Disclaimer: I do not own PoT or it's characters. But I do own one thing: my computer, this plot, and the future restaurant. I'm not sure about Tokyo's Tennis Garden though, if there is one, then I don't own it, if there isn't any, then I do.

He started to mutter to himself as he walked to school at five thirty in the morning. He didn't get to eat breakfast, since the walk to his school will take thirty minutes and he woke up at five twenty five. He blamed it all on his pathetic excuse of a father. Echizen Ryoma was grumpy and mad, is that even possible?

His dad didn't even care to wake up to ring the bell, like his mom told the old man to do so. His cousin was out of town, so she couldn't wake him up. Karupin can't be the alarm clock, and his mom, needs sleep, a lot of it. As he arrived five seconds late, the captain and the rest of the team looked at his way.

"Twenty laps later, you're five seconds late," the stoic captain declared, sending the young tennis player in shock.

"But buchou! It's only five seconds!" he cried out. He started mutter to himself as the captain glared at him. "Betsuni…" He pulled his white Fila cap down to cover his golden eyes.

"Saa…Echizen, shall we sit together on the bus?" the sadist tensai asked, smiling yet again. This time, his brilliant blue eyes were penetrating Echizen's eyes, making the young boy shiver.

"Nya, Fuji! You said you'll sit with me!" the acrobatic player cried out. "Demo! Demo! It's fine if you sit with Ochibi-chan! I'll just sit with Momo, nya!" Fuji Syuusuke nodded in agreement as Echizen shuddered mentally.

Once on the bus, Fuji immediately pushed Echizen into the window seat. "Maa…Echizen, do you have your answer yet?" was the question.

"Maybe," the dark green haired boy muttered out his answer. He looked out at the window, avoiding his senpai's gaze. Three hours and thirty minutes of sitting in the bus with Fuji's constant questions and Kikumaru's constant singing, the Seishun Gakuen Tennis Club arrived at Tokyo's Tennis Garden.

The view was extraordinary as the team stood next to the bus. Butterflies were dangling above flowers, bees were buzzing about. A very soft breeze was blowing at them. The grass was even greener than the ones at the school. Many people were entering the silver gates, paying their way in. After all, this was the most important match of the season; the finals to the Tokyo Regional Championship. It was once again, between Hyotei Gakuen and Seishun Gakuen. Many had thought it was the same old Rikkaidai Gakuen that would face off with Seishun Gakuen, but some series of event caused Rikkaidai to withdraw from the season's championship.

"…na, Kabaji?" the team heard as they entered the gate (without paying, because they're the one of the main characters). They immediately looked over to their left to see a group of white and gray sweats. Echizen inwardly groan at the sight of Hyotei Gakuen. "Well, if it isn't Seigaku." The voice drawled out, sending annoyance shocks through half of the team's body. The youngest was trying his best from twitching horribly in front of the opposing team. "Tezuka."

"Atobe," the Seigaku buchou said, not looking at the grayish-purple haired teenager. The said boy scoffed, flipping his hair. The silent war continued on without anybody knowing it was time to turn in the registration form. The tensai of Seigaku cleared his throat as he tapped on Tezuka's shoulder, getting his attention.

"Saa…It'd be best if we turn in the registration form, ne Tezuka?" he asked, smiling. The third year lifted his head up to the captain's eye level and opened his eyes; revealing clear, sky blue eyes. Tezuka nodded as his head, his chocolate hair following motion. The two teams parted ways, doing last minutes in rearranging the slots for the final time before turning in the form.

All teams, leaving out Rikkaidai, attended the last game of the season, the last game of that would be held for the Championship of Tokyo. The green haired first year was in a foul mood by the time the whole team arrived at the courts. He kept on shrugging off his cat-like senpai and his Black Hole stomach senpai. He glared at every single girl that even tried to step any twenty feet radius from him. Indeed, he was put in Singles 1, but he didn't feel like playing that day. He argued, yes he did, but only to receive twenty more laps added to his previous twenty.

"Ah…cheer up, Echizen," Fuji said, slinging his right arm around his kohai's shoulder. "You might not have to play at all." A growl came from the younger prodigy. "Hai, you don't have to play at all. We'll win by Singles 3 or Singles 2, so relax."

"Betsuni," Echizen muttered, plopping down between Tezuka and Fuji. After the announcements were made, he stood up and sulked off to the vending machine, with Fuji's sky blue eyes following his every moves.

The machine rattled as he reached down to take his grape Ponta. As he walked back, he saw the goal on the scoreboard: 40-15. Seigaku was leading Doubles 2. A small smirk made its way on his face as he settled down once again between Fuji (in which he was pulled really close to) and Tezuka. He let out a yawn as the crowd cheered for the Seigaku's victory on Doubles 2 twenty minutes later.

After the five minutes break, Oishi and Kikumaru (who jumped up from his seat) were positioned on the courts in the familiar I Formation. Inui had his notebook out and ready to take down any data he could. When the first ball was served, the bespectacled boy started muttering percentages as he scribbled in his green notebook. Echizen leaned back and closed his eyes, oblivious to the fact that a pair of eyes was studying his features.

The young tennis prodigy jumped up when the crowd cheered. He wearily blinked as he saw Kikumaru glomping Oishi. "I told you, Echizen, you won't have to play Singles 1 today," Fuji said, smiling.

"I wonder what made Hyotei lost," Echizen muttered. "The sets only last around thirty minutes."

"Oh no, you're wrong," the Seigaku tensai said, smiling. "Each set lasted for more than an hour. So you could say that this round against Hyotei was almost the same as the last." The younger boy disregarded everything after he found out the sets lasted over an hour or so. "Saa…ganbatte yo, Momo." The powerhouse of Seigaku nodded as he walked up to the court, ready for Singles 3 to begin.

Once again, the golden eyed boy fell asleep, waking up an hour later to find Seigaku lost Singles 3. As Fuji stood up, he ruffled the young boy's hair for good luck. He muttered something under his breath as he took his racket and walked to the court. This time, Echizen stayed awake, wide awake, watching the small, bright, green ball flying back and forth between the two Singles 2 players. For each step, he saw the grace in Fuji's footwork. Every time Fuji hits the ball, beads of sweats would fly off his body, highlighting the frame of his face. The bright sun illuminated the sky blue eyes, forcing a small tinge of redness onto Echizen's cheeks.

Damn, he thought as he pulled his cap down to hide his red cheeks. The hell is wrong with me? He continued to watch until the match ended fifty minutes later with Seigaku taking the title as Championship of Tokyo. He was right; I didn't have to play today. When Echizen stood in front of the net, Fuji looked at the younger boy and smiled at him. After the award ceremony, both team piled onto their rightful bus to head back.

While piling into the bus, Fuji pulled Echizen aside, smiling at him. "Yeah, yeah, you were right, senpai," the younger latter muttered. The latter just smiled as he nodded. "Okay, okay, stop looking at me like that. I'll have a definite answer by Monday."

"Saa…let's go, Echizen," Fuji said, happy with the answer. On the way back, Echizen fell asleep on Fuji's shoulder, sleeping like a cat. He jolts awake as the bus came to a complete stop. "Not enough sleep, Echizen-kun?" An eyebrow twitched on the said boy, hearing his name followed by an honorifics.

"Hai," he muttered as he pulled his cap down again. "Ja." He slung his bag over his shoulder, walking the opposite direction as he senpai-tachi. When he got home, he uttered out a sleepy 'tadaima' and then went straight upstairs with his Himalayan cat following. After changing, the first year of Seigaku fell on his bed, falling asleep to the purring of his cat. The weekend passed by quickly, passing to the next Monday, the day that Echizen will answer to Fuji's question.

Dear Tensai,

I think I've truly fallen in love with my senpai. I've seen boy and boy couples around at school. So is it normal? What if…what if he rushed into things? Like…spending every night with me and…and…when we wake up, we're weak and we can't attend practice. That's what I'm mostly worried. I'm afraid that he'll rush into things and I might get uncomfortable around him. What should I do when he's avoiding me? Ugh, I'm really confuse now, Tensai.

Yours truly,

Capped Boy

He let out a sigh as he opened his sky blue eyes. Slowly, Capped Boy's letters has turned more, problematic in a way for him to answer. As he sat there alone in the Newspaper room, he played around with his pen, thinking of a way to answer to the letter. He let out a sigh as he spotted another letter on his desk that stated Monday's date. He carefully slit open the envelope and pulled out the white stationary.

Dear Tensai,
On Saturday, I fell asleep on his shoulder. He also said that…that…he wants my answer by the end of Monday. Can you ignore my previous letter about our future? I didn't know what made me wrote that, but now…this letter, please answer. I don't get him, the way he talks, it's so mysterious. I can never see what he's thinking or what he wants. His attitude is cunning, it stunned me. Is that why I fell in love with my senpai?

He stopped midway, tearing up the previous letter. He smiled as he finally has a clue who this Capped Boy is. He planned on having more fun, he planned on messing around with Capped Boy for a while before actually telling him. He scanned through the letter, the rest, asking about love and such. He started to write, smiling at himself.

Dear Capped Boy,

Saa…you fell asleep on his shoulder? It must've felt nice. It felt nice when my kohai fell asleep on my shoulder. If he wants the answer, then answer him. You don't get him? Maybe he doesn't want you to understand him yet. You fell in love with him because of his attitude, yes, and also, the mysterious aura around him. Tell me, do you plan on loving him forever or what? It would be nice to know my kohai would love me the same way as you love your senpai. Ne, Capped Boy, I think you should really wait until he confess his undying love to you, and then you confess yours to him. Saa…take my advice for it, and it will work.

Yours truly,

Tensai

He set both letters in the 'Print' box before picking up his bags and headed out to the changing room. As he passed by Echizen, he smiled at him, causing the young boy to turn away immediately and hide. The auburn hair boy tilted his head to one side slightly, smiling at the young boy's action. Echizen stayed back, waiting for Fuji to be done while the other regulars exited the changing room.

"Ne, senpai," he called out, hiding beneath his white Fila cap. "C-can I talk to you?"

"Hai," came the soft reply. Both of them stood there, silence engulfing both of them. "What do you need to tell me, Echizen-kun?" A twitch came from the younger boy, before he sighed.

"Th-the date…"

"Yes?" A smile was seen on the sadist tensai's face.

"Hai…"

"So you agree?" A small nod in reply followed by a very soft 'che.' Fuji chuckled as he pulled the younger boy into a hug. "Let's go to the Hoshi Restaurant by the theatre after practice on Friday." The small boy nodded into his chest. "Thanks for the answer, Ryoma-kun." Echizen twitched again before pulling away from the tensai and leaving the changing room. Fuji started to chuckle to himself as he exited after his kohai. This will be interesting from now on.

Throughout practice, Echizen kept on avoiding the auburn hair. Fuji being Fuji, kept on appearing by Echizen's side unexpectedly and surprised the death out of the poor boy. "Senpai!" the exhausted boy cried out for the last time, dodging behind the fuku buchou. Fuji had just poked Echizen on his sides, scaring him.

"Nya?" Kikumaru blinked as the ball dropped on his head. "Ne, ne, ne! Fuji! What are you trying to do to Ochibi-chan? Tickle him, nya?" Fuji shook his head as Ryuuzaki blew her whistle, indicating the end of practice.

"Saa…Ryoma-kun," another twitch came from the younger boy as the two walked home together. "Shall I wait for you on Friday in front of the Club Room, or in front of the school's gate? I know you have to be in the library on Friday."

"Betsuni," was all the younger boy said.

"I'll wait for you in front of the school gates. Now, don't you dare run away from me, Ryo-kun." The young boy twitched again, knowing he has to get use to Fuji's pet names for him. Not even ten minutes of walking, they parted ways.

I should've updated a while ago, but it was hard to think, you know! Three pages long in Mircrosoft Words! Longer than the previous chapter! Please review!