Disclaimer: I don't own Tenipuri.

A/N: Someone said they wanted some MomoRyo (though I'm not really a fan on that) I decided to write it anyway.

For the love of buchou.


It was not a good day for one Momoshiro Takeshi, it had started out as such, but all the fun had been sucked dry the moment he stepped out onto the tennis court and discovered, much to his chagrin, that Echizen had taken a sick leave that day.

Could the encounter with Tezuka-buchou and Atobe really traumatized him so much? How was it possible? When Momo had been Echizen's age, he had jumped at the chance of seeing something like that. Though, Momo prided himself in believing that he was much more mature than Echizen when it came down to that subject.

But it still didn't help much when he recalled all the fun stuff he had planned to do with the boy today. So much for the rain putting a damper on his fiery spirits. He'd have to curse whoever said that children shouldn't be exposed to sexual contents in televisions and magazines, he should know about that stuff; he was a child himself … in a way. He knew that he was being a tad too dramatic, but he couldn't help it! This was supposed to be a fun day!

"Momo?"

"Oishi-sempai!" he exclaimed, startled.

"Are you feeling all right, Momo? Because you've been standing in the middle of the court, staring at the sky for the past five minutes. Are you coming down with something?"

Indeed. Momo looked around to the snickering faces of his teammates, even the ichinen seemed to find the whole situation amusing. Kaidoh had his usual 'Momoshiro's-an-idiot' glare plastered onto his face, and this only succeeded in aggravating the said teen, "Got a problem with me, mamushi!"

"What did you say! Fshuu."

Oishi sweat-dropped at their antics, "Now, now, you two, this isn't the time, nor the place. If Tezuka sees this, you know-"

"Where is Tezuka-buchou anyway?"

A flutter or murmurs rose up from the crowd. This would have to have been a first; Tezuka-buchou was tardy. Some people's opinions lingered over the possibility of an accident, some illness, and many such speculations.

Momo knew best, though. He knew he saw Atobe's limo come from the direction of Tezuka-buchou's house while on the way back yesterday.

"Twenty laps around the court for gossiping."

The sudden voice broke everyone's reverie, and their heads all snapped around to see the stony expression of their dear captain stare back at them. Though there were almost twenty of them, they swore that at that exact instance, Tezuka's eyes made contact with each and everyone of them. That was freaky. So freaky in fact, that none of them questioned the order and all dispersed to do their respective laps.

"Momoshiro."

Momo was halted in his tracks when he heard Tezuka's voice, "Yes, Tezuka-buchou?"

Tezuka waltzed grimly up to him, eyes never betraying his emotions and he came to a stop right in front of Momo. Much to his surprise, when he had expected a mouthful for drifting off during practice, all he got was a gentle pat on the shoulder and Tezuka's voice saying, "Do not allow a chance to slip by from under you. You'll regret it for the rest of you life. Now move forward with caution." Tezuka shot him a shadow of a smirk and walked off, leaving a dumbfounded Momo pondering his words.

Seconds later, while trying to ignore the heated glares the rest of the team were shooting him because he seemed to have escaped punishment, he finally realized what Tezuka's words meant. Making a mental note to send his captain a very grateful card, he grabbed his bag and made a dash for the gate, eager to get to Echizen before his nerve escaped him.

"Mou, Tezuka!" Eiji whined, "why does Momo-chin get off without punishment? We didn't even do anything!" he pouted and looked at his classmate irritably.

"I have to agree, Tezuka," Inui pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the little green note-book at the ready, "the possibility of you letting anyone off from doing their laps is minus fifteen percent, and the chance this has happened before is zero percent."

Tezuka gave them a cool look, brushed off their words and ordered them an additional ten lapse.


End Part Two.

Ah, to hell with planning. There'll be MomoRyo and more AtoTezu in the next (few?) chapter(s).