Disclaimer: YES. I OWN TENNIS NO OUJISAMA!...And if you believed me you're stupid.

AN: This one's a bit more...er...depressing than other chapters, but I promise the humor will return! IT'S EIJI'S FAULT.

Everyone looked over to the staircase, racing over to see what was going on. All the teams stood there wide-eyed, when Eiji dashed across the street to push Yuuta aside, and the black car barely missed his body-only hitting his leg- and knocked him onto the pavement. Even Fuji's eyes had widened, as something snapped, and he squirmed through the mass of St. Rudolph and Fudomine players, "EIJI!"

The only thing Yuuta heard was Eiji's shrill voice, then his brother's, and the next thing he knew he was being pushed aside, as a gust rushed past him. Eyes wide, it took a few minutes for the events to connect before he realized what happened. Eiji was laying in a curled up fetal position next to him, his leg twisted out of place and a trickle of blood running down the side of his face from where he'd hit his head on the concrete. "K-kikumaru?" He pulled himself over, his reasonable side finally ignoring the half that had wanted to kill the acrobat. His immediate reaction was to grab his phone, which he soon realized wasn't on him, then to try jumping up to go to a payphone, only to fall once more from his shattered ankle. He was ready to cry, until he heard his brother's voice again, "Yuuta-chan! Get out of the road! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

He looked up, for once glad to see his older brother dragging him off, and then hugging him tightly and clung back, "Aniki...Eiji...I...I didn't..."

"Shh...it's ok, Yuuta-chan. It wasn't your fault." Fuji managed to keep his tight grip on his brother, as he dug his cellphone from his pocket, dialing for the hospital. Before he could press the call button, the black car had come back. Before he had the chance to jump up and murder everyone in the car, a figure had jumped out, greeting him happily. A figure he recognized quite quickly, and winced upon hearing his name, "Fuji-sama!" That certainly explained why the car had come back.

-a few minutes earlier, in the car-

Gakuto was bored. While he did enjoy riding in Atobe's limo, he hadn't wanted to sit in the front. Unfortunately, all seats in the back had been taken by the rest of the team, and their pile of tennis bags. He had offered to sit on Yuushi's lap, but had gotten a flat out 'no' from his captain. It just wasn't fair. Chotorou was allowed to sit with Shishido, and Jirou was curled up on Atobe. Why wasn't he allowed to curl up on Yuushi? The front was so boring...or was it?

He caught sight of a familiar red-head getting ready to run across the street, and an even more familiar urge to cause utter chaos. Looking over his shoulder, he made sure the window between the front and back was closed tight. Perfect. He then looked at the driver, with his most innocent expression, "Driver?"

"Hai, Gakuto-bocchama?"

"Next time we stop, do you think I could--what is that?"

The driver looked out his window and Gakuto ducked under the steering wheel, managing to bend in ways that were beyond inhuman and successfully avoid hitting the driver's leg, allowing the red head to press down on the gas peddle for a couple of seconds before sitting back upright as the driver turned around. The only thing the poor man saw was a flash of white and blue with an odd hint of red. He hit the break at the end of the street. Gakuto clung to his chair, "Oi! What was that for!"

"What was that back there?" The driver looked into his side-view mirrors, terrified and winced when he heard the screen roll down, followed by an iced hiss from Atobe, "What. Was. That?"

Gakuto turned around in his chair, "Looked like someone ran across the street. Let's go see!"

So far no one had seen through his acting. Jirou soon ruined his moment though. The nerocleptic had woken up when the slammed breaks threw him out of his boyfriend's lap and was now looking out the back window. A familiar figure caused him to squeal at the top of his lungs and everyone's attention to turn on him, "FUJI SYUSUKE-SAMA!"

Gakuto froze, and Atobe turned, slowly, to glare at the red head, "Gakuto..." The accused boy slowly turned around and slouched in his seat. It wasn't as though the hit person was dead.

"Driver. Go back. We're taking the boy to the hospital."

The driver nodded, pale, and slowly reversed the car a bit. Jirou had to be held back, though as soon as the car stopped, he squirmed away from his boyfriend and dived out the door, squealing, "Fuji-sama!"

Blue eyes looked up, slowly lowering the phone. They narrowed to slits, "You hit Eiji."

"It was an accident." The Fuji brothers looked up at Atobe, who was casually strolling over, looking over the fallen body, "He's unconscious, at worse a broken leg. Put him in the limo. We'll take him to the hospital. Gakuto, Yuushi, Hiyoshi, Shishido, Chotorou, Jirou, out. Get warmed up."

The mentioned members climbed out of the car-with whines from Jirou-, and Syusuke watched them with a death glare. He had an idea of who had made the car hit Eiji. And he was more than ready to reap vengeance as soon as his friend was up and about again. Without waiting for approval, he pulled Yuuta upright, allowing the younger to lean on him, while Keigo picked the fallen Eiji up. Aside from the conk to the head, and the sickening position his leg was in, he looked ok. Yuuta, despite only having a sprain-at worse a fracture- in his ankle, was pale, and looked absolutely terrified, as his brother helped him into the limousine. Fuji dedicated himself to comforting his younger brother, and letting Eiji's head rest on his folded starter jersey. Tezuka would be angry about the blood, but not near as cranky as Eiji would be when he woke up with a killer headache.

"...Aniki?"

"Hai?" Fuji turned to his brother, smiling gently in reassurance. Atobe looked over them. He could see a bruise on the side of the older's face, and never in his life, had he seen the younger Fuji cling to his brother as he was now. He was almost concerned that there had been damage to more than just the acrobat. He coughed, somewhat politely, to regain their attention.

"What were you doing in the road anyways?" Atobe felt he deserved an answer.

"I was going to ask that myself..."

Yuuta blushed in response, "I um...well. Was chasing Eiji. Because...'cause..." he cut off, ready to cry, when his brother picked up for him,

"That doesn't make it your fault. I would have done much worse if it had been you."

"Excuse me?"

The brothers looked up, remembering that Atobe was with them.

"I suppose you deserve an explaination, since you are helping us..." Fuji nodded, and Yuuta sighed, starting to explain the events, just as much for his brother as it was for Keigo.

TBC...

FOR THE RECORD, THIS WAS EIJI'S IDEA. I KNOW SHE'S READING THIS, TOO, SO FOR THE RECORD: IT WAS ALL HER FAULT. ...If anyone's wondering about that, my friends and I, that actually like Tennis no Oujisama, assigned characters to one another. The one I'm always plotting with is Eiji, and I'm Fuji, and we have a Tezuka, Yuuta, Ryoma, Ryoga, Momoshiro, Akira, Oishi, Takashi, and I know I'm forgetting people...but um...;; if you want to gouge someone's insides out, aim for Eiji. It was her idea...and yes, all people above that were assigned names are girls.

IN THE NEXT CHAPTER:

YOU'RE GONNA SEE WHAT HYPERACTIVITY DURING LUNCH REALLY DOES TO A PERSON'S SANITY! (AKA: Intense crossovers.)