Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own Prince of Tennis, XD Wish I did though (I think everyone does...hee!)

Drama Teacher Ch. 7

Class 2 was currently in the middle of another speech...again...by the most hated drama teacher....

She was currently explaining the way the cast had to act, depending on their part. For example, the king: Noble, royal, and all the other things you could think of for being a king. Ryoma swore he could have seen Horio's grin spread even further. He obviously wanted to order Echizen around, for if he couldn't be on the regulars on the tennis team, fine, he'll still get his satisfaction of ordering Echizen around in the play and making him look like a complete slave.

"Well, I hope that clears up some questions on how to act," said the drama teacher, "All of you need to keep your costumes at home until we have a formal rehearsal, which isn't until four more weeks. We'll be working on the play everyday until we get the play perfect,"

Ryoma didn't bother listening to her anymore. He had nearly fallen off his chair when he heard that they were going to be practicing everyday....that meant several dreaded things....

One, he would have to be with Sakuno all day long.

Two, he would have to put up with Horio, the unibrow king, nagging at him all day long.

and Third, he would have to practice his stupid part all day long.

But worst of all, the regulars would probably, no, they WOULD sneak in and peek at the rehearsals. That was something that he did not want happening.

"Alright, that's it for today, tomorrow, we'll be starting out the play. We'll be practicing so much that you'll have the script in your head in no time," and the drama teacher happily glided across the floor, bowed, and went out of the door.

Ryoma let out a sigh of relief. Really, the one that caused all of this was that stupid drama teacher, and he definitely wanted to strangle her, but somehow, the list of the people that he wanted strangle had grown, and the list had also ended up with Eiji, Fuji, Momo, Inui and Taka. Well, maybe he should reconsider on Inui and Taka, for they hadn't really done anything much, but still, they had joined in with the others and had really pissed him off. As for Oishi, well, he didn't do anything...yet...everything was going to have to wait and see. The others that were left were Tezuka and Kaidoh. Kaidoh didn't seem really interested in this whole play thing, and he didn't come along to see any of it yet. However....Momo might make a bet with Kaidoh about something on the play...A picture entered Ryoma's mind: Mamushi vs. Mr. Arrogant....Ryoma shook his head. He hoped that it wouldn't happen. The last of them all was Tezuka. Knowing the captain, chances were that Tezuka wouldn't even come. At least, that's what he hoped would happen....

What about his parents? The old man was sure to bring a video camera to videotape the whole thing. He recalled a flashback at his house...

Flashback

"Hey, boy, when's the school play going to start?" the old monk had asked.

"How should I know?"

"You should," his mother pitched in. Turning to Nanjirou, "Hey, would you be so kind to get that old videocamera and charge the battery? And make sure we also have some extra blank tape left,"

"What!?" Ryoma had been taken back by this. Usually, his father would be the one who would think of those kind of things.

"Sure, I'll be sure to videotape the whole thing down, and then I'll make copies of it! So that I can have tons of blackmail material left over, HA!" and the old man had strolled out of the kitchen, laughing his head off. Nanako had simply giggled and patted him on the back

End of Flashback

Ryoma briefly wondered if his father was somewhat teaming up with Fuji on the blackmail thing. If they were, that'd be scary....

"Alright, class, time for some math. Take out your notebooks and turn to page 132, lesson G10" said the teacher.

And so, math lesson began....that took Ryoma's mind off the whole drama thing, but he still couldn't figure out why he was picked for that stupid part of Romeo.....and why was Sakuno picked out for the part of Juliet?

After class

"Oi! Echizen!!!"

Ryoma turned around. Great, it was his sempais....He turned around again and continued walking.

"Stop ignoring us, Echizen!!!" said Momo, "That's not the correct way to treat your sempai!!!" Behind him were Oishi and Fuji.

"So, what did the drama teacher say?" Momo continued to ask.

"Nothing," mumbled Ryoma.

"You sure? I don't think she was in there talking for 45 minutes for nothing," said Fuji. (A/N: I'm just using the time that we have at my school...)

"How would you know how long she was in there?" snapped Ryoma.

"Every period had 45 minutes," said Fuji, continuing to smile.

Ryoma scowled.

"Anyways, what did the drama teacher say, huh? Any rehearsal dates or anything??" persisted Momo. Obviously, he was trying to squeeze some answers out of the first year student.

"Why should I have to tell you? Besides, you guys found out that our class got picked for the school play using some method, didn't you? So I don't have to tell you a single thing on what she said," and with that, Ryoma turned his back towards his sempais and walked down the hall towards the door.

"Well, that's one answer that we won't get," said Momo.

"Not quite," said Fuji.

Oishi and Momo turned towards Fuji. "What do you mean?" asked Momo.

"The drama teacher must have said something that Echizen doesn't really want to do....so that must be a dress rehearsal...." answered Fuji.

"Okay..."

"Fuji....don't go to sensei again," said Oishi, "You know that Echizen doesn't like it, so why keep on bothering him about it?"

"Oh, I'm not bothering him, Oishi, I just want to see that dress rehearsal," said Fuji, maliciously.

Oishi sweatdropped.

Tennis Practice

Once again, Ryoma was asked the same question about the school play by Eiji. And this time, it was made even worse since Momo and Fuji popped in, too. They continued to nag him about it, trying to get him to say something, but the more they asked, the more frustrated he got.

Finally, he couldn't stand it. He turned around, "Will you all just shut up and leave me alone!? I'm tired of all this!!! She said nothing, and that's final!!!" Ryoma nearly shrieked.

Everyone was standing there, a little surprised. None of them had ever expected such an answer from all of them.

"Someone's PMSing..." retorted Momo, rather loudly...

"I am not!"

A short moment of silence.

"What? I am not," said Ryoma.

Eiji was rather puzzled though. "Can guys PMS though?" he wondered aloud.

"Yes," said Fuji (A/N: How does he know?!)

Tezuka, who overheard the conversation, was rather disturbed by what Fuji had just said, "Guys can't PMS,"

"Yes they can,"

"No, they can't," everyone sweatdropped.

"...you do," said Fuji. Everyone opened their mouths in protest. No one thought that Fuji had ever dared say such a thing in front of the bucho.

"Fuji!" barked Tezuka, "30 laps! Now!

"Alright, alright," and Fuji ran out the door, and began running his laps.

Ryoma smirked. Served him right (A/N: don't be that mean, Ryoma!!!).

Author's notes: XD I guess I went somewhat far on this one....I dunno, I picked out random thigns...XD read and review!!!