Once again, I bring you more FujiRyo craziness. The disclaimer in the first chapter still applies. I got the inspiration to write the chapter after someone (yes, you know who you are. ^_^) wondered what would happen if Fuji DID kiss Ryoma after drinking Inui-juice.

Response to reviewers: Yes, I'm quite aware that Ryoma is 12. That's why I leave it up to you readers to decide what timeline this occurs in. Who knows? This might be in high school or post-Nationals. ^_^

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Black Vinegar: Ochibi's Revenge?!?

"Oi! Seishounen! Did you have a nice time? Why are you late? Aaahhh!! Is that a hickey?!? You've got a girlfriend already eh? I have some magazines that could help you ..."

Sound of a door slamming.

"Idiot."

Echizen Ryoma promised himself that one day, he could beat his father in tennis by practicing against strong players. However, there were times (like these) that he wished that he could take his racquet and slam it repeatedly on his stupid (not to mention perverted and slightly insane) father's head. He considered the thought briefly but changed his mind.

It was a waste of a perfectly good tennis racquet anyhow.

Grimacing, he took a tube of toothpaste out of the medicine cabinet and squeezed a large dollop onto the bristles of his toothbrush. He added more for good measure and started brushing his teeth vigorously. He also started scrubbing his tongue, spat, rinsed his mouth, put more toothpaste and brushed his teeth again.

'Stupid boyfriend,' he thought, cursing Fuji mentally.

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Said stupid boyfriend ambushed him after drinking Inui-senpai's special... (he forgot the name again) juice; pinned him against the wall and thoroughly ravished him. Fuji french-kissed him (on the mouth and also on other unmentionable places) and would have enjoyed it if...

If it hadn't tasted so bad.

He had blacked out and when he came to, he saw the concerned faces of Momoshiro and Kikumaru hovering above his face. He was lying on one of the benches in the tennis club room. His vision eventually cleared and returned to normal. Ryoma sat up and blinked at the club members and regulars who were asking how he was feeling.

Someone yelled, "DON'T WORRY!! OCHIBI-CHAN'S ALIVE!!". Kikumaru, he presumed. He winced at the volume of the yell. And then he saw Fuji smiling, standing near the door of the club room. Ryoma glared at him.

Fuji caught the glare and smiled so sweetly that Ryoma had cavities for days afterwards.

Ryoma glaring at another person would have meant the other person running away, fearing for his life. Fuji, on the other hand, had absolutely no sense of self-preservation.

Fuji grinned wider.

Ryoma wondered how many laps Tezuka-buchou would make him run after he killed the team tensai.

"Echizen! We were so worried! I almost called an ambulance! I don't know what I would do if you didn't wake up, and if you didn't, I'd never..."

"Calm down, Ooishi. Ochibi's okay now."

"Inui-senpai! You made him drink the horrible juice again, didn't you?!?"

"I don't recall doing so. And it is NOT horrible. See, Horio-kun?"

"AAAYIII!! It's NEON PINK! That's not a normal color! Kachiro, try it!"

"Absolutely no way!"

"Well," Momoshiro said, helping Ryoma to his feet. "Fuji-senpai brought you here. He was pretty concerned that you had suddenly fainted while you were putting away the balls."

If looks could kill, Fuji would have been burnt into ashes by now.

"Probably from heatstroke. The weather's been pretty hot nowadays. How about we end practice now, Tezuka? Before anyone else faints?" Ooishi asked Tezuka.

"All right. Practice is over for today."

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That night, Ryoma sighed happily as he soaked in the hot water. A bath never failed to relax him. And his relaxation brought into mind several ways as to kill/maim/torture/humiliate his boyfriend in the future.

"Fuji..."

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Fuji Syuusuke sneezed.

"Aniki?"

"Ah, sorry Yuuta. It must have been allergies. Now about Mizuki..."

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