Before I carry on, who would you like me to pair up Fuji with? I can't
think of one perfect enough for Fuji. Haha! Review!
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It was a beautiful Saturday. Simply beautiful. Fuji loved Saturdays because it was when he had the most time to carry out his 'dreadful' plans. Fuji examined his list again.
1. First, he would call Yuuta and pester him for an hour. 2. Next, he would visit the street tennis courts. He'll help Momo with Tachibana Ann before pouring some Inui juice into Mizuki's water bottle. 3. Then, he'll go spy on Tezuka to see how he's doing . . . and uh, take a few photographs. 4. Tell Inui to stop following him. 5. Then, he'll hit the shops and accidentally-on-purpose, meet Eiji and Oishi, and perhaps, take a few pictures of them doing what they're not supposed to do in public. 6. Then, he'll get Eiji a stupid toothpaste. Hm, should he pour some Inui juice inside? Maybe not, Fuji didn't like to walk around with a friend with blue teeth. Besides, Eiji would know it was him who did it since he bought him the toothpaste. 7. And yes, buy "The Book for Saddists". 8. And if he has extra money, he'll buy Oishi a new koi and make him name it "Eiji No. 5".
Oh boy, Fuji opened his eyes and smiled. Syusuke Saturday, the day after Fuji Friday. (excuse me, I know this is lame). If Friday was good, Saturday would be better. Fuji reached out for his phone. Time to pester Yuuta.
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" Look, aniki, I'm busy, so will you please stop calling me."
Fuji hung up and smiled. He loved it when Yuuta shows his irritation with him. He's always so cute when's he's annoyed. And . . . for no. 2. Street tennis courts.
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The street tennis courts was already filled with the many familiar people. Kamio and Momo had challenged each other to a match. However, Tachibana Ann was not there. Hm, which means, I can't help Momo today, Fuji thought. Ryoma was looking boredly at his senpais. Taka was there with Inui, who was busy taking notes. St. Rudolph . . .
" Fuji! I knew you would come . . . " It was that sickeningly familiar voice which could only belong to Mizuki. Fuji pretended that he had neither seen nor heard him. It was a standing rule for Fuji: Mizuki does not exist. He turned instead to his brother.
" Hai! Yuuta! I'm so happy to see you," Fuji said gaily. Yuuta, on the other hand, looked immensely embarrassed to see his brother. He mumbled something about forgetting his tennis racket and scooted out of the street tennis court quickly.
" As I was saying, Fuji . . . " Mizuki was trying to strike up a conversation but Fuji ignored him totally and walked away as if he hadn't seen him. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a hurt Mizuki, pride severely damaged. Fuji smirked loudly, loud enough for his rival to hear. Fuji knew that Mizuki wanted to play with Fuji again after he trashed the former in a match many weeks before.
" Hello, Fuji!" It was Jiroh, he seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
" Hello, Jiroh," Fuji said and turned away. He didn't fancy a conversation or a match with Jiroh, not when he badgered him constantly on the phone.
" Would you like to play a match?" Jiroh asked. He didn't seem to grasp the fact that he wasn't wanted.
Fuji stopped and a brilliant plan came into his mind. " Hmm, why don't you play with Mizuki? If you beat him, I'll play with you but . . ." Fuji raised his voice so that Mizuki could hear him. " . . . If Mizuki wins, then I'll play with him."
" Of course!" Jiroh said gleefully. Fuji knew that Mizuki would take up the challenge, since it was HIM who had came up with the idea. Fuji snorted. He would be very well gone by the time they finished with the match. He went over to Inui, who began flipping through several pages in his notebook.
" I suppose you want to know which is Mizuki's water bottle?" Inui asked, looking at Fuji knowingly.
" Right!" Fuji smiled at Inui mischievously.
" Nike, black, twenty centimetres, " Inui read and nodded towards the bench beside them. " It's on that bench."
" Thanks, Inui!" Fuji said. Fuji pushed away several bags and sat on the bench. He slipped his hands into his pocket and took out a small container which had been used to put his camera film. These containers can come in handy at times.
" Hey, Mizuki, mind if I use a bit of your water?" Fuji shouted. Several people turned towards him.
" What? Whatever, just take it," Mizuki said. He was too wrapped up in his game to bother about his whatever became of his water bottle. Fuji shrugged. It was to his advantage anyway. Fuji glanced around him. Everyone was absorbed in the matches and nobody would bother to see what he was actually doing with Mizuki's water bottle. Quickly, Fuji unscrewed the cap and emptied the contents of the small container into the bottle. Fuji watched as the blue liquid mixed with the water, which began bubbling. Slowly, the blue colour disappeared as the liquid dissolved in it. The brown-haired boy replaced the cap and put it down. He stood up and joined Inui as if nothing had happened.
" What's the score?" Fuji said, pointing towards where Mizuki and Jiroh were playing.
" 3 - 2 to Jiroh," Inui said, scribbling furiously. Mizuki and Jiroh had decided to take a break and Yuuta had returned with a tennis racket.
" Yuuta, would you mind passing me my towel and water bottle?" Mizuki called across the court.
" Sure!" Yuuta said.
Water bottle. Uh-oh, Fuji thought. He had better leave before Mizuki finds out that Fuji had poisoned his drink - the hard way.
" Got to go, see you on Monday," Fuji said to his teammates and ran out of the tennis courts before anyone could reply.
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It was a beautiful Saturday. Simply beautiful. Fuji loved Saturdays because it was when he had the most time to carry out his 'dreadful' plans. Fuji examined his list again.
1. First, he would call Yuuta and pester him for an hour. 2. Next, he would visit the street tennis courts. He'll help Momo with Tachibana Ann before pouring some Inui juice into Mizuki's water bottle. 3. Then, he'll go spy on Tezuka to see how he's doing . . . and uh, take a few photographs. 4. Tell Inui to stop following him. 5. Then, he'll hit the shops and accidentally-on-purpose, meet Eiji and Oishi, and perhaps, take a few pictures of them doing what they're not supposed to do in public. 6. Then, he'll get Eiji a stupid toothpaste. Hm, should he pour some Inui juice inside? Maybe not, Fuji didn't like to walk around with a friend with blue teeth. Besides, Eiji would know it was him who did it since he bought him the toothpaste. 7. And yes, buy "The Book for Saddists". 8. And if he has extra money, he'll buy Oishi a new koi and make him name it "Eiji No. 5".
Oh boy, Fuji opened his eyes and smiled. Syusuke Saturday, the day after Fuji Friday. (excuse me, I know this is lame). If Friday was good, Saturday would be better. Fuji reached out for his phone. Time to pester Yuuta.
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" Look, aniki, I'm busy, so will you please stop calling me."
Fuji hung up and smiled. He loved it when Yuuta shows his irritation with him. He's always so cute when's he's annoyed. And . . . for no. 2. Street tennis courts.
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The street tennis courts was already filled with the many familiar people. Kamio and Momo had challenged each other to a match. However, Tachibana Ann was not there. Hm, which means, I can't help Momo today, Fuji thought. Ryoma was looking boredly at his senpais. Taka was there with Inui, who was busy taking notes. St. Rudolph . . .
" Fuji! I knew you would come . . . " It was that sickeningly familiar voice which could only belong to Mizuki. Fuji pretended that he had neither seen nor heard him. It was a standing rule for Fuji: Mizuki does not exist. He turned instead to his brother.
" Hai! Yuuta! I'm so happy to see you," Fuji said gaily. Yuuta, on the other hand, looked immensely embarrassed to see his brother. He mumbled something about forgetting his tennis racket and scooted out of the street tennis court quickly.
" As I was saying, Fuji . . . " Mizuki was trying to strike up a conversation but Fuji ignored him totally and walked away as if he hadn't seen him. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a hurt Mizuki, pride severely damaged. Fuji smirked loudly, loud enough for his rival to hear. Fuji knew that Mizuki wanted to play with Fuji again after he trashed the former in a match many weeks before.
" Hello, Fuji!" It was Jiroh, he seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
" Hello, Jiroh," Fuji said and turned away. He didn't fancy a conversation or a match with Jiroh, not when he badgered him constantly on the phone.
" Would you like to play a match?" Jiroh asked. He didn't seem to grasp the fact that he wasn't wanted.
Fuji stopped and a brilliant plan came into his mind. " Hmm, why don't you play with Mizuki? If you beat him, I'll play with you but . . ." Fuji raised his voice so that Mizuki could hear him. " . . . If Mizuki wins, then I'll play with him."
" Of course!" Jiroh said gleefully. Fuji knew that Mizuki would take up the challenge, since it was HIM who had came up with the idea. Fuji snorted. He would be very well gone by the time they finished with the match. He went over to Inui, who began flipping through several pages in his notebook.
" I suppose you want to know which is Mizuki's water bottle?" Inui asked, looking at Fuji knowingly.
" Right!" Fuji smiled at Inui mischievously.
" Nike, black, twenty centimetres, " Inui read and nodded towards the bench beside them. " It's on that bench."
" Thanks, Inui!" Fuji said. Fuji pushed away several bags and sat on the bench. He slipped his hands into his pocket and took out a small container which had been used to put his camera film. These containers can come in handy at times.
" Hey, Mizuki, mind if I use a bit of your water?" Fuji shouted. Several people turned towards him.
" What? Whatever, just take it," Mizuki said. He was too wrapped up in his game to bother about his whatever became of his water bottle. Fuji shrugged. It was to his advantage anyway. Fuji glanced around him. Everyone was absorbed in the matches and nobody would bother to see what he was actually doing with Mizuki's water bottle. Quickly, Fuji unscrewed the cap and emptied the contents of the small container into the bottle. Fuji watched as the blue liquid mixed with the water, which began bubbling. Slowly, the blue colour disappeared as the liquid dissolved in it. The brown-haired boy replaced the cap and put it down. He stood up and joined Inui as if nothing had happened.
" What's the score?" Fuji said, pointing towards where Mizuki and Jiroh were playing.
" 3 - 2 to Jiroh," Inui said, scribbling furiously. Mizuki and Jiroh had decided to take a break and Yuuta had returned with a tennis racket.
" Yuuta, would you mind passing me my towel and water bottle?" Mizuki called across the court.
" Sure!" Yuuta said.
Water bottle. Uh-oh, Fuji thought. He had better leave before Mizuki finds out that Fuji had poisoned his drink - the hard way.
" Got to go, see you on Monday," Fuji said to his teammates and ran out of the tennis courts before anyone could reply.