Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: OCC-ness
A/N: italics means thoughts or emphasis on that particular word. I knew I shouldn't have started a story without thinking ahead! -growls- Hopefully, I could find my way through this without disappointing too many of this fic's readers. Cheers.

-That night after the session-

"… hmm…I wonder what would come out of this?" a honey-brown hair boy mumbled to himself as he handled something in his hand very carefully and lovingly – something small, something square, something that stuck fear in the hearts of the victims.

"Must remember to run over to the bookshop tomorrow to pick up some stuff too…"

-The following Monday-

"Isn't it a pity Fuji-sempai is absent from school today? He missed out on all the delicious sushi Taka-san prepared for lunch." Momoshiro remarked to no one in particular as he started preparing for the afternoon practice. Ryoma snorted, recalling a very happy Momoshiro volunteering to finish the absent Fuji-sempai's share. So who is he kidding?

"Hehe, maybe he got sick after drinking his own Spicy Tea nyah!" At this, both Eiji and Momoshiro chuckled evilly as they shared the same mental image of a haggard-looking Fuji throwing up repeatedly in the toilet.

"I hope he's not that foolish to finish all that Tea in one go! No matter how beneficial Inui might say it is for our body, an overdose is not good! Maybe we should visit him after …" Oishi droned on as he let himself being pushed out of the clubroom by his partner.

"Enough worrying, Oishi! Let's go practice! There's a new move I wanna try nyah!"

Shaking his head at his worried sempai, Momoshiro could not help but grinned – thinking how well the nick name "Mother Hen" suited Oishi-sempai and how disappointed Fuji-sempai was when he was unable to share the Tea he made. Still grinning, he opened his locker and found something that made his grin grew wider. Love letters! And there are four of them!

Waving them around, he exclaimed to Ryoma proudly, "Hey Echizen, look! I got 4 love letters!"

"…that's nice." the young boy replied indifferently.

"Ha, you're just jealous because you didn't receive any!"

Without pausing in the task of tying his shoelaces, Ryoma tilted his head to the dustbin which was full of … "NANI! You received so many letters!"

Momoshiro's face fell a little at the miserable comparison between his 4 letters to Ryoma's one full bin of letters. Nevertheless, he did receive 4, which most likely beat his rival, Kaidoh. From what Momoshiro had observed, Kaidoh never seemed to receive any. This time round, Momoshiro had an upper hand. Muahahahhaa!

He changed slowly, waiting for his rival to come before he opened the letters; he wanted to see how a jealous Mamushi looks like.

"...5 sets of push-ups and just 10km will do for today. There is a 90 percent chance that Tezuka would order us to run at least 50 laps today. So don't overexert yourself..." Momoshiro perked up, that was Inui-sempai's voice. And there's only ONE person who is so insane about training on the team - Kaidoh.

Sure enough, Inui and Kaidoh walked into the clubroom, getting ready for practice.

Momoshiro stood up and hold his letters high, saying in a particularly loud voice, "HA, Echizen, I got 4...ahem...4 love letters today! And one is especially thick! I think it contains the girl's pictures! Boy, it sure feels like she sent all her photos to me - from baby to teen!"

Ryoma continued doing his stuff, used to his sempai's boasting. But he was a little interested - just a little- when Momoshiro said something about photos. He looked up and saw the thick pink envelope that he was waving about...yes, it was the same one. Ryoma himself had received it too. But he had dumped it along with the other mails. He snorted, that girl must be pretty desperate. "I received one like that too, Momo-sempai." Such a simple statement burst Momoshiro's bubble of joy with immediate effect.

Momoshiro scowled at the pink envelope, voicing out what the others were thinking, "This is a love-hungry girl… to send photos to two handsome boys…and to think one of them is a freshman!"

"Hmmm…seems like I got it too…" the Data-man said as he opened his locker to take out a new notebook to record all his spyi-…er- observations. He separated the pink envelope from all the usual hate mails he received. (Basically those hate mails were from the victims of his infamous juice. It was easy to tell that they are hate mails too, because most of them have a 'DIE' written on the envelopes)

"WHAT? She must be really desperate! Erm…well…" Momoshiro could not bring himself to finish the statement as he suddenly felt goosebumps on his left side. (Inui was standing at his left) "Ah…well, at least I don't think she's that desperate to go and find something like Mamushi!" Momoshiro laughed nervously as he sneaked a glance at his creepy sempai. His laughter stopped short as he looked past Inui's shoulder to see… Kaidoh biting back a triumphant smile and holding up something – something that was very thick and very pink.

"….! This girl is one helluva desperate!" Momoshiro roared as he tore open the envelope, determined to find out who was the girl. A moment of silence filled the room as everyone looked at him, waiting for him to announce who she was. To their surprise, Momoshiro just took a look at the photos, blushed red, stuffed them back into the envelope and hid it in his bag.

"I would advise you to retrieve it back from the bin Echizen." he muttered, semi-hiding his red face in the locker.

"…Hmmm? Is the girl that gorgeous?"

"Do it Echizen! Or you'll regret it!" Momoshiro bellowed at the confused boy, banging his locker with his fists.

Meanwhile, the other two were silently opening their envelopes, curious to see what had triggered Momoshiro so badly was. Ryoma turned to look at them, his eyebrow rose as he saw both of them turning a pretty pink, stuffing the envelopes into their bags and mumbling curses. (Though, Kaidoh was actually hissing curses…)

"I would also advise you to get it back. There is a 100 percent chance that you will regret it if you don't." Ryoma, sighing, dragged his feet over to the full bin and dug the dreaded pink envelope out. Without giving his sempais the satisfaction of seeing his reaction, he threw it into his bag.

"Aren't you going to open it?"

"…don't wanna. It's practice time anyway."

"…!"

"5 laps for every minute that you are late, everyone." Tezuka stated as the 4 Regulars stepped onto the courts.

"Hehe, lucky we were on time nyah! You guys are 10 minutes late, so that will be 50 laps!" Eiji did a small victory dance as he laughed at the late-comers.

"…5 extra laps for you, Kikumaru."

"Hoi! …...what! I have to run too? And what do you by extra!"

"I said everyone because those on time didn't take the initiative to call them. And because you gloat over their misfortune."

Kikumaru stood rigid for a moment, his brain slowly registering the fact that Oishi and him had to run laps and thathe had to run an extra 5 laps. That will be a total of 55 laps nyah! Tezuka is not human…definitely not.

"…Well?" The stern buchou crossed his arms and glared at the stunned red-head. The last thing he expected was Eiji sticking his tongue out at him before running off shouting, "I'm going to tell on meanie Tezuka-buchou to his wife!"

"…………5 more laps for you, Kikumaru!"

After practice, Ryoma approached his creepy sempai, "…you can be a fortune-teller already, sempai."

"Is that so? Well, let me predict one more thing for you." Inui adjusted his thick glasses and scribbled something in his notebook, "You will be itching to kill tonight."

"…I'm always itching to kill my baka oyaji."

"Not that kind of killing… the real bloodthirsty kind."

"…huh?"

"You would understand after you opened the envelope."

"…so it's a cursed envelope huh, sempai?"

"You probably can say that."

Ryoma walked away, baffled, but his curiosity about the envelope's contents increased just a little. Well, he would find out tonight – after he satisfied his hunger for more tennis at the street courts, that is.

Meanwhile, Momoshiro has sped all the way home and locked himself in his room. Spilling the photos on his bed, he stared at them and groaned, trying to think who the culprit was. Could it be Taka-san? He came only after they finished their laps… but he said he was kept in by the teacher… It smells of Fuji-sempai's doing! But… he's not in school today…

He gingerly picked up the nearest photo and grimaced at the memory that flooded his mind upon seeing it – the manly Momoshiro with long curly blond hair with a stupid grin stuck on.

(Flashback)

Everything was going fine. He had learnt more new styles; styles he had seen in the magazines and he was proud that he carried them off well. Until…"Momo-kun? I want you to wear this wig. Although Yuki has long hair, but you have different facial shape. And I want to demonstrate what hair style best suit your facial shape." Ignoring Momoshiro's weak attempts of protest, Hanamura-sensai forcefully pinned the wig in place. He knew he looked ridiculous with that curly blond wig, mainly because the class burst out laughing the very next second, but he managed to smile...

(End of Flashback)

Momoshiro groaned out loud as he went through the rest of the photos – him with red hair that were bun up at either sides; him with thick wavy hair all the way past his waist, the fringe half covering his left eye; him waving his arms trying to prevent the sensei from pinning a blob of frizzy orange hair; him fingering two big fat braids; him trying to smile like Fuji-sempai as he tried on a hairstyle that was not unlike the sempai's and many more girlish hairstyles that did not suit him at all.

"Man, this person should at least take some pictures with me in short hair!" he muttered as he shuffled through the photos, trying to search for one that had captured him looking good. Not finding a single one, he sat back on his heels and said out loud, "This photographer sucks."

Many streets away, alone in the room, Fuji sneezed. "Gee, someone just scolded me."

Additional A/N: All right, I have prepared buckets and fire extinguishers. To contain those tears of disappointment from my beloved readers and to protect myself from the flames.