Sorry for the long wait. Here's chapter 4!
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Ryoma had just returned to class unscathed from the cactus incident. He put the cactus on his desk and sat down with his hands behind his head in a cocky manner. He prepared to fall asleep but was disturbed by screams and shrieks of girls in the corridor outside.
Why did girls have to scream so much? He sighed. They scream over every little thing. He decided to take a nap somewhere outside where it was quieter. Ryoma pushed open the door and bumped into someone. Hard.
He looked up. "Buchou."
"Echizen." Tezuka seemed to be contemplating something. Then he stared down at his kouhai. Everyone in the vicinity watched the scene intently, holding their breaths, waiting for something to happen. "Don't let your guard down, Echizen! 100 laps!" Everyone stared in disbelief and shock. He said 100 laps and something about not letting his guard down? He came down here just to say that? Everyone was disappointed and returned to what they were doing.
With that, Tezuka took his leave. Ryoma stood grounded to the spot. He took the trouble to speak to him to tell him that? And what were the 100 laps for? Well, if buchou said it he better do it. He went down to the tennis courts and started running his 100 laps.
Tezuka watched from his classroom window above without any expression on his face. Inui stood beside him scribbling notes. "Was that nessesary?"
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Oishi looked at his friend, Eiji. He seemed unsure. "Are you sure we should do this? I mean shouldn't I give it to him personally?"
"Of course I'm sure nya! Ochibi will reject it if you just give it to him. Its better if you just left it on his chair. Its not like you can find Ochibi anywhere now nya. He sure is mysterious."
"Why not on his table?"
"If anyone sees it, they will take it nya!"
"If you say so." Oishi entered Ryoma's classroom, his face red. Everyone was staring at him. He hurriedly left his gift on Ryoma's chair and exited.
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Panting and dripping with sweat, Ryoma just finished his 100 laps. He bought yet another can of Ponta but did not bother to sniff it, drinking it down as fast as he could. He was seriously dehydrated. Who would not be after 100 laps?
Regaining his composure, Ryoma returned to class, ready to slump down on his chair. "SQUISH!" He felt a wetness spreading over his butt and stood up immediately, spilling the remainder of his Ponta. What was worse was that he felt something wriggling as he sat down. He looked down to find 3 goldfishes dying on his chair.
"Shit!" He cursed. He grabbed an empty container and poured water in before scooping the fishes in. He sighed in relief. Now he had another problem: His wet pants. Really, it looked like he peed in his pants. Cursing, he dug out a pair of shorts from his bag and ran to the toilet, receiving a lot of stares and sniggers.
If he caught the person who did this to him, he would personally murder him or her. No. It was a him. There was only one person he knew who was obsessed with fishes and he would not do that kind of thing. There was only one other person: Kikumaru Eiji.
He changed into his shorts and dumped his pants in class before stomping up the third floor where the senior classrooms were. Unknown to him, a pair of spectacles glinted in a dark corner. "Perfect chance to see what Echizen can do in his rage. Hehe…"
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That's all! It's not a lot, but I've got to do my homework now. Sorry. Please review and tell me about ANY mistakes so I can correct them. This is my first fanfic…