Author's note: This is short, but I am fairly confident in my work this time. This may be quite boring, but plays quite an essential part in the plot, so please read this through! Read, enjoy, and do review!

"I told you, I don't need anyone to send me home!" Yukiko and the Rikkai tennis regulars were sharing a heated debate of whether blind, poor Mifune Yukiko should be accompanied home. "I have a chaperone! Which isn't you, Bakaya!"

"My dear Yukiko-san," Yagyuu began, "you are a delicate-" that word earned a kick in shin from Yukiko, which Yagyuu tried to ignore, "-lady, and it a gentleman's job to see a lady safely back home. Not to mention that you do not have your eyesight. The streets of Kanagawa are not always safe at this time of the day." Then he proceeded to rub the red spot where Yukiko had just kicked.

"Have you all become deaf? I have a chaperone!" Yukiko looked close to pulling her hair out.

"I think we should be the judges of whether your chaperone is safe enough." Yukimura tapped a finger against his chin, and winced when Yukiko stomped her heel on his foot accurately, squashing his toes.

She tossed a few strands of her silver hair over her shoulder, and scowled. "Fine. Will you leave me alone after that? I am very capable of walking myself home."

"After we take a look at your chaperone, piyo," Niou smirked.

Glaring at thin air, Yukiko drew out a silver whistle and blew. It made a loud screeching noise. People walking by winced and stared at her. A minute passed.

"Yukiko-chan, are you sure-" Marui began, but just then a golden retriever appeared from the corner and bounded towards the girl and pounced on her licking her face.

"Down, Google! Down!" She giggled as she tried to escape from the saliva attack. The dog only complied after staining her uniform, which she did not mind at all. "Hey guys, meet my chaperone. This is Google, my dog. And Google, these are the bad guys who you never should get close to." Yukiko grinned.

It was exactly ten seconds before any of the regulars moved. Jackal was the first to move. "Your chaperone, you meant your...dog?" The dog, who was currently chewing on the bark of a random tree thoughtfully before swallowing it in one gulp. And burped satisfyingly.

"Not just any dog," Yukiko protested, "he's a seeing eye dog, probably more capable than any of you." She jabbed a finger at a random direction, threatening anyone to contradict her.

"Right. More capable." Sanada stared at the dog incredulously. Google was chasing his own tail around and around, his furry tail whacking Marui and Kirihara straight in face, who had crouched down to get a good look at the dog.

Yukiko put a hand over her heart, the other hand resting against her forehead dramatically. "Never judge a dog by its look." She preached. "Google has memorized a lot of routes for me, you dummies. He knows the way home, to school, the park etcetera etcetera. He buys my stuff for me, idiots." She pulled out something out of her bulky bag and started to attach it onto the dog. It resembled something like a handle. Yanagi bent down to help her with it.

"I still think one of us should follow you home, just in case." Yukimura looked dubiously at Google, the golden retriever.

Yukiko groaned. "Fine. But don't let me know you're there. Or I might not be able to resist the urge to kill you."

Surprisingly, the cheerful dog seemed pretty capable, as it led its owner around obstacles and barked at anyone who looked suspicious. They arrived at a skyscraper, where a man in a suit promptly refused the tennis regulars entry. Yukimura looked helplessly through the glass at the blind girl who wore a small smirk on her face as she entered the elevator.

It was lunch break, and Yukiko was spending her lunch with Sanada Genichirou under the cherry blossoms, per her direct orders.

The speaker cackled. "Ah, will Mifune Yukiko-san of class 2-D and Yukimura Seiichi-kun of class 3-C please proceed to the principal's office? Principal Yoshizawa would like to see the two of you. Thank you." Yukiko frowned at the notice.

"ThunderHorse-kun, help me." The command was short but powerful. Sanada stiffened, then shuddered in defeat. He was a man of his word after all. He handed the girl her walking cane, took hold of her arm gently and the two of them walked slowly back into the school.

"Thank you, Sanada-kun." Principal Yoshizawa gave a small smile. "You may leave now." Yukiko raised a eyebrow and Sanada complied.

"Principal, what did you call us here for?" Yukimura asked.

"That is a very good question." The principal nodded. "Rikkai's tennis team is the only team in the school lacking a coach, yes?" Before Yukimura could utter a protest, Principal Yoshizawa raised a hand, silencing the boy. "Please do let me continue. I am not doubting your abilities to lead the tennis team, Yukimura-kun, for you have already claimed the championships twice already. Yukimura-kun, this is your last year of middle school for you, and the last year for you to participate in the middle school Nationals with your fellow teammates. I know that you have taken the responsibility upon yourself to coach the team, and that you have not been able take time to train yourself properly."

Yukimura grew quiet. It was true, very true indeed. So true that he could not believe that the principal had been able to notice it. He enjoyed tennis very much, but as the captain, he had no choice but to step back and lead his team. He had to make his choices as a captain, in order for Rikkai to win.

The principal did not stop there, "which is why, I have arranged for a coach to assist you. I have done a little investigation, and with a few connections and phone calls," he chuckled, "I managed to obtain your best candidate for Rikkai's tennis coach. It is Mifune-san." Yukiko gaped, apparently new at this information as well.

"My apologies, Principal, but I believe the team is very capable-" Yukimura began, but did not manage to finish before the old man shut him up again.
"My dear Yukimura-kun, it is not the matter of your capability, I repeat." He said firmly. "I wish for you to enjoy your last year at Rikkai Dai Fuzoku. You have brought honor to our school for two years now, and I would like to repay in my own way. Please acknowledge that. This is my gift to you, Sanada-kun and Yanagi-kun who have served the team so passionately and selflessly for the previous two years. I insist." And that left no space for argument.

For Yukimura, anyway.

"Excuse me? Principal, why was I not informed of this beforehand?" Yukiko demanded, her fist slamming onto the desk, her dark shades glaring threateningly at the old principal.

Poor Principal Yoshizawa tried to appease the girl on fire. "You see, Mifune-san..." his voice grew into a hushed whisper, "...your other mission...can only let you do that if...remember the deal...a favor...enter Rikkai...investigation..." Yukiko's face grew from agitated to frustrated. After a few minutes of struggling and silent arguing, she finally agreed reluctantly to the proposal as the principal clasped his hands together in delight.

"Thank you, Mifune-san!" He beamed. "I am sure you will get along well with the tennis team!"

Yukiko muttered something unintelligible that sounded like 'crafty old bastard'.

Author's note: Okay, so to clear some stuff up: I am making Yukiko particularly strong for a particular reason, and a very reasonable reason at that. This story will continue into the newest Prince of Tennis manga, the New Prince of Tennis. So read the manga or watch the anime, because part of this will be connected to that. Cheers! Review!