Yay, PEness! Personally, I hate PE, but there you go. Of course there'll be more Ryu and Ayane parts. And more Jann-Lee in this chapter for anyone that likes him.

Kurmoi's random note to self: Kiss guy that hands over Ninja Gaiden when Kurmoi buys it from EB.

Yeah… anyway. Enjoy, as always! I have to say I had fun writing the sports lessons, even though I hate sport. And I still managed to get one of my favourite sports in. Yeah!

"Right!" the guttural voice of their sport teacher, Mr Armstrong boomed, although everyone simply called him Bass, except for Tina, who was sitting there doing her fingernails.

"Don't want to break them. Daddy understands," she explained.

Lucky bitch, she thought to herself, getting into line.

"Alright! You, and you!" Bass pointed to Jann-Lee and, surprise, surprise, Kasumi. "You two are captains! Pick your teams! Now!"

She snickered softly as Jann-Lee immediately picked Leifang. Kasumi picked Helena. Yay, bitch team. Hopefully I don't get stuck with them… but what's the bet I do?

Jann-Lee hesitated. "You," he said finally, pointing to her.

Whistles and cat-calling started as she walked over to Jann-Lee's team. "Shut the hell up!" Jann-Lee shouted, stamping his foot on the gymnasium floor. To her surprise, everyone did. Whoa. That guy needs severe anger management. I'm looking at getting Hayate on my team, if anybody, but my guess is he'll be on the other side. Hayabusa won't be. Don't Hayabusa and Jann-Lee not get along or something?

Speaking of Hayate and Hayabusa, they were talking amongst themselves in the corner. She had grinned like an idiot upon first seeing the guy's sport uniform. Even though it was a snobby school, the guy's shirt was designed for fit people. Anyone even slightly overweight would have a great deal of trouble disguising it, unless they wore a jacket over the shirt. What made her grin was that both Hayate and Hayabusa were not wearing jackets, and she had only just noticed and fully begun to appreciate what a good figure both her brother and her brother's best friend had.

Yum. Chest. Wait… I'm thinking this about my brother? Gross! And about Hayabusa? Well, I guess that's not so bad, because he's not related to me, but…

Her thoughts trailed back to recess. He has a crush on me. I don't believe it. He has every girl at his feet, well, half of them, the other half are at Hayate's, but… he chooses to like me? And I don't know how I feel yet. So he's probably wasting his affection. How could he like me out of all those perfect snob girls, anyway?

"Hayabusa?" Kasumi's voice was hesitant. Hayabusa turned, hair following him in a swift arc, before he nodded and walked over to her side.

Well… he's my rival in whatever we're doing, anyway, so let's not worry about him having a crush on me just yet.

The rest of the teams were picked, and her original assumption was right, Hayate was on the other team. Whether Kasumi had truly believed that Ryu and Hayate liked each other and wanted to 'pair them up' or it had just been coincidental, she wasn't sure. Which is kind of sad, really. But even Kasumi can't be that naïve to believe that shit. Can she…?

"Alright! You're playing softball! Don't play like sissies!" Bass's voice echoed through the gymnasium. "Break a window and you'll be paying for it! Now go outside and play!"

That was easy enough.

First base. How boring. She stood there; examining her nails as… what was his name? Brad Wong or something went up to bat.

The guy can barely stand up straight. What hope does he have of being able to hit a ball?

Sure enough, two strikes came and went like lightning. "You're playing like a sissy, Wong!" Bass boomed. "Get someone up who can hit!"

Some murmurings from the other team, before she heard Kasumi's voice over them.

"Either Hayabusa or Hayate, I think,"

There were nods and murmurs of agreement. Or that could have been just because… dear god, she's like, asking for me to hit her. Dressing like a total slut.

Kasumi was wearing a fashionably short top, short enough that her midriff showed whenever she moved, and a netball skirt showing off slim legs. Slut, she muttered, pulling down her somewhat short shorts. It's okay for me, though. Because I came from a 'public school'.

She heard Hayate's voice, rather cheerful. "You go, Ryu,"

"No, it's fine, you can,"

"You go. I insist,"

"No, really, it's fine. You should,"

"For god's sake!" Bass's voice shouted over the top of everyone. "Hayabusa, get your rear end up here, now!"

With a bemused shrug, Hayabusa took the proffered bat and stepped up to the plate.

A home run, I'm guessing. Show-off.

Jann-Lee seemed a lot tenser then when he was pitching to Brad. The first pitch went wild, nearly hitting Bass in the head.

"Watch where you're throwing the ball!" Bass roared.

Jann-Lee made a face and pitched again. Hayabusa swung, and connected easily with the ball, almost casually, however.

She watched the ball go into the outfield, right across the oval, just inside the boundary line near first base. I knew it. I knew it. Perfectly down the line, and everything. Asshole.

Everyone swarmed around him as soon as he made it home. However, instead of the elated look that she was expecting, the look everybody seemed to wear when they got a home run, he looked distinctly uncomfortable with the attention. Hayate was next up to bat, and Jann-Lee's pitching returned to normal. The first ball was a strike. The second ball went out as Hayate connected with it, way out past third. She grinned as she watched Leifang run for it, the second ball in as many people for her to fetch. Seems funny that a bitch has to fetch a ball. Heh. I'm so witty.

Hayate strolled around the diamond, as though he was taking a walk through the park, despite Bass's protests, and still made it home easily.

Well, that's a good thing, she mused to herself. Hayate's always complaining that he gets overshadowed, although not obviously. Good on you, Hayate.

You asshole.