Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis because I suck at tennis and drawing hunky men. But I can draw girls, which is the reason why I watch way too many shojo and magical girl animes. Might as well chuck my head on a gullotine and do a service for all the yaoi fans out there. We love you all, but this time, I'm going to be the straight shipper for now! XD XD XD Sorry for the slow update. I was busy. Really busy.

"Did you hear that?" Yuuki asked Tsuyoshi as a weird drilling sound was above their table.

"No I don't," he answered primly. "Is it disturbing you?"

"...No. Never mind it anyway."

"This is funner than the time where Tezuka had to tutor a new girl in our class," Takashi remarked, as he observed Inui pouring a whole pitcher of Aozu into the classy soup bowls.

"Really? He's your captain... right? What happened to the poor girl?"

Takashi frowned. As the last chapter says, he never was one to eavesdrop.

"They went out in secret after a couple of months. Nobody know except me because my sushi parlor is always the place where they take first dates. I have no idea what happened to them after that. Not even Fuji knows."

Rina smiled. It was a happy-ever-after for them. "Wow. Thanks... for telling us."

"It's okay. I know that you wouldn't tell the whole world, right, Rina?"

He looked expectantly at her and she nodded.

She felt that she should tell him something private, but she reasoned that she didn't need to. Besides, Akutsu was there.

Akutsu looked up, smoking a weed and staring at the laptop screen.

"Oy, Rina. Look at this now. There's this guy, somebody from your tennis team, Kawamura, he's spritzing the poor dude with the pepper spray."

"What?!? Is that what pepper sprays are for?"

"Um, yes."

"NOOOO!!!!" Takashi cried as he beat the laptop indignantly. He was such a sucker for any of the hurt or wounded, like Oishi. (A/N: See my last story.)

Akutsu looked disturbed. "Chill, man. Relax, relax."

Kawamura looked outraged. "I didn't want Inui to do this! Buurrrning!!!"

By now Rina looked concerned. "You can go into the burning state even without a tennis racket? Chill pills, Ta-ka-shi."

She put a finger on his lips, and using her feminine charms and personality, she got him to shut up.

"Shh. This matter is not finished yet."

Inui Sadaharu was having a lot of fun. First, he got a victim to try the newest batch of juices. Then he seasoned the steak by "spraying" the infamous pepper spray. Oh, yes. He was having a field day.

The lady looked alarmed at her companion, who seemed to mutter a string of incomprehensible phrases under the spell, obviously leading Yuuki to believe that he was actually in a deluded state of mind. She took out a cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"Um, waiter? Do you know why he is like this?" She pointed a finger at Tsuyoshi, who was slowly but surely turning blue.

Inui smiled, a taut leer at his lips, radiating everywhere the aura of evil. "I have absolutely no idea."

"Mmm..." Rina hummed pleasantly. "Revenge gives me a warm fuzzy feeling. Ne, Jin?"

He nodded sagely. "Yes."

Kawamura had his eyes opened, shocked. Whoever thought Rina was an innocent poodle puppy clearly did not know her well enough.

Then Akutsu whispered in his ear, "Idiot. Take her somewhere."

That just made things worse. He wasn't exactly a novice at girl things, but just the thought of Rina...

"C'mon, Rina. Wanna go for some crepes?"

"Um..."

And then he saw it. She was enjoying turning that man blue. She was caught between crepes and revenge. No, maybe a bulldog puppy. That was one kind of breed Rina could be classified in.

"I'll have the mocha-chocolate!" she said in a sing-song kind of voice, and hearing her voice made him feel happy. Kind of. Just like when Fuji asked him to borrow his racket, but that was a different story.

"What flavor are you? I think you're kind of like strawberry and also a little spicy too." She tilted her head. "Hmm..."

"You're talking about my alter-ego, right?" Takashi was smiling, as if Rina had said something funny and he was waiting for the right timing to laugh.

Jin gnashed his teeth. The author was taking her sweet time torturing him with the essence of pink bunnies, and now, he had to suffocate through the cute sugary stuff without being allowed to gag.

He left the room. No need to see the rest of the peep shows.

Author's Note: I have a severe writer's block, that's why I can't think of good scenarios, and that is really frustrating. I managed to turn everything sappy, but... it's not interesting, so... it's Labor day, and I should do something productive...