Ugh, I'm loosing inspiration for this story. But I promise I'll try my best to finish it! Yosh, too work I go! Oh yeah, and to the person, uh, ojyou, yeah that's it. Anyways, I agree with you, Tsuki is a major Mary-Sue. I can honestly respect your choice and, if you really are reading this, I can't remember all of your comment but the reason for Tsuki having "three names" is because her parents combined their last names, "Ushiro" being her mothers and "Amagumo" being her fathers. Yeah, I know this may not be Japanese like, but I just learned that and I'm not planning on changing it. Yet again, I respect you for your opinions and I'll try to follow your advice. Thank you.

Chapter Starts

"Ah, I can't believe I got myself into this much trouble over one silly practice," I grumbled as I picked up all the little yellow tennis balls that the club had thrown about today. It had been a week and Tezuka still hadn't forgiven me for my stupid little vacation, "But I do suppose I deserve it."

I looked around the now empty tennis courts; practice had already ended and I had to come clean up as soon as I had finished changing. Putting a hand to my forehead, I swiped off the small beads of sweat that were forming up there. Even though fall had finally come and the leaves of the trees were slowly falling to the floor, the sun still liked to blaze its unforgiving rays down on the earth.

"There, all finished," I sighed, placing the last tennis ball in its carrier, "Now I can just—!"

I watched in horror as my miserable attempt to pick up the carrier resulted in me dropping it to the floor, thus allowing all the tennis balls to be free once more. I growled in frustration, kicking one of the yellow orbs of doom that just so happened to be in my way; today just wasn't my day.

"Do you want some help there?"

I turned towards the entrance of the tennis courts expected the smirking face of Momo to be in my way, but instead I found a slightly disheveled Naoki. It had been a while since I thought about my teen health partner; I wonder how our egg's doing.

"That would be much appreciated," I smiled wearily as I once again started picking up the tennis balls, "So what brings you around the tennis courts?"

"I just thought our kid would like to see its mother once in a while," he said, smirking as he held up the little egg carrier, "It does need to see its mother every now and then you know."

"Haha, very funny Mr. Comedian, now tell the joke that doesn't suck," I stuck my tongue out at him childishly only to receive a tennis ball being thrown at me in return, "Hey, watch where you throw things!"

"Whatever, but I'm being serious here. You haven't helped me with the project in a while."

"What's there to help with?" I asked as I dumped an armful of tennis balls into their basket. "It's an egg. All you have to do is make sure it doesn't get cracked!"

"Right, well, you see about that little fact there…"

I didn't like that tone of voice Naoki just used; he sounded nervous, "What did you do to Jiko-chan?"

"I thought it was a boy," he said, raising a brow.

"Just because Jiko-chan is a boy does not mean I can't call him 'chan'," I replied, hands on my hip, "And that's beside the point right now. What did you do to our baby?"

"You just said it was just an egg!"

"That's also beside the point Naoki-kun," I yelled, getting aggravated, "That egg is giving us a grade for the semester! Now what did you do to it!?"

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you," he said, arms up in defense as I held a tennis ball in my fist towards him, "You see, I was in the kitchen yesterday getting something to drink, the egg was in my living room and my kid brother also happened to be in there and well, you see, he kinda killed it."

I looked in horror as Naoki held up the little egg carrier to me once again, but this time he tilted it so I could see what was inside; the egg lay there, broken into millions of little shell pieces.

"You idiot; you were supposed to watch the egg, not just leave it there to be destroyed!" I yelled, walking closer to Naoki in frustration.

"It's not my fault that my brother just so happened to have a hammer in his hands! I didn't know he was helping my dad fix things!"

He also stepped forward, anger showing on his features as well. We had gotten considerably close to each other as we both glared daggers in the other's direction.

"Well, how would you not know; obviously if there's a hammer involved then you here a couple bangs here or there right!?"

"They were working in the garage! I don't know how, but I guess my brother came inside with the hammer! He wouldn't know any better, he's only seven!"

"Who lets a seven year old hold a hammer!?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask my dad!?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Eiji and Fuji walking towards the tennis courts; probably to see if I was finished yet. It had become like some sort of routine for us to walk to homeroom together now, but that was beside the point at the moment.

"Hey, Tsuki-chan are you ready to—"

"Shush tennis-boy, we're talking here," Naoki growled, turning his glare in Eiji's direction for a split second before turning it back to me.

"How dare you talk to my friend that way," I growled back, "You have absolutely no right to—"

"Oh, and what gives you the right to yell at me like I'm some sort of stupid animal!?"

"Maybe it's because you are some sort of stupid animal!"

"You are the most aggravating woman I have ever met!"

"I could pretty much say the same thing about you, you pompous jerk!"

With that said I quickly threw the last of the tennis balls into their carrier and stomped off the tennis courts, Eiji and Fuji following on my trail. I could here, very faintly, Naoki grumbling to himself about random nonsense that I really didn't care about. At this moment, all I wanted to do was get to homeroom.

"Lover's quarrel."

"Shut it Fuji."

Eiji's POV

I could tell that Tsuki was really angry, so I didn't bother to trey and ask her what I wanted to earlier. Maybe it could just wait for now…

Naoki's POV

That woman really aggravated me.

I growled in frustration once more as I picked up my bag I had carelessly tossed aside when I got here. My brother had a hammer? Good going Naoki, why couldn't I just tell her the truth and say that I sat on it!?

I sighed heavily as I started walking on my way to my own homeroom, "Nice job Naoki, you just had to go and piss off the girl you've been trying to catch for weeks."

Looking to the floor when I had accidently kicked something I found that one single tennis ball had been left. I bent down to pick it up, spinning it around in my head as I examined it.

"I should apologize during lunch today," and with that said, I pocketed the tennis ball, walking away immediately.

Chapter Ends

Shortest chapter ever! :( I'm sorry, like I said, I'm loosing interest in fanfiction. Now a days I'm more interested in creating my own fiction. Oh well. I promised I would finish this story, and that I shall! But for now, writer's block still has me… Bye-bee.