Morning Four
Team One
Taka woke up on the morning of the fourth day and let out a mighty yawn.

"YAAAAAAAAAAWWWWNNNN!" Taka said, stretching his arms up to the sky. "Oh boy! What a beautiful day!"

Then he looked around to discover that Fuji was still sleeping next to him, and Yana, Kirihara and Mizuki were all sleeping at the foot of the bed. He chuckled warmly to himself because he didn't remember sleeping in the fetal position all night, but apparently he had! Yay!

So he hopped out of bed, did his morning stretches and then went into the kitchen to fetch himself a nice breakfast meal. He simply adored Wheeties because it's the breakfast of champions, but as he made his way to the kitchen table to eat his breakfast of champions, he came to the horrible realization that the kitchen table was STILL missing. WTF.

"Aw man…" Taka frowned sadly.

"Look, we have mail."

Taka leapt high into the air and spilled the milk and the Wheeties all over the floor. He turned around to see Fuji standing there holding an envelope.

"Is that for the individual winner from yesterday?" Taka asked.

"Yes." Said Fuji, turning it around. "Everyone who had been isolated from has family that day was automatically the individual winner, no matter how poorly he did."

"Cough cough Ryoma, right?" said Taka with a jolly chuckle.

This made Fuji EVER so happy. "Oh Taka." He said.

Then Taka realized what this meant. "Wait, so you won again?" he inferred.

"Of course." Fuji said. "And, to avoid confusion, I'm just going to keep everything the way it is. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Um…" Taka said nervously. "If you define wonderful as—"

Luckily, before Taka could finish his sentence, the three other members of the family entered the kitchen.

"Did I just hear you say that you won the individual challenge again?" said Kirihara to Fuji.

"Yes." Said Fuji.

"Oh." said Kirihara. "Um… congratulations! You deserve it."

"Thank you." Said Fuji.

"By the way Fuji, it was really nice of you to let us all sleep in the bed last night." Said Yana. "Frankly, I didn't expect you to make such a sudden offer when it was time for the three of us to scramble to find a bed!"

"Oh PLEASE," laughed Fuji. "That's just cruel!"

"What happened here?" said Mizuki, looking at all the milk and Wheeties.

"That's none of your business, WHORE." Said Fuji as he bitch slapped Mizuki.

"HEY!" said Mizuki, regaining his balance. "What was that all about?"

"Mizuki…" said Fuji, recomposing himself. "I think I have been quite forgiving up until this point."

"Forgiving?" demanded Mizuki. "You just slapped me for no reason!"

"Mm…" said Fuji as he stepped around the mess and retrieved a mop from the pantry. "As the mother, I'll take the responsibility of cleaning up my clumsy husband's mess."

"Oh geez." Said Taka as Fuji happily started cleaning.

"Let me guess," said Kirihara as he pulled Taka aside. "He's keeping the family the way it is."

"Of course he is!" said Taka.

"Tell you all what!" said Fuji suddenly, leaning on the mop in a fashion that suggested he was ever so innocent. "Since we're out of Wheeties, I'm going to make a special personalized omelet for each of you! How about you all go outside and play, and come in one at a time in turn only when I call you?"

Fuji continued standing there looking happy and excited about his omelet idea. The other four members of the family slowly backed up, trying to get as far away as possible.

Team Two
Choutarou was up early as usual. He was folding laundry and being ever so satisfied with himself and where he was. Every once and a while he would think of Shishido and become temporarily depressed, but whenever he felt sad, he just looked at that cuddly bear on the front of the laundry detergent and that brought his spirits back in a matter of seconds.

So after getting his high from the bear, he turned back to his laundry that he was folding while sitting on the Parent's bed.

Then he took a moment and realized it was very quiet.

This concerned him a little bit, so he slowly put down his laundry and stood up.

"Is everything okay out there?" he called, leaning out the door.

"Everything's fine!" Momo assured him, poking his head around the corner and then quickly dodging out of view.

That was enough for Choutarou as he went back into the Parent's room, this time with a BRIGHT SMILE!

He was folding for not one minute before he suddenly heard something crash and break in the other room. Once again, he jumped to his feet and became concerned again. He ran out into the hallway this time.

"What just broke?" he said.

This time, he did not get a response from Momo.

"Hello?" he said, slowly advancing around the corner into the kitchen. No one was there either, so he went further into the living room.

This is where he found Eiji, Gakuto and Marui all sitting in kitchen chairs. Except it was obvious that they were not sitting there by choice, because they were all tied down using cords, duct tape, long sleeved shirts and pretty much anything else that could be found around the house.

"What happened here?" Choutarou said.

"Ootori!" yelled Eiji. "Look out!"

"Did you three tie yourselves up and plan on escaping from your bindings like Houdini?" said Choutarou with that face that said, "OH YOU KIDS!"

"NO NO!" said Gakuto frantically.

"What is it then?" said Choutarou, putting his hands on his hips.

"It's Momo—" Marui began but then his eyes widened. "Look out behind you!"

"Huh?" Choutarou slowly turned around only to be leapt upon by Momo. His yells of terror and cries for help were stifled as Momo wrestled him to the ground, and slowly his thrashing halted as he lied limply on the floor.

Momo stood up and looked triumphant as he threw a rag to the side.

"Hey…" said Eiji as he evaluated what just happened. "You didn't chloroform any of US."

"I think I'm offended." whined Gakuto.

"Have you SEEN him?" said Momo. "You guys are all half my height and weigh less than Ryoma's cat."

"I'm taller than you, Momo." said Eiji with a slight glare.

"Yeah, but I'm sure if you had asked him nicely, he would have just tied himself up." Marui pointed out.

"Probably." Said Momo as he dragged Choutarou to a chair.

"Speaking of which," said Eiji. "Why did you tie us up?"

"Oh." said Momo. "I'm staging an intervention because I care."

"An intervention?" Marui repeated.

"Yeah." Momo replied. "Your obsession with doubles is unhealthy. I'm going to do something about it whether you like it or not. It's what has to happen. And," he pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "I won the individual challenge, and as the DAD of this family, what I say goes, remember?"

"Oh, oh!" said Eiji. "Can I be the Pet?"

"Uh…sure." Said Momo.

"What does that make me?" asked Gakuto.

"The Sister." Momo answered.

"Aw man." Said Gakuto.

Team Three
"You think he's going to buy this?" said Aoi nervously as he looked around the corner.

"He HAS to!" said Tachibana. "It's not like he's memorized that coach's handwriting!"

"But don't you think it's a little suspicious that you wrote, Because you sucked so much in the competition and we hate you…" David started.

"Is that too much?" Tachibana asked.

"Yeah." Said Aoi. "A little too much. I don't know if Tezuka will believe the coaches wrote this letter."

"I just can't believe that they wrote THIS letter!" said Tachibana, holding up the letter they had just received in the mail. "Addressed to Tezuka, no less! They can't SERIOUSLY be awarding him the individual challenge! Not AGAIN!"

"It's a conspiracy, that's what it is!" said Aoi.

"So, even though it's dishonest and I hate dishonesty…" Tachibana said, returning to the letter he was forging. "The only way we're going to get out of the tyranny that is Tezuka Kunimitsu, is if the coaches award…" he slowly scribed the name 'Tachibana'. "ME with the individual award!"

"You?" said David. "Why you?"

"Because I'm a captain." Tachibana answered as if it was obvious.

"I'M a captain!" Aoi reminded him.

"Because I'm a third year." Said Tachibana.

"Oh." said Aoi and David with a nod.

"Okay, let's just throw away Tezuka's letter, and I'll parade in there like I own the place and kick him out of that room!" Tachibana said.

Tachibana marched towards the Parent's room with Aoi and David following eagerly behind him.

He flung open the door and was just about to rub his score in Tezuka's face, but Tezuka was talking on the phone.

"You don't say?" said Tezuka.

"Tezuka, we have to speak to you for a minute." Said Tachibana.

"One second." Tezuka said to Tachibana, and then he went back to the phone. "Even though you did terribly in the challenge you still won the individual aspect of it? I knew I picked the right person to be the pillar of Seigaku. What's that?"

Tezuka paused and listened. In the lull, he looked at Tachibana and mouthed 'RYOMA' to him.

Then he returned to the phone. "Oh the letter says the isolated person automatically won the individual award?" he said. "How thrilling. That certainly is good news for me. Hm?" he paused. "No, I won't change the family around. I've won the past few challenges too."

Tachibana looked back at Aoi and David, and then slowly back stepped out of the Parent's room.

"All right, bye." Tezuka hung up the phone. "Tachibana, what did you want to say to me?"

"Oh…um…" Tachibana fumbled with the letter in his hand. "Just that…"

"Oh, wait." Said Tezuka. "Did any mail come for me? Specifically, one from the coaches that informs me I am the winner? Ryoma just told me that I automatically won… so actually I don't really need the letter. I'll just let you know that I'm not changing the family at all."

Tachibana's mouth fell to the floor, as did Aoi's and David's.

"Now, your turn." Tezuka offered.

"Never mind…" said Tachibana as he pouted and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"So much for that." Said Aoi.

"At least we know why Tezuka won!" said David.

Then both Aoi and Tachibana slapped him.

"Hey!" said David. "That wasn't a pun!"

"Oh." said Aoi. "Sorry about that then. I thought it was."

"Aww…" said David ultra sadly.

Team Four
"We may not have beds…" Saeki started.

"Or a kitchen table…" Sakurai continued.

"Or the comfy chair…" Ryoma went on.

"Or the couch…" Hiyoshi added.

"But at least we have our makeshift tennis court and our sidewalk chalk!" said Yukimura as he drew a scoreboard on the ground.

Sakurai and Saeki were on one side of the court while Ryoma and Hiyoshi were on the other side.

"All right, my serve." Said Ryoma, throwing the ball up into the air and performing the TWIST SERVE.

"OMFG THE TWIST SERVE!" screamed everyone.

"How did you manage to master the twist serve with a stick and a basketball?" said Hiyoshi quizzically.

"You still have a lot of work on." Said Ryoma like the tool he is.

"So, Ryoma, how's it feel to finally have some authority in the house?" Saeki said as he attempted to serve but his stick broke. He retrieved another one from the pile that was provided since the sticks broke a lot.

"It feels pretty good." Said Ryoma, returning the serve with ease. "Frankly, it's not affecting me as much as I thought it would."

"Well, I'm starting to feel the repercussions of being the Pet…" Saeki admitted.

"You deserved it." Ryoma said. "You've been mean to me all day every day so far."

"Well, you're a cocky first year!" said Sakurai as he threw the ball up in the air and went to overhand serve it but the ball broke his stick and hit him in the face. "Ow!"

"Maybe this ball is too big." Hiyoshi said with a frown.

"You think so?" said Sakurai sarcastically as he rubbed his face. "Is my nose bleeding?"

Saeki came over to investigate. "No." he answered.

"It feels like it is…" whined Sakurai.

"Whose turn is it to serve?" Ryoma asked.

"I haven't served in a while." Hiyoshi said, holding out his hand for the ball. Sakurai tossed it to him and he dribbled it a few times before failing at serving it just like everyone else.

"Okay, let me do it." Said Ryoma.

"Fine, but you're the only one who can." Said Hiyoshi, tossing him the ball.

"Naturally." Said Ryoma as he performed the twist serve as if he wasn't playing with a basketball and a stick they found on the ground.

Sakurai and Saeki marveled at the twist serve again as it flew by their faces.

"What's the score, anyway?" Saeki asked Yukimura after he retrieved the basketball and got ready to serve it back. Or at least ATTEMPTING to serve the ball back. But it's unlikely he would succeed. Because… you know. It's a basketball. And a stick.

"I can't keep track…" Yukimura admitted with a shrug. "There's too many faults and you guys are sort of just arbitrarily serving the ball whenever you feel like it's your turn. I'm confused."

"I wish we had real rackets." Said Saeki.

"And a real tennis ball." Hiyoshi agreed.

"And a real tennis court." Ryoma nodded.

"And…" Sakurai started, striving his brain. "A…uh… does the net count as part of the 'tennis court'?"

"Uh…whatever." Said Ryoma. "No."

"Okay, then I guess I wish we had a real net too!"

"And I wish we had a real scoreboard." Yukimura said,

"Do you think there's any place close by we can go and rent all that stuff and then play tennis for real?" Hiyoshi wondered.

"Probably." Ryoma said.

They all looked at each other and then silently collected their things, going on an exploration adventure to find the closest tennis facility.