A/N: Possibly the most serious thing I'll ever write on fanfiction...But it also has some crack. I enjoyed writing this though. One more chapter and a possible epilogue. I also realized something. I love writing about Niou and Kirihara. Those two (for me) are hilarious togethor. So, read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. Takeshi Konomi does. If I did own Prince of Tennis then stuff like this would happen.

"I wouldn't worry too much about your sempai, Kirihara-kun. He's going to be just fine. Just a couple days of rest and he'll be back on his feet. Good day," the doctor left the Niou family house.

When Niou's mother had found out that she had caused her son to pass out, she was devastated. She had wondered why she did that to her baby. Then she remembered what Niou had said about her then got over it. Then she realized her son was in pain and stated to care again.

Meanwhile, Kirihara had been deeply worried about his sempai. I mean, wouldn't you be worried if your sempai suddenly dropped after getting hit in the head by an extremely high-heeled shoe? Though Niou was lucky. The silver haired boy didn't have a concussion. He only had a rather large bump on the back of his head from where the shoe had hit him.

Now, Kirihara was over at Niou's house in his room, keeping his sempai company. Fortunately, a certain mother had fixed the trickster's door from the "accident", if you can call purposely running and jumping onto your door an accident.

"Hey, sempai, buchou said he'd come and visit after he ran a couple errands," Kirihara flipped Niou's computer chair around so he was sitting in it backwards.

"Really? No Hiroshi?" Niou asked and Kirihara shook his head 'no' to Yagyuu," I don't blame him though." Silence. Then," If only Sanada was there yesterday when we were throwing paint around."

"Yeah...Though I don't think pink is fukubuchou's color. Green looks pretty good on him. I'm not too sure about orange though," Kirihara continued to ramble on about colors and his fukubuchou in them.

"BRAT! Just stop right there. I know you love fukubuchou, but you don't need to declare what colors you love to see him in," Niou taped over Kirihara's mouth to simply shut him up.

"I don't like fukubuchou! I'm straight!" Kirihara shouted after he ripped the tape off, causing pain across his mouth and Niou added in a 'Sure you are'," I don't get why you pick on me all the time. It's not like there aren't other people to trick, pick, or throw paint on."

"If I remember correctly, you're the one that threw paint at me first."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"KIRIHARA NIOU NEEDS PEACE AND QUITE, AND YOU"RE NOT HELPING BY YELLING!" Niou's mom burst threw the door and started shaking Kirihara senseless.

"Mommy, I see pretty birdies," Kirihara's head was slightly spinning in circles.

"I can't believe you broke my door," Niou looked over the damage his mother caused," Remind me to never mess with a women on her monthly."

"Do you WANT a matching lump on your head?" Niou shook his head violently in the "no" direction," I can't believe kids these days. They have no respect for their mothers." Niou's mother left, rambling, as she went to call someone to fix her son's door. Again. Though it was her fault. Again. No wonder Niou thinks his mother is on a constant monthly.

"Hey brattling, I know what we should do when I can get out of here," Niou said after Kirihara gained his sanity back," We should so go to a recreational basketball game and yell retarded things at the refs." Kirihara gave his sempai a questioning look. "Come on, it'll be fun. Yelling at them for making retarded calls and such. We'll have a blast."

"Can I cover them with paint?" Niou gave a nod to the question, "Will you buy me a Lazy Town DVD if I go?"

Before he answered, Niou noticed something that ought to be pointed out," You know, we haven't talked about preschool shows in a long time."

"I know, we haven't mentioned it for a whole chapter. What is the authoress thinking?" Kirihara and Niou then forgot the last few sentences because the authoress said so.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Niou-sempai, what were we doing?"

"I don't know brattling. Maybe we were getting ready to-"Niou started but this time Kirihara tapped Niou's mouth shut.

"I don't want to hear about the weird things you want to do, sempai," Kirihara threw the tape across the room. Not a smart move on his part because Niou tore the tape off his mouth.

"Well you know what I think about your not wanting to hear what I want to say it's a load of-"

We'll leave the rest of what Niou said to your imagination. Let's just say it was so bad that, when Yukimura arrived, he assigned Niou enough laps to last him a lifetime. That's the story and we're sticking to it.