Title: Cherry Stems

Summary: The daily life of Sakura Haruno and the tennis boys. She loves making their lives a little more painful everyday.

Word count: 875


Sakura was out and about on the courts today with nothing to do. The boys were doing some activities inside and she didn't really feel like joining them today.

She had never really gotten why she had even been invited to join this training camp. She wasn't a regular sports model, she didn't really promote sports, besides the occasional sports brand, and she wasn't really a athlete. That didn't mean she was unfit by any means, she just happened to be more into the hit to hand combat sports. Though she did dabble in volleyball in high school.

Now that she thought about it, she didn't even play tennis! She had grown up around it but had never really gotten into it, the sport had never really caught her attention. Now the players on the other hand, well let's just say a good handful of them had caught a little more than her attention.

That didn't mean she went around playing with them, no she happened to only want one of those players. But what can you do when you flirt without even meaning too?

Taking a seat down on one of the many benches, Sakura sat there and just...stared. Stared at the court that had brought so much blood, sweat, and tears to so many people. People with hopes and dreams that had been crushed, because hopes and dreams can only get you started, it's your will that brings you all the way, "How...sad."

Sakura leaned forward into her palms as she could see all the tennis courts, all the matches play in her mind. All the winners and losers. And it could only bring a smile to her face because all those courts always had the same winner, the boy who had unknowingly stole her heart.

"Hey Sak! Whatcha doing out here?" A loud male voice called out to her. The person was running towards her, in a rush too.

The pink haired model turned to the side to see one of her favorite red haired players running towards her with a grin on his face and a bag full of...was that the boys shirts?

"Bunta, what are you doing? And why do you have so many shirts in your bag?" Sakura lamely waved at him before he stood before her with a never ending laid back grin.

"Felt like having some fun today. Would you like one, someone rather lucky just might get to visit your dorm tonight looking for a shirt." He grinned at her slightly shorter former, he was really only an inch taller than her

Sakura couldn't help but laugh at his course of action, really only someone like Bunta would think of doing something like this, "Well if you offered, a lady really can't refuse can she?"

He handed her one of the shirts and was off yet again, not before waiting for Ryoma and some of the other shirtless tennis boys to round the corner and see him give the model a peck on the cheek, "See you later, Sak!"

Sakura stood there with a slight splash of pink on her face but quickly recovered with a laugh and waved him off; making sure not to show off the shirt she had in her hand, "Bye Bunta!"

"BUNTA!" The loud scream of the other tennis boys roared loudly as they nearly broke into a sprint to catch the red haired thief. Oh when they get there hands on him!

Sakura could only laugh harder as a flash of shirtless tennis boys ran past her with the intent to maim the poor red head. She watched as they rounded the next corner and a loud crush was soon followed as well as grunts and threats to a certain male.

"Hey Cherry, what's so funny?"

Sakura turned around to find the older tennis boys, who also happened to be shirtless, rounding the corner with a nonchalant expressions, "Oh, nothing, just got a little surprise from Bunata is all."

"Oh what kind of surprise?" Ryoga looked down her with a raised brown at her grinning face.

"Nothing special."

"Really now? Cause you don't ever grin like that for nothing."

"I promise."

"Mh, if you say so. So are we on for a movie tonight?" Ryoga gave up on pursuing the topic of her surprise and took a seat next to her as well as the other boys.

"Sorry, I just might have some rather interesting company tonight. Tell Bunta I said 'Thanks', okay? Bye boys."

And with a small teasing, flirty smile, Sakura stood up and walked away with a now neatly folded shirt in her hand. Ryoga watched her hips sway ever so lightly and-

Wait had she just said she was having someone over that wasn't him?!

"Wait! Sakura! Come back here! Who's coming over!? Is it that brat Bunta!?"

The other high school boys of the USA U-17 couldn't help but laugh as their teammate went running after the model.