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WARNING: This is YAOI / BL story.

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Chapter 22: Beautiful girls

The next day's morning training was conducted in the same manner as for the past days. After breakfast the players checked the groups they were assigned to and headed towards the appropriate courts.

"I'm beat", Kamio laid down at the sideline of the court. For the past two hours the Accuracy group, he was a part of, was hitting the balls into various basket scattered throughout the court using their signature moves. For the whole time they were wearing power ankles, which efficiently were depriving them of energy. Each miss-shot cost them a series of squats which only furthered fatigue.

"Me too," Chotaro laid next to Kamio. "I think I will not be able to walk for a week."

"Huh?" Kintarouu looked at the two players on the ground, "Why are you lying? Do we have a nap time? Yay!" He just finished his squats, after missing the basket with the new technique he copied from Momoshiro. After "the accident" yesterday where he rendered the court unusable for the whole afternoon, he was not allowed to use his signature Super Ultra Great Delicious sMountain Storm until further notice.

"Is he a monster?" Kamio closed his eyes. "Honestly, where some of them are taking this whole energy from."

"Don't complain guys," Kevin joined after drinking some water. He was also in the accuracy group. "You should be grateful that we at least get to train with actual rackets and balls and not sticks and rocks."

"With what? How one trains with sticks and rocks?" Momoshiro asked between his shots.

"Don't bet on that Momoshiro. Don't you know?" Kevin asked surprised. "Those are some favorite teaching methods of the Jiroh-Oji. You remember the time when Ryoma lost his memory before National Finals in middle school.?"

They all nodded their heads. Some of them even helped Echizen by teaching him tennis all over again. "That was a result of one of the crazy trainings his father served him. He actually almost drown that time."

"What?!" Momo yield and missed the basket he was supposed to land the ball into.

"Speaking of the devil," Inui adjusted his glasses and pointed with his chin towards the court next to theirs. Nanjiroh was currently looking at the players. He then proceeded to take out the notebook from his sleeve. He looked at it for a few minutes, then smiled and marked something then quickly hid it back.

"He is doing it again." Kamio said getting off the ground. It was his turn for hitting the balls now.

"You really think he is marking the players for the final team?" Momoshiro asked doing his penalty squats.

"What else would that be?" The red head then turned to Kevin, who raised his hands in surrender.

"Don't look at me," the blond shook his head. "I don't know and honestly I would rather not find out. Believe me, with Jiroh-Oji you are better off not knowing certain things."

"Momoshiro-kun" Kamio addressed the spiky-hair boy semi formally. "Do you think what I think?"

Momoshiro stopped the exercise and took a serious look. "Well of course Kamio-kun," he addressed the red head in return.

"Possibility that you two want to look into at what is inside of the notebook, 100%."

"Don't you want to take a peak yourself, ne Inui-senpai?" Momoshiro asked.

Inui cleared his throat. "I've never said that."

"Yosh," Momoshiro exclaimed putting the hands on his hips. "I announce the beginning of mission: Notebook."

Kevin only shook his head. "Don't say later that I didn't warn you."

That evening the boys started to devise the plan, code name: Notebook. Besides Momoshiro, Kamio and Inui, the group consisted of Ibu who was half dragged into it by Kamio, Renji, who was invited by Inui and Kaidoh who although completely not interested in what they were doing was sharing a room with Momoshiro so his option to decline was rather limited.

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The next day…

The afternoon matches for the day were finally over. They were, as Inui said, very tiring especially that Nanjroh and Ryoga ensured that the players did not get bored in between their turns. The workout was so intense that playing in the matches felt almost like a rest.

Kevin wiped his face with a towel and looked at his best friend. "I have to say your father and brother have no mercy."

"Eeeeeh?" Echizen lifted his cap with his left pointing finger. "Are you getting old, blondie?"

"Don't get the wrong idea, Ryoma." He scolded his friend. "I got used to it long time ago and even miss those trainings when Jiroh-Oiji is not around. Although that probably makes me as idiotic about tennis as you." He smiled. "But," he pointed his chin towards some other players who looked to be almost half dead, "I think your senpai-tachi may not share this sentiment."

Ryoma spared them only a glance. He then packed his racket into the bag and threw the bag over his shoulder. "Let's get going. I need a shower."

"Yes, yes." Kevin nodded. "Always so bossy." And the two moved towards the sports center.

They barely took a few steps when they saw beautiful blonde girl approaching them from the direction of the gate. She was wearing pleaded navy blue skirt reaching the mid of her thigh and the white polo shirt heightening her figure. Her blonde hair were fluttering in the wind.

"Hello Ryoma!" She waved her hand. That stopped Echizen and Kevin in their tracks but also brought unwanted attention.

"Oi Ryoma," Kevin poke his ribs, "Who is that?"

Echizen sighed. He tented to do that a lot more since he started to go out with Atobe. "That's-" he started but was cut off when the girl reached them and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Hello Anabel." Ryoma reciprocated the kiss. He then felt another poke to his ribs. "Kevin, this is Anabel." He introduced the blonde girl. "Anabel, this is Kevin."

"I'm honored to meet you angel." Kevin took her hand and kissed it gently. Chivalry scored him in the past a few points with the girls.

Anabel laughed softly. "Are you also a tennis player like Ryoma?" She asked.

"Yes. Kevin Smith at your service." He clicked his heels and bowed. "You might have heard of me as this one-" he pointed to Ryoma, "lost to me more than one occasions." He said proudly.

"Never heard of." She cut him quickly. Kevin instantly saddened. It was not everyday occurrence that a girl took the wind out of his sails so quickly. He was currently so immersed in his self-pity that he almost did not hear her adding, "Just kidding." She then turned to Ryoma, "Where is he?"

"Probably working in his room. He won't be happy that you came, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. But it was either me or uncle Kazuhiro. He is actually indebted to me now." She smiled and stepped back. "See you later?" She asked waving her hand as a goodbye as she was already moving towards the center.

Ryoma smirked. "Maybe."

"Ne Ryoma, who was that girl? I might be in love." Kevin asked when Anabel was out of the earshot.

"Told you. Anabel."

"Geeez. Don't be difficult. Where do you know her from?" Kevin pressed.

"She is Keigo's cousin." Ryoma finally clarified.

Kevin looked at the receding figure of a blond girl. "That explains a lot…"

The whole scene was being watched by surprisingly high number of curious eyes.

"Your boya Tezuka,-" Yukimura started.

"He is not my boya Yukimura" Tezuka corrected.

"Sure likes to be a center of attention, ne?" The Rikkai Dai captain smiled.

…

"What is it Oshitari?" Fuji asked his boyfriend who was currently contemplatively looking straight into the sky.

"I've seen that face somewhere before." He said looking in the direction to where Anabel went. "I just can't remember from."

"I'm sure you will recall it." He smiled at Oshitari.

…

"Oi, Ojaji, what happened?" Ryoga exclaimed when his father started sobbing next to him. He tried to wipe his tears with the sleeve of his kimono.

"Young… Beautiful… Short skirt…" Nanjiroh babbled between the sobs.

"Oi, Ojaji, what are talking about?! Pull yourself together." He started to shake his father. When Nanjiroh finally calmed down, he looked Ryoga into the eyes. "She could have been walking dressed like that throughout the house. She would come over to me with a bottle of sake and asked shyly "Would you care for another cup Otou-sama?" Nanjiroh said with a dreamy eyes. He was so lost in his Lalaland.

Ryoga hit him in the arm. Hard. "You know what Ojaji, I don't know what you are talking about and I really don't think I want know."

Nanjiroh suddenly became serious and looked at his son, "Thank you Ryoga."

"Huh? For what?"

"For Junior." Nanjiroh nodded. "With you and Tony and now Ryoma with Atobe kid, I honestly lost all hope to be a grandfather ever again." He lowered his head and moved towards the main building. He did not even notice that he left his notebook behind.

"What's up with him?" Tony asked approaching Ryoga. Sure coach Nanjiroh was unpredictable but up until know he did not see him in such a state.

"Nothing." Ryoga shook his head. "Father being his usual self." He then looked at Tony and smirked. "Have you been worried about your future father-in-law, eeeh?" He asked putting his arm around Tony and bringing him closer.

"You wish idiot. I was worried about him as our coach." Tony replied and turned his head to the side. He was becoming red. He was not that close to Ryoga since their last fight before the camp. He however did not pull out from the embrace. He rather missed it.

"I'm your coach as well. You should worry about me as well then. And now,-" He drew nearer to the light haired boy, "I could use some comfort." He closed the gap between himself and Tony, kissing him.

…

"Pay." David pulled out the hand towards Rick.

"Heh." Rick sighed taking the wallet out of his tennis bag and hand over the ten dollar bill to the bespectacled boy. "I shouldn't have bet with you."

"You are right. You shouldn't have." David smiled and stowed away the money into his pocket. He was not called resident genius of the USA team for nothing. At the beginning of the camp they bet whether Ryoga and Tony would get back together before the camp is over.

…

„Did you see that?" Momoshiro asked pointing a finger towards the place where Ryoga and Tony were kissing.

"Cut it off you idiot," Kaidoh forcefully lowered Momoshiro's hand. "So what that they are kissing?! If you like someone the gender doesn't matter. I'm sure it was hard for them at the beginning to admit it and approach one another. But they mustered up the courage and they are happy now." Kaidoh was panting at the end of his speech. His hands were clenched in fists. He was literally trembling with anger.

"Kaoru…" Inui said quietly, just to himself. Looking at Kaidoh like that caused him physical pain.

Momoshiro looked dumfounded at his friend slash rival. He then tilted his head to the side and looked Kaidoh straight into the eyes. The latter flinched. Momo then stepped forward to Kaidoh and put a hand on his forehead. Kaidoh momentarily become red. "You are flushed viper." Momoshiro said calmly. "Are you ok? You are not getting a cold?" Kaidoh blinked a few times getting out of the stupor he was currently in.

"What are you doing peach-head?" he hissed at Momo.

"Aaaaaa, here is the viper we all love and cherish."

"L…Lo….Love?" Kaidoh stuttered.

"That Echizens," Ibu who was standing nearby started to babble. "They have all no respect for social norms. They do not care at all what other people think…"

"Look carefully." Momoshiro pointed a finger again in the direction of Ryoga and Tony. "Look at the ground." He specified.

"Notebook." Inui noticed the object laying on the ground.

"Exactly." Momoshiro smirked.

When Tony and Ryoga left towards main building the group have approached the spot they've just left. They even might have looked inconspicuously if not for the unnatural whistling coming from Momoshiro, and completely dejected Kaidoh towing behind the group.

They stood in the circle around the notebook.

"Who should check if first?" Kamio asked looking down. Now that the players finally got hold of it no one was bold enough to look.

After a minute of silence Inui spoke. "I'll do it." Lastly, data was his life. He crouched and picked the notebook. He opened it slowly on the random page in the middle. His eyes widened to the unprecedented sizes. His glasses started to slide of from his nose. He promptly shut the notebook.

"What is it Inui-senpai?" Momoshiro asked looking expectantly at the data master of Tawamure. "Are those the names for the Japan's team?"

Inui adjusted his glasses back on his nose. "Eeee. No."

"What is it then?" Momoshiro pressed further.

Inui cleared his throat. "I'd rather not say. It's not for our eyes."

"Cut the bullshit Inui-san" Kamio tore out the notebook from Inui's hands. "You just want to keep all the information to yourself." He then opened the notebook. His pupils dilated. With a shaky hand he turned the next page. He then also promptly closed the notebook. "Those are definitely not the names for the Japan's team."

"What's wrong with all of you?" Momoshiro shouted and proceeded to wrest the notebook from Kamio's hands. In the process the notebook fell to the ground. Opened. All the gathered players looked down. There, three very busty and very skimpy dressed, if they could be called dressed at all, girls bending in the very provocative poses, were smiling at them from the open page. Immediately the players become literally red.

"Porn," Kaidoh broke the silence. That caused some of the boys to become even more red. "Porn," he repeated again. He then hit Momo upside the head. Hard. "You dragged me into this to look for a porn?!" He then put his hands into his pocket and turned on the heel. "I have no idea what I see in you Momo", he grumbled quietly under his breath and went towards the building.

Renji, who materialized behind Inui whispered into his ear, "That might be your chance, Sadaharu."

Few minutes later when the group already left leaving the closed notebook on the ground, a bright orange haired boy with blue eyes was coming back from one of the furthest courts. He stopped next to the notebook and picked it up. He opened it and smiled.

"Girls. Lucky!" He then tucked the notebook under his arm and went back to the sports center.

A/N: Thank you all for reading. I hope you've enjoyed it. Stay tuned for the next chapter and don't forget to leave a review :)