Disclaimer: I think I should be shot for butchering these poor characters. Forgive me, Konomi-sensei vv;
She took great amusement in the fact that this never failed to happen. EVER. And she didn't even set it up this time. Ann highly suspected someone from above enjoyed watching this now-common spectacle replayed many times over; not that she minded of course. As previously mentioned, she took GREAT amusement in it.
"So we meet again, Tachibana imouto! What brings you here today?" exclaimed the spiky-headed Seigaku player.
Ann let out an exaggerated sigh. Really, she needed to start calling him, say, 'Echizen no tomodachi' or something, just to give the guy a taste of his own medicine. Her eyes wandered over to the other side of the court where the two sociopaths were.
Shinji's expression betrayed mild surprise as he made another new and exciting discovery about the world of grip tape commercialism. November 3rd. Mental note to self: buy Shinji-kun some grip tape for his birthday. Or maybe a lifetime supply.
"Maa, I just felt like seeing what was going on. After all, interesting things do happen here, ne?" she winked at the two of them.
"A-ah." Kamio managed to stutter his agreement before turning away quickly.
'Interesting things' indeed.
"Hm…let's go on a date!" Well, she HAD admitted that the situation always repeated itself. You'd think, after a while they'd be used to her joking, and yet…
"EEEEEEEEHHHH?"
Putting on her best "did I say something weird?" expression, Ann smiled innocently at the two extremely uncomfortable young men. Uh. EXTREMELY uncomfortable.
"Kamio-kun?"
"Kamio?"
"…"
"…"
"Uh, Momoshiro-kun…should we take him to the hospital?"
"Is he ALIVE?"
Kamio blinked. Oh dear tennis-gods. Did he just faint? Well, he was sprawled on the court, with four people leaning close to his face scrutinizing him. One of them being…Ann. Yes, that was of course wonderful. He had spent the whole time avoiding being near her out of sheer terror of making a fool of himself and now? He had just fainted like a sissy for no apparent reason and she was mere inches from his face. Beautiful. Wasn't it nice how things always worked out so well? So many options, so many paths he could take. Amazing that he could think all of this in such a short time span, he mused. So yes, back to the dilemma. What to do, what to do. Make more of a fool out of himself? Sounds good.
"Ah! Uh…yes. Uh, I'm fine, really! No need to worry about me! It's probably all HIS fault anyways!" he shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Momo.
"What the..? What did I do?!"
Honestly…Kamio had no clue. Brain. Malfunction. Leave. Run. NOW.
And as the remaining four watched the redhead dash off into the sunset (with his supersonic speed, befitting of Fudou-san's Speed Ace), the only question to be asked was "How much longer is he going to do this?"
Not that it was any secret that he liked his captain's little sister. Nor was it much secret that she was affectionate towards him. Nor was it much secret that Ann could be a sneaky and evil little child when she wanted to be. Even the great manipulator Fuji Syuusuke was known to respect her as an equal…
"Momoshiro-kun, I have a plan. Would it be a bother if you helped me a bit?"
And all hell broke loose.
TBC…when I actually come up with a plot. ; Ideas, anyone? Suggestions are more than welcome...please, I beseech you ;;