"Yuki-kun, have you ever tried street tennis before?"

"Ma... no, I haven't."

"Are you free this weekend? I'm sure Tezuka won't mind that you join us." Pause. "Oh, drag Sanada-kun along. We can play doubles."

"That's a good idea. Hm. We'll see you this weekend then."

"Well then, ja. Neesan is waiting."

"Ja." Yukimura waved to the figure that blended into the busy streets. Contemplating for while, he decided to call Sanada.

Meanwhile…

"Koujirou Saeki, from Rokkaku?"

"Sou." Tezuka nodded.

"Anyone has his number?" Atobe tapped his foot impatiently. The sleepy head on his lap was starting to fidget. He wanted this to finish as fast as possible. Everyone looked around, shaking their own heads to indicate a no.

"Even Rikkaidai's Renji?"

"The number is in another book at home." He spoke regrettably. It was his chance to show that he could provide every single data.

"No choice then," Atobe sighed and flicked his hair. Snapping his fingers, a book was handed to him by a servant. Flipping the book open to a page labeled 'Rokkaku', he dragged his perfectly manicured finger down the page. "K… Koujirou Saeki. Here it is."

"How come you have a book of tennis players' numbers in the region?" Niou reached over to poke the cover.

"Because oresama ordered oresama's servants to publish it for oresama?" Atobe stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Actually, since he's rich, it was obvious.

"Stalker..." Sanada muttered under his breath,

Atobe took out one of the many expensive phones he carried with him and flipped it open. Dialing the number with super quick reflexes, he handed the phone over to Tezuka.

Tezuka shot him a 'why can't you talk to him?' look but accepted the phone anyway.

"Moshi moshi?"

"Tezuka here."

"Ah, Tezuka-san! Do you need something?"

"Are you free now? It's about Fuji."

"Now? What did Fuji-kun do again?" Saeki sounded unsure. "I'm worried about leaving Itt-chan a-"

Niou was determined to get the phone in his hands. In doing so, he had tried to reach as far ahead as he could across the table to get to Tezuka, only to be weighed down by a slightly miffed Yagyuu. Niou didn't care. He could make up to Yagyuu later. But right now... he... wanted… the...

CRASH

Phone. Ops.

Yagyuu was absolutely going to kill him. That's what the silver haired boy thought when he found himself lip-locked with the gentleman. Apparently the tug was too much. It caused the table to crash into Tezuka and Sanada and Renji who were across (but luckily, the hot tea and biscuits were still intact on the table). It was caused the phone in Tezuka's hands to fly to Atobe's lap. It caused Jiroh to wake up from the impact of the phone against his head. It caused Atobe to send him a dirty look. It caused Yagyuu on top of him to freeze in shock. It caused the whole room to gasp at their moment.

Which was oh-so very bad. For Yagyuu that is, since Niou had no shame.

"Niou-kun!" Yagyuu pulled away, breathing harshly. "Just what were you thinking?!"

"Erm.. I wasn't?" Niou shielded himself with his hands.

"Hello? Hello?!"

"EH? THE PHONE'S ALIVE!!" Jiroh was awake. And that meant hyper-ness.

"No Jiroh, it's just Saeki."

"Niou-kun!" Yagyuu grabbed the poor boy at his collar. "You…" He glared furiously, but since his glasses were opaque, the effect was sort of ruined.

"I'm sorry!" Niou insisted, before stating innocently. "You're still straddling me."

Yagyuu got up as though Niou was on fire and plonked back into the couch. Unfortunately he forgot he was handcuffed to Niou which caused Niou to fall on him this time.

The three other victims pushed the table away and rubbed their knees. There would certainly be a bruise for a while. Which would affect their tennis. Oh the horror.

Niou gulped at the expression his fukubuchou was giving him. It spelt Sanada's bitch slap of doom…

Yagyuu pushed the offending Niou off him. "That was my firs-"

A ringtone cut Yagyuu's sentence off. Everyone pulled out their handphones simultaneously, wondering if the call was for them. When Sanada pulled out a battered-looking phone out of his pocket, they found the source. Grimacing, Sanada pressed one of the two buttons that was on the phone.

"Sanada speaking."

"Genichirou! It's Seiichi. Fuji-kun invited us to play street tennis with him and Tezuka-kun on the weekend. Are you up to it?"

"It should be fine."

"Okay then. See you tomorrow, Genichirou."

Sanada blinked and turned to Tezuka. "Did you know about this?"

"It's Fuji." Was all he replied.

Glaring at the phone that sounded out an irritating dial tone, Sanada pressed one of the two buttons. The dial tone didn't stop. He pressed the other one. The tone still continued. Pressing both buttons in random order, the 'beeeep' dragged on.

"Screw technology," he muttered under his breath. But he wouldn't smash the phone. Yukimura had given it to him. He would not smash the phone. If he could have restrained the last time Atobe called, then this time it should be okay. He would not smash the phone. He would not…

Renji took it out of his hands and saved the entire room from going crazy with the sound.

"Just press the side, Genichirou."

"Thanks," he answered gruffly.

"Hello! What's happening there? HELLO?!" Apparently, Saeki was left forgotten.

Jiroh, who was the nearest to the phone, picked it up when he deemed it was the person on the other line talking and not the phone itself.

"What's this about Fuji?"

It was a bad choice, since Jiroh went hyper about Fuji and Saeki was Fuji's childhood friend.

"YOU KNOW FUJI SYUUSUKE????"

"Err yes, he's my childhood friend." Saeki frowned slightly. Where was Tezuka?

"SSUUUGGGEE!!! HE'S REALLY COOL, RIGHT? RIGHT?"

"Erm, yes…"

"Jiroh," Atobe snatched the phone out of his hands. "Calm down."

"But he knows Fuji Syuusuke!!" he whined.

"Atobe Keigo speaking."

"Ah, Atobe-san. Tezuka wanted to tell me something but then something happened…"

"Ore-sama is aware of that. The reason we called you is simple. Fuji has caused a lot of trouble for ore-sama so ore-sama would like you to take a look at this problem."

"Can't you just tell me what Fuji d-"

"You'll understand better if you could talk to Fuji himself."

"I see."

"This weekend, go to the street tennis courts. Tezuka will be there too."

"They're playing street tennis this weekend, nya," Eji stepped out of his hiding place when Yukimura and Fuji departed.

Inui nodded but continued to scribble down more data he had collected from watching Yukimura.

"Let's go too!"

"E-eji!" Oishi protested. "But we've followed Fuji today. Isn't it enough?" He felt bad for stalking their teammate.

"But don't you want to see a doubles match against Rikkaidai's buchou and fukubuchou?" Eji questioned. It was an opportunity not to be missed. "I know Inui will come along, desho, Inui?"

"Ah. Definitely."

Oishi sighed. "That's true…."

Eji grinned and glomped him. He knew he had won Oishi over.