A/N: Ah… my apologies for the out of characterness. I really didn't mean for that to happen. And now that I got that nagging thing out of my system, enjoy this random filler chapter.

Chapter Twelve: Unlucky!

Now that Fuji had successfully made hell break loose and make hell freeze over, we can probably assume she's near invincible. Having half a brain and maybe some more, Mizuki obviously knew this, but was too afraid to act upon it naturally, still in stuttering and reserved mode. Yuuta, however, finally got fed up with the mass chaos his brother- sister was causing, and fearing the well-being of his teammates and their sanity, he made a few calls, and was about to happily get into bed for a well deserved rest when his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Yuuta." Yuuta squeezed his eyes closed as he realized that that voice belonged to none other that his sister. "Are you mad?" It sounded as if Fuji was almost remorseful and sad in a way, something Yuuta wasn't usually used to hearing.

"Yes," Yuuta answered, showing now signs of softening up or sympathy. After all, how any times was he explicated to his sister's schemes?

"I'm sorry," the voice replied, sounding, well, very sad. Yuuta bought none of it. "I suppose I'll not be coming back to your school tomorrow, right? But knowing you, Yuuta, you've already made arrangements, haven't you?"

"Yeah," Yuuta answered again. "You can go terrorize Yamabuki tomorrow, and maybe Rikkai the next. I don't know."

"Hmm… perhaps I will. Thank you Yuuta. I knew you'd come through. I was about to make calls myself, but the phone bill these days are so expensive," Fuji sighed, smiling. On the other line, Yuuta huffed; knowing that everything he had done was exactly what his sister had predicted.

"Then why are you calling me?" Yuuta asked suspiciously.

"Because I know my dear little brother would kindly pay the phone bill for me."

"Wait –CLICK— … Aniki…" Yuuta sighed as he slapped his cell phone back and flopped onto his bed. Oh well. At least it wasn't him dealing with the terror. And it was only a three-minute call, right? How much can that cost? (That is until he got the phone bill the next day and his eyes literally turned into goo as the sight of all those zeros. Must have been that massive chain call yesterday. Poor Yuuta was now broke and in dept.)

"Well, that went along well, didn't it, Echizen?" Fuji asked as she hung up.

"Tch…"

Actually, Ryoma wasn't all that surprised to learn that the girl who claimed to be Tezuka's cousin, that guy's (who he defeated) niece, Atobe's fiancée, and among many other things to actually be Fuji. He had had a sneaking suspicion ever since that match he had with the girl. It was fishy, and regularly Ryoma wouldn't have really cared much, but he had lost. Barely, but he had lost. (That stupid one point…) So that was why on a starlit night when out taking Karupin to the fish market he happened to stumble across the sight of the girl (pretending to be) looking quite lost and decided to investigate. After all, a little interrogation never hurts, right?

"Oh… it's you," the girl had said tauntingly with a sly smirk. Ryoma wasn't the least bit intimidated.

"I want a rematch," he replied bluntly, ignoring Karupin's meows and tugs for him to hurry up. "It won't take long."

"Saa… I guess it won't."

Oh yes. Everyone was going along so finely. It was quick, straight to the point, and effective. So that's how Ryoma ended up in another match with the prodigy he once knew. This time, the younger boy made sure to not underestimate his opponent, making every serve count and every swing make its mark. However, he wasn't the least bit satisfied when he realized the other girl wasn't putting up the least bit of effort to keep up. She was missing easy shots left and right and some she didn't even bother going after at all. It was as if she was taunting and pushing his patience, and by the end of the swift game (6-0 Ryoma), Ryoma was not happy nor was he very amused.

"… You weren't serious," the boy finally said as he took up Karupin in his arms and faced to girl.

"Saa… maybe," Fuji smiled innocently.

"Play seriously," Ryoma demanded. "I want another match."

"Mou… but I'm tired." Fuji laughed.

"…"

"Well, I guess I'll be going now. Thanks for the game, Echizen," Fuji said teasingly as she began to get up. However, Ryoma caught her wrist, his golden eyes narrowing. Fuji halted, turning to the boy.

"Wait. Who are you," Ryoma said. Fuji cracked a smile.

"My… Echizen asking me that?" Fuji said. Ryoma narrowed his eyes deeper as a frown crawled onto his features. And then suddenly, the widened as it hit him like a ton of bricks.

"…Fuji-sempai…!"

"Ne, what's this, Echizen?" Fuji remarked unhappily as they stepped into Ryoma's room, which was littered with just about anything you could litter from cans of empty Ponta collecting ants to dirty clothes that were forgotten to put into the washing machine to endless pieces of little trinkets and scrap paper. "Not very tidy are we."

"No," Ryoma muttered as he pulled down his cap and proceeded to clear a path by kicking some things aside.

"But I guess it'll have to do," Fuji smiled happily as she flopped onto Ryoma's bed. "Good night, Echizen."

"Fuji-sempai!" Ryoma exclaimed as Karupin slithered around him.

"Now what's the matter, Echizen?" Fuji laughed as she pulled herself to an upright, a finger flying to her cheek in a questioning gesture.

"You can't stay here," Ryoma said definitely as he picked up the cat and frowned. Fuji questioned his menacing stare in the eyes with her own brilliant blue ones. The staring contest only lasted seconds, ending when Ryoma sighed and threw off his jacket.

"Saa… my victory then," Fuji laughed as he picked up a nearby picture frame containing a picture of a three-year-old Ryoma holding a tennis racket.

"No!" Ryoma exclaimed as he lunged at the picture, but the prodigy was too quick for him, immediately putting it out of reach. "Fuji-sempai!"

Fuji just laughed as she tossed the picture frame across the room, sending Ryoma running after it. Taking this to her advantage, Fuji quickly and tactfully swiped a nearby photo album and proceeded to leaf out pages at top speed. By the time Ryoma realized this, a wave of horror washed over the usually calm and uncaring boy as he ran back to his sempai.

"No! Don't-"

"What's all the racket! Can't a guy read in peace!"

The three occupants of the room, Ryoma, Fuji, and Karupin stopped still as they watched a rather agitated middle-aged man emerge in the doorway, waving a swimsuit magazine around. Ryoma sighed.

"Kids these days! They're always so… so… You-! You brought a girl home! Congratulations!" Nanjirou immediately dropped his magazine as he made a beeline to his son and took his hand into his own. "Ryoma my boy! You've finally grown up! And wow! You seem to have good taste too!"

Fuji stared perplexed at the man as he rushed over to her and pulled her up, examining her from head to toes. Fuji felt distinctly uncomfortable under the older man's gaze, and found it very hard to believe that this man was supposedly Ryoma's father. Of course, he knew about Nanjirou's fame as do many people all over the world, but now that he was literally up close and personal, well… it's whole other story.

"Whew! How old are you? What's your name? How did you come to meet my son?" Nanjirou gushed out, all the while not taking his eyes off of Fuji's chest, which greatly disturbed the girl. "What size cup do you wear?"

"Stop harassing her, old man!" Ryoma spoke up for the first time, probably very embarrassed about the whole situation. "And if you had half a mind to watch the news instead of just reading those stupid magazine all day, you'd know she already has a fiancé!"

Nanjirou's eyes widened as his mouth dropped opened. "Ryoma you sly little devil! Seducing her when she already has a guy she's going to marry! What a son I have!"

"No!" Ryoma growled as he pushed his father away from Fuji. "It's nothing like that! She's just a classmate!"

"Who is in your room nine o' clock at night and you're not doing homework!" Nanjirou obsevered. "And the room seems to be in a mess, (Ryoma: It's not like it isn't always) and your blankets are all tossed up, (Ryoma: It's not like I ever make my bed) and she was on your bed. (Ryoma: I don't like where this is going…) …No… it couldn't be! Ryoma, have you two-"

"OUT! OUT!" Ryoma roared as he roughly shoved his father out of his room.

"Remember, my son! Go easy on her! She's probably still-"

SLAM!

"Saa… that was… interesting."

"Big news desu! Big news desu!"

The freshman, quickly after overhearing the news while passing near the principal's office, had immediately taken off in a brisk dash and didn't dare slow down until he was well into the perimeter of the Yamabuki tennis courts. His headband must have fallen down at least eight or nine times, and it was a wonder he hadn't trip. However, his luck abruptly ended once he ran onto the court and his headband fell over his eyes again resulting in him accidentally stumbling on a tennis ball.

"What's the hurry, Dan-kun? After all, the sun is shining and it's a marvelously lucky day and we should all be kicking back and slacking off," a wistful and joking voice sounded as Dan felt himself get pulled up to his feet and his headband pushed out of his eyes.

"I heard that, Sengoku! And there will be no slacking off!" Minami yelled from across the court.

"Kidding, kidding!" Sengoku returned with a grin. Then he turned back to Dan.

"So, Dan-kun, what's the big news?" he asked.

"She- She's here desu!" Dan mustered out between pants. "H-Hyoutei's Atobe-san's fiancée desu!"

"She's here?" Muromachi gasped.

"She's here?" Minami gasped.

"She's here!" gasped a random Yamabuki person who immediately got pushed out of the scene.

"It's about time she got here," Sengoku laughed. Who do you think took care of the paperwork?

"What's that bastard doing here?" Akutsu scoffed. The Yamabuki regulars blinked.

"What are you doing here?" Nitobe asked.

"Yeah! What?" Kita reinforced.

Akutsu glared at them as he slowly advanced onto the two. Nitobe and Kita were starting to regret themselves voicing their questions as the monster towered above them, completely blocking out the sun. The two stared at Akutsu with fear. Fear of being killed. Really.

"How dare you question me! ME! Akutsu! Akutsu Jin!" Akutsu roared in a scary voice as he pointed his pink tennis racket in their faces. Nitobe and Kita whimpered. Damn how they forgot how scary Akutsu could be…

"Now, no need to scare them, Jin-chan!" Sengoku said teasingly, giving Akutsu a pat on the back despite the other regular's desperate shakes of their heads, trying to tell him no. "After all-"

"You ($&#(! Do you know who you're talking to!" Akutsu growled as he yanked Sengoku up by the collar, the carrot-head only sheepishly grinning. It's kind of obvious now that Akutsu has been having a bad day. (But since when does he ever have a good one?)

"Hehe… sorry?" Sengoku offered with a happy smile. Akutsu frowned, but nonetheless, shoved the boy out of his view. "Ah… I knew I shouldn't have invited him to practice…"

"Then why did you?" Higashimata asked curiously, though he probably already knew what the answer was going to be.

"Because I was feeling happy and lucky then!"

"…"

"Class, this is our new transfer student, Fujiko Suzume."

The teacher's voice, however, was drowned out by the uncharacteristic outburst of voices of the students, all throwing their random questions towards Fuji.

"WAH! You're her! You're really her!"

"What are you doing at Yamabuki! Shouldn't you be at Hyoutei or Seigaku?"

"Are you really going to be married to Atobe!"

"Are you really Tezuka's cousin!"

"Do you really already have a kid!"

"When's the wedding!"

Fuji just smiled, but says no word as the class slowly settled down for the day's lesson to begin. For the remainder of the morning, she was bombarded with various notes of all kinds, all asking her to confirm the rumors and some even asking her to have lunch with them and things like that. She was flattered, but slightly disturbed. Honestly, the lesson was interesting; it really was, even though Fuji already knew all of the material. And then there was the little leprechaun who Fuji was sure was ogling her from behind the whole time.

Saa… This will be fun…