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AN: See? Told ya I'd get ya'll another chapter!

"Now, Fuji-kun, you're saying you don't remember anything?" Mizuki asked with a sparkle in his eye, and a smirk on his face. If he could turn the tensai on his own school, things would definitely be entertaining for their final year. Or better yet, make him turn on his brother? That would be worth watching. Yuuta did always complain of his brother's obsessive complex, but when it was gone...what would he do then? It was just too easy to do these things.

"No...I don't remember. But I am getting a feeling," the tensai was smiling, "that we've met before."

"Yes. We have. Quite a few times, actually."

"Really? Because the feeling I'm getting, is telling me to kill you. So," the eyes opened to a cold smirk, "Either you're someone that I've had conflict with...or some subconscious part of me remembers you doing something wrong. Which is it?"

"Fujiko!"

Mizuki was saved from the sadistic smile, as the Seigaku powerhouse rushed over, looking worried, "Fujiko, are you ok?"

"I'm fine." Fuji smiled his innocent tensai smile, "He was just asking a few questions. Now...we did come here for a reason...let's try your buchou's plan, no?"

Kawamura smiled nervously. It was a more than a bit akward to hear Fuji call their captain 'buchou', instead of 'Tezuka-kun', and he silently began praying that the plan to have him play tennis worked.

-Back in Seigaku-

When Eiji had seen Yuuta, he had quickly darted for the building, navigating to the front to gain as much distance as he could. He thought he'd been safe for the time, and no one was around him. While no one was around him...there had been a cat. Eiji liked cats. He really did. And the poor thing looked so lost. Of course, with the luck he had that day, Eiji took little notice to the cat being black.

When he picked the cat up, he began to regret the decision, and his lack of attention span. The cat's claws sunk into his arm, and he yelped, dropping the cat and jumping back. It crouched down, hissing at him, with it's fur standing on ends. Eiji took a few steps back before quickly darting away, with the cat still hissing at him. Chancing to look back, he made sure it wasn't following him, and turned back around, just barely avoiding to hit a ladder. Instead, he hit the wall next to it, causing the ladder to shake, and a can of paint to tumble over him. With huge tears, he removed the can, almost screeching. White was one thing. But black? How was that a unique colour? Now he looked like pretty much everyone else in his school! He started crying, dusting himself off somewhat and wandering off to find somewhere to wash off. He prayed it wouldn't stain his uniform.

Eventually, most of the paint had come out, leaving only the tips and his roots actually black. He'd just wash his hair extra carefully that night. Distracted by his misfortune, he forgot all about running from Fuji's younger brother.

"KIKUMARU!"

Eiji jumped and turned around at the sound of his name. He saw Yuuta, heard the vengeance in his voice, and promptly screamed bloody murder before taking off down the halls again, and out the front door; Yuuta followed him. They ran, dodging through crowds of people, Eiji smartly keeping well ahead, though it didn't matter after a while. They had approached a set of stairs, that led downward to a street, and across that street, was another set of stairs that led to the street courts. Eiji made a quick turn, attempting to change course and dart that way, only to run into Yuuta in the process, once again, knocking the pair down a set of stairs. Stairs just weren't his friend today.

He groaned as he sat up, finding he had once again been saved by the person he ran into, and had once more landed in an extremely compromising position, that any passer-by would immediately get the wrong idea from. He got up carefully, and looked down at Yuuta. He had landed on his side, and didn't seem to be moving. Eiji made a horrified squeak and immediately tried to grab his shoulder to shake him, only to have his arm grabbed and Yuuta to pull him back down; this time sitting on the acrobat's waist, with his hands around his throat.

With a forced squeak, Eiji managed to squirm out from under his best friend's younger brother and put some space between them by running across the street. Yuuta jumped up and started to follow, but quickly fell once more, clutching his left ankle. He looked over it and noticed how red it had gone, and a bruise was beginning to form. Sprained. Eiji let out a sigh of relief, and ran up the stairs, waving at his friend a moment before quickly excusing himself to go help Yuuta. If he tried to strangle him again, he could easily put distance between them, at least. He hopped down the stairs two at a time. Things were getting better. Yuuta was here, Fujiko was here, Eiji was safe! But with his luck...

The red head was brought back to reality by the sight of a car. He looked up, eyes widening, as he dashed down the rest of the stairs and across the street, "YUUTA-CHAN, MOVE!"

Short...but I like cliffies. -goes to update other things-