Sorry for the wait, but I've been extremely busy with school. (And I've had a little something called writer's block... :p)

Also, I'd like to ask if someone of you would like to beta the remaining chapters of this story...I'd be SOOO happy if someone would.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis

Warnings: author writing about stuff she has little knowledge of...(meaning Kirihara's new outfit)

Sanada sighed relieved when he saw no report about Rikkaidai in this weeks Pro Tennis Weekly.

He then shuddered when he thought of the methods Yukimura must have used to remain their secret secret.

After all, their reputation would've been crushed. So would their pride. And if there's one thing Sanada cannot live without, it's his honour and pride.

Yes, Sanada smirked and threw the magazine where it belonged, in the trash can, and strolled towards the tennis courts. He might not approve of Kirihara's cross dressing, but he had decided not to let it bother him.

Walking confident into the courts, he saw the other regulars gathered in the corner. Frowning, Sanada walked briskly over to them.

"Why are you not practicing?" he said, causing the other's to jump.

"Sanada, you nearly scared me to death," Jackal groaned and tried to ease his racing heart.

"Oh? Why are you being so secretive?" Sanada asked suspicious.

"We're not," Marui said. "We're just making fun of Akaya."

Smirking he stepped aside and showed the stoic fukubuchou a sight he would never forget.

"G-g-g.." Sanada stuttered. The sweat streamed down his face and neck, his face reddening.

"G-what?" Niou laughed. "Do you approve of my new creation," he joked.

"It's not funny," Kirihara shouted when everyone started laughing.

"You're right, it's not funny," Marui said and wiped away a tear. "It's hilarious."

Kirihara glared at the redhead and stomped angrily away. Or, as much stomping as he could do in that outfit.

"My," Yukimura smiled. "You really outdid yourself this time." He turned to Niou and gave him an approving smile.

"I'm glad you liked it," Niou smirked back.

"Yes,yes," Yagyuu interrupted. "Having Kirihara dressing himself as a woman is fine by me, but honestly…why a geisha?"

"GEISHAAA!!!" Sanada suddenly shouted before running into the club house.

"Yukimura asked me to," Niou said, answering Yagyuu's question.

"Really?" Yagyuu quirked an eyebrow.

"I don't see the problem," Niou muttered to himself. "He isn't even wearing make up."

"Why did you do that?" Yagyuu ignored Niou's muttering and turned to Yukimura.

Yukimura merely smiled back.

"He thought it would be funny to see Sanada's expression," Niou whispered to Yagyuu, who went pale.

"Our buchou is indeed scary," Yanagi, who had somehow heard what Niou, said and scribbled into his notebook with an almost evil expression.

"He's not the only one," Marui muttered.

"Then, Jackal, go and fetch Kirihara and Sanada. We're starting practice," Yukimura smiled and walked over to the court.

Jackal nodded and ran towards the club house to drag Sanada out. It was an almost impossible task, but after some bribes and a little threatening, Sanada finally agreed on coming out.

Finding Kirihara was no problem. Jackal had only to follow the swooning girls. Jackal shook his head sad. Seeing girls acting like this, made him re-evaluate his opinion on girls.

He found Kirihara, and after running away from the girls, they could finally start practice.

"Regulars, today Yanagi has made a special training menu for us," Yukimura smiled.

The regulars groaned. They all knew how tiring Yanagi's training was.

Yanagi stepped beside Yukimura and opened his notebook.

"Yesterday I visited Sadaharu from Seigaku and saw their training. I asked Sadaharu for advice and he gave me this;" he held up a glass filled with some kind of drink.

"He told me that this was his newest creation, and that they always worked on his teammates. So this is what we're going to do. Since today is stamina day, you shall all run around the courts."

Marui frowned. "That's not so difficult."

Yanagi smiled and shook the glass in front of him.

"That is where this comes in."

Kirihara shuddered at Yanagi's smile. So did the rest of the team.

"On my mark..run."

The regulars started jogging around the courts in a slow pace. Kirihara cursed his outfit and lifted up the dress.

"My my, you're being indecent," Marui teased.

Kirihara didn't bother to reply. He was busy enough trying to run straight. When they started nearing Yanagi, he shouted to them.

"I forgot to tell you, but the last one to finish, has to drink this."

Yanagi smirked and at once the groups pace quickened. They all knew that expression too well.

"I'm going ahead," Niou announced and started running down the side of the court. Behind him, Yagyuu also quickened his pace.

"Bastards," Marui shouted and ran as fast as he could. Which, unfortunately, wasn't that fast.

"I won't let you. FIREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!"

A powerful wind hit Kirihara in the back when Jackal ran past him, nearly throwing him to the ground.

He was having a hell of a time, running with his outfit.

"Damn Niou," he muttered and tried to run a little faster.

"How's it going?" Yukimura asked as he ran beside him.

"Just fine," Kirihara said through gritted teeth.

"You're the last one in the group," Yukimura suddenly said.

"I'm not," Kirihara said and looked back, "Sada-"

But Sanada was not there.

"Where is Sanada?" Kirihara asked.

Yukimura smiled and motioned towards the front of the group.

"He ran as soon as he saw Yanagi's expression."

Yukimura chuckled and slowed his pace a little.

"I wonder how the drink tastes?" he said to himself and quickened his pace again.

Kirihara knew what he was doing. He was trying to mess him up, making him lose before the fight was over. But Kirihara wouldn't fall for petty tricks like that.

THUMP

He did, however, fall when his foot crashed into a stone. It was little, but with Kirihara's outfit, much wasn't needed to get him over

Yukimura smiled and waved as he ran further and further away. Soon he was standing with the rest of the group, celebrating their win.

"Hey curly, come here and get your punishment," Niou shouted and laughed loud.

Kirihara cursed and tried to get off the ground, only to find himself wincing in pain. He lifted up his dress and saw his left ankle darken.

"I think I've twisted my leg," he shouted back.

At once Sanada and Yukimura was with him, worried looks evident on their faces.

"We must get you to the nurse," Yukimura said.

Sanada nodded and lifted up Kirihara, bridal style.

"W-wait, I can walk there myself," Kirihara protested.

"Don't be stupid," Sanada yelled. "You're an important player to our team. What would we do if you were seriously hurt?"

Kirihara blushed and said no more.

When they arrived at the nurses' office, Sanada gently lay Kirihara down in a bed and patted his head.

"What?" Kirihara said sourly.

"Nothing," Sanada said, and quickly pulled back his hand.

Unwillingly, Kirihara pouted at the loss of contact.

Luckily for them, his leg wasn't seriously damaged. The nurse told him to take it easy for a couple of days, which also meant taking some free time from tennis practice.

Both Kirihara and Sanada was pissed. And they directed that anger towards Niou.

Yes, that poor bastard probably had to run laps for the rest of his life.

This is so not how I had expected things to go..xD

Anyways, please review. I always look forward to them.