A/N: Badummmm. Fourth Chapter. Thanks to my dear followers uvu

Warnings: Pairings contains Tezuka x OC. If you're not OC pair type of person, why're you still here? D:

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis and all of the characters. The characters belongs to its respective owner. I only own my own OC.

Summary: It's the first day of summer camp, but Kameyo's running late!

The caramel, who was finally lying down, now stared at the broad back of her childhood friend. She blinked at the sight of his generosity. She understood him.

Upon feeling the contact, Kunimitsu then squeezed her cold trembling hand and closes his eyes. In a way, assuring her that, he'll be around.

In a way, telling her that, it will be fine.

She then drifted back into her sleep and had a dream of them from a long time ago.

-u-

They were probably around 7 that time, when the brunette was still a young boy, heard the sounds of glasses breaking from across of his room. It was 3 in the morning, everyone were deep in their sleep - not noticing what could have happened. He noticed that it didn't come from his own house but the one across of his...

Tugging the blinds to the side, he looked towards the dark room of his new neighbour.

There, he saw a girl. One with a rather long hair, and she seemed rather distraught. He opened his window, not knowing what he was thinking - and it has gotten her attention. She jolted and turned to look to the side, noticing him leaning at his window, greeting her.

She has a weak smile on her face when she saw him.

"S-sorry... You're still awake?" said the girl as she gently wipes her cheek.

It was dark, though her features could be seen, as it was reflected by the moonlight. Her eyes were swollen and it seemed that she hasn't gotten any rest. There were tears in her eyes. She was crying.

"Tomorrow is Sunday," replied him shortly. He was probably doing an extra studies late at night.

It was odd, because she honestly seemed like a cheerful girl when her grandfather brought her to visit his family earlier.

"Do you.. have trouble to sleep?" asked young Kunimitsu.

His dark brown orbs carefully inspected as she nodded to his questions. He had a rather stoic expression in his face, it was quite confusing to her when he decided to stare at her for a moment. After a while, he turned around, and dragged the chair from his study desk and propped it next to the window so he could sit on it and faced her again afterwards.

"Um," replied her.

They've exchanged awkward glances - though it was mostly only awkward from her end.

"Well, try to sleep. I'm here, so you don't have to be scared," said the gentle young Kunimitsu.

She averted her glance to the floor, and nodded as he said so.

"Because you're here.."

Young Kunimitsu didn't know for whatever reason made him said what he just did. He failed to realize the sorrow buried inside the other's small chest, and he regretted not talking to her earlier afternoon when they came.

It was a little too complicated for that young boy to understand, but he came to - as he grew.

-u-

It was about 5 o'clock in the morning, and the brunette has already fallen asleep, sitting, whilst accompanying his childhood friend to sleep. As the rest of the elders woke up, they were surprised to find him in front of Kameyo's tent, but they weren't trying to wake him up in any way.

"Seems like Mitsu's accompanying Kame-chan again," said Kuniharu.

Kameyo's own grandfather sighed as he looked at the boy, nodding to what the other have said.

"It can't be helped after all..., I meant, after what happened to her."

"Well, it's alright, lets just leave them to sleep for a little longer."

"Kame-chan's going with Kunimitsu-kun to the training camp for a week right? In the mean time, we'll take care of you, Tanaka-san." said the boy's mother.

"Ah~, sorry for the trouble. She need to have a proper youth instead of taking care of this old man, isn't that right?" replied Kameyo's grandfather, with his usual laugh.

Somehow it feels great that his granddaughter could depend on someone. It felt even better that she's doing something other than wasting her days as a teenager, taking care of him - so he thought.

Around afternoon, the families took a dip in the river whilst Kunimitsu's mother prepared food for them to eat, before they start packing up to go home later that evening.

-u-

"Kame-chan! Quickly get ready! Kunimitsu-kun is waiting!"

Kameyo's grandfather called for her whom was still getting ready upstairs. There was no replies. The old man put his hand on his waist, and the other on his kiseru whilst sighing.

"This is helpless! Kunimitsu-kun, please go upstairs and check what that brat is doing," said the older man as he scratches his back.

Kunimitsu only nodded to that and settled down his luggage by the living room of the Kaido's household and headed upstairs, to the other's room. He then knocked on the door - again, there was no answer.

Sighing, he twisted the doorknob and helped himself in. "I'm coming in."

Comically, the upper part of his face turned dark, as he saw Kameyo still sleeping comfortably in the kotatsu.

"Will you wake up - it's not even the season for kotatsu," thought the boy.

He thought of ways to wake her up. Grabbing her alarm clock that seemed to still be ringing under her pillow to her ears, that - doesn't work. He was quite impressed, should he say, that she couldn't even hear them at the first place. It was quite loud.

The alarm stopped ringing after a while, such a hard sleeper, she is. Kunimitsu stared at the other's sleeping figure, and without realizing, he was already kneeling next to the girl.

He reached out to touch her forehead, and went to stroke her head before pulling back.

This can't do, at this rate, they'll be late.

And she was sleeping in an orange tank top, which bothered him a little, due to the visibility of her cleavages.

He shook Kameyo gently, she only shifted around and mumbled comprehensible things.

"Kameyo," called him, with a clear voice.

Mumbling, the girl opened her eyes slowly and rubbed it before turning to look at the figure kneeling next to her. She frowned and yawned widely as she decided to sit up.

He was surprised that she woke up so easily when he called out her name - but not the alarm clock.

"Mitsu - What are you - AHH! I'M LATE, AM I?!" Kameyo mumbled, though her voice became louder and clearer from being startled.

The brunette then sat back on the well furnished wooden floor as he fixed his Seigaku uniform. She seemed to not mind having him in her room, waking her up and all. She searched around for her alarm clock, and realized that it was only 5 in the morning.

"Ei ei, that surprises me," said her, in her thick hometown accent.

Scratching her stomach, she pulled her towel from a nearby rack and went to her dresser to grab some clothes to change into. She properly hid her undergarments so the other couldn't see it. Embarrassed, that it wasn't as womanly as other people would have it.

"You can wait here or wherever you want, I'm going to take a shower," mumbled the girl as she headed out from her room to the bathroom.

Intrigued, the boy looked around in Kameyo's room, since it was his first time being in here. He shifted to the side slightly, but his hand hits the JUMP collections she has on the floor.

Now that he looked at it, the floor is a total mess. Music sheets, JUMPs and DVDs everywhere. Was she comfortable in this?

He stood up, realizing that there was a large whiteboard, filled with pictures that were pressed with magnetic pins to keep them sticking to the board.

There were a lot of it, and he was mesmerized.

"This was from the opening ceremony.." thought the boy.

There were many pictures varying from their pictures together, pictures of her and his family, the pictures with her girl friends and also the pictures of . . . -

"Me?"

It was the pictures of him from the tennis' tournament.

He still remembers what she said back then.

"Don't joke with me old man. Why should I watch Mitsu's tournament if I don't like tennis? After all, it was tennis that injured his hand..." Kameyo said while pinching the bridge of her nose.

He couldn't help but to smile when he saw it.

"You were watching after all."

A/N: Uwa somehow this one has more words than chapter 3. Thanks for reading!