A/N: I just realized that I'm being a useless slob. The real 'action' should start at… chapter 4?

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters.

"Ore-sama is not insane, 20 laps around the court!" Gakuto sneered out under his breath, unmindful of the stares and disturbed glances of the other pedestrians that were directed at him. "Insane my freaking hot ass, Ore-sama!"

Mukahi Gakuto, despite many claims from numerous acquaintances and associates in the negative, was rational at times. He knew when to help (meddle) with other people's lives and when to let them solve their problems by themselves. He had a keen sense of judgment whenever he laid down on the vast garden and stare at the blue sky or whenever a certain blue haired prodigy was beside him. The only problem was, his friends (save for Jirou… and Shishido, maybe) never really trusted him due to his rambunctious behavior. He was often seen as the fiery, cocky redhead that never missed the opportunity to tease and taunt others, not the slightly naïve and sociable Gakuto who aced his Physics tests.

Gakuto sighed as he looked up to where his feet absentmindedly brought him. At the sight in front of him, he cursed loudly earning him various bewildered stares. He was currently looking at the fancy designs of the bookstore that he and Yuushi often entered… together.

Together.

Seeing no point in going home early, as his parents were both working late again and his siblings were probably either still at the university or with their friends, Gakuto decided to just waste his time browsing (looking at the colorful pictures!) books and such. He might even buy a book or two! NOT.

After passing by the umpteenth bookshelf, Gakuto decided that the very reason that Yuushi would bring his latest eye candy to the bookstore was because it gave privacy for some touchy-feely, if the badly muffled moans were some indication. Gakuto inwardly sighed as he recalled the times when Yuushi would leave with his current victim after tennis practice instead of walking home with him. He was perfectly aware of Yuushi's status at school as the most prominent rake.

"…Syu-Syuusuke…"

He so didn't need to hear that!

Gakuto's face scrunched up in disgust as the couple that was hidden in the shadows of the towering bookshelf continued their sexual endeavors, and fate must have hated him; it was probably pissing at him too. It was probably sneering out on him now as he noticed that the vocal couple was currently occupying his favorite section (dance and art section) of the shop.

Great, just great!

"…Stop, stop someone's coming" Damn, right you are!

"Don't mind them,"

Nevertheless, the gasps and muffled moans stopped to the redhead's relief. He had his fair share of unintended voyeurism, thank you very much!

But now that he thought about it, 'Syuusuke'? Wasn't the name 'Syuusuke'…

"Hello there," a tinkling voice interrupted Gakuto's rather disturbing thoughts. "It seems that we have a voyeur, right, Tezuka?"

Fuji.

Syuusuke Fuji, the resident prodigy at Seishun Gakuen. Known for his amazing tennis prowess (that's ore-sama's line, Mukahi!) and sadistic tendencies. The name that brought many hearts of girls and boys alike to skip a beat; with light brown hair and blue eyes that shone like diamonds, there was no doubt that he was a golden child.

Can Gakuto's thoughts be more disturbing?

Gakuto suddenly blanched as he recalled his previous train of thoughts.

NO! NO! YUUSHI, YUUSHI!

Yuushi Oshitari, the resident prodigy at Hyotei Academy. Known for his amazing tnnis prowess (do you want suspension, Mukahi?) and promiscuous ways. The name that brought many hearts of girls and boys alike to skip a THOUSAND beats; with blue, sexy hair and deep calculating ayes paired with an equally sexy Kansai-ben voice, there was no doubt that he was the perfect one.

There, much better.

Fuji tilted his head as he gazed at the acrobat whose face was scrunched up in annoyance and delight. In some twisted way the redhead reminded him of his hyperactive best friend, Eiji. It probably had something to do with the fact that the two were so dense. But he would be lying if he said that it wasn't interesting; two opposites with the same problem. Should he help?

'Of course'

A/N: Short chapter is fucking short. I know! I suck, ORZ. D:

Anyways, check my profile, `kay? Yes, I am shamelessly advertising my contest. Bleh. And I am a newly converted Perfect pair fan, don't kill me!

Umm, chapter 3 would probably be ready next week. Yes, next week. But it won't be short like this! I promise.

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