Kyandi: Hey everyone!

Shunsuke: We're back.

Kyandi: And after the last chapter, guess who is going to be joining us...that's right!

Hikari: Hello, everyone! Long time, no see!

Kyandi: I guess I didn't do a very good job with suspense, since all of you pretty much already knew Hikari was going to be in one of the teams. I suck.

Hikari: I highly doubt any of them are disappointed. I am your main character.

Kyandi: True.

Shunsuke: Can we move on now?

Kyandi: Yep! Everyone enjoy and review.

Hikari: Kyandi-sama does not own New Prince of Tennis.

Chapter 7 Greece Vs. South Africa

The announcement had several boys on different teams choking on drinks or sputtering as the smoke screen over the Greek team's entrance parted and out stepped Hikari sporting the Greek team's hooded jersey. Smoke curled around the girl as she slipped through it, waving it away from her face. Tezuka shifted forward in his seat, unable to believe his eyes. She had done it once again. Hikari had managed to weasel her way into another boys sectioned, tennis event. But that wasn't what really caught him.

So much had changed in the short time they had been apart.

She wore the hooded jersey of the Greek team, standing out in stark white with sky blue stripes in the form of the Greek flag. It was left open over a form fitting tank top of the same design, solid blue tennis shorts, and white sliders. She wore a blue headband today, Higarashi stamped across the length of it. The same bandages were still in place on her left arm and leg. Her hands were jammed into the jersey pockets and she walked with a straightness to her back that she hadn't had even when playing the company face of the Japan branches of her family's companies.

Her shoulders were set back and squared, her chin raised in defiance and challenge, and her eyes set only on what was in front of her. There was a distance in her expression that Tezuka had never seen. Her silver eyes were narrowed, the white lashes casting shadows over those expressive eyes. Tezuka stared at that closed off face for the longest second of his life, before he finally realized her biggest physical change.

Her bangs still curled in around her face, shorter now than the last time he had seen her, but the back of her hair was currently spiking away from her head. She had completely done away with the rattail and he wasn't sure how to feel about the short-as-a-boy's hair-do. And she obviously hadn't bothered with trying to get the back of her hair to lay flat on her head.

Tezuka could still see the chain that suggested that she was wearing her mother's locket and as the girl made a gesture with her left hand, her father's watch winked in the sunlight.

Typical Hikari.

Her ears had acquired another piercing and she looked taller than she had before he had left Japan. But what had changed the most, was the look in her eyes. There was something more...fiery, determined, than he had ever seen before. There was no smile on her face and there was now a scar over her left cheek that hadn't been there when Tezuka had last seen her.

Among the Japan boys, Sanada frowned when he saw the scar. It was in the exact same place as where he had accidentally hit her with his racket during their Doubles match with Tanegashima and Omagari. It made his feel bad that the hit, though accidental it had been, had left a scar behind.

Silence probably would have reined in the arena if not for the Greek cheering section who would have drowned out even the German supporters. Among the closest section of that cheering squad, Tezuka could make out two of Candyce's older brothers, the two louder than ten people combined. Shunsuke had said that Candyce's little brother, Teal, was playing for the Greek team.

Behind Hikari came her brothers...and Candyce and Starlit.

Candyce, though she had exchanged her cowboy boots and western clothes for sneakers and her Greek uniform, still had her battered Stetson nestled among the cropped off, blonde curls of her hair and a wide grin on her sun-kissed face. She had taken off a considerable length of her hair. It had gone from mid-back length to shoulder length. The cropped off tank top she wore under her jersey show cased a glittering piercing in her belly button. Her green eyes winked with wicked humor as they scanned those watching them from the stands.

Starlit too had gone through a change. She had a small Jolly Roger tattoo just above her cleavage, her jersey thrown over one shoulder to show the pale red, tribal tattoo that now wrapped around her right bicep. Her silver hair was still chin length, her black eyes still as uninterested in what was going on around her as they normally were. Her shorts were still super short, her skin still it's sun-kissed bronze, and her Italian features still sat in a bored, indifferent look.

Behind Candyce and Starlit came Candyce's little brother, Teal, with his shaggy black hair and bright blue eyes, his expression stoic compared to the grinning one on his sister's face. He slapped a hand to his face in embarrassment when his brothers hooted from the stands, cheering their little brother on. Beside Teal was the boy, Pharlos, who had showed up at the lottery drawing with Shunsuke, the high schooler, Aetos, on his other side. Both Greek boys had their sharp features get with determination, though there was a grin on Aetos' face.

After them came Toyuri and Aluri.

Toyuri, with her massive amount of dark, rich purple locks and equally purple eyes, was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she walked beside her best friend. She had added white low-lites to her hair, managing to bring out the rich purple of her hair even more. Her dark toned skin still matched Tanegashima's and there was a cheerful grin on her face. She looked almost overcome with her excitement of being there at the tournament and wore her jersey open over a white sports bra.

Aluri's long, fiery red hair still played home to a baseball cap, but she had traded the over-sized, baseball jersey for her Greek tennis uniform. She now bore the French royal coat tattooed over her left collar bone and her green-yellow eyes twinkled with amusement as she watched her best friend bounce along beside her. She seemed more amused with Toyuri than excited about where they were.

Behind them, mixed in with other Greek boys, was Rea, Leyko, and Maya.

Rea still wore her naturally red high-lited blonde hair pulled back into a high pony tail, her red-purple eyes set forward, rather than focusing on anyone in the stands. Where she usually wore military dog tags around her neck, she now wore them tattooed around her right wrist. She had traded her military, camo fatigues and lime green tank top for her tennis uniform.

Leyko, the bouncing red haired, purple-pink eyed, middle schooler, now bore flaming yellow and bright, neon green streaks in her red hair, a pin in the shape of the logo of an American band called R5, holding back part of her hair. She wore her Greek tennis uniform, but she had added lime green, sky blue, and pink spotted yellow knee socks to the mix, heart shaped earring hanging from her ears. She was a bright, colorful whirlwind that had the endless energy of an energize bunny.

Even Maya had added a change to herself. Her dirty blonde hair now bore the bright coloring of pink-and-black, zebra print streaks that matched the zebra print sliders and bracelet around her left wrist. She always had claimed herself to be a zebra, proud of her German and Mexican mixed heritage. And now she was showing it, though, at the moment, she was busy trying to get Leyko to calm down and stop bouncing around.

Right after them came Demetria and Zeoni.

Zeoni stood out among her paler, female friends, but among the dark skinned, Greek boys, her dark, melted chocolate skin wasn't too unusual. Her coal black hair was pulled back, a blue ribbon tying it in place. Her unusual blue eyes, which stood out among her brown eyed family, matched the ribbon. Her left ear now bore two new piercings, one in the lobe, one at the top, with a tribal dragon earring lacing through one to lace through the other.

Demetria, ever the drama queen who prided herself on her appearance as much as her tennis, had cut off her pale blonde hair so that it sat evenly at chin length in a standard page boy. Her blue eyes and face were perfectly made up with water proof make-up, and she had her chin thrust into the air with pride, as she usually did. When she caught the eye of some people, she threw her nose in the air and flipped her short hair. A feat only she could accomplish.

The Duffmeyer twins, Elona and Elana, came after them.

At first glance, nothing about the twins had changed. Elona, the tomboy, still wore her ice blonde hair cut short, her pale purple eyes matching her twins. Elana, the girly girl, still wore her hair long and curling. Elona wore her sister's favorite color in the form of a purple stoned ring on her right pointer finger, while Elana wore her sister's favorite color in the form of a blue beaded necklace around her neck. The change they had added, was revealed with the two spotted some fans staring at them with their arms linked, and stuck their tongues out at them, showing off twin tongue piercings.

Bringing up the rear was Tatlyn and Narako.

The fiery tempered, foul mouthed Narako, as normal, didn't look too happy, her maroon colored eyes narrowed, but she never really did. Her fiery, red dyed hair had acquired navy blue tips since she had been in Japan and the ripped off sleeves of her jersey revealed a neon green "AJ" tattooed on her right bicep with gray smoke tattooed around it.

Tatlyn, on the reverse side of Demetria's hack job, had let her hair grow out, the red-brown hair now falling just past her shoulders with a streak of pale brown added to the left side of her hair. Her moss green eyes were still lost behind blue rimmed glasses and she was still so awkward, she stared down at her feet the whole time.

Each girl had changed something about her appearance, but Tezuka only noticed Hikari. He had a bad feeling about the changes he saw in Hikari, not to mention that if she was on another team from him, if she wasn't at his side...then she was against him.

And that wasn't a position he wanted to be in.

Tezuka's eyes latched on to Hikari, his jaw tightening. He had been half surprised, partly concerned, and partly relieved when Oishi had called him and told him that Hikari had left the camp. He wasn't exactly sure when he had started caring so much about Hikari's well being. He had had no problems bending to her will and allowing her to play against the vice-captain of a team that was known for violence, back in their first round of Nationals. Nor had he stopped to overly consider her well being before he suggested she take Fuji's slot against Kirihara in Regionals.

She had been a strong choice than, just another player on his team capable of handling the match given to her.

But now he cared.

Now that they were facing harden pros known to the world as the next generation of pros, he cared very much!

Hikari, even with her tolerance to pain, could be hurt. She had already had to have another surgery on her back after Nationals. He knew for certain that the German team was ruthless in seeking a victory. Hikari was facing challenges harder then the Jr. Pros and their middle school Nationals. But now, watching her as she lead her team onto the court...Tezuka felt his heart give a painful thud in his chest. Especially when she would not glance his way nor acknowledge his existence.

"For those of you who don't know, this year's Greek team is the first team with not only mixed nationalities, but mixed genders ever allowed in the U-17 World Cup." the announcer said as the rest of the team joined Hikari at their bench.

All of Hikari's male friends were shocked. They had expected her to show up at the tournament simply because her brothers were playing on a team. They hadn't expected her to leave the Japan team to go and join another team entirely. Though, now that they were thinking about it, it made her actions back at the camp, make sense.

Ryoma left his team, approaching the wall over the Greek team's bench. He leaned over it to look down at Hikari.

"Higarashi."

Hikari looked up at Ryoma as her team got settled. She had ignored the roar of laughter from the South Africa team and some of the fans when they had seen that not only did the Greek team have girls on it, but that the team was being led by a little girl. She was still ignoring them as she looked up at Ryoma.

Tezuka watched from his seat as Ryoma said something to Hikari that made one side of her mouth scrunch up in annoyance. She replied back to him, her hands going to her hips. Ryoma shrugged, said something quickly and left to return to his team. Hikari's eyes narrowed as she shook her head.

Beside her Leyko almost died of laughter. Hikari shot her a look that had the girl scrambling to the opposite end of the bench, climbing over others until she was sitting in Maya's lap, her arms wrapped around her best friend's neck. Maya sweat dropped and pat her head while others laughed. With that done, Hikari turned to a few of her teammates that were asking for advice.

In seconds she had her data log open in her hands, flipping through the pages.

Tezuka scanned the whole team. He had no doubt that Hikari had chosen each member of the team carefully. She would have comprised her team to have a variety of strength, speed, agility, technique, and mental prowess. The team would have been pieced together carefully, each player playing off others' low points. She would take no chances when deciding her team. His eyes finally landed on Hikari again, who currently had her head together with Maya, who had left Leyko on the bench, Toyuri, Rea, and Haruhi. Starlit and a middle school Greek boy stood just behind Toyuri as Hikari talked.

The six were talking at lightning speed, Shunsuke leaning in now and then to add his opinion with a seriousness Tezuka had never seen in the Higarashi male. It seemed Hikari had gotten him to take something serious for once. Hikari finally gave a curt nod and the small group broke up, Starlit moving to Candyce's side to pass on a message while Toyuri filled in Aluri and a few of the others, Haruhi explaining to their male teammates.

Hikari stowed her data log back in her bag and twisted to pop her back.

"The first match will now start. J. Yeboah/M. Okotie-Eboh verse Maya SanCarlo/Toyuri Kamegane."

Toyuri took a springing bounce onto the court, her jersey flying out behind her. Maya had to scramble to keep up with her. Leyko leaned against the low wall separating their team bench from the court and cheered for Maya, waving her arms like a lunatic. Starlit seized her by the back of her shorts and yanked her back onto the bench. Candyce, unconcerned with anything, sank back in her seat, propping her feet up on the wall and pulled her Stetson down to cover her face like she was about to take a nap.

Hikari on the other hand, stood at the low wall, watching the four on the court with sharp eyes. She wouldn't miss a thing and everything she did see, would then be commited to memory and later written down in detail in her data log.

Toyuri and Maya met the two South Africa players at the net. One of them Yeboah, made a remark in English when the girls held out their hands to shake hands. The two males laughed and Maya, self-consciously, dropped her hand to her side, diverting her eyes to her feet. Toyuri folded her arms behind her hand, swinging her racket idly. She made comment back at the boys that had Maya raising a scandalized look at her partner as the boys' jaws dropped. Toyuri turned on the spot, laughing. Maya looked from Toyuri to the boys before hurrying after her teammate.

Toyuri, though taller, took the front court, bouncing on the balls of her feet, while Maya took up the back court. Those who had previously been on the Rikkai Dai team, knew that Maya was a defensive Counter Puncher, and the back court was her normal placing. That meant that, more than likely, Toyuri was a Serve and Volley player, use to playing in the front half of the court.

"One set match, Greek service play."

Maya took a deep breath, trying to tune out the jeers and remarks drifting from the South Africa bench. Maya bounced the ball and tossed it into the air. Toyuri was humming as she bounced and leaned to the left at the last second, allowing Maya's serve to fly over her shoulder. Okotie-Eboh returned the serve, but Toyuri moved fluidly into place, set up to hit a volley. When Yeboah moved to catch a volley, Toyuri lobbed it instead. Okotie-Eboh smashed the lob, but Maya was waiting for just that. Shifting her weight back when she caught the ball on the gut of her racket, she followed with the power behind the smash, turning it in her favor.

The shot rocketed past her opponents, hitting the baseline and not bouncing. Toyuri turned to Maya, a grin on her face. She gave a cheer and Maya smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. The first game passed the same way.

"1-0, SanCarlo/Kamegane pair."

Toyuri threw herself at Maya, catching the younger girl around the neck and spinning her around. Maya protested, but it feel on deaf ears as Toyuri danced them about. Jeers rose from the South Africa team, but they did nothing to dim Toyuri's spirit. Maya, though, looked down at her feet, fiddling with her racket. Seeing this, Toyuri-being the mature seventeen year old she was-stuck her tongue out at them, pulling down the lower eyelid of her left eye with her middle finger. Maya scolded her for this, but Toyuri just giggled.

At the Greece bench, a few of Hikari's teammates, Shunsuke included, slapped hands to their faces. Hikari didn't seem too fazed by the actions of Toyuri. Her eyes were even set on her players, but their opponents.

"They really shouldn't jeer. It'll only set Toyuri off."

Tezuka turned at the sound of the voice, his nearby teammates turning too. Tezuka looked up the lanky form of none other than Higarashi Hisoka. The second oldest Higrashi brother was standing next to him, his hands in the pockets of his neatly pressed slacks, the sleeves of his green, button down shirt, folded up to his elbows. His tie was worn loose, the end of it shoved into the breast pocket of his shirt. Eyes only a few shades off from Hikari's beautiful silver ones, turned to look down at Tezuka. Tezuka noticed idly that Hisoka wasn't speaking Japanese or English, but German.

It was probably where Hikari had picked it up from.

"Hisoka Higarashi." Tezuka greeted.

"Kunimitsu Tezuka. It's been a while. I believe the last time I saw you was your National Tournament back in Japan." Hisoka said in greeting.

"It was." Tezuka agreed.

"Yes, I remember. My sister ended up under a surgical knife after playing the match you set for her in the finals." Hisoka retorted.

As if Tezuka didn't already feel bad about that, Hisoka was pouring salt on open wounds. He had known a few of Hikari's brothers blamed him for additional surgery to Hikari's back, but he had thought Hisoka would be one of the few that would pardon him. He had always been a laid back kind of man, not easily angered or annoyed.

Hisoka surprised him then, by patting him on the shoulder.

"Relax, kid. Hikari doesn't blame you and neither do I. Now Shunsuke on the other hand...it's in your best interest not to run into him alone at this tournament. He's almost as bad as Hikari about revenge." Hisoka told him, smiling down at him.

Tezuka would definitely be watching his back around Shunsuke. Shunsuke could be laid back, was normally a player and more interested in having fun, but when it came to his sister and his temper...Hikari was the only person Tezuka had met that could rival Shunsuke in fierceness.

Hisoka's eyes then turned to Volk who had been watching the exchange closely.

"Ah, Volk! It's nice to see you again. It's been a few months, hasn't it? That tournament a few months back was the last time I saw you, was it not? You beat Haruhi pretty thoroughly." Hisoka said.

Volk nodded, his eyes shifting between Hisoka and Tezuka.

"You know Kunimitsu." Volk stated, rather than asked.

"Yes. He was the captain of the middle school tennis team my sister played on until recently. Peculiar thing, my sister. She insist on playin against males or not at all." Hisoka remarked, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands in a "What can you do?" gesture.

A grin spread across Hisoka's face as he looked down at Volk and Tezuka.

"I feel that might be the fault of my brothers and I. Our mother passed away when she was such a little girl. She's had nothing but male influence in her life. So we might be to blame for that obsession." Hisoka said with a chuckle.

Tezuka had a feeling that even if Hikari's mother had lived to see her only daughter today, Hikari still would have grown up the way she was. Fighting the best, proving a girl could stand just as high as males, was the very reason Hikari breathed. Or so it seemed. It was so ingrained in her, that Tezuka was sure she had been born ready to take on males, head first if she had to.

"She'll just fail and get hurt." Sigfried remarked, ever the pleasant person.

Hisoka just laughed. Out right, bursting forth before he could stop it, laughing. He obviously found true amusement in that comment. Tezuka understood why too. Hisoka always found amusement when someone doubted Hikari could do something. They had no way of knowing that by doing that, they only made Hikari try harder just so she could look them in the eyes and proudly state she had proved them wrong.

"See, that's the thing about my sister. The more you tell her, she can't do something, the harder she's going to try just to prove you wrong. She likes to stick it to people that way. Doesn't like being told she can't do something a male can. It just makes her want to crush you even more. And with the extent of her knowledge on everyone around her...you'd do best to keep your mouth closed around her. Just ask this fellow. He knows first hand." Hisoka replied, patting Tezuka's shoulder.

Tezuka pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew all too well about Hikari's habits. About her vengeful streak and her need to prove everyone that appearances, and gender, had nothing to do with skill and hard work. Yes, she was small, and yes, she was a girl, but she was just about as helpless and weak as any of the boys there. She carried her own weight and made her own way, and she would be damned if she accepted a helping hand if she absolutely didn't have to.

"Speaking of which, you, my young friend, are in for a world of hurt the moment she faces you on the court. And she's gearing up for that." Hisoka said, looking down at Tezuka.

Tezuka turned his attention back to Hisoka, blinking up at him. Hisoka crossed his arms loosely, eyeing the boy.

"You severely slighted her when you left Japan. I don't know how, she doesn't share, and quite frankly...I don't care to know. The point is, I've never seen that girl more determined in all her life and she's made it clear that you, and you alone, are off limits to her teammates when they finally face you. And they will. You know Hikari's pension for revenge."

So Hikari was furious with him. And she was seeking his head for it. That did absolutely nothing to make Tezuka feel better. Just the thought of all the forms of revenge Hikari could take out on him made him a little sick to his stomach. He still hadn't gotten over the heel thing from the last time she had gotten revenge on him for something.

"Notice anything different about her? Aside from the severe hair cut." Hisoka asked, gesturing to the court below.

"The look in her eyes." Tezuka replied.

"Exactly. She's hell bent, my friend. She wasn't even this determined when facing Hikaru and not only was he, her biggest milestone, he had her undivided attention. The inconceivable hurdle to which she measured everyone around her and everything she did. The sad thing is...she wanted to go to Germany with you. Thought she could continue to better herself at your side since you had been such a big influence to her." Hisoka said.

Tezuka turned his eyes to Hisoka. He had completely forgotten about his teammates by now, even though they were still listening to the conversation.

"Now I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, like my older brother or Hikari, but I am still her big brother. I can put two and two together. You turned her down, didn't you?" Hisoka asked, looking Tezuka in the eye.

Tezuka didn't reply. Hisoka already knew the answer to that one. He knew he was right. Hisoka heaved a sigh, running a hand through his long and already messy hair. He then braced his hands on his hips and shook his head at Tezuka like he was truly disappointed in him. And surprisingly enough...that actually made Tezuka feel a tiny bit bad.

"All for the better, I suppose. Don't know how I would have taken it if you had taken off with my sister. Even I might have felt the need to skin you alive if you had. Doesn't make me feel any better about you hurting her, though." Hisoka remarked.

And that was exactly one of the reasons why Tezuka hadn't taken Hikari with him. He was all too aware of her brothers' opinions of him and only Haruhi, Hisoka, and Sosuke had good opinions of him. He wasn't sure how Sosuke would feel about him now, but he was pretty sure Haruhi would forgive all of his transgressions, whatever they may be. Haruhi was probably the only one of Hikari's brothers that would have given Hikari his blessing to leave Japan and travel to Germany at the side of her male captain. the others would have only gone alone with it because there was no controlling Hikari one she made up her mind.

And only after they had hunted down Tezuka like a dog and given him a once over both physically and verbally.

Just shy of thirteen she may be, but Hikari could already yank men around with just a tug of her pinkie finger. She would have just given her brothers a stern look and would have possibly gotten her way right then and there.

Even her uncle and grandfather failed to completely rein her in.

Hikari was a wild child with a prim and proper facade.

"Just watch her, though. Since you've left, she's busted her ass and has improved leaps and bounds. You know for a fact that she was already strong. Add in a determination of will to frighten even the most harden of men and you've got a little devil in sheep's clothing. And we all know that's not figuratively speaking." Hisoka told Tezuka, looking like he wanted to shiver at the idea himself

"She's just a little girl." Sigfried retorted, a few of his teammates agreeing.

"Doubting her ability is your first mistake, kid. If she sees that you do, she'll chew you up and spit you out just to make a point. Watch. She may be small and a girl, but that has nothing to do with skill and hard work." Hisoka told him.

"She always was a hard worker." Tezuka remarked, his eyes finding Hikari as she watched the match.

"Yeah, well...unlike the rest of us, she wasn't born with any natural talent aside from her insight and her ability to manipulate spin. Busting her ass is the only thing she could do to keep up with my brothers and myself." Hisoka said, looking down at his sister.

Down below, Hikari handed Maya and Toyuri water bottles as they stopped to get a drink. Hikari scolded Toyuri, not that it did any good. The older girl grinned at her and gave her a two fingered salute. Toyuri tossed her water bottle in the air as she turned to head back onto the court. Hikari caught it with a frown and took Maya's as the girl scrambled after Toyuri. Hikari sat the water bottles down and turned her stare, once more, on the two players opposite of Maya and Toyuri.

Tezuka knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of that stare. It felt like she was looking right through him at the best of times. At the worst of times it felt like she was striping him down and thoroughly scanning every possible inch of him. A thought that made him feel exposed, embarrassed, and a little bit annoyed.

And that was Hikari in a nutshell.

She had a way of bringing out the worst and best in him at all times. As she did everyone. Sometimes he wasn't quite sure if she noticed the way she stared at people when she was observing them, or how uncomfortable she made them. Other times he knew for sure that she did and she was doing it on purpose, just to watch people squirm.

Him in particular.

"Her stats have increased lately, though, and she learned how to broaden her use of her ability to manipulate spin. Add in her ability to completely break down an opponent and their style, every shot they throw at her and every move they make, and she's become the bane to every tennis player's existence. I've gotten to where I refuse to play against her. She knows me too well and just creams me." Hisoka said, hanging his head with a sigh.

"You are the coach of her team. Don't you believe you are sharing this information too freely?" QP asked.

"Not really. This guy here can already tell you quite a bit about her. He was her tennis captain for about eight months. And if you'll research the records for the men's Jr. pro championships in Russia from a few years back, you'll find her pretty easily. She was a two-time Doubles champ at the age of eight. Find out all you want about her, it's not going to help you. She's too fluid with her tennis style, changing it to suit the situation or, in the case of Doubles, to suit her partner." Hisoka replied. "Not to mention that whatever you find out about her, she has about ten times as much information on you."

QP highly doubted the girl could have that much information on him. No one did. Tezuka, though, knew it was completely, and more than likely, possible. Hikari had her creeper moments in which she knew way too much about those around her.

"But it doesn't matter. Hikari isn't the only one you have to worry about on my team. Though understanding her and getting to her will go a long way to winning you any kind of competition with most of those on the team. Good luck with that though. My sister is an iron trap." Hisoka said with a shrug, before turning to Tezuka. "I just wanted to tell you to mind yourself, kid. You and I both know that she's all about retaliation and she'll be coming after you. Thought you could use the warning."

Hisoka pat Tezuka's shoulder before turning to walk away.

"Believe me...I know." Tezuka replied.

Hisoka waved over his shoulder to show he heard. Then, as if remembering something, he paused and half turned to look at Tezuka.

"Oh! One more thing. You might want to keep an eye out for her boyfriend too. He's not too awfully happy with your either."

With that Hisoka walked off before Tezuka could question him. Tezuka jolted, turning to stare at Hisoka's back as he walked away.

Boyfriend!?

Hikari had a boyfriend!?

Why did he suddenly feel like his stomach had bottomed out?

END

Kyandi: Take that Tezuka!

Hikari: I guess this means that it's official that Kazuya and I are a couple.

Kyandi: Yep! So all of you Tokugawa/Hikari shippers, rejoice. If someone wants to come up with a good shipping name for them, I would be so grateful and would give you a big shout out in my next chapter.

Hikari: I feel less like a person and more like an actual anime character.

Kyandi: Uh, Hikari...

Hikari: Yeah, I know.

Kyandi: While Hikari comes to grips with her existential crisis-

Hikari: I am not having an existential crisis!

Kyandi: -please review and enjoy. Hikari, the next part please.

Hikari: -mutter- Little pain in the back. -mutter-

Kyandi: What was that?

Hikari: Nothing. We'll be back soon.

Kyandi: Uh-huh...bye everyone!