I don't care….No really, I don't.

Kamio flinched as the ball coming his way just narrowly missed him. As he got back into position on the tennis court, he eyed Tachibana An with an almost nervous look. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

"Are you okay, An-chan? You seem…frustrated."

"I'm fine!" An bit back, pulling out a tennis ball from her pocket. Without warning, she sent another serve his way, one that was so sure of hitting Kamio that he had to use a hidden flexibility he didn't know he had in order to dodge it.

They continued like this for a while until Kamio called for a water break, using this opportunity to confront An about her growing necessity to use him as a human target.

"Why don't you just tell me what's going on, An-chan? I don't think I can handle any more bruises."

Seating herself on the bench, An's eyes were fixed on the ground, trying to avoid Kamio's gaze. She didn't even seem to acknowledge him until she finally let out a sigh and muttered under her breath, "Momo and I broke up."

"What?" Kamio had to strain himself in order to hear the words, but sure enough, he heard them correctly. However, believing them was another story. It was true that Kamio never really liked the idea of An dating Momoshiro, or any guy for that matter, but he never really thought of them breaking up so soon. "What happened?"

"Remember how he was always calling to cancel plans and change schedules? Now I finally know why."

"What do you mean?"

Apparently with this question, Kamio must have triggered something because An tightened her grip on her water bottle and angrily gritted her teeth.

"He cheated on me, Kamio," An said bitterly. "He would always tell me he was training for tennis, but he was really with someone else. Now we're over."

"That bastard!" Kamio yelled, flushing with rage. "When I get a hold of him, I gonna—"

"Kamio," An interrupted, wearing that emotionless mask. "Don't do anything rash."

"But aren't you angry too?" Kamio exclaimed.

An gave a mere shrug at this idea and carried on with her business, never being the type to just have a catharsis.

"Let's just get back to tennis, Kamio-kun. I was hoping this game would take my mind off of things."

An clutched her racket and proceeded to make her way back on to the court when she felt a hand grip her shoulder. She paused for a moment, but eventually shrugged it off and continued walking, as if nothing had happened.

But with every second, her mask was quickly breaking.

Well that's the end of that chapter. My next chapter is NanakoRyoga, but if I don't get it finished by the end of this weekend, then I probably wouldn't expect it until next week or the week after that. So yeah, I'm pretty sure there was something I needed to say, but I can't really remember it right now. Oh well, I hope it wasn't important.