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The group waited for Kagome to try to sneak back into the school for about an hour before they realized that they had been duped. And Kuroo was griping something fierce over not realizing the deception sooner. Grumbling to Bokuto about being out of practice in regards to her methods of vengeance as they climbed the stairs back to their rooms. In his defense though, she's gotten even more devious than when they were kids—so he maintains that that and the panic over the picture that she now has was the reason for his oversight.

Akaashi merely raised a brow as he and Bokuto headed for their team's room. "Whatever helps you sleep better, Kuroo."

Kuroo groaned as he rubbed the back of his neck. Once he entered Nekoma's room, he stopped as he noticed that his futon was no longer where he saw it last. Scanning around the room he discovered that his bed was now in the far corner and all the others were crammed together as far away from his as they could get without being on top of each other. Turning to Kenma, who was sitting up and playing on his phone, he frowned. "Really? I'm being banished?"

Kenma glanced up to look at his friend before returning to his game. "Souta informed us that it would be safer to stay away from you for a while. It was agreed that no one wanted to take any chances. Oh, and Souta said he would light some incense for you."

Releasing another groan, Kuroo collapsed onto his bed. "I hope he lights about ten sticks. I'll need all the help I can get."

"Couldn't catch her, huh?"

"She sent a text to the managers saying she was hiding outside, and to let her know when the coast was clear. We stalked the doors to the outside and stairs for about an hour before realizing that we'd been fooled."

Kenma snorted quietly so not to disturb their sleeping teammates. "You actually fell for something like that? She was probably hiding in a nearby classroom."

Kuroo cursed as he pulled the covers over himself and rolled onto his stomach. "Shut up and go to bed Kenma." With that he shoved his head between his pillows and willed himself to sleep.

Snickering silently to himself, Kenma put it away his phone and laid down. He wondered what kind of horrors Kuroo and the others would endure tomorrow, or if Kagome's need for payback had been sated.


The morning came far too soon for the ones who suffered 'The Wrath of the Tiny Tyrant's Revenge.' Kuroo had thought to try to wake up early and catch his blue-eyed pixie before everyone woke up for breakfast, but he was too tired to move that soon. As the masses began to get up, he mustered up the will to drag himself out of bed. He was tired from last night, but mostly he dreaded what could possibly happen with the picture that Kagome now possessed. As he moved towards the cafeteria for breakfast, he ran into Akaashi and Bokuto along the way. The trio made the slow trek together and contemplated their fates.

"Did either of you get any sleep last night?"

"Some, after I found that I was banished to a corner of the room."

"Huh?"

"Apparently, it was decided that precautions were needed."

Bokuto blinked multiple times before snickering. Akaashi shook his head at the two. "Any ideas as to what we should be expecting?"

"Nope. Hopefully she just decides to hide that picture for an opportune moment."

"You really think so?"

"Not really."

The three boys heaved a sigh as they walked through the doors of the cafeteria, only to freeze. Right there where the menu was usually displayed on the wall above the counter, was a large picture. The image showed Fukunaga with Yamamoto holding his arm in the back frozen stiff, Ogano and Goura holding each other tight off to the side. In the center of the image, Bokuto had practically leapt onto Kuroo and wrapped around him, locking Kuroo's arms to his sides. Akaashi and a few other players surrounded them with their arms half raised like they were ready to take off in a sprint. All the boys' eyes were wide and white in terror, with their mouths open in a silent scream. Their hair was crazy on a good day, but in that instant, it looked like they stuck their fingers in an electrical socket. A terrifying moment, frozen and displayed for all to see, was the result of last nights counter-strike by the Tiny Tyrant, and the managers stood below the image with mischievous and smug grins on their delicate faces.

The trio hung their heads with a sigh and groaned in despair. "Damn it."

"Hey Kuroo-kun? Do you think we can get rid of all the copies?"

"Not easily. We would have to find out who all she sent the picture to."

"Shit."

"Yup."

Dragging themselves over to the girls, they excepted their food trays with as much dignity as they could muster with their faces flushed, before sitting down at a table. Keeping their eyes on their food they were a bit surprised when Kagome suddenly sat down with them.

"Morning boys! Did you all sleep well?"

Giving her a mock scowl, the trio merely grunted at her since their mouths were full. Kuroo swallowed quickly before pouting at her. "You know perfectly well that we didn't, you little menace."

Kagome looked up at him innocently as she tucked into her food. "What on earth are you talking about?"

Kuroo gave her a deadpanned look for her falsehood, before pointing at the rather large image. "That right there is one reason why we didn't sleep well, given that we were looking for you in order keep something like that from happening."

Looking at the picture in question, she snickered as she waved him off. "I didn't have anything to do with the picture being displayed." Kagome paused as she took in the skepticism and rolled her eyes as she returned to finishing her meal. "Honestly! I sent the picture out, yes. But Yukie said something about teaching someone to not steal her phone?"

With that, Kuroo and Akaashi slid their narrowed eyes in Bokuto's direction. Glaring hard at the now wincing ace, they grumbled into their food. "Does this mean that we are even now? The guys banished me to a corner of the room out of fear of what else you could have up your sleeves."

Kagome was silent as she finished the last of her breakfast, and stood up. Leaning over she slid her arms around Kuroo's shoulders from behind, causing him to blush slightly. "Don't worry Tetsu-kun. No one is safe this week." Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she grinned as she collected her tray and left a wave of fear in her wake. Poor boys thought that that picture was the only weapon in the girls' arsenal? They would learn soon enough, and Kuroo would learn exactly what Kagome was working on that started this whole mess.


The rest of the training week was both fun and hell on the volleyball players. They enjoyed testing themselves against each other and figuring out where their weaknesses were. The penalty laps got a bit brutal, especially with the heat, thankfully Shinzen is generally cooler in the summer otherwise it would have felt much worse. Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi commandeered Gymnasium 3 for their personal practice time—they even managed to pull Kagome in to practice with them as well when she wasn't scheduled to cook dinner. Which, on those few nights, they didn't stay very late practicing.

It was the mornings that the boys dreaded the most at first. Every morning they would enter the cafeteria to discover new pictures displayed for everyone to see. Pictures that showed the boys in various states of shock or fear before they were tagged by Higurashi-san's ofudas. How those pictures existed was a bit of a conundrum. There were also pictures of the players from when they practiced in the sand pit. Then they learned that Kagome had gifted the managers with photo albums containing pictures of their teams' experiences while training at Nekoma. And worse, she gave them flash drives with the pictures as well. Kuroo's cries of "I knew she was up to something!" rang hollow as all the boys' began to cringe over the thought of the mortifying images that would be shown.

However, once the shock and embarrassment over the pictures wore off, the boys began to laugh at themselves and their teammates. As long as the images were never exposed to anyone outside of the volleyball clubs, they could endure a little humiliation and teasing. Now they just had to be sure that they never pissed off their managers.

Sadly, and perhaps thankfully, camp came to an end. The players all managed to avoid angering their female members for a second time and remained safe for the most part. Though Fukurodani's team kept a very close eye on their Ace for whatever reason. Kagome never did get a clear answer as to why—but she had her suspicions. Climbing into the bus with her team, she was escorted into a seat with Kuroo right behind her with Kenma claiming the seat next to them across the aisle. One by one, the players began to stretch out and nod off as the bus began its journey home. Kagome made a few more notes in her notebook as Kuroo wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he too heeded the sandman's call. Finishing up her notes, Kagome carefully tucked her notebook back in the bag and pulled out a book to read while she curled into Kuroo's side.


Kuroo wandered into his room after he waved goodbye to Kenma outside. The two boys had made a detour on their way home to escort Kagome to the shrine. He was exhausted from the long week of training, and he knew that things would only get more intense. Several times he saw Coach Nekomata, Coach Naoi, and Kagome huddled together, reviewing the notes that she had made in her notebook.

As he shivered at the thought of what could be heading the team's way, he paused as he realized that something was amiss in his room. There was something different, but his tired brain couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. Looking over his room carefully, his gaze stopped on his nightstand. Only this time it wasn't the pictures of he and Kagome as children, and the picture of them after their first date that grabbed his attention. No, it was the new, third picture that he was focusing on—a copy of the very picture that he and the others chased after Kagome over. Groaning in misery, he tiredly dug out his phone and made a call as he flopped back on his bed.

"Tetsu-kun?"

"You sent a copy of that picture to my mother?" He could help but grin as her laughter drifted through the airwaves.

"Of course, I did. I had to be sure that a copy of the picture survived."

Kuroo huffed into the phone as his free hand dragged over his face. His mother was the perfect person for that, because there was no way he would be able to find evidence to eliminate it. There might be a slim chance of success if he could get his father to help, but he probably found the whole situation hilarious and wanted a copy for himself. "It's official, you're not devious. You are evil."

"Hey I'm a miko, I can't be evil."

"Lies! I can feel your grin over the phone. And here I thought I was supposed to be the devious one in this relationship!"

"It's all a matter of self-defense, I can assure you."

"Yeah, sure."

She giggled on the other end of the line and he smiled as he looked over at the frames near his bed. They talked for a few more minutes, discussing their plans for their next date and his report, before wishing each other goodnight. All in all, it was a great summer training camp. He just hoped that the days to come followed the same trend—minus the revenge streak of course.


Author's Note: I apologize for this chapter taking so long to be posted. I was able to get the beginning typed out easily enough, and then my brain went into lock down. I could think of what I thought I might want to write later, but couldn't think how to get there. Then I questioned the order of things and spiraled into a deep hole and had to walk away for a bit. I'm hoping that since the rest of the chapter finally pieced together smoothly that things will get back in gear.

Fingers-crossed! Until next time.