Here it is, chapter 3, and I must warn you. This chapter is wacked.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis

Warnings: This chapter is the result of my brain cells failing.

Enjoy!!!

Niou sighed content as the girl licked her way down to his belly.

He massaged her head fondly and laughed when her tongue tickled him.

The girl lifted her head to apologize, but suddenly her face became distorted.

"I'm sorry, Niou-senpai," Kirihara said devilishly before diving down to kiss Niou's chest.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

Niou woke up screaming. He was sweating badly and his heart was beating fast.

"What a nightmare," he groaned and stumbled into the bathroom.

He washed his face and took off his sweaty clothes.

Niou blushed when he realized he had a hard on.

He groaned again and started getting rid of the problem.

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Kirihara was sitting inside the Club House. Sanada had denied his to go outside, because Inoue from Pro Tennis Weekly was coming to interview the team.

Kirihara was bored and sulking, but Sanada had made it very clear what would happen to him if he let himself be seen. And it wasn't pleasant.

Outside Sanada had barricaded the door and told all the freshmen to guard the club house with their lives. On a bench, Yukimura was enjoying his peaceful live, chuckling at Sanada a few times, but not loud enough for him to hear it.

No, Yukimura wouldn't want his chuckle to discourage Sanada. Because then he had to do all the work himself, and everyone knew Yukimura was too pretty to work.

"Hello, Niou," he smiled as Niou came running. "You're late today."

"M'sorry…weird...all his fault," Niou muttered.

Yukimura decided not to ask for details and gave Niou laps to run.

"Buchou, there's someone standing outside the courts," Yagyuu informed him.

Yukimura looked and noticed Inoue.

He waved slightly before making his way towards him.

"Hello, my name is Inoue. I'm here to interview your team."

Yukimura smiled pleasantly and led him into the courts.

"We are very happy to have you interview us, Inoue-san," Yukimura politely said.

They walked to a set of benches and sat down, Yukimura calling out to gather his team.

When everyone was there, Inoue looked questioningly at Yukimura.

"Where is Kirihara-kun? I have a few questions I want to ask him."

"Akaya is not available today," Sanada cut in.

"A pity," Inoue said.

He opened a notebook and looked at Yukimura.

"You are the buchou, right? Is it difficult?"

Yukimura smiled and shook his head.

"I have a very reliable fukubuchou to help me whenever I need it," he smiled.

"Yukimura…" Sanada's eyes brimmed with tears, but everyone ignored him.

"That must be nice," Inoue said and wrote some notes.

"Niou-kun, you're known as the Trickster. Do you think the name fits?"

Niou smirked wickedly.

"Saa, I don't know. You should ask the others."

"Then," Inoue began, "do you-

"YES!" everyone said mutually.

Inoue blinked surprised and Niou chuckled.

Suddenly a loud 'bang' came from the Club House, startling everyone.

"What was that?" Inoue asked.

"Probably just something that fell down," Jackal said quickly.

Inoue frowned.

"Why is the door blocked?"

Sanada swallowed and looked for help from Yukimura, who was smiling happily.

"Someone in there was gotten the plague, so we're isolating him," he said.

"Then we must help him," Inoue shouted and ran towards the Club House.

"The plague?" Yanagi asked Yukimura, who only smiled.

"Don't worry," Inoue shouted to the one inside, "I'll save you."

He ran towards the door and slammed into it, making the whole house shake.

Inside Kirihara shrieked, thinking the heavens was falling down.

"Oh, spare me God," he shouted.

"I'm coming," a voice said from outside

Another loud bang and the Club House shook harder.

Kirihara winced and hid inside a locker.

He started thinking of all the things he had yet to do, all the people he had yet to scare. He thought of all his team mates and how much he would miss them. Or maybe everyone but Sanada.

He started crying when he understood that he wouldn't be able to eat another chocolate sundae, and cried more when he knew he wouldn't be able to play tennis again.

Suddenly the door to the Club House sprang open and a tall man entered.

"It's Satan," Kirihara howled and ran out of the locker holding a broom.

He pointed the broom towards Satan and was about to attack, when he saw a familiar face.

"Buchou," he cried and ran into his arms.

"Were you scared?" Yukimura said calmly.

"Yes, first the sky was falling down and I thought I'd never see any of you again, and then Satan came and I was so scared," he cried into Yukimura's chest.

"There, there," Yukimura comforted. "It's OK now. The sky isn't falling down, everyone is alive and Satan is actually Inoue-san from Pro Tennis Weekly."

Kirihara sniffed and looked towards Satan-who-was-actually-Inoue and blinked.

"You're right," he said joyfully. "I'm not going to Hell."

He squealed and hugged Yukimura tight.

Yukimura smiled fondly and hugged him back.

Everyone was awed by the sweet moment until…

"Kirihara-kun…what are you wearing?"

Sanada suddenly woke from his trance and shrieked. He had seen him. HE.HAD.SEEN.KIRIHARA…IN.GIRLS.CLOTHES!!!

Oh, the horror.

Kirihara blushed furiously and tied to hide himself from Inoue, who was taking pictures like mad.

"Could you please tell me why you're wearing a cowgirl uniform?" he asked the squirming second year.

"It's because he burned the maid's outfit," Yagyuu said.

Inoue looked questioningly at him before writing in the notebook.

"And why are you wearing girls clothes?" he asked.

"Because they make me," Kirihara said and pointed accusingly at his senpai-tachi.

"They force me to wear this everyday, or else I'm off the team."

Kirihara looked into Inoue's eyes, giving him the puppy eyes.

Inoue melted and gently stroked Kirihara's hair.

"Poor little you," he said compassionately. "They force you to wear this everyday?"

"NOOO," Sanada screamed.

"It's only for a week," Niou smirked.

"Shut up," Sanada spat at him.

"He's the one making me," Kirihara said and pointed a finger at Sanada.

"And the he locked me up in the Club House so that no one would know."

Inoue looked horrified at Kirihara.

"This is unheard of," he said angrily.

"He's lying," Sanada shouted frantically.

"So you didn't lock him up?" Yukimura asked smiling.

"Well, I did, but that isn't what-"

"So you confess that you locked this poor, cross dressing boy into the Club House," Inoue said while writing furiously.

"Listen to me-"

"This is very shocking, very shocking indeed," Inoue muttered.

"I'll be sure to write about this in the report." And then he left hurriedly.

"Well," Yukimura smiled, "this will be difficult to explain."

Kirihara chuckled evilly and gave Sanada his victory glare.

Sanada would definitely think twice before locking Kirihara inside the Club House again.

Oh, my poor brain cells. I actually nearly laughed when I wrote this, which is proof that the humour sucks xS

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