Yours Truly, Anonymous
A/N: Well, this is the last chapter, people! –maniacal laughter- Who is that mysterious letter writer?
Disclaimer: Not anything here is mine besides the plot, poetry, and 'story' part of it. Otherwise, I DO NOT CLAIM ANY CREDIT
"Tezuka!" Fuji exclaimed, running towards the captain, waving the letters in his hand.
"What is it?" Tezuka asked sternly. "We're practicing, and you're late! 10 laps!"
"Wait, before that, I need the regulars to gather..." Fuji wondered if he forgot something. "Oh, and Inui."
"Why am I just an afterthought? What's wrong, Fuji? Oh, would you like to try my new Penal Tea Aozu Skyte mixture? It's a great new kind of Inui juice." Inui held out a changing color liquid that was fizzing and bubbling menacingly. It was gold, then black, then puke green, then purple, and the Penal Tea Aozu Skyte mixture kept changing colors. The Inui juice was extremely disgusting looking.
"No thank you, but I'm sure you'll help the rest of the regulars gather?" Fuji smiled sadistically. Tezuka and shook his head slightly and looked at Inui. Fuji, on the other hand, had his aura rise HIGH. Deathly high. Inui took that moment to get out of there and gather the regulars.
A few moments later, the regulars /and Inui/ gathered around Tezuka and Fuji. Noticing the letter in the smiling tennis prodigy's hand, they immediately turned away, blushed, or looked slightly shocked. For them to suddenly know Fuji was totally in possession of secretive love letters that were written to each member specifically, it scared them. That fact made every single one of the regulars shudder to think of what Fuji could do with that. Blackmail was the first thing that entered their minds.
"Please excuse the privacy intruding, but I think we should go into the club room," Fuji's smile was very suggestive.
"Let's go. Don't let your guards down!" Tezuka ordered.
"And, refreshments will be provided by me. I have a new Penal Tea Aozu Skyte mixture. I'm sure you'll all enjoy it very, very much," Inui said, glasses glinting evilly.
"Oishii!" Eiji yelled and hid behind his partner, running towards the club room.
"Ne, Inui-senpai, I think we'll all pass," Ryoma said, pulling his cap over his eyes, turning around to follow Oishi and Eiji. Momo and Kaidoh were having a race to the clubroom, each pale, but mesmerized with the thought of beating his rival.
"Oh, okay then," Inui muttered, disappointed and set the juice down on the ground. That was when the bottle holding the juice melted and the juice sunk into the ground, immediately killing all of the grass. "Ii data! Muahahaha."
After all the regulars had gotten over the creepy Inui juice and recollected their senses, Fuji began to speak while placing the letters down, one after another. Taka whistled in amazement and Momo just kind of oggled the private letters Fuji had somehow managed to collect. All the regulars, and Inui, could only agree on one thing without Fuji even starting to say anything. The letters were all written by one person because the handwriting was exactly the same on each of them. Hiding his surprise, Ryoma looked carefully at the letters and made a very important observation.
"So, you all have noticed that the letters have all of the same handwriting. This means they were written by one person and it seems that these letters were also given to each of you and me in different ways. For example, Taka-san seemed to get it as a letter, sent through the mail, whereas Kaidoh had been given it by Ryuuzaki Sakuno. This makes her very suspicious in all aspects. However, I can understand that she only likes one of us here and is far too shy to write all of these poems," Fuji explained.
"And, this isn't her handwriting, right? These letters could only be written by an extremely rabid fangirl... or Inui. After all, I'm sure we understand why Inui is extremely suspicious," Ryoma deduced.
"Yes. However Inui also received a letter and was extraordinarily shocked. I have figured out who it was, though. I'm sure this person was just trying to support us or make fun of us. At least, the writer. The writer was," Fuji told the regulars.
"Osakada Tomoka!" Ryoma interrupted. "She wrote the letters!"
"Yes, that is also correct. However, Osakada Tomoka is only obsessed with one of us here, making her only the writer. Now, the actual mastermind behind all of this was the one who seemed least suspicious! This person... well, I'm sure you could all figure out who that person is and why that person would do it," Fuji said this slowly, glancing at each person.
Everyone's gaze shifted over to one of the regulars. Tezuka was a bit shocked and there was a twitch in his facial expression. Ryoma glared at him, Momo gaped, and Kaidoh just went 'hsssss'. Taka looked disappointed, Eiji was glaring too, and Oishi just looked nervous. After all, the one behind it all was...
"INUI!!" everyone /except Tezuka/ shouted angrily. "Was this all for your precious data?"
Inui backed towards the wall nervously shaking his head and waving his arms. "Um, well, you see, I just wanted to know what would happen... so um..."
Tezuka turned his back on him as the rest of the regulars pounced. At this point Taka had a racket in his hand and Inui... well, let's just say that he didn't exactly have a fun rest of the week and was oddly sore for the rest of the week and looking in the mirror, well, he could see the sunrise.
A single crow flew over Seigaku and crowed, "Ahou!" /ahou means idiot/
A/N: Thanks for staying with me through all these chapters! I'm happy to have written for you. Reviews are appreciated, and flames will be used for a end-of-story celebration BBQ! Everyone's welcome.