Disclaimer: As Usual.

A/N: I have decided to stop trying to determine how many chapters one story will have because I end up writing twice as much. According to the 'What Katakana are you', I am 'Wind' which indirectly means that I am full of air. Thus, this will no longer be a three-shot, it will be as long as inspiration/my air bag supply, wants it to be.

What a Drag!
Part Three: In which Kirihara meets Mizuki, Yuuta is disliked and Hiyoshi is speechless.

"When that brat gets home, I'm going to teach him a thing or two about hiring a prostitute without my knowledge."

"You tell him, ojisan. I would have never imagined that Ryoma-kun would do something like this."

"A Shounen shouldn't be calling up prostitutes! I'm going to demand the phone number from him-"

"That's right!"

"-and keep it for myself," he added under his breath, and wistful look on his face.

--

"Now where did Fuji run off to?" Oishi sighed exasperatedly, "Doesn't he know that running around wet, isn't worth all the risks it brings. You could get a cold, fever, maybe even pneumonia!"

"Relax, Oishi, nyaa. Fujiko knows how to take care of himself."

"Eiji-sempai's right. How much trouble could he possibly cause anyway … never mind, don't answer that."

"Fshuu …" Kaidoh could feel the heat of Inui's gaze on his back. He sweat-dropped. Inui was seriously freaking him out, even more so than that time with Echizen's cursed racket. He couldn't sleep for a week after that, "Fshuu …" he unconsciously moved closer to Momoshiro.

"Mada mada da ne."

They all turned to Echizen's voice and saw him leaning on the desk, his head in his hands and fast asleep.

"Aww, Ochibi's asleep, nya," Eiji cooed, "Kawaii!"

"Echizen doesn't seem half as grumpy when he's asleep, ne?" Momo leaned closer to have a better look at Ryoma's sleeping face.

"I wonder what he's dreaming off?"

"I bet it's about tennis," Momo chirped up.

"Fshuu …" (Translation: He's probably dreaming about his cat … I know I would.)

"I know, I know. It's about his girl friend, nyaa. Puppy love is so cute."

"Yeah," Momo had an intense look of reminiscing on his face, "It's was good being young."

"You're still young, Momo," Oishi gave him a look.

As the regulars of Seigaku debated over the content of Ryoma's dream, the boy in question was too caught up in rescuing his beloved Princess Tezuka from the clutches of his evil stepmother, Queen Atobe. A fleeting smirk passed across his face, "Mada mada da ne," he mumbled.

--

Kirihara stopped in the middle of the street and looked around. He continued the action for a good ten minutes before grabbing his hair in frustration and shouted, "Where the hell is Seigaku!"

People turned their attention towards him, disgust written on their faces at the sight of a girl being so crude.

"You're looking for Seigaku?" a seductive and somewhat amused voice came from behind him.

Kirihara twirled around and came face to face with … his long lost twin brother - a gayer, more fashion deficient long lost twin brother.

"So …" he drawled, "I'm actually headed to Seigaku myself. You can come along if you like."

There was something in the air around him that told Kirihara that this wasn't someone he should be trusting, but he was desperate and would accept help from starving lion if there was one.

"I'm the manager of St. Rudolph, Mizuki Hajime. Good to meet you …"

"Kirika Ayako," Kirihara was starting to get used to referring to himself with that name that he afraid he's accidentally call himself Ayako in front of the most unfortunate people, mainly, his teammates.

"Kirika-san," Mizuki nodded his head, "are you alone?"

So, this is the infamous Mizuki, the one who changed everyone's perspective of the sexual preferences of St. Rudolph's tennis club. "Yes," he couldn't help but stare at Mizuki's blindingly purple shirt, it had little neon pink flower prints on them and made Kirihara's eyes water if he looked at them for too long.

"Why are you going to Seigaku, if I may ask," Mizuki said that with such sweetness that Kirihara's expected a couple of teeth to suddenly drop out.

"I'm going there to seduce Echizen Ryoma," he answered back, 'No I'm not. I'd rather seduce Fuji!'

"Oh, really?" Mizuki raised an eyebrow.

"Mizuki-san, who are you talking to?"

"Ah, Yuuta-kun," Mizuki snickered, "meet Kirika-san. She's going to Seigaku to seduce Echizen Ryoma."

"Echizen?" Yuuta raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

Kirihara glared at him, "Who are you?"

"This is Fuji Yuuta," Mizuki intercepted, his finger twirling a few strands of his hair. His actions made Kirihara nostalgic about his own head of curls.

"Fuji? Fuji Syuusuke's little brother?"

Yuuta's eyebrow twitched.

"Yes, but don't refer to me like that. It's Yuuta."

"Fine, fine. There's no need to bite my head off," Kirihara raised his hands up in defence.

"Perhaps we should be on our way, it looks like a storm's coming."

Indeed, black clouds seem to be coming their way from all directions. Maybe this time the goddess of Yaoi wanted to see all the boys in tight, wet tee shirts?

--

"Hiyoshi," Atobe sauntered into the Hyoutei changing room.

"What?"

"Pack your bags. Ore-sama has just traded you off to Fuji Syuusuke."

"…"

"What are you waiting for, an invitation? That wasn't a request."

"…"

"Kabaji, make him pack his bags."

"Usu," Kabaji popped up out of nowhere suddenly.

"And don't forget to bring clean underwear, nothing says vagabond more than a pair of dirty undergarments."

"Usu."

"…"

--

"I can't wait for tomorrow," Fuji thought fondly, "I've always wanted to try some new Hyoutei blood."

"Fuji!"

Oishi smothered him the moment he got into the room, "Where have you been? I've been worried sick. What if you fell down the stairs? Tezuka hasn't come back since his rendezvous with Atobe, and everyone's been a nervous wreck."

"Err, Oishi … no, we haven't, nya."

"That's right, Oishi-sempai. You're the one who's been worried."

There was a loud boom before the electricity in the building went out.

"Unyaa!" Eiji exclaimed and clamped onto Oishi's arm, "hold me, Oishi. I'm scared."

Kaidoh moved closer towards the group, "Fshuu …" (Translation: Oh no, it's the cursed racket incident all over again) He almost cried.

"And just when we thought things couldn't get wor -"

Kawamura rushed over and clamped a hand over Momo's mouth, stopping whatever he had to say, "Don't say that, Momo. When you say that, for sure something is going to happen. Bad luck knows what you're thinking."

There, they sat, the boys of Seishun Gakuen Junior High tennis club, clutching onto each other for comfort and safety in the darkness of the room. Outside, the rain began picking up.

End Part Three.

I promise that part four won't take as long.