A/N: This day is never going to end, just so you know. Distracted by other stories. Crack-y humor seems to be off this chapter. But other random things occur anyways.

Chapter Six - Escaping Evil


"It's quiet," Eiji whispered. "Too quiet."

Oishi whapped him upside the head. "No cliché movie lines." Eiji pouted. That's what made things fun! Oishi, Eiji, and Taka were currently sneaking up on Ryuzaki's office. Since they didn't have ninja powers anymore (thanks to Oishi's voice of reason) they made it to her office just fine, skipping over the ninja-triggered trapdoor.

They slowly got closer to the door. Lining up on both sides, Taka peeked into the little window in the door. "Hostage spotted," he said. Oishi and Eiji nodded before leaving to distract their targets. Taka slowly eased the door open. Kaidoh didn't move. He was fast asleep, his head leaning to the side. Taka crept up silently and un-tied him before waking Kaidoh up.

"Mmph!" Kaidoh tried to yell. His mouth had been duck taped shut; yellow ducks were marching across the front of the tape. Taka made a shushing motion before signaling for Kaidoh to follow him out. He nodded and tried to take the duck tape off his mouth without hurting himself, but let out a yelp anyways.

Alarms began to go off. "Intruder alert! Intruder alert!"

"Time for Plan B!" Taka shouted back at Kaidoh as they took off running down the school corridor. A tennis racket had magically made its way into Taka's hand. It had appeared from the nether-dimensions where all things crucial to advancing plot were stored.

"What's Plan B?" Kaidoh asked as they flew past doors and classrooms.

"This!" Taka said, hoisting Kaidoh over his shoulder and jumping out of the third-story window. "Burning!" They landed, unharmed, in a vat of pudding.

"What the…" Kaidoh just shook his head. He needed to get out of tennis. Maybe take up golf; were golf players insane?

The day finally ended for those two as they happily ate their way out of the pudding. (After all, who doesn't like pudding?) The rest of the team was not so lucky.

Ryoma slowly blinked awake. He looked around, nothing but one door on the opposite side of the room, the chair he was still tied to (thankfully the gag was gone, he would always remember to wash his socks after this), and the lone light bulb hanging from the ceiling. That was buzzing. And very annoying.

"Shut up, lightbulb," Ryoma growled before trying to get loose from the rope binding him.

"You shouldn't talk to inanimate objects," somebody said. The door had opened while he was squirming and was now being closed. A man with a ski-mask on walked over to Ryoma. "They can't hear you. And they can't talk."

Ryoma took the chance of his capturer's monotonous rambling to try to scoot closer and see if he had anything sharp on him. And so he could kick him in the shin and get him to stop talking.

"That wasn't very nice. That hurt you know. You could've left a bruise. Then it would hurt even more. You really shouldn't kick people. Nobody will ever like you if you always hurt them—"

"Wait a minute," Ryoma said, cutting off the mumbling. "You're that guy from Fudomine. The one I beat."

Shinji took off the ski-mask since he had been uncovered. "You can't remember me, only that you beat me. How mean. No wonder nobody likes you. You're always so arrogant and—"

"Shinji, hush!" Kamio said as he entered the room. "Quit talking to the prisoner."

"He started it," Shinji blamed, but he stepped back and quieted down anyways.

"Ok, Tachibana-san said to keep you here for a while 'cause your team's going insane," Kamio explained. "And since you're the youngest, you're the first one to get therapy."

"What?" Therapy? Ok, so his teammates were insane, but that didn't mean he was! "I'm not insane!"

"Don't worry," Shinji said. "We'll help fix you right up. Tachibana-san helped us. Just look at Ishida. And don't worry, it'll only take a few weeks."

Ryoma seems to have just as bad of luck as Kaidoh, doesn't he? Ah well, let's leave him with the Fudomine players. Hopefully they'll have a positive effect on him.

Eiji rushed around the school, trying to find Ryuzaki. Only problem was, she wasn't anywhere. When the sirens started to go off, he knew he had to hurry. Miraculously, he finally ran into her as she was headed to see the commotion.

"Ah, Ryuzaki-sensei!" Eiji shouted. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"That's nice, Kikumaru," Ryuzaki replied. "But I've got to get to my office."

"But, sensei, I need your help," Eiji whined, getting in her way.

Ryuzaki glared. She saw through the ruse, he was trying to keep her away. She smiled. "Ok, Eiji. Why don't we get out of the hallway?" Ryuzaki opened one of the classroom doors and ushered Eiji inside. Eiji skipped in, happy that his plan was working. Then the door was slammed behind him and locked.

"There's no way I'm letting you ruin the fun I'm getting from this!" Ryuzaki yelled at him before heading up to her office to see what happened with the escape attempt.

Eiji banged against the door. "Sensei, you can't leave me locked in here!" He frowned. Sensei was only doing this for the fun factor. He needed to get out and make sure Oishi and the rest were okay. With that, he started to digging through the floor to China…Ok, he didn't do that because he had left his spoon at home. Instead he jumped out the window into another conveniently placed vat of pudding. "Blech, sugar-free."

The last member of the rescue team just could not find Tezuka. Oishi had searched the place from top to bottom. Tezuka wasn't in the school. That left only one place. Oishi shook his head. No, the shelter was only for emergency purposes. But…

He headed out to the clubhouse and went back into the shower area. One of the showers never worked. If you pulled down on the shower head while turning the knob three times clock-wise, the whole thing would open up and a set of stairs appeared leading downwards. It was a specially-prepared shelter for the tennis club members in case of school rioting so they wouldn't get injured and be unable to play tennis. Only three people knew about it: the captain, vice-captain, and coach.

Oishi followed the steps downward, listening for any noises or voices. So far, there was nothing. At the bottom of the steps, torches lined the walls and hallways stretched out in front of him. The tunnels went underneath the entire school. Oishi didn't know that as he had only been down here once. He was going to be searching for a long, long while.

So, he began his search. The first couple of rooms, all tennis courts. The next couple of rooms were all equipment. Extra jerseys and jackets, tennis balls, rackets, nets, everything tennis-related. The next few were filled to the brim with food. There sure was a lot of stuff down here, Oishi thought. Just where did it all come from? As far as he knew, the place had only been used once.

He checked room after room. Most were normal. He did, however, run across a few…Questionable rooms. One looked like a medieval torture room. (He was too frightened to look closer.) Another housed things to horrible to write of. He ran as quickly as possible from that room.

After another bunch of rooms, he could finally hear whimpering. Oishi snuck up on the room and pressed his ear to the door, listening to see if any hostiles were in there. No, nothing but the whimpering. He opened the door carefully. A dark, empty room. No, wait; there was a figure in the corner.

"No, please don't hurt me!" it sobbed when it heard the door bang against the wall. Oishi walked over to it.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just looking for someone," he said, bending down to see who it was.

"Oishi-senpai?" it asked before throwing itself against Oishi. "Fukubuchou, it is you! You've come to save me!"

"Momo?" Oishi questioned, bewildered as to why Momo was here. "Why are you here? Where's Fuji and Inui?"

Momo sniffed, not letting go of Oishi for fear he would be alone again. "We fell into a trap. And they went with Tezuka! It was horrible…You should've seen them! And…And…" Momo shuddered and buried his face into Oishi's shoulder. "I'm sorry for telling other people things about Buchou. I won't ever do it again!"

Oishi merely patted Momo on the back. This was not good. Momo had broken down completely and Fuji and Inui had apparently run off with Tezuka. Not good at all. Maybe it was time to call in the backup squad…

A/N: Momo's OOC. Who cares, he's been traumatized by an angry Tezuka, Fuji, and Inui. The underground shelter is giving me way too many ideas. And it just randomly popped into my head.