Disclaimer: I own the weirdness, not the characters.

Note: Sorry for not updating in ages because I have been really busy and haven't been able to write fanfiction! I'm also suffering writer's block, so updates will be slow for a time [hopefully when holiday's come I can get some more chapters written].

"Enter, my subj- Ah, I mean, come in, you two," Ryuuzaki corrected after receiving a punch from Sakaki. Two tensais entered, slouching and shuffling into the room at a pace which started driving the coaches insane, so by the time they got to their seats everyone else in the room was basically fuming in

annoyance.

"Well, now that you slackers have finally arrived, we can get on with the torture," Ryuuzaki said, sounding very irked. The two tensais smiled.

"You two are here-"

"Because of our wondrous personalities?" Fuji offered.

"Because of our great looks?" Oshitari added.

"Shut it you sadistic imbeciles!" Ryuuzaki growled.

"I'm amazed to see that it's not Sakaki being the mean one," Oshitari whispered to Fuji. Sakaki barely overheard, and couldn't decide whether or not to take this as a compliment or an insult. He started to contemplate...

While Sakaki was off in wonderland, the old hag continued. "You're here because we coaches believe that you need to be more...fired up, when you play your tennis matches."

Fuji raised an eyebrow, "Like Kawumara, sensei?" He asked innocently.

"NO NOT LIKE THAT! Ahem. What we mean is...well, try," she said. "That's why we have arranged opponents for you to play to help you get fired up."

The door flung open, 'ta-da' music sounded, and a figure stepped out of the smoke and glitter that had appeared. Momo scratched his head in confusion. "Ah, was that my cue?"

"Yes," Ryuuzaki groaned, exasperated. "Oshitari, you will be playing Momo. Since your last match with him brought out your true potential, we thought he was a worthy opponent."

Oshitari blinked, and the two left to go to the tennis courts (which could be seen from the window, because of course there were courts nearby)(and yes, this room has windows )

She turned to Fuji, "And for you, Mitzuki."

Silence.

"Do I get smoke? Music? Anything?" Mitzuki asked, stepping into the doorway, doing spirit fingers and all that jazz for some attention (in which, he got none, because it's Mitzuki).

He cleared his throat, "I am glad to be playing you again and be warned that I will play to my best ability to fulfil my duty in firing you up in tennis." He ended his heroic speech with a cocky smile towards Fuji, who returned it with a blank stare.

"We only really placed him against you because we love seeing him get smashed," Ryuuzaki whispered to Fuji, in which the other coaches nodded, knowing what she was saying. Fuji left to play with Mitzuki.

20 minutes later

Pant...pant..."You've really improved, Oshitari," Momo voiced tiredly, sweat dripping off his face.

"5-love, game to Oshitari!" The ref yelled.

"You are playing well also, Momoshiro," responded Oshitari offhandedly, still debating with himself whether or not he should fake his enthusiasm, or be as cool as ever to tick the coaches of.

Thwack

The ball flew into Mitzuki's face. When he turned to Fuji, his face was painted in amazement. Fuji wasn't usually a violent player, but he couldn't resist letting rip an unexpected Twist Serve aimed to hit the other boy. Mitzuki was sweating profusely, and panting so loudly it was disturbing.

"3- love, game to Fuji!" The coaches came over to see how the match was going. The all nodded in approval and moved on. Why check how Fuji was going when you could see that Mitzuki was suffering? That was success in itself.

The coaches had just arrived to see the last rally between Oshitari and Momo.

"Match, Oshitari," The ref announced, and the two players went to shake hands.

"Great game," Momo huffed, exhausted. Oshitari smiled, but said nothing. This was really a waste of time.

"Oshitari! Why are you not panting like Momo!" Ryuuzaki somewhat ordered.

"You can't expect me to become 'fired up' in a match against someone I've already played and beaten. Let alone him. No offense," Oshitari replied, almost disinterested, with a gesture to Momo, (who luckily was too tired to retort).

"That's no excuse!"

"That's a mediocre comeback."

"Sakaki!"

"Hey Oshitari, was that a compliment or insult before?"

"Of course I meant it as a compliment to your kindness."

"ARHG!" Ryuuzaki exclaimed rather childishly at the exchange, then becoming even more exasperated when she saw the ambulance taking Mitzuki away. A guilty Fuji made his way over.

"Gomen, Sensei. It seems he is not...physically able to play me ever again," apologised Fuji with a deep bow.

"ALL OF YOU, 30 LAPS!" She yelled angrily. Fuji and Oshitari pointed to themselves innocently.

"YES YOU!" The other coaches repeated the gesture.

"YOU TOO!"

Everyone rose their eyebrows at the growing hulk behaviour of their sensei, when a water balloon hit Ryuuzaki's head. With a scream, she ran off into the building.

"I give that revenge a four," Oshitari commented.

"If only they had been filled with syrup, it would have been a seven," Fuji critiqued.

Elsewhere:

"Ore-sama is proud of his precision," Atobe gloated.

"Impressive, Monkey King," Ryoma, oddly, agreed. Atobe twitched, but remained smiling.

"Well, ore-sama believes we pulled off a satisfying revenge."

"Mada mada dane," Ryoma merely stated with a sip of his ponta, before he left.

"What are you saying, brat," Atobe challenged after him. Ryoma smirked.

A/N: I feel like I have a lot of smirks in here...R&R ^o^