Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters…

Being the lazy person that I usually am, I've totally neglected updating my fanfic over the past…..months. Sorry! School owns my life…I'm now currently in summer school, cramming in speech class to get the credit (sigh). I apologize for the late update…(shot)

This chapter will be focused on Taka (He was practically the only idea that I could think of…). Since we never really do see any mentioning of his sister's name, I had to make something up again. Misa will be the name of his sister (too much Death Note). Also, I'm sticking in Taka's grandmother in here…for whatsoever reason, I do not know XD

Enjoy!

Sweet Dreams

"Onii-chan!"

"Hm?" A boy with brown messy hair looked up to see his sister running towards him. "Something wrong, Misa?"

"Otou-san's calling you. He wants you to head over to the kitchen." Misa replied.

"Oh, okay." Five-year old Taka scampered across the floor, running into the kitchen. Sure enough, his father was there, sharpening knives near the sink.

"Tou-san? Did you need me?"

"Oh, yes! Taka, go over there and grab out the fly-swatter!"

Taka blinked. Say what?

"A fly-swatter?" Taka asked. Maybe his ears needed some washing…

"Yes, and hurry! There's a fly right there near the window and I don't want it to come near my finished dish of sushi!"

"Um…why can't you swat the fly yourself?" Really. Why couldn't his father just put down the knife in the sink and do the job himself? The fly-swatter wasn't that far away…Was the knife more important than swatting the fly?

"Nevermind that! Hurry! That fly's ready to land on the sushi!"

Without another word, Taka did as he was told. He ran over to the cabinet and pulled out the fly-swatter, only to start the ever-so famous line that would stay with him for the rest of his life…

"HORA HORA! BURNING!" Taka grabbed the fly-swatter and began smacking at the fly. "BRING IT ON, YOU NASTY LITTLE FLY! I CAN TAKE YOU ON ANYDAY!"

Kawamura-san dropped the knife in shock. Since when did his son ever have a double personality? He had always known that his son was rather shy in public, but this was his absolute first time seeing such a fierce side of him.

"That boy…I never knew that such a personality existed in him…" he murmured.

"I'm not surprised." A feminine voice spoke behind him. It was his mother. "He gets it from you."

"What? How can that be possible!"

"Oh?" She grinned in amusement towards her son. "You forgot already?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Well, then…let's have a flashback, shall we?"

"Oi! Takashi! (A/N: I'm using Takashi for the name of Taka's dad…)" His mother (the grandma but younger now) called. "Get that fly away from the sushi on the dinner table!"

"Hai!" Takashi looked around the kitchen for something to use. A-ha…a fly-swatter…

Cue the double personality.

"BURNING!"

"Eh? I did that!" Kawamura-san exclaimed. He had totally forgotten about it.

"Well, now you know you did. I'm not surprised that Taka's got the same problem as you. It probably runs in the family." The elderly women left.

Kawamura-san looked at his son. Taka was still swatting like a madman. "He gets it from me, eh? Huh…" he thought.

Moments later…

"O-oi! Taka, you can stop now!" The father noticed that his son was ready to slam the fly-swatter down on the table. "Put that fly-swatter away--"

Too late.

The once ready-to-eat plate of sushi was now completely destroyed. At the same time, the fly-swatter was lying on the floor, safely away from Taka's hands.

"TAKA!"

Author's notes: I apologize if this chapter is horrible…I was completely out of ideas and I really did not know what to write (sigh). But thank you thank you thank you for the wonderful reviews you all put in even when I didn't update!

…now I need to think up more ideas…(headdesk)