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Chapter 4
Pink flowers and Bunnies
Ryoma approaches the Tennis court, depressed yet hopeful. It was time for the meeting that would decide the fate of his Di…journal. He noticed a lone player hitting the tennis ball against the wall (he was beating the wall, hah). He walked up to the player, and waited for him to turn around.
"I have something you want." Ryoma said once the player noticed him.
"It was you Echizen? Why?"
"The team took something of mine and I want it back."
"Done." Tezuka said with a nod. "Do you want them to run laps as well?" he asked emotionlessly.
"Hmm…only if they resist." Ryoma said just as emotionlessly.
"We make the trade at sundown."
"Agreed." With this both participants in one of the most animated conversations either had ever had walked away.
Practice had ended and the Seigaku regulars were all cutting up in the locker room and enjoying some more 'quality reading'. Tezuka entered the room and calmly held out his hand over the Di…journal, his shadow looming and his frown glaring at them ominously.
"Aww, do we really HAVE to?" Eiji whined. Tezuka said nothing, merely standing there waiting for one of them to hand him the book. After a moment of no action Tezuka lets out what almost sounds like a sigh, but of course couldn't be(because Tezuka does not sigh) and looks Fuji in the eye. "Now if you will, and I want 50 laps."
"But-"
"Fine, 100 laps, now hand over the book." Fuji reluctantly hands over his blackmail and heads out to run his laps.
"And as for the rest of you, I never want to hear of this again."
"But captain-"
"50 laps for all of you. Why are you still here?" Tezuka said raising an eyebrow. The team rose with a collective groan and headed out for their tourtu…I mean, training.
Sunset. Two silent figures meet on the empty tennis court, ready to exchange Dia…journals.
"This never happened." Tezuka said in a monotone.
"Well….technically they haven't read your's…"
"500 laps" Tezuka said threateningly
"Pink flowers and bunnies." Ryoma replied.
"Fine. But if you tell anyone, you'll still be running laps when your grandchildren are born."
"Agreed."
And with that the two figures departed, both now in possession of his own personal Dia….journal.
THE END... OR IS IT
Ryoma shoves a stack of papers, also know as blackmail, into a box and pushed it under his bed. He then turn to his cat with his trademark grin.
"Mada mada dane." Karupin meowed in agreement. Then they both exited the room.
FIN
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