. "Apparently I've given you the wrong juice. I was experimenting with a new kind of juice yesterday, and I must have mixed some of it into today's juice. Since it isn't miscible, it makes sense that not everyone was affected by-"
"ARRGH! Who cares?!" Eiji yowled as he grabbed Inui's collar. "I want to play tennis!!"
"Hey Horio!" Momoshiro yelled to the first year. "Guess what? You can finally beat Echizen today!"
Ryoma delivered the Killer of all Glares.
Oishi sighed. "I knew it was going too far. What are we going to do, buchou?"
Tezuka glared at Inui. "Inui, get lost and make an antidote. Eiji, Ryoma – 100 laps."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT? Buchou!! I've suffered enough!! Oishiiiiiiiii tell him!"
Oishi shrugged and grinned weakly at his doubles partner. "If you can't play tennis, you can at least improve your stamina...."