Fuji was most definitely not done with Mizuki just yet. That phone call a few days ago was just the beginning, and he was just getting started. The sadistic grin had been on overdrive for the past few days, and now it was time for the actual revenge to start.

The Seigaku Regulars and noticed how much the tensai's tennis games had improved since that fateful day that he had realised that Mizuki was stalking him. They hoped that they wouldn't have to face him during practice. At all. Who knew that Fuji could be this good?

So came the end of tennis practice, all the Seigaku Regulars having been beaten by Fuji (with the exception of Tezuka and Echizen of course, I mean really!) and humiliated (think Inui in episode OVA 20: The Yakiniku Prince) by him. Of course, Fuji was not using his full abilities, which made it all the more scarier.

Fuji had left first, as everyone had been to scared to not let him go last. No one wanted to be left alone with Fuji, which meant that they all pushed Fuji to the front when they needed to bathe. All except Echizen, who had been forced aside by Momo in his fear.

Leaving the school behind, he set off onto his next mission, fully aware that Mizuki was hot on his trails. Making sure Mizuki followed him, he turned his first left turn.

Mizuki was puzzled; Fuji had taken a different route from school and was walking away from home instead of walking towards home. But, this was Fuji we were talking about, right? So he obviously got bored with his normal route and decided to try another route. Right? Mizuki chuckled under his breath at his (imaginary) brilliance and continued following Fuji.

Fuji turned left again, and Mizuki followed Fuji blindly, not bothering to check on his surroundings. Not bothering to notice that there were getting lesser and lesser people around him. And that the sun was getting lower into the horizon. He was too busy being 'intelligent' and following Fuji's every move like a damned demented monkey.

Fuji turned yet another left, and this time, walked straight into a dark alley.

Mizuki followed Fuji in, and realised that Fuji had disappeared (The plot thickens!). Looking around, Mizuki ran all his thoughts through his head on where Fuji had went and decided with all the dignity he had that the Fuji he had followed had been an alien, and the real Fuji had been kidnapped and replaced by said alien.

Still deep in his thoughts, Fuji sneaked up from behind and took out a tennis ball from his pocket and stood in the normal tennis serve position. Throwing the ball up into the air, he hit it with all his might with a huge 'WHACK!', sending it to the back of Mizuki's head.

Mizuki, having heard the sound, turned his head just in time to see the ball hit him square in the face. He didn't even have enough time to shout when a second ball hit his face again. Another ball bounced off his head, and another off his shin. All the balls were aimed at the most sensitive parts of his body. After a few (hundred) balls were hit onto him, Mizuki fell onto the floor, his head and all visible flesh resembling the colour of a (very) beat up and deflated basketball.

Fuji smirked a little and flipped open his phone to call an ambulance, and at the same time wondering what he would do to blackmail the paramedics into keeping their mouths shut.

And to make sure that Mizuki didn't die or get into a coma.

Oh, and if you were wondering, Fuji scored an A+++ on the project. I wonder how?

Okayy, this is it for the second chapter. It wasn't as funny as I wanted it to be, but it's better than nothing, right? No flames please! And thank you so much to those who reviewed in the last chapter! It's pathetically short, again, but I'm hoping to improve, so relax, I'll be trying hard!

And this isn't over yet...

-Bel