Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis was created by Konomi Takeshi. Not me. Please don't sue.

AN: Cinpii admits defeat. Kaidoh's characterization still eludes her. Doesn't keep her from trying though. Suggestions for improvement welcome. Enjoy.

Innocuous Polygons

By Cinpii

Chapter 4: Kaidoh

It started out with little presents. The first time I saw it I frowned, wondering why someone would stuff a box of band-aids in my shoebox.

I picked it up, turning it over, half wondering to whom it belonged. Maybe the kid next to me had a blister on his toe, and kept bandages handy. He probably misplaced it, mistaking my cubby for his.

That seemed logical, so I turned and asked him about it. Maybe my voice was gruff, I don't know. The kid looked scared as he stuttered his response.

Freshmen. Hss.

It wasn't his, so I asked everyone else in the area. They all claimed negative as they backed away and shook their heads.

Hn. I'm used to it.

What I'm not used to though, is having my peaceful mornings disrupted by unnecessary musings. All through first period my mind was occupied with thoughts of who the hell dared to use my shoebox as storage space. That person would pay for invading my territory.

In the meanwhile, the confiscated pack of bandages would be put to good use. My knuckles could use a plaster or two. Besides, if no one claimed them, that meant they were now mine. As retribution, I planned to use each and every one of them. Served that intruder right for trespassing upon the space of Kaidoh Kaoru.

It was a small satisfaction, but I was feeling petty from yesterday's rally with the baka powerhouse. Dunk smash bastard actually managed win a point off me. Pissed me off so much I punched the closest thing – the fence. Not the most optimal of targets, but then again, I didn't have much time before Inui-senpai descended upon me with his latest toxin.

It wasn't until two weeks later, when I scraped my knees diving for Echizen's drop shot, when I found another pack of band-aids. Extra large and flexible.

The first occurrence I could reason away. But here it happened again. For the bandages to be absolutely perfect for my injury was much too suspicious. I asked around anyways though. Again, negative responses.

Was someone was looking out for me?

The only people who would know of my injuries would be someone present during practice. But who would care enough to give me bandages?

And who would go through the trouble to do it anonymously?