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Yanagi carefully drew the plan out on line paper in clear, neat letters. "Okay. First, we break Kirihara out of jail, and then we go and beg Yukimura to save us! It's just that simple."

Sanada, whom Yagyuu had thoughtfully included, raised his eyebrows. "How do you know Yukimura can save us?"

Marui crossed his arms. "Of course he can! Mura-buchou can do anything! After all, he's the child of god."

Yanagi looked surprised. "I never do get that nickname," he sighed. "It's just too...too... illogical! You are only the child of somebody if they are your natural parents! Yukimura was not figuratively a child of god, since he never lived in heaven nor had a sibling named 'Jesus'. It's illogical."

Niou snorted (he seemed to snort a lot these days). "Gosh, Yanagi. You're so analytical it's pathetic. And by the way, I don't think we need your plan anymore."

Kirihara stepped out from behind Niou. "Hey senpai! Niou-senpai broke me out of jail today. It was awesome. I want to know how you can hack into the security system, cut open the lock with a chainsaw and escape without being caught!"

Jackal decided it was time to take charge. After all, he is Kirihara's babysitter and the most motherly of them all. (Also, he had the most common sense, as he believed). "Kirihara, I don't think you would want to know how Niou does all those things. After all, that's what thieves do."

Niou smirked. "Don't you want to know where I learned all these things?"

Jackal rolled his eyes. "I am SO desperate to know, Niou-sama," he replied sarcastically.

Niou grinned. "You see, I have these relatives, who..."

Marui blew a bubble. "We don't need to know about your numerous uncles who are involved in the black society or who are homicidal maniacs."

"Hey! How did you know?"

"All of your relatives are like that. I am surprised that you aren't in jail."

"Shut up. My uncles and aunts are really nice...they taught me how to hack into security system, crack locks, hack passwords, blow up things, hack into bank accounts, rob a bank..."

Yagyuu adjusted his glasses. "Rob a bank? Did you actually rob one, Niou-kun?"

"No."

"Oh that's fine then-"

"But I watched my grandma. You see, watch and learn."

"Robbing banks is a violation of the law and policy of..."

"Nobody cares what you say," responded Niou, making a face.

"I am offended!"

"Oh just SUOIWTYAAMYS!"

Kirihara looked at Sanada in wonder. "What does that mean?"

"It means: Shut Up Or I Will 'Tarundoru' You All And Make You Suffer."

Yanagi clapped. "That is quite a amazing discovery of a new slang word, SUOIWTYAAMYS!"

Sanada beamed. "I knew you would appreciate my intelligence!"

"I was using sarcasm," Yanagi pointed out.

Marui cleared his throat. "Aren't we supposed to be telephoning Yukimura now to beg him to save us?"

Everybody nodded in unison and 'Ooh!'ed and 'Ah!'ed at Marui's suggestion. They immediately rushed to the nearest phone booth (which was quite a amazing sight, 7 teenagers rushing down the street). When they reached it, they began a intense round of 'rock, paper, scissors!' to decide who would phone Yukimura. Marui won.

Marui dialled Yukimura's number.

"Moshi moshi? This is Yukimura Seiichi. Could you hold for one minute? I am taking a blood test right now."

"Mura-buchou?" sobbed Kirihara onto Sanada's shoulder, who rudely shrugged him off (he was probably still bitter from what had happened like EONS ago).

"Okay! Thanks for holding. What is your name, mister, or miss?"

"It's me, Mura-Buchou. Marui. We would-AH!"

A dagger protruded from the telephone box, just inches away from Marui's hand. All of the regulars scrambled out, and was astonished to see a certain evil coach cleaning her precious dagger and petting dirt of her sleeves daintily.

"Ms. Latnem?" questioned Yagyuu. "May I please ask why did you stick a dagger in the telephone booth, nearly murdering our dear teammate? I don't believe there is any need to murder Marui, since he has not done anything wrong. By the way, brutally damaging the telephone booth, which is public property, is not a very bright thing to do."

"Shush. Anyways...I believe that you should all focus more on tennis than anything else, or there will be certain circumstances that will be paid. If you guys even DARE, to call your captain again using your cell phones, then I am afraid that I will have to deal with your little friend here. You may not even see him ever again! Moo-ha-ha-ha-ha!" She actually said 'moo-ha-ha-ha-ha'. That was like the most evilest laugh of the evil laughs. Truly hair-raising.

The regulars had no choice but to leave for their homes, slightly depressed, but watching Kirihara being dragged away, screaming, by the ugly and fat body guards, was a sort of a twisted entertainment that brightened their day up a little.

Their day brightened up even more when Ms. Latnem slipped on a banana peel, and fell on her face in the middle of the road. A truck came steering at her. She screamed, but got away just in the knack of time.

"Aw, miss!" Niou cried out sadly. He whisked out a cell phone, and speed dialled someone. "Hey, grandma. It's me, Niou. Thanks for that awesome driving, but you missed her. Too bad. Thanks, anyways. Bye!"

A/N: I haven't updated in a LONG time. Just was really busy and stuff. Just a fun fact: I have this friend, who sent me this random email, and at the end she was like "Moo-ha-ha-ha-ha!". It was sort of dumb. I was tempted to swear in the awesome slang word I made up, but then I might have to change the rating, and I don't want to change it.

Thanks everybody for reading! And just a side note: to Cysil-Requiem-here is your idea! I was planning to use it later on, but oh well. And also thanks to Trancy Phantomhive and Kaiesia for reviewing. I'm not sure I got those names right.

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