Disclaimers: Prince of Tennis and all related things belongs to one named Konomi Takeshi. I am not named Konomi Takeshi, therefore they do not belong to me.

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"Fuji! You are here."

"Is there a problem?"

"Take a look at the name list."

"...There seems to be tennis players abound in this school, is it? Is there a problem? You did say that you would do another selection before making a decision. So, it does not mean all of them will be in the finalized list."

"Ya! But take a look the pictures! They make up a majority of the good looking ones!"

"What do you mean by that? All these people are good-looking! If not, we would not have considered them in the first place! All these are taken without those candidates' knowledge, right? Perhaps you have not captured the rest at their best angle."

"Well, Fuji, what do you think?"

"Well, do what you think is best. From what I know of these people, many of them might object to having their photos taken-"

"That is not a problem! I'm sure we can make them come around! All right! We shall make it a tennis issue!"

"Stop getting all excited! It is not a tennis issue! A couple of them are not even playing now!"

"Formally, that is. It is futile to stop her now. I think she had a crush on them. I remember that she was a fanatic fan of tennis before. Remember how she was the first time she saw Fuji? That might be the only time I've ever seen Fuji shocked when she attacked him in the lecture hall. Besides, I think we can make some money out of this..."

"This is a school assignment-"

"Yeah, yeah. That does not mean we can't do anything else with it. I mean, after this, the pictures will be just sitting there. I think we should make a collection or a calendar... Calendar! That is a good idea right?"

"Fine, we will be doing that! Calendar of Tennis Players!"

"There is no talking to you at all! Fuji! Talk to them!"

"Well, if you all are set on it, why not?"

"You are enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Whatever do you mean? I have no idea what you are talking about. If you will excuse me, I have a phone call to make."

"...Hello, Inui? This is Fuji. I think there is something you might be interested in."

After quite a while, Fuji and the rest filled into the room. One was looking very excited, another resigned. The rest of them looked quite uncertain, in fact only Fuji looked particularly pleased. Maybe except for the one girl who is practically bouncing on her toes.

As the excited one went up to the stand, Fuji gave Ryoma a small wave and leaned against the board. "Okay people, we know why we are here. So, let us cut to the chase and get down to business. We are going to do a tennis issues! This is going to be so fun!"

Mumblings spread like wildfire throughout the room. Confusion was evident on everyone's face. "Don't worry, I do not mean that you are going to take pictures of your models playing tennis. Of course, if you want that, that's cool. Even if you don't know what you are doing, the models will. This is going to be great! . . .Ok, I'm going off tangent. What I meant was that all the models chosen for this project were, once or even now, tennis players. If any of you follow the tennis scene as I do back in middle school, you should know. They are freaking-"

Then, another person that standing at the back went over and took over the mike. She shot the other an irritated look. "So, that's the idea. All models chosen are or were tennis players. You can do whatever you want with that fact. The project is as planned, the pictures have to turn out nice and posh, that's it. We will now match the models to you. You are picking your models' pictures out of this," she held up a box, "to be fair. I think we have not gotten confirmed agreement from some of them. If you get them, too bad, handle it yourself."

She slammed the box down onto the table.

"Right, so who wants to go first?"
To be continued