Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was a magnificent mangaka and an amazing author. They created Prince of Tennis, and Harry Potter, and sadly I am neither of them.

Warnings:Bullying, sketchy morals, future slash, future het, sports, swearing, Sanada and Atobe attitude, and AU.

Sanada Family: Gen'emon- Grandfather, Genkichi- Father, Mei- Mother, Gentaro- Eldest son, Genichirou- Middle son, Gensaburo- Harry and youngest son

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Genichirou turned his head to the side, completely bored with this photo session. The camera shuttered again, and Genichirou looked to the other side and raised a hand to run his fingers through his hair. The slight brush of fur against his neck told him that the kitten he was forced to pose with was still on his shoulders, wagging its tail sluggishly in its bored indifference. The camera went off several times and the photographer happily cheered. "That's wonderful!" Genichirou tsked, and leaned against the green screen and stared up to the rafters, careful not to knock the feline down. He wanted this to wrap up quickly.

The day had been long. They had arrived to see a full team working in the warehouse, organizing tennis players, outfits, scenery, and they even saw a hairdresser putting lowlights into someone's hair, telling them that it would make the photo's 'pop' more. Genichirou's instinct had been to turn Gensaburo around and walk out. The whole situation was ridiculous and they never agreed to it so there was no reason for them to stay. Seiichi had stopped him though, which was a pity, because now he was stuck posing for a man who was shutter happy.

"Okay, one more pose and I think that will be a wrap for you," the photographer called out. Genichirou crossed his arms and shot the man a fierce look, silently telling him to end this now. He felt as the kitten turned its head, looking in the same direction as him, and Genichirou hoped it was shooting the man a vicious look as well. The man took one last shot and lowered his camera. "Oh that was perfect! You're best look all day," the man praised him.

Genichirou didn't say anything as he walked away from the set and towards the wardrobe. He wanted this ceremonial robe off. He dropped the kitten off in the designated basket and play area with the other three felines. The cat merely looked at him and stalked away- ever indifferent. It was astonishing how well the cats had reflected their partners that day. Yukimura's kitten had been a playful thing, mewing and prancing around the set. But when the photographer had stepped forward to move it to a new position, the kitten had swiped at him and proceeded to do its own thing. Seiichi had laughed and said he would pose around the kitten, or nicely ask it to move. Sure enough, one gentle question and the kitten was doing as Seiichi asked, only it took it's time to ensure that everyone knew that it was no one's pet. It truly was scary how alike the pair was.

Genichirou shook off the thoughts and continued on his way. Just as he was reaching the clothing section he heard someone's loud voice over the noisy background sound, "- and if you knock and ask if she's there she will reply 'yes, I am here', but be careful…. If you open the door Hanako-chan will grab you and pull you into the toilet with her!"

Genichirou heard a squeak, and as he rounded the corner to the wardrobe section he spotted the ginger from Hyoutei leaning over Gensaburo with a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Really?" Gen-chan hesitantly asked.

"Yup, so you shouldn't go to Rikkaidai but come to Hyoutei instead. All the restrooms are completely renovated and ghost free," Gakuto happily spouted off.

Genichirou sighed and removed the robe and threw it onto the boy's head, cutting off whatever he was about to say next. "There is no ghost. Don't try to scare my brother," he reprimanded the boy. Turning to Gen-chan he frowned at him, "And don't believe everything you are told so earnestly. Besides if Hanako is real, you would never meet her because you have no reason to enter the girl's restroom."

Gensaburo perked up. "Right! And if I did Gen-nii would protect me," Gensaburo reassured himself.

"Come, let's get a snack and rest while Yanagi-kun is on the set." Genichirou didn't like the red-head from Hyoutei. Unlike his teammates who had been polite and went their own way after introductions, Gakuto had been loud and abrasive as he stayed behind, and had proceeded to make a comment about Gensaburo's height and if he could really coach or was just following Genichirou around. Seiichi had graciously informed Genichirou that the glare he leveled at the boy had been ranked among his top five best glares. Now he found the boy trying to scare Gensaburo with ghost stories and poach him. No, he really didn't like the boy.

"Oh! What about Gakuto-kun?" Gensaburo asked.

Genichirou threw another glare the red-head's way. "He's fine here." Genichirou would not allow him to tag along and try to scare Gensaburo again. Gakuto shrank under his harsh eyes, and that pleased Genichirou. Warning sent, received, and understood.

"Let's go. If you eat a snack I will let you play with the kittens." Genichirou steered his brother away, happy to get him away from a bad influence.

He walked Gensaburo past the group of Hyoutei players, and past Seiichi who was talking with the graphic designer and straight to the snack area. "After Yanagi-kun and Oshitari from Hyoutei it's your turn and then we can leave. Keep your energy up," Genichirou instructed his younger brother as he watched Gen-chan yawn.

"Yes Gen-nii…" Gensaburo said as he reached for some crackers.

o.O.o

The following week had been tense. Something strange was going on with his family. They had arrived home from the photo-shoot to find the four of them in the sitting room, in the middle of a heavy conversation. Gentaro knew what it was about, but he wouldn't tell the younger two. Gensaburo had pulled every trick he had to try and pry the information out of his oldest brother, but Gentaro had managed to turn into a rock.

Unable to learn anything, the week passed with Gensaburo taking extra lessons and studying alone. He fully committed himself to improving on his poor grades, and only took a break to eat or to put in some archery practice. Genichirou had gone to school, and when he returned after practice he had told Gen-chan that the team understood, and that they were waiting for his return. Gensaburo couldn't be sure how many actually understood and how many were threatened to accept it. Either way, he felt reassured that his team wouldn't be upset with him when he returned. They still had weeks before the next tournament.

Gen-chan finished checking over his last test, and passed it to his tutor. The man picked it up, fixed his glasses, and proceeded to mark the paper. Gen-chan sat by silently, controlling his urge to fidget nervously, especially since his grandfather was sitting in the room as well. Each swipe of the pen across the paper meant that he was one mark closer to the verdict.

He had felt confident as he wrote out the answers, but now he wasn't so sure. His tutor was pausing at some questions, making small noises that Gensaburo couldn't decipher, and occasionally sighing. It was quite nerve wracking. Finally, the tutor put down his pen, straightened the papers, and slowly slid the final grade over to Gen'emon. Gensaburo tried to sneak a peek, but he was denied by his grandfather's hand covering it. Gen'emon picked the paper up, read over it carefully, and finally placed it back down.

"You are excused," Gen'emon told the tutor. The man was quick to leave, and the action caused Gensaburo even more worry.

"Gensaburo, do you like coaching? Not as an activity to spend time with Genichirou, or to help him, but genuinely like it. If you couldn't coach Genichirou, would you keep coaching tennis? "

Gensaburo was confused. This wasn't like a 'Do you like coaching? Then you better keep your grades up' kind of conversation. It was more on the 'is coaching truly your passion?' type of conversation and that didn't fit the current situation -at least in Gen-chan's opinion. "I think I would. It started just wanting to help Gen-nii, but over time I really liked helping Seiichi and all the other players at Rikkaidai," Gen-chan answered truthfully.

Gen'emon gave one firm nod of his head at that answer. "This summer I was thinking of finding you a coach to assist. Reading books and writing letters will only take you so far. I believe that having a professional to learn from would be the best step into becoming a professional coach." Gen'emon explained.

"So… I can keep coaching at Rikkaidai?" Gen-chan asked.

Gen'emon placed his test down, finally showing him the score. "You were two marks off from perfect. I have no complaints about your grades now. Just keep up this standard and you can coach as much as you like."

"And I get to work under a real tennis coach?" Gen-chan questioned.

"Yes. I will call around and interview a few people, try to find a good match for you, but if it all goes to plan than this summer you can have an assistant position at a tennis club," Gen'emon explained.

Gensaburo felt like he was about ready to burst from excitement. "Was this what everyone was talking about at the start of the week? What you have not been telling Genichirou and I?" Gen-chan asked, wanting to solve the mystery.

"It was part of it. You will know more when the time comes," Gen'emon concluded the topic. "Now I believe that Genichirou is anxiously waiting in the dojo for the final verdict. Would you like to tell him or shall I?"

Gensaburo was on his feet and by the door in a blink of an eye. He respectfully excused himself from his grandfather's presence and ran to the dojo.

o.O.o

The day Gensaburo returned to Rikkaidai was the day that Atobe's campaign was released. Gen-chan wasn't there when they students first saw it, so he didn't see the initial reaction, but he did hear about the overwhelming success it was from others. The female students had taken a great liking to the campaign and were caught staring at the large banners decorating the school quite often. Gen-chan was happy that classes were still in when he arrived because he was embarrassed over the whole thing.

Four large vertical hanging banners hung from newly established poles at the school's entrance. The two on the left were light, and the two on the left were dark, representing Atobe's Night and Day concept. All four showed a different person, with a common theme…the tennis team.

The first one was Yukimura. Seiichi was wearing a white button up shirt, yellow pants, and had no shoes. A light blue shone from behind him gradually bleeding into white and wrapping around his blue hair giving the imitation of a halo. The entire scene made him glow with an angelic light. Seiichi himself had a happy look on his face as he held a white kitten on the gut of a tennis racket, smiling at the animal in joy. To finish the picture was a single line written down the side saying 'The Child of God'.

Gensaburo looked to the right and spotted his brother. Genichirou was draped in the red and gold ceremonial robe that he had been forced to wear, although he refused to close it, allowing the audience to see the jersey and shorts he wore underneath. He was looking at the camera with a fierce look on his face that was replicated by the cat on his shoulder. Both were glaring at the photographer and cast an intimidating picture. 'The Emperor' was spelled down the side in bold strokes, telling everyone of his power.

"Well that certainly fits him," Gentaro laughed as he stared at their brother's banner. "You don't think this will go to his head do you?"

Gen-chan giggled and shook his head no. Honestly speaking. Genichirou probably hadn't even registered the picture, or if he had, he ignored it and continued on his way. "I don't think we need to worry."

Gentaro nodded and then smirked. "Should we take a few more steps and see your banner?"

Gensaburo blushed. He really didn't want to see his face so large, and with whatever caption Seiichi had thought up. Without responding Gen-chan took a few steps forward to fully expose the last two banners. His eyes locked firmly on Renji's picture, not ready to see his.

Renji was sitting behind a large wooden desk in a suit. There were a few books on the desk, some stationary and lone tennis ball acting as a bookend. Renji was reading a book with some fake glasses perched on the end of his nose. His kitten was on one edge of the desk, standing up with one paw on a book, looking as if it were about to pull the book down and read it. The backdrop showed a study with dark woods and books with. It was a very rich looking set and on a gold nameplate, in the middle of the desk read 'The Professor'.

Finally, after much mental prep, Gensaburo looked towards his own banner and blushed heavily. He never had a photo session that day because he had fallen asleep and when he woke the photographer had said he already had the perfect shot of him. Gensaburo buried his face in his hands, not wanting to see the picture anymore.

"Personally I think you look adorable." Gentaro tried to comfort him.

Gen-chan's picture showed him sleeping on his stomach. He was wearing a baggy white sweater and you could see the excess fabric spread under his head as he rested the side of his face on his arms. His face was towards the camera, his shaggy hair falling down to cover his eyes, and his mouth slightly open as he breathed. The kitten he was meant to pose with was sleeping beside him, his silver whistle draped over its neck. Renji's kitten was lying down in in front of him, staring at the top of his head, Seiichi's kitten was sitting on his back grooming his hair, and Genichirou's cat was sitting behind his head, rising above his hair looking alert. Besides showing everyone a picture of him sleeping, the worst part in Gensaburo's opinion was the title Seiichi had assigned him. At the top of the banner, in a flowing script was 'The Miracle'.

Gen-chan groaned. "I'm not supposed to look adorable. As a coach I need to look strict and the picture of authority, but now all people will see is the child who sleeps with kittens," he whined.

"Maybe… but then you have the chance to prove them wrong. You can have a reputation based off a picture, or you can forge one by yourself with your own skills. Now seriously look at the picture and tell me you don't think it's good," Gentaro instructed him.

Gen-chan peeked through his fingers and actually looked at the picture for the first time. It wasn't horrible… "I don't look stupid I guess… and the kittens are cute," he answered.

Gentaro smiled. "Yes, but you outshine them." Gentaro took out his cell and started typing out a message.

"What are you doing?" Gensaburo asked, although he was pretty sure he knew what his brother was writing.

"I'm asking Keigo-kun for copies of yours and Gen-kun's photo's. I know Mother with adore them," The eldest Sanada son answered truthfully.

"You don't think she will hang them up do you?"

Gentaro smirked. "I am absolutely positive she will and send some to her sister and her family."

Gensaburo groaned and ran towards the tennis courts. Wanting to focus on setting up equipment to distract himself. Only it was futile, because once he reached the courts he was greeted with a large horizontal banner hanging on the fence. This time it was all four of them. Seiichi was in the middle with Genichirou and Renji on either side of him and behind them, looming over the trio, was Gensaburo's silhouette. Across the bottom in large white characters was a sentence that made Gensaburo decide to just call it a day and just go home.

'The Three Demons and the Master of Miracles- Your Rikkaidai Tennis Team.'

He would let his brother and Seiichi handle this.

I have not abandoned this story, just been working on the others. No worries there. Also, I don't know what y'all were thinking was going to happen with the Kitten's but I only ever had pure cute intentions for including them –as shown above.

A/N: SetoJouFan has kindly made a bit of Gensaburo fanart, This is their take on Gen-chan's banner, go take a look.

yuuki-neko. deviantart #/d57w2u6

or go to deviantart and type in Gensaburo.

Results:

Taka Wrestling- 15, Washing Socks- 7, and someone even voted they would do both.

I think I would wash the socks. 1) because I don't have the strength or stamina to wrestle, and 2) because I love the smell of clean laundry, so once all the socks were put in the wash I could enjoy the fresh clean scent.

Would You Rather…

Coordinate outfits with Dumbledore OR Insult Akutsu Jin?