Author's Note: LOL weell, Im supposed to be doing history homework right now for summer school, but I instead wrote this up LOL. I've really made Fuji OOC here.. ;o;. raaaawr. soooorrey!.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of its' characters (though I love it) :). I do own Aoi and storyline :D.

Reference:
Sensei - Teacher
Senpai - Upperclassman

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It's 1st POV., so all thoughts should come from her.

CHAPTERFIVE: A Bad Omen.

To fill you in on a brief update, it's now 6 days before I get my paycheck, and five minutes before I can complain to Sakuno and flood her with never-ending questions on exactly why she never showed up yesterday and why Fuji-senpai, I concluded last night, was the definition of a bad omen.

So I'm sitting here anxiously and killing the time by flicking eraser specks off my desk. The door is two lengthy desks away from me, so I occasionally glance over there and muse about when she'll come. Or maybe she might just be late for homeroom. Her and her tardiness.

Oh wait, there she comes, trodding over to my desk.

"I'm so sorry about last night!" she blurted.

I pouted and rested my chin on my hand. "You didn't show up."

"I know, I know, I'm so sorry!" she did an exact 45 degree bow. "Grandmother made me run some errands, and I thought it'd be quick, but it ended up taking the whole night! And I tried to call but-"

"You don't have a cellphone," I finshed. "And mines' was out of batteries," I added a laugh. "I forgot to recharge it in the morning."

She didn't sigh, or feel relieved anyhow. "Sorry, I'm sorry!" was the only two words that flew out of her mouth. It was like a broken tape recorder. I wondered, again, how I ended up being friends with a worrywart of a girl like this.

"It's alright, Sa-Ku-No!" I beamed. "I'm not angry at all!"

At least, I wasn't anymore.

".. Okay. But I'm really sorry," she bowed her head. I pulled my hand over her shoulder and pushed on her forehead with a finger. "Don't worry about it!"

Drawing back to my chair, I went on, "But anyways, I have something to tell you! Guess who I saw yesterday!"

She seemed to forget about our previous topic, and began to stack her textbooks into her desk. "Uhmm.. R- Ryoma-kun?"

"Nooo," I laughed, amused by her answer. "Not him! It's a senpai, Sen-Pai!" I stressed out the two syllables.

"Ehh.. In that case.. uhmm.. Fuji-senpai?"

"Bingo!" I snapped my fingers. "It was so coincidental, I was surprised myself. But it made me think about it, and I finally realized something last night after everything that's been happening."

She asked interestedly, "What?"

"I think Fuji-senpai is my bad omen!"

Her face screwed up into a confused messy look. "Huh? Really? He doesn't seem like one.. at all. What happened yesterday to make you think that?"

"No no, it's not just about yesterday! It's like, literally everything! First, the iPod, then, the racket-"

"Something happened to your racket?"

"Yeah, when I got this," I pointed to my thigh and reminded her.

"Oh.. does it still hurt?" she wrinkled her eyebrows.

"No, it's gotten better. But it hurt a lot before," I admitted. "And also, when we got in trouble with the Science teacher, about the pig thing. Sakuno, you know yourself that you never get in trouble with the teachers. And yesterday, I think I broke his nose."

"You what!" she exclaimed. I lowered my head, ashamed. "Yeeeah. Kind of sad, isn't it?"

She stared for a while before replying, "Maybe you're right."

I heaved a sigh, heavily. My feet squeezed in to barely tip the end of my chair, and I hugged my legs comfortably. When you plan things, and you think it'll be incredibly easy, sometimes you're exceedingly deceived. Another sigh followed the dead hush pinned between us.

"..Or maybe I'm the bad omen to him," I commented, just prior to the ring of the bells.

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For Phys. Ed class later on during the day, we started a new unit.

Tennis.

Tennis, out of all the things I hated in the world. Bad omens and their damn bad effects.

"Now, bend your legs like thiis, and stick out your behind like thiiis, and just keep your eyes on the net like thiiis."

I grimaced at the teacher and looked over to the other courts. There were two other Phys. Ed classes who were out, and they, unlike our class unfortunately, were just swinging their rackets around and doing whatever. Our teacher always made us start with an hour-long lesson, and I forget most of what she's saying anyways.

This time, I didn't have to pay attention though, thanks to my wonderful friend Sakuno who practices tennis continuously and nearly embeds the tennis rulebook into my head.

-POK-.

Ow.

Ooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

"Miyanami-san!" the teacher covered me in her shadow. "When I conduct a lesson, you listen to that lesson and nothing more or less. Understand?"

I rubbed my forehead in a circular motion and sulked. "Understood. Sorry, Sensei."

The sunlight twinkled on the rim of her glasses as she grinned evilly. "Alright. Thank you."

That's the thing about bad omens. They start unexpectedly, stop unexpectedly, but works its' ways in a heck of a wicked way. (And by wicked, I mean wicked as in evil)

Curse Japanese Teachers. They always just throw things that weigh a pound at you when they catch you off-guard.

"All right class, get into pairs of two and practise your swinging together. The balls will be in the cart over there."

I waved over at Minako-san and flashed a smile. "Oh yes, and Miyanami-san," the teacher added. I flinched.

"You wouldn't mind kindly volunteering to clean the storage room, do you?"

There's another thing I forgot to mention about bad omens.

They suck.

"Yeeees," I muttered, dropping my shoulders. And into the storage room I headed over. My great days are slowly dissolving into bad days. It's going to be rain season soon, and I know it. A gut-feeling tells me so.

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Update: 2 days before paycheck, 5 days before I can stop cleaning the storage room. (According to the teacher)

But if my theory about the bad omen is right, the '5 days before I can stop cleaning the storage room' will end happily in two, and I won't have to feel inferior around that witch teacher anymore.

Life is going to be oh-so-lovely.

In the past few days, I avoided any traces of Fuji-senpai and Sakuno did the same, but he was really pestering, unknowingly. I think he has some kind of superior-ness, that he's able to pop out from anywhere at anytime.

There was the time when Sakuno and I were walking over to the washrooms, during lunch, and he coincidentally exited the boy's C.R at the moment. He noticed us and smiled, "Ah, Aoi-san and Ryuuzaki-san."

We smiled nervously. "H- hi, Fuji-senpai."

"It's sunny out, isn't it?" he asked, genuinely.

I immediately covered, "Yeah, real sunny, but I have to use the washroom urgently, sorry! We'll talk to you later, it was a nice conversation!"

Sakuno nodded repeatedly. He laughed, "Alright, Sorry about that. See you around."

We made a beeline into the stalls. But the thing was, I wasn't lying about needing to use the washroom, immediately. Sakuno- Well, she was just accompanying me.

"Aoi," her voice passed through the door barrier, "Nothing bad happened! Maybe it's wearing off."

I heard her turn theknob to the faucet. Pulling up my skirt, I pushed downthe handle to the toilet with my feet.

"You're right," I said. But suddenly, the toilet water churned and started to spit out chunks of water at me. In a frantic, I unlocked the door and scrambled to the faucets. "S- Sakuno it's flooding!" I pointed a finger, frantically. "But it was only pee! How can it flood!"

She whirled around and examined the toilet. "You're right! What's wrong with it!"

Seconds after, the faucet that she had turned on blew off a metal knob that went tornadoing into the back of my head. A fountain of water rose to smash off the wall of the ceiling. We were soaking wet.

The teachers told us after that the school received a temporary water problem, but I didn't believe it. It definitely had something to do with the omen.

Anyway, enough of that. There were just occasional occurrings similar to that incident, which where bound to end sometime soon.

Happy with this thought, I arrived at school 10 minutes earlier than my normal time (even though we didn't have tennis practise on Thursdays) and skipped over to the shoe lockers. There, Fuji-senpai was on the bench, hands wrapped around his racket. I pinned my eyes on him confidently. 'It's not the time to run away!' I told myself with determination. 'Two more days and it's all over! HAH! You have been over run, Fuji-senpai!'

"You're here early," I startled him, with a sadistic smile on my face.

He looked up and replied, "Tennis practise. Oh wait, the girls' team are excluded from Tuesdays and Thursdays, am I right?"

"Right," I nodded my head. The oblivious boy didn't even notice the evil smile I had. He really was clueless.

"Why are you here so early?" he pressed on.

"Oh, nothing really. Nothing at all. I just had this good feeling this morning."

I stole the empty space beside him on the bench. "Really?" he smiled, laying his racket on the floor. "I had a good feeling too. And my good feeling was right, unpredictably."

I questioned him, "Huh?"

He shuffled through his pockets before fishing out a sparkling new iPod. "Ryuuzaki-san found my lost iPod and returned it to me this morning."

I paused. Feelings of happiness wavered inside of my head and were replaced with confusion. Something was wrong about this. Terribly wrong.

Someone was lying.