Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters. I only own the pompoms.

Warning: Extreme silliness.

Pairings: Vague.

Kira, XD. You'll see who the…ah…winner is later. I couldn't help putting in that Silver Pair hint. :p

Jenny, Hehe. Yeah. Imagine buchou-chan beating BeGo-sama. I don't think Atobe will be that affected by Tezuka though. He'd be more affected if Echizen beats him. I think Neko-chan is going to kill me when she reads this chapter. XD

Michiyo-chan, hehe. I was tempted to put the ore-sama in a miniskirt, but decided against it in the end. Glad you liked the idea.

To the story then…

Prince of Cheerleading

By: Gwynhafra

Chapter 5

The day started with a bang.

It truly did, with all the fireworks flying around in broad daylight. That was what greeted the Seigaku cheerleaders eyes (and ears) when they first approached Atobe's personal indoor stadium, the venue for the cheerleading competitions.

It was a lot of fuss to make for a competition involving only three schools, but none of the regulars looked surprised to see the exaggerated fanfare over so small an issue. After all, this was the brainchild of Atobe Keigo, the very same person who had turned a minor argument into a major competition.

Tezuka looked up at the building, took in a deep, calming breath, exhaled and turned to his regulars.

"Saa. Yudan sezu ni ikkou."

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The interior of the stadium was no less impressive than the exterior. Already, supporters for the three schools, as well as curious onlookers and scouts/data collectors had already filled the stadium.

Kikumaru glanced around before giving a low whistle. "Whoa. There's so many people nya." He waved his arms in the air as the Seigaku regulars walked through the entrance, and cheers rang from Seigaku's side of supporters. The sea of blue took a rather large part of the stands.

The acrobatic player grinned, pleased with the attention. Oishi chuckled and patted his doubles partner's shoulder. "Maa, whatever it is, let's give a good performance later so that we wouldn't let them down."

"Of course. Hmm…there doesn't seem to be that many people from Fudoumine." Kikumaru observed, noticing the sea of black, which was considerably smaller than the sea of blue.

Moving his gaze further, Kikumaru's eyes went wide at the sight of the sea of grey. "Whoa! Just how many people are from Hyotei?" The acrobatic player exclaimed.

For more than half of the stadium was filled with people wearing Hyotei's uniform, and all of them held banners and flags, most of which bore the name of the same person, beginning with the initials A. K.

"Most impressive. I've calculated that 67 percent of the people here are supporting Hyotei Gakuen. In terms of fan support, we're at a disadvantage." Inui reported, breathing behind Kikumaru's neck and causing him to give a yelp and hide behind Oishi.

Tezuka threw a side-glance at them. "It doesn't matter. We'll follow exactly as we have practiced. Minna, be sure to remember your moves, and keep to the counts." The last statement seemed to be directed at one first year prodigy, who merely gave the captain a smirk and pulled his cap lower over his head.

Seigaku's team headed towards the counter. "Seishun Gakuen's tennis club members, here with 12 people." Tezuka reported.

The officer behind the counter gave him a blank stare. Tezuka rephrased his words. "Seishun Gakuen's cheerleaders, here with 12 people."

"Ah. You're the first team to arrive. Your name is registered. Please wait for the drawing of lots, which will be done when the other two teams have arrived." The officer told him. Tezuka gave his thanks and led his team away.

Before long, Fudoumine arrived too. Tachibana gave Tezuka a curt nod. "It's good to see you here. Let's have a fair competition."

"Aa." Tezuka replied, shaking his hand.

"You have the nerve to show your face around here after all, bike thief!" Kamio spotted Momoshiro and exclaimed in disgust, pointing at him.

Momoshiro didn't look happy to see him either. "I'm not a bike thief. Besides, my being here, wasn't that all thanks to you in the first place?"

"Nani? How dare you put the blame on me? This wouldn't have happened if you didn't start hitting on Tachibana's little sister in the first place."

"I wasn't hitting on her! Ah…Ann…"

"See! You're even calling her by her given name! Eh? Ann!"

Both boys had caught sight of said girl at the Fudoumine stands, and she was waving cheerily in their direction.

Both boys waved back. That instantly sparked another war between them. "She was waving at me!" Kamio snarled.

"No she wasn't. Can't you see her looking towards my direction?" Momoshiro protested.

Even as the two hot-blooded males continued arguing, Ann continued to wave.

"Onii-chan! Ganbatte!" She called out.

"Aa. Don't worry about it." Tachibana called back, causing the two boys to facefault.

"She wasn't calling for either of you." Echizen the brat stated the obvious, further killing their pride. Moments later, Momo and Kamio had the first year in a headlock.

"Momoshiro, enough. We're all going to do warm-ups now." Tezuka gave the order, and the dunk smash player reluctantly allowed the brat to go.

They had barely walked a few steps when they heard a roar from Hyotei's side of the crowd.

"Hyotei! Hyotei! Hyotei! The winner is Hyotei, the winner is Atobe!"

Finally, the last team has entered the stadium.

"Oh? You peasants are here already, ahn? Tezuka, Tachibana." He gave both captains an arrogant stare.

He gave a sweep of his arms. "What do you think? Impressive, I'm sure. Be awed by my event planning."

"Mada mada dane." A bratty reply could be heard instantly.

Atobe turned to look at the prodigy standing next to the captains. Static could be seen crackling in the air as the two most arrogant cheerleaders to grace the scene engaged each other in a glaring match. Next to Atobe, Oshitari gave a sigh. "It has begun…" He muttered, to which Kabaji gave an affirmative "usu."

"Ne, Echizen. I don't care if you're a prince of something. In the world of cheerleading, I am king!" Atobe gloated proudly.

"Hmm? You're probably only adept at waving those pompoms and wearing those mini skirts." Echizen sneered.

Atobe gave a soft snort to that. "If I did anything of that sort, I'm sure I'll still look a thousand times better than if you had attempted to do the same."

"Heh. It doesn't matter. I'll beat you and become number one anyway." Echizen countered the boast.

"Oh? You? Overtake me? You're a hundred years too early. Very well, if ore-sama lose to you, I'll shave my head." Atobe declared.

"Hmm? Then if I lose to you, I'll shave my head too." Echizen agreed to the challenge, though a drop of sweat trickled down his head.

To both schools' horror, the two then began to laugh, first soft and slow, then building up to the point that both were near the point of hysterical, even though there really wasn't anything funny to laugh about (save the mental image of either of them bald).

To add to the noise pollution, Momoshiro and Kamio had renewed their argument, and Gakuto had challenged Kikumaru to some kind of a jump competition.

A vein popped in Tezuka's head. "Kikumaru, Momoshiro, Echizen! 20 laps around the stadium, now!"

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The contestants weren't the only ones bickering. The tension could be felt surrounding the coaches too.

To be more exact, two of the coaches.

"It has been a while, Tsubaragi. It's so nice to see you again." Fudoumine's coach greeted icily, the gleam in her eyes indicating the complete opposite of her words.

"Oh, indeed, Futsuka. We haven't seen each other since our high school days. Such wonderful memories." Seigaku's coach looked like she would love to let her fist do the talking and create even more wonderful memories.

The third coach, Hyotei's Sakaki, was either oblivious or used to the hostility between the two females. He nodded to both curtly. "It has been a while, Futsuka, Tsubaragi."

"Ah. It has been a while indeed, Sakaki. This sure reminds one of our cheerleading days, doesn't it?" Futsuka now directed her attention to the Hyotei coach, ignoring her Seigaku counterpart.

Tsubaragi smiled sweetly. "Indeed. The atmosphere does feel the same, as do the teams. I'm sure that just like our time, there are good cheerleaders, and there are downright pathetic ones too."

The hostility was back in the atmosphere. Both Seigaku and Fudoumine's coaches were literally trying to kill each other with their glares.

The three coaches actually were acquainted with each other back in their high school days. All three were, not surprisingly, from the cheerleading club, and all three were flyers. It was no secret that both Tsubaragi and Futsuka competed fiercely for the position of flyer in the main stunt group, resorting to sly tricks and evil methods to get it. They had never managed though, since Sakaki was the one chosen as the flyer of that group in the end. Still, the animosity between the two remained until now.

Sakaki turned to both of them. "It's almost time for the competition. We'll have to return to our respective teams. Good luck, you two." He shook both their hands.

They shook his hand graciously, but when they shook each other's, a loud crack echoed through the whole stadium, causing a few people to stare. It was not certain who was trying to break whose bones, most likely both were guilty of that, considering the amount of force exerted in that simple handshake, but when they finally let go, both returned to their teams with rather sore hands.

The same thought ran through both their heads at that moment.

'No matter what…I'll make sure my team beats yours…'

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The lots were drawn, and now, the first of the three participating team could be seen warming up at the sides, getting ready to head over to the stadium for their performance.

The speeches, as well as the stating of the rules could be heard booming from the speakers, but none of the boys took heed of it, all focused on the task ahead.

This team wore a slightly tight fitting blue and white outfit, similar to their tennis uniforms. The material was made to not restrict their movements, and was of an easy-dry quality too.

"This is the first time I'm doing cheerleading in an actual competition. I'm getting excited nya." Kikumaru chirped.

Kawamura didn't quite share his enthusiasm. "I'm getting a little nervous." He admitted.

Fuji said nothing. Instead, his ever present smile seemed to have gotten wider. Whipping out a racket from seemingly nowhere, Fuji handed it to Kawamura. "Here, Taka-san."

Before the power player could take it, Kaidou and Momoshiro had snatched for it at the same time, though the snake shot player was faster, taking the racket.

"Fuji-senpai! That was dangerous! You can't do that na, you can't do that yo." Momoshiro gasped, to which Kaidou gave a hiss in agreement.

Their coach Tsubaragi glanced up. "It's almost time. Everyone, are you ready? Make sure you beat Fudoumine."

"I'm keener on beating Hyotei…" Echizen muttered. Kikumaru gave an enthusiastic nod at that.

Tsubaragi inched over to Momoshiro's side. "What do you think, Momoshiro-kun? Think you want to let Fudoumine's Kamio-kun beat you?"

"Hell no!" Momoshiro snarled, punching one fist into the air. He rolled up his sleeves. "We can't let them win na, we can't yo." He muttered, marching in the direction of the arena.

"Momoshiro!" Tezuka's stern voice stopped him.

"What?" Momoshiro asked, eager to get it done with.

Tezuka frowned at him. "We're not called to perform yet."

Momoshiro then realized he was the only one walking towards the arena. The rest were still standing there, waiting for their team to be called.

"Oh." The dunk smash player promptly turned bright red. Right. Memo to self. Enter only when your team was called.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, our first team for the day, Seigaku!" The announcement was made, and the announcer jogged away just as the Seigaku cheerleaders entered the stadium to thunderous applause from the sea of blue.

The judges sat in a row before the huge mat, where the performance was to be done. There were ten judges in total, each grading different aspects. All of them watched the Seigaku team enter, their expressions set with professionalism.

As the blue-uniformed team got into position, however, the judges' hands moved as one, already deducting points. Rule number one in cheerleading. All team members were to maintain a smile on their face, yet there was someone frowning like everyone and everything in the stadium had offended him.

The person frowning turned to them, seemingly knowing what they were doing. For a brief moment, he smiled. Or at least, attempted to. Instantly three of the ten judges gave a squeak of horror and passed out on the spot, leaving only seven judges left seated with their jaws hanging open. The person stopped smiling, and the judges' hands moved as one again, and this round, it was to give bonus points for that wise decision. He was better off not smiling.

The music began playing, and all judges' heads whipped up as old, grandfather music filled the stadium. They exchanged bewildered looks amongst themselves. This…was a cheerleading competition right? So what was with these oldies?

The other two teams, still getting ready for their performance, looked up as well. Tachibana chuckled. "As expected of Tezuka. Traditional to the very core."

"The winner will be Hyotei." Atobe smirked.

The Seigaku members moved instantly, all dancing to the music. It was a good thing the sound of the 'koto' provided enough beats for them to follow. Overall, coordination for this team was average. There were mistakes here and there, as feet landed at the wrong timing, or the jumps weren't perfectly coordinated.

Their performance improved when it came to the stunts. The flyers of the groups at the sides were excellent, moving with precise timing. They could both hold their balance very well, though in the first attempt, the brunette flyer's group looked a little shaky, as one of the bases, a muscular brunette, had seemed nervous. He got over it when the flyer smiled though.

The base in the centre was moderate. Compared to the other two flyers, this one didn't keep his balance with ease, and could be seen needing quite a bit of effort to keep his stunts from being shaky. However, he was of a small built, and the bases could hold him up easily.

Their scoring points came from one of the stunts. The bulky brunette lifted both the brunette flyer and the redheaded flyer on each of his palms, and the two flyers waved at the audience, causing them to burst into applause. Such monstrous strength! The judges' heads were seen bent over the pieces of papers as they gave the scores.

Also, this team looked to have another scoring point. The average flyer in the main stunt group had his light weight as an advantage, and playing to that advantage, his bases did the basket toss, where they held each other by the wrists, preparing to toss the flyer. The flyer then mounted and they tossed him into the air, launching him up high. Even the judges looked mildly awed at the height the flyer was able to reach. He gave all of them a 'mada mada dane' smirk all the way up, and when he reached the peak of the launch, he did a toe-touch, his fingers tapping the tip of his toes briefly before falling back down gracefully, where the bases caught him.

That marked the end of their performance, and applause broke out once more as the Seigaku cheerleaders waved before exiting the arena.

The judges were given a brief moment to finalize the scores before handing the sheets over to the officers for the marks to be added up. One team was done. Two more to go.

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"What's taking them so long na…" A person muttered in a heavy kansai accent. His arms were folded across his chest, while his bespectacled gaze was fixed on the arena, waiting for their team to be called to perform.

The second team, decided by the drawing of lots, wore grey and white, similar to their tennis outfit. Also, by command of the team captain, the whole team donned silk material. As Atobe had put it, this was to ensure maximum comfort during performance, a statement met with skeptical stares from both Oshitari and Shishido.

"Remember, my loyal subjects. All of you are to follow ore-sama's lead. You may marvel at my beautiful skills, but don't miss the count. Do you understand?" Atobe ordered, giving his fellow cheerleaders an ice emperor glare.

Shishido snorted. "We would know that even if you didn't mention it. Don't look down on us, Atobe."

"Hmph. Don't forget that you're nowhere near my level yet, Shishido, so it's not really your place to comment. You still have a lot more to work on before you can reach ore-sama's standard of cheerleading." Atobe gloated.

"That sounded disturbingly like Seigaku's Echizen's lines." Oshitari muttered. It was a good thing Atobe didn't hear him.

One of the men standing near the entrance raised a hand. "It's almost your turn. Please get ready."

"About time. We'll be going now, Kantoku." Atobe told the coach, who was standing just a few feet away from the team.

Sakaki gave a nod, then gave his trademark two fingered point. "Itteyoshi!"

XXX

The judges knew, even before the team had entered the arena, just who was coming up next, for the crowd of grey had not kept quiet for even one moment, and their cheers were, honestly speaking, starting a headache for the poor judges.

When the Hyotei team entered, the judges were blinded momentarily by the amount of glitter on their uniform. As expected of Atobe Keigo, the organizer of this competition. Trust his team to look the flashiest.

Atobe gave a snap, and the crowd went blessedly quiet. Before the judges could breathe a sigh of relief, however, Atobe had declared. "The winner…will be me!" The crowd exploded again, and once more, the seven had to nurse a renewed headache.

The music began, and instantly the Hyotei team kicked into action, all doing their dances and their jumps. When they did the toe-touch (where they jump with their legs spread open in a 'V' shape and their hands touching their toes) there was the sound of fabric ripping, and a few eyebrows had shot up at that. It was uncertain who the unfortunate victim was, though the bulkiest member in the team had gone slightly pink. The same question ran through the seven's minds. Just who was the "genius" who had made them wear silk for a cheerleading performance anyway?

Coordination-wise…well…the judges had seen much better from the Seigaku cheerleaders. Feet were landing all over the place, and the cartwheels were rather messy. There were near collisions, and a sleepy looking team member had trod on one of Atobe's feet. The diva hadn't made a sound to that though, having been in enough competitions to know that marks will be deducted if he did. The judges could also sense the animosity between the two stunt groups at the sides, if the not so subtle glares exchanged were saying anything.

At least the stunts were good. The two stunt groups at the sides were very stable, keeping their stunts as perfect as possible. The redheaded flyer on the right, especially, had an incredible sense of balance. Also, when they did the basket toss, he too was launched up very high, although he failed to reach the height the Seigaku flyer had.

They did well, but Atobe's group far overshadowed the other two stunt groups at his sides. Several of the seven had, in the past, seen Atobe's performance before, and they knew how experienced he was. Throw any stunt at Atobe, and he would be able to execute it perfectly.

Indeed, the diva was good, and he knew it. He gave another snap, and his cheering squad seated all around the stands burst into chants of his name. Being the flyer of the main stunt group, he was the centre of attraction for his whole team, and he enjoyed the attention thoroughly. The fan support boosted the Hyotei team's morale, making all their cheers extremely spirited. They used props too, with Atobe waving pompoms, while the other two flyers held banners, one of which wrote "The winner is Hyotei" and the other wrote "Ore-sama no bigi ni yoi na".

Their scoring move was when Atobe did the 360 degrees elevator, mounting Kabaji's palm and turning 360 degrees, facing the front, where the panel of judges were seated. He then did the twisting cradle, landing perfectly in his bases' arms before mounting again, the bases instantly extending their arms all the way once he was standing on their palms. With Atobe in the centre, the other two flyers then mounted, and their bases too had used an extension. The flyers at the sides then lifted a foot each and placed that foot on Atobe's palms. With that, a perfect pyramid was formed.

When the performance was done, the whole stadium rang with the applause and cheers from Hyotei's supporters even as they left the arena, with Atobe leading his team away, a hand raised in the air to drive his schoolmates and supporters even crazier. The panel of seven sighed and worked on the scores again. Two teams down. One more to go.

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"There are so many people out there."

The last team to perform, a team all dressed in a black outfit, was now getting ready at the sides. Tachibana had just given all of them a final briefing on their stunts, and had even offered a few soothing words to his nervous team members. Nearby, Kamio leaned again the wall, his head nodding to the beat of his MP3 player, as he got himself into the rhythm. Ishida was doing pushups as part of his warm-up exercise, while Shinji was also exercising…his mouth.

"It's finally our turn. I'm excited…and nervous at the same time. We've practiced so many times so it should be fine, but what if it's not fine. There are so many people out there watching and they might laugh if we make even the smallest mistake. I want this to be over with. Ah, why are we the last team…" Shinji droned on, causing some of his teammates to get nervous again.

Tachibana patted him on the shoulder. "Calm down, Shinji. If we follow as we have practiced, we should be fine. I've left the choosing of the songs to Kamio, and I've seen all your performances so far. I have to say I'm very proud of you, and I have faith that all of you will do well."

"Tachibana-buchou." At his speech, all of them gazed at him respectfully, touched to hear such words from their beloved captain.

Shinji was affected too. At least his words didn't sound so spirit-dampening after that. "How nice, Tachibana-san. We're truly lucky to have him as a captain. I'll bet Seigaku and Hyotei's captains aren't so nice. We're going to have an advantage, Yosh, we'll do our best and not let him down…"

"Shinji. It's our turn now. Let's go." Ishida told the blue-haired player at hearing their team called.

"…and we'll win this competition no matter what. I'm sure Seigaku and Hyotei will be very strong opponents, but we shouldn't have a problem if we have Tachibana-san…"

"Shinji, we're going to leave you behind, you know…" Kamio warned as he jogged past.

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The judges watched as the last team walked out onto the mat, all getting ready for their performance. This team didn't really stand out, not with their uniforms, and definitely not with their fan support, since the applause was more subdued as compared to the other two schools.

They got into position relatively fast, not wasting much time, and a few of the judges gave an approving nod. The team captain then raised a hand, requesting for the music to begin.

As the music played, smiles spread upon the faces of the judges. They already have a very good first impression of this team. Despite the very humble appearance, they have a very tasteful choice in music, and while the choice of music didn't affect the scores, a few of the judges were secretly tapping their feet to the beats.

The team moved as one. All eyes were trained on the front, where their team captain was, and all followed his lead. There were no mistakes with the jumps, none with the dances, and the stunt groups were so perfectly coordinated. It was difficult to believe this was their first performance. Indeed, a few of the seven judges vocalized positive comments even as they gave the scores.

This team didn't have any particularly difficult stunts, keeping all their moves simple yet precise. This was, perhaps, the only part where they lost out to the previous two teams. However, their stunts were perfect, and that prevented them from losing points unnecessarily, which gave them equal footing with the two stronger teams.

The final stunt helped their scores, as Ishida carried Shinji with one hand, lifting him into the air in an Extension. Shinji then did the Liberty, standing only on one foot, with his other foot lifted with his toes pointed downwards. On either side of Shinji's group, two flyers did a shoulder sit on two bases, while another two of the team members stood at the sides, forming a fan-like pattern. Simultaneously, all of them held up flashcards, which formed the sentence "Guys don't cheer with poms!"

The judges smiled. They already have a winner in mind.

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With that, the three teams' performances were done with, and all that was left now were the scores and the prize giving ceremony.

The main stunt groups were asked to give a performance before the scores were announced. Seigaku, Hyotei and Fudoumine's main stunt groups graced the scene once more.

By request of the audience, the three stunt groups were asked to do their best stunts, which would also give them bonus points. Seigaku, of course, did the basket toss. Hyotei did the 360 degrees elevator, as well as the twisting cradle. Fudoumine did the Extension and the Liberty.

The peace between the three teams would have been maintained, if it wasn't for Echizen and Atobe being on the same mat. It was never a good idea to put those two within close proximity.

"Echizen. You call that a Basket Toss?" Atobe's smug voice could be heard.

A vein popped on the Seigaku's prodigy's head. This was his best skill, and he'd defend it with his pride if he had to.

"Hmm? You're one to talk, with that mada mada twisting cradle of yours." Echizen retorted.

"Ore-sama will not be taking comments from someone who flaps like a chicken in a basket toss."

"And I'm not listening to someone writhing like an eel during a simple twisting cradle stunt either."

The argument got heated, both parties forgetting that this was still in the middle of a competition. Not even their bases could make them keep quiet.

"Echizen! Stay still! I'm having trouble trying to carry you." Tezuka hissed up at him.

"Atobe-buchou…" Kabaji too was looking shaky.

"Let's keep away, Tachibana-san." Kamio suggested, looking wary.

The Fudoumine captain shook his head. "That's not the right thing to do. We have to remind them that we're in the middle of a competition."

The peacemaker then went between the two, trying to pacify them, but ended up getting caught in the crossfire. A war sparked, flames were thrown, and in the end, all three stunt groups fell, landing in a heap of limbs on the mat.

One of the judges stood up. Her face was white and her whole form shaking with fury. "You…all three of you…you're all disqualified!"

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"Man…that was so disappointing." Momoshiro sighed. All Seigaku members were giving Echizen the "it's all your fault" look.

"We've worked so hard, and we've lost just like that in the end nya. Inui! Make sure you give ochibi your latest invention!" Kikumaru pointed at the culprit.

"Indeed I will." Inui promised, his voice low.

Tezuka's glasses were flashing. "Echizen! 100 laps when we get back!"

The Seigaku regular packed their belongings and made their way back to the bus, which was their mode of transport here in the first place. Tezuka nodded to Tachibana, who was leaving with his team on another bus. "It's a pity, but we'll have to continue some other time."

"Aa. We'll see you on the courts then." Tachibana agreed.

Just then, there was the sound of the microphone being switched on. Atobe's voice could be heard booming from inside the stadium.

"Since this competition was organized by ore-sama, by default, if all teams had ended in a draw, the winner will be Hyotei. Echizen, come here."

"Haa? The winner is Hyotei? That's not fair and…Echizen! Where are you going?" Momoshiro asked at seeing the prodigy flee.

"I'm going to do those laps!" Was the reply.

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"Well? Where is Seigaku's little prince?" Atobe asked, holding a razor in one hand.

Oshitari chuckled. "It would seem that he has already left."

"Oh? He's too awed by my beautiful shaving skills, I suppose. Well, I'm feeling generous since we're the winner anyway. Ore-sama will let him go…this time."

Atobe took a sip of his punch (which Kabaji had dutifully gotten for him), placed the glass on the table and stood up before turning to all his regulars who, even though they had "won", were looking mortified instead of pleased.

"This was a wonderful experience, wasn't it? Ore-sama is thinking of organizing this competition again." Atobe declared.

"Give me a break…" Oshitari frowned. To which Shishido muttered "gekidasa".

Atobe feigned deafness and gave a low chuckle. "In fact, ore-sama will organize another competition in a few months time. This round, I'm not letting that Echizen escape."

The Hyotei regulars knew better than to argue with Atobe when he had his mind set. They gave a sigh and resigned to their fate.

Be awed by the horrors of cheerleading.

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Omake

"Sanada-fukubuchou! We've got mail!" The devil Kirihara yelled across the courts, where the cap-wearing vice-captain was seated next to the newly recovered captain.

Everyone stopped practice as they watched the baby of the team. Sanada frowned. "Mail? From whom?" He asked, taking the letter from Kirihara.

There was a brief moment of silence as both captain and vice-captain scanned the letter's contents. It was the calm before a storm. Moments later, thunder boomed.

"Akaya!!!"

And so it was, innocent Kirihara Akaya, oblivious postman for the Rikkai team, found himself chased by all his racket wielding seniors, who were out to kill him for bringing the catastrophe to them.

Only Yukimura remained seated, watching his regulars go. "Yare yare. Everyone is so spirited." He said calmly to himself, turning his attention back to the letter.

To the peasants of Rikkai Dai,

Ore-sama will be holding a cheerleading competition, just two weeks before the Nationals. You are highly expected to participate in this, since all the other schools will be going too. Ore-sama's team was the previous champion, and ore-sama looks forward to defeating your team this round.

You should worship,

Ore-sama, Atobe Keigo, King of Cheerleaders.

::The End::

A/N: Finally completed this. (Burst into relieved tears) Well, I hope you've enjoyed the fic.

Please Read and Review. No Flames Please.

-Gwyn