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Disclaimer: I, matsukanishi09, solemnly swear that Prince of Tennis will never be mine. (Bursts into tears)… lol

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"Everyone, Shimoto-san and I will be going to town today. You're duties are with Tezuka." Sumire boomed at her students.

"At last! No more bloody sermons." Momoshiro uttered under his breath, sighing in relief as the news about Seigaku's tennis coach departing for groceries were announced.

They all bade goodbye to the two adults as they left the barn house. For Eiji and Momo, seeing their horrendous coach start the engines of the car was like temporary freedom.

But as a monster abdicates, she always leaves another.

"We will be assigned with the cows today." Tezuka disclosed, making all of them quiet.

The two childish boys pouted and groaned, their picture-perfect freedom now shattered into a million pieces. Guess they were never meant to be out of Hell's grasp.

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"They're so peaceful." Oishi remarked as they reached the grazing fields where the cows munched green grass in silence.

The others regarded the animal's presence, guiding it as it changed positions from time to time.

Tezuka divulged their duties shortly. Momoshiro and Taka, being Seigaku's powerhouses, were appointed as the guardians of the adult ones; Kaidoh, together with Eiji, are to separate the calves from the bigger ones; Tomoka, Kachirou, Horio and Katsuo were deputized to watch the younger race; Fuji and Oishi were to paint the fences surrounding the area; Ryoma, Sakuno and Yume are the ones who will fill pails with fresh, warm milk and Inui and Tezuka as their supervisors.

"Che." Ryoma scowled as Tezuka mentioned his rival's name.

The three figures marched towards the fields where most of the female cows espoused to stay. Sakuno eyed her boyfriend with an encouraging smile as he leaned forward to determine those which are giving off milk. On the other hand, Ryoma glared mental swords towards his direction, not amused with the attention he's getting from Sakuno.

"Ne, Echizen-san, can you fetch a couple of pails at the barn house?" Yume bespoke, snapping the cocky lad out of his reverie.

Ryoma glared harder the moment he sensed the lad's motive—to let him and Sakuno gain some quality time together. Oh no, he's never gonna let that happen.

"No." He coolly feed backed.

'I thought so.' Yume mentally inquired, totally canny with his thoughts.

"Why not?" He challenged once again, fixing his purple orbs with Ryoma's golden ones.

Sensing the arousing dark aura within the two, Sakuno felt lightning upon their intense glare fight. A pang of guilt passed in a swift manner, its overwhelming pain draining her heart. Her heart truly knows that she's the root of all this mess but, her mind is too dense to sense it.

"I-I'll get it, Yume-kun." She stammered, earning the attention of the two cocky brats.

Feeling perplex, she lowered her head and gazed at her wobbly feet. Her face was infrared, adroit with the engrossing looks the two lads of her life were providing her.

"But—" Yume reasoned out, which was laid aside by an arrogant boy standing silently in front of the uncomfortable lass.

Sakuno jerked her head up as a shadow blocked the sun's rays from her face. Her eyes widened as she detected that it was Echizen Ryoma, his face buried under his white Fila cap. Her shock rose by the time he held onto her wrist, pulling her towards the direction of the barn house. Totally petrified, she wasn't able to speak.

"Echizen-san!! Where are you—" Yume hued at their retreating backs, but was punctuated once more by the lad's advanced defense.

"Barn house." Ryoma stoically reposted, a smirk dangling in his lips.

'Idiotic weirdo. You outsmarted me.' Yume sighed in defeat, averting his gaze away from the eloping silhouettes.

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"Nya!! O'chibi!!! Are you escaping?!?! You brought Sa-chan with you!!! So young!!!" Eiji cheered in elation, pointing the spotlight at the two freshmen.

As the booming voice of the hyper red-head was heard all over Kyoto, everyone around the farm caught a glimpse of the striding couple, walking past all of them in silence. Sadistic smirks and devious grins were planted all over their faces as they scanned Ryoma tightly holding Sakuno's wrist, dragging her lightly away from their dotterel stares.

"Echizen!!! I never thought you were a guy!!!" Momo teased, making the feline boy halt his tracks and face his moronic senpai.

"Shut up." His antiphon in annoyance, sending menacing looks with a speed of 500 miles per second.

Momo laughed at his kouhai's response. Scoffing hard with the stupefied look plastered on Ryoma's face, he fell from the rock he was perching at, but continued his chuckles while rolling on the grassy tillage.

They all sweat dropped. Maybe his amusement overpowered his pain.

Ryoma shrugged the thought away, exclusively remarking that Momoshiro is a plenary idiot. He felt uncomfortable with the grueling stares they were sustaining him, thus, pulling Sakuno away once again.

"Stupid senpai-tachi." He scowled in frustration, oblivious on how long his hand was grasping on Sakuno's slim wrist.

The maiden seemed to be trapped within her imaginations, mentally jumping for joy as Ryoma held her. She wanted to remark on how warm his palms were, faltering once again. Ryoma, with his extravagant eyesight, took note of this within the corner of his eyes. Smirking in triumph, he held stably, savoring the temporary romance encircling the both of them.

"We're here." He verbalized with a sophisticated tone, still not letting go of her wrist.

"Ano… Ryo-Ryoma-kun… my… wrist…" Sakuno bowed her head low, embarrassment creeping up to her—heating her.

Shrugging, he relinquished in surfeit, burrowing his fists inside his side pockets. Marching away from the chafe lass, he held onto the handle of a couple of pails, making the female to watch him in action.

Smiling sweetly, she inspected the brash brat who was eagerly looking for pails and containers. Intertwining her palms behind her, she eyed the beads of sweat that rolled on his dainty cheeks, tracing his charming jaws and cheekbones. Heavy breathing escaped his lips, turning her breathless as well.

"Are you going to help? Or not?" He leered with irascibility, digging his hands to his deranged green locks.

"G-gomen!" Sakuno paced forward, dispensing a helping hand.

"Tch." Ryoma tried to hide his amusement as he perused her priceless expression: her eyes were portraying mixed emotions; her lips were pressed together; her temple was sweating like mad; and her puffy, crimson cheeks mimicked those of an apple.

For five minutes, they were able to bargain eight ample pails, sighing after the hellish search they have been through. The room was sealed—windows closed and all—made them feel isolated and hot. And with that continuous inquest, dust kept on flying around, activating their dormant allergies. Fortunately, with the help of being roommates, they seemed to diminish the uneasiness they felt whenever they are within each other's reach.

"Is this o-okay, Ryoma-kun?" She stammered, melting as she espied his perdurable gaze.

"Hn." He nodded in response, firmly gripping his white Fila cap.

They both avoided eye contact as pressure built its home within them. They carried four empty pails for both hands, marching away from the deserted barn house. Sakuno's face enlightened as she felt the farm's fresh breeze caressing her rosy cheeks, thankful to leave the heart-exploding experience she had with Ryoma. Ryoma, however, scowled as light penetrated his feline orbs, knowing that the solitude he temporarily had with the pig-tailed lass was now sucked in an endless dark pit of nothingness. One more fact that made him irritated is that they will be joining company with the moronic, idiotic bastard a.k.a. The Farm Gay, Gakimura Yume.

They trotted in dead air, not one dared to break the quietude they had. Unlike the previous walks they acquainted, the feeling of righteousness radiated. The silence they shared seemed right, that neither of them tried to start a conversation. Peace and solitude…

"BACK TO SOON, O'CHIBI?? I THOUGHT YOU ELOPED WITH HER, NYA!!!"

Or not.

"We just fetched some pails, Kikumaru-senpai." Ryoma pierced at his bubbly senpai.

Ryoma felt Sakuno's distress with the remark his childish senpai made.

"You sound forced, Echizen. Did Yume ask you to do that job?" Momo mistrusted with a barbaric tone present in his voice.

'What does he plan to do?' Ryoma questioned himself as he witnessed the growing grin on his senpai's face.

"Aa." He justified, completely hiding the fact that he approved because of the damsel beside him.

Momo snickered, patting his kouhai's nape. What was floating within his small brain was not known—Fuji, as exception.

"Echizen, I think Momo pertains that you like Gakimura-san for you sound grumpy when he asked about the said duty. Maybe you don't want to be away from him. Guess you weren't straight at all." Fuji summated, making his co-regulars and kouhais avert their attention to him.

"Tch. How lame." Kaidoh booed, making the porcupine-headed brat to pop veins out of his spiky head.

"You're only saying that coz you're offended, MA-MU-SHI!" Momo retorted, thus, letting the bandana-covered viper to emit smoke out of his ears.

"Stop calling me that, you nincompoop!!!" Kaidoh roared, angered as Momo smirked with his reaction.

"Geez. I shouldn't call you that. Maybe a MORONIC GAY can do." Momo nodded in agreement with himself, his index finger placed cutely on his lips.

"How can I be considered a moronic gay when I possess more stamina than you do?!" Kaidoh fired back, glaring at his rival with ferociousness.

"MA-MU-OW!!" Momo fell flat on the ground.

"HEY!!" Kaidoh landed on a muddy puddle.

"Ryoma-kun!" Sakuno reprimanded him with a cute pout sketched on her features.

Sakuno ran to her senpais without hesitation, retrieving the buckets Ryoma threw—square on their faces. A bucket was entangled with Momo's butt, while another found its spot on Kaidoh's head. Ryoma twitched in antagonism as Sakuno provided more attention to his weak senpais than him.

'Why does she have to be a saint, anyway?' Ryoma fetched the remaining containers, not betraying his mind's orders to glare at his helpless senpais. How disgusting.

"That's just her, Echizen. No need to be jealous." Fuji disclosed out of nowhere, startling the angered prince. But even though Ryoma was surprised, he hid it well under his façade.

'How did he know about that?' He narrowed his eyes at the retreating back of his sadistic upperclassman, prying whether he was an alien from another galaxy who dominates the power to read other people's minds.

Fuji halted his footsteps and turned around to face his arrogant kouhai. Even under his cool face, he can sense the stupor he seized, together with the questions swimming on his mind.

"No, Echizen. I don't read minds." He spun once again, letting his back face Ryoma, who's in another current state of flabbergast.

"I read hearts." Fuji finalized, assuming that his dense subordinate finally understood what he pertains to.

As Fuji marched away, Ryoma knew that his senpai indicates about his unexplained feelings. Yes, even though he fully accepted this overwhelming ardor, he still couldn't find the proper definition of this affection inside of him, eating him. Completely dazed out, he ultimately forgot about his previous matters. With a smirk on his face, he motioned to gather the unnoticed buckets standing beside him, his only confidante with the said conversation. But as he motioned towards it, something else caught his eye, leading him back to his previous endeavors.

"One, two, three!" Sakuno struggled as she pulled Momo's fat ass out of the bucket.

"Ow!! Don't let go, Horio!!" Momo scowled at his kouhai, Horio, who was supposed to hold the bucket in place.

"Sumimasen, Momo-chan-senpai!" Kachirou apologized for the unibrow's lack of strength.

"Mou… Momo-senpai. Let's do it again." Sakuno suggested, nodding at Tomo-chan to help her with this.

Momo turned vermeil as he heard the sniggers his co-regulars were holding back. Hesitantly reaching out to Sakuno's hold, he glared with fury at his teammates. Soon, he shifted his gaze to Sakuno once again, tightening his grip on her soft palms.

"One, two, three!" Sakuno counted, pulling with all her might. She closed her eyes, mustering all her strength just to help her forsaken senpai out of this mess.

Ryoma balled his fists as Momo fastened his grip on Sakuno's petite hands. Muttering inaudible foul words under his breath, he swore that the "gods of dates" will favor him to torture his flirtatious senpai.

"Oof!!" The bucket let go of Momo's butt, causing Tomoka to stumble with Horio.

"Hey!! Watch where you'll place your hands, you pervert!" Tomoka yelled, causing Japan to receive an earthquake carrying an intensity of 8.9. Well, let us rewind a bit on what really happened—in details.

Due to the hard impact, Tomoka fell on top of Horio, her legs entangled with his. Horio, being the 'gentleman' he was, tried to cover Tomoka's unwanted fall, keeping her precious skin away from any bruises and scratches. Unfortunately, his hands lost their control and landed not on her back.

But on her breasts and butt.

"Ow—I-I didn't mean to—Ow!" Horio cried in agony, shielding his head from the wrath of Osakada Tomoka.

The others sweat dropped, entirely placing the other two, who also stumbled, at the back of their minds.

That was until a moan escaped her lips. And that caught attention.

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"Is anything wrong, Inui-san? Coz I swear that I heard Osakada-san's high-pitched scream a while ago." Yume canvassed, giving curious looks at the spectacled freak that was not just mumbling percentages and estimations. Not minding him at all, Yume tried to peek on what caught the geek's attention—wrong mistake.

There, lying on the cold grass fields, were Sakuno and Momoshiro. The missy was situated between Momo's legs, making it look awkward. Her arms found its way on his chest, while head rested on his neck. Still, she's in an unconscious state. Momoshiro, however, wrapped his hands around her elfin frame, closing gaps between their bodies. One of his legs was placed on top of hers, encircling her creamy thighs. His lips met her temple, in short, planting a kiss on top of her head. And that made the two younger lads to burn.

Ryoma pocketed his knuckles, not wanting to gain attention from the others—especially Inui and Fuji. He gritted his teeth, swearing to avenge for this. Yume, who was still paralyzed, massaged his pressure points, wanting to discover that this was just a nightmare. His purple orbs flashed anger and hatred, vowing to kill Momoshiro the sooner he wakes up.

Another moan was heard, this time—Momoshiro.

Ryoma and Yume jerked their heads in sync, smirking deviously as they recognized his stirring. When they were about to wrestle him to death, another low but sweet moan arose, making the two boys to stand still and watch.

The pairs of purple and chocolate eyes dehiscent in harmony, gawking at each other with innocent looks. When Momo was about to ask if she was okay, a pair of arms disconnected them from each other, making Momo stumble once again. Totally confused with the situation, Momo menaced at the retreating figure in front of him, who hastily dragged Sakuno out of the scene.

"What happened?" Momo questioned his snickering companions, eyeing them in complete naiveté.

"Ow!" The spiky-head cried once again, as another pail landed on his disheveled hair.

"Mada mada dane, Momo-senpai." Ryoma uttered in a terrifying tone, hiding his golden eyes under his trusty hat. They observed him in complete sullenness, only to hear Inui's scribbling, as he fetched the remaining buckets left by Sakuno.

They sighed in relief as Ryoma was nowhere to be seen, not feeling the dark aura he emitted earlier. They all faced Momoshiro in a pitiful manner, making the guy to feel unstable and creepy.

"What?" He blurted.

His companions shook their heads in response as they turned away from the naïve Momo.

"Ne, Momo-chan-senpai." Horio started, his face still ruby from what happened earlier.

"What?" Momo queried in a gruff tone, sending tingles to Horio's spine.

"You're sitting on cow's poop."

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At last!!! I finished it… well.. I better thanks rianne05 for that matter (Hi Shea…hehehe…). Well, minna… I hope you can give me those reviews so that I can pump up once more and start typing gibberish once again!!! Waah!!!!

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