Author's Note: This was much more amusing to write than I thought. XD Btw, I will make Ryoga about 20 years old here, and Kunimitsu 17, so Ryoma would be 15.. I think.. Around that age anyway.. XD Enjoy! This will be more of Kunimitsu's POV, but we still have Ryoga here. XD And you are all welcome to give me constructive critisicm, to improve.. ;) Oh, this is unbeta:ed, sorry for the mistakes. But do point them out to me.

Ficlet #2: Stop comparing me with characters from various kinds of anime, please.

There was one thing Kunimitsu never would have guessed. One piece of information that he could very well live without. The serious fact was that Echizen Ryoga was an otaku. Somehow, the captain knew that Seigaku's pillar the second had deliberately kept that information from him on purpose. Not that he was that interested in the older brother personally. However, if that person kept insisting on pursuing him, he might as well have some warnings. To be prepared. Honestly.

Having lived and breathed tennis for these long years – combined with the fact that Tezuka Kunimitsu, despite having just begun his second year in high school, he was not very experienced in the area of romance. At all. So the surprise he got from having the second eldest Echizen suddenly appearing at the school's locker room didn't surpass his shock (and embarrassment, since Kunimitsu was then currently only wearing a towel) when Ryoga stalked up in front on him and declared;

"Be prepared, buchou-san!" Ryoga gave a smirk. "From this day, I will do everything in my power to woo and seduce you." He took a step closer and Kunimitsu gave a tiny shiver than only Ryoga noticed, his smirk turned in to a soft smile that only the teen in front of him could see. "And you will be mine." He didn't have the time to react properly – like giving him 100 laps around the city, despite not being a student – when Ryoga stalked away, leaving several very much shocked team-mates. Kunimitsu stod on the same spot, frozen, face blank from emotions and the glasses' reflection hid his eyes. Only a certain tensai, his blue eyes open with a calculating glint, seemed to notice the goosebumps on his arms. And the locker room was scorching.

Back to the present problem.

Kunimitsu was minding his own bussiness, sitting on a bench at the public tennis-court and reading Wuthering Heights for his english homework assignment. When suddenly a presence beside him became known as Ryoga started rambling about how awesome:ly alike he was to characters that Kunimitsu had absolutely no idea of who they were.

Ohtori Kyoya, Doumeki Shizuka, Morinozuka Takashi, Sohma Hatori, Kuchiki Byakuya...

The only name he recognized was Morinozuka, since he caught his grandmother squealing about him to grandfather. Their grandson had quickly escaped that discussion.

"... Of course not only are you so much cooler and adorable than Doumeki..." He twitched at the adorable comment and tried to focus on his own characters he had to focus on; like Heathcliff.

".. and I guess Kyoya isn't that much like you, since he is kind of creepy with his money obsession, even though you kind of live and breath tennis..." Kunimitsu had to give himself credit for not snapping; I do not! With an affronted face. "... no wait, that would be my brother I'm talking about, haha.. But have you noticed that the voice actor to Byakuya sounds like you? I mean it's so deep and sexy-"

He reacted a bit on impulse, turning his head to the babble-mouth's direction and with a slight tilt upwards. It did seem like a good idea at the time. Kunimitsu's mother always did silence his father this way and it always seemed to work. Not that he was that interested in him. At all. It was after all an effective way to keep his mouth shut, literally. Seriously. It wasn't like he liked it... Okay, he may be enjoying this a little bit. Or he just liked the taste of orange juice on those lips. Yes. It probably was just the juice. But he was not in any way encouraging his advances.

Kunimitsu drew away from those dry, yet soft lips slowly and and snapped his book shut. He pierced his eyes against the surprised ones with a certain seriousness and challenge.

"You've got to try harder than that, Echizen." he murmured and grabbed his tennis-bag while standing up. "Mada mada.."

Kunimitsu left abruptly; leaving the other sitting speechless and blinking after him.

Okay, so he was encouraging him a little bit.