Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. Depressing, isn't it?

Prelude

The warm morning breeze was peaceful, lazily blowing the branches of a Sakura tree in front of the little grey house. The street beyond it was nearly empty, save for a few cars passing on the way to work. Tinges of color from the sunrise were just beginning to fade, leaving behind a pale blue sky. Everything was calm and quiet.

The birds began to chirp as light filtered through the faded white curtains. Locks of light brown hair fanned out on the pillow, disheveled from sleep. The expression on the face of Seigaku's Fuji Syuusuke was oddly relaxed, giving him an angelic appearance. He dozed quietly, the comforter pulled up to his chin as he lay nestled under the covers. He looked small and helpless; the picture of innocence.

Then, without warning, his ice-blue eyes shot open, glistening wickedly. He jolted upright, throwing back his sheets. Today was going to be special, he could just tell. Something fun was going to happen and it was up to him to get it started. Excited, he hurried out of bed and changed quickly, running down the stairs.

His sister had already left for work, and Fuji had the house to himself. Briefly, he read a note she'd left on the fridge, explaining that she would be out late, before he pulled out a pan to cook his breakfast.

Humming softly with his eyes half-closed, he searched the pantry for wasabi. I mean, seriously, eggs are no good without it! Finding it after a moment, he placed it on the counter before opening the refrigerator.

Inside were nearly a dozen bottles of a new drink that his sister had become attached to. He chuckled as he remembered her warning him sternly not to drink them. Apparently, they had a very high caffeine content. He grinned as he remembered the chaos he'd caused the one time he'd accidentally drunk some of Yuuta's energy drink. Afterwards, he'd been formally banned from caffeine (no, seriously, he'd signed a contract), so it was amusing when his sister had warned him, regardless.

Still, he stopped to stare at the drinks, an idea forming. Forgetting the eggs, he took one out and read the label. The number of digits after the word "caffeine" was impressive. Scanning the label, he saw something written in small print at the bottom. It was a warning, cautioning the consumer of side-effects caused by the product. A particular section caught his attention:

"May cause extreme increase in energy, resulting in twitching, hyperness, quickness of speech, uncontrollable movement, and loss of judgment."

He grinned; yes, this could be fun. Grabbing a couple of eggs, he shut the fridge and set the drink on the table.

He cooked his eggs quickly and took a seat in one of the wooden chairs, placing his food in front of him. As he ate, he looked at the drink going through a list of possible precipitants in his head.

Tezuka? No. He was used to Fuji's tricks, and would – no doubt – keep his guard up.

Ryoma? It probably wouldn't even be worth trying. Most likely, he would be too stubborn and suspicious (though he has reason to be) to drink it.

Inui?Again, probably not a good idea. He would most likely test the drink before consuming it, and Fuji didn't want to risk being forced to drink that awful Blue Vinegar. Uhg!

Taka-san?For a moment, it seemed like a good idea, but it was too easy. Taka-san would definitely drink it without complaint, denying Fuji of any satisfaction for convincing him. Besides, if Taka-san was anywhere nearas out-of-control as he was when he was 'Burning', then there would be trouble. And if he got his hands on a racquet . . . Fuji shuddered at the thought of Tezuka's punishment for causing such a thing. Fuji would probably be running laps until he was thirty.

Kaidou?No. Fuji would bet that it would be interesting to watch, but it wouldn't be worth it. Kaidou would kill somebody for sure – namely Momo.

Speaking of Momo . . . ?Fuji smiled; maybe. But, as he thought about it, his smile began to fade. If Momo lacked good judgment, it was likely that someone would get hurt. He was too strong to be allowed to lose control. He could accidentally injure Ryoma while rough-housing, or go overboard in a fight with Kaidou. Yes; somebody would definitely get hurt.

Fuji sighed as he took a bite of his eggs. What was the point of a good plan if his teammates made it so difficult?! He continued running through his list, feeling apprehensive.

Oishi?. . . DEFINITELY NOT! Tezuka would murder him for sure. He remembered the last time that Oishi'd had an energy drink. . .

Worrying was a part of his nature, but, added with some sugar and caffeine; Oishi went on a fretful rampage. He'd gone from sending Ryoma to the hospital for a paper-cut, to forcing Tezuka to see a therapist. Apparently, Oishi thought he didn't smile because something was wrong with him. Then, later, he brought air-filled sumo outfits for Momo and Kaidou so that they couldn't hurt each other if they got in a fight.

All of this would have been vastly amusing if Oishi hadn't forced Fuji to wear a helmet and full body pads. To make it worse, the helmet was covered with little heart-shaped stickers. Neverhad he been so humiliated. And he almost got his revenge too, but Oishi ended up having to be sedated before Fuji could get to him.

That left only one more regular; Kikumaru Eiji. Fuji debated for a moment, and then his eyes opened, shining sadistically. There was something sinister about the way the cerulean blue darkened, giving off the same sensation as a sea before a storm. He smiled widely and, forgetting about the rest of his breakfast, he grabbed the drink and his bag, and ran out the door.

As he jogged to the school, he couldn't help but grin.

Kikumaru Eiji, you'd better watch out!

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