Author's Notes: Hello again, everyone! I'm actually not dead, thank you. Nor was I in a comatose state. I actually lost interest in this for a while, but it's all back now, so to redeem myself...
Three chapters.
-Laughs.- Weren't expecting that, were you? Enjoy! (Even though they're very short...)
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
Catch Me When I Fall – Chapter Four
"You ignored the parentheses," Tezuka pointed out politely. The teacher flushed and babbled apologies to his students before going back and fixing the mistake.
A female student on the other side of the room made a loud comment in response to this daily occurrence: "Tezuka-kun would be more efficient as our teacher than Sakuragi-sensei!"
Tezuka made a soft, non-committal sound in his throat as a response just as the warning bell rang. He picked up his math materials and shifted to get out of his seat.
Chemistry next, and then tennis practice...after tennis practice, there is...nothing. Ryuzaki-sensei doesn't need to speak with me today, so I get some free time. Maybe I should go and perfect my right-handed Zero-Shiki Drop Shot.
He nodded slightly, contented with the idea that his right-hand would soon be able to perform his trump card perfectly...and opened his locker to store his math textbook.
An envelope fell out, unexpectedly – Tezuka's eyebrows raised and he picked it up.
It was solid white in colour, not like the pink stationary his fangirls tended to use. Maybe one of the other regulars were informing him of something? Perhaps it was from Fuji – the genius did like to use such unorthodox methods as sticking envelopes into lockers...
Tezuka glanced at his watch. He had four minutes until he would be late for chemistry...there was time. He carefully tore open the envelope, which revealed a sheet of paper.
'Tezuka -
Don't worry, this isn't some sort of cute little confession from one of your infinite fangirls. If I were next to you right now, I might roll my eyes at the idea...
I've been told that you're the student body president for Seigaku? If you are, then, well, you're probably very busy after school.
I personally don't care.
I'd like to see you after Seigaku dismisses. Do you know the park near your tennis courts? I expect you to be there. If you're not, I'll nag at Atobe until he gets fed up and arranges a meeting...I know no bounds, after all.
Mukahi Gakuto'
Tezuka stared at the note in disbelief, extremely amused, though his countenance showed nothing of the sort – exactly how did Mukahi manage to get an envelope into his locker? The last time he'd checked, Mukahi was a student of Hyotei, not Seigaku...
Two minutes. No time to wonder about that. Tezuka returned the letter to his locker, collected his materials, and strode off.
Needless to say, he didn't pay any attention in his lesson at all.
Gakuto hastily sneaked past the double doors that weren't guarded – typical of such mediocre schools – and performed a double-flip over the Seigaku fence, clearing it without having to open the fence and possibly setting off some alarm.
On the safe cement, he breathed heavily, panting and making a note to really do something about that damned stamina.
Then he heard the sound of a guard dog bark and squealed, running out at mach speed.
The stray animal that happened to be passing watched the blur of bright vermilion curiously, then shook its head and continued in its leisurely walk.
End Chapter Four
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