Chapter 2!

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AN: So! Chapter two! ...God. Why does it have chapters? THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO BE A ONE SHOT!!

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"—And if you're on a date, that would certainly--…hi, Tezuka." Fuji waved happily, oblivious as to what had just been requested of the captain, "Is something wrong?"

Without bothering to explain, he grabbed the tensai by the shoulders and kissed him firmly before releasing him, "That's enough."

Fuji pouted, be it from the command to stop fooling around or the fact the kiss had ended, who knew…and who cared or noticed at that moment. Everyone's jaws had once again hit the floor, this time including Inui, Kawamura and Oishi, who had previously been undisturbed by the news of relationships flying around the courts.

On the Hyoutei side, things were about the same. Choutouro, who'd been very quiet up to that point, and trying to keep Shishido from jumping into the conversation suddenly looked to his partner, with a hurt look, "How come you never kiss me like that in public?"

The question caused the Hyoutei team to turn and stare at the two, as Shishido stammered to answer. Gakuto beat him to it, hands on his hip, "Because he's not worth it! You could do better than that, Ohtori! Shame on you!" The red head scolded, successfully drawing a growl from the other third year.

"Beat it, Mukahi."

"But…Mukahi-sempai…I've been with Shishido-sempai for a long time." The second year blinked, blushing a bit at the announcement, "I don't think it's that weird."

"It's as weird as Atobe being related to the loud mouth."

"Like you're one to talk," Shishido muttered, sending the acrobat into a rage.

"FUCK OFF, SHISHIDO!"

"Down Gakuto." Oshitari put an arm around his partner's waist and hauled him off, "You can play the blame game with each other later. …Atobe?"

Atobe, during that small conversation, had had his eyes locked on the court. While he was still mad at his cousin, he was now in a state of eternal shock and disappointment. He had had a slight crush on Jirou…and he'd always admired Tezuka…this wasn't his day. He growled a bit and turned on his heel, "You're in charge, Oshitari. Don't let anyone kill anyone else." And stormed off.

Grr…Kikumaru…is so dead…at our next family gathering. Dead…dead, dead, dead, dead, dead! …And Tezuka. …Grrrr…Fuji's a target now as well. I will annihilate them! I will—

Atobe found his inner-monologue interrupted by a sudden crashing into another person, successfully sending both to the ground. The Hyoutei captain growled, "Watch where you're going!"

"I could say the same to you! …Oi. Hold it. You're wearing a Hyoutei uniform…do you know where the practice match is then?"

Atobe looked up in annoyance, to find himself starring at giant stormy-blue eyes sparkling at him. He blinked a moment, then looked over the uniform. Rokkaku. ….Hold a tic. What the Hell's a Rokkaku player doing all the way out here?

"…Why?"

"Er…my friend's playing. I wanted to watch…and give him my regards and…ask him out." The other boy admitted sheepishly, although he was still grinning. Normally, the Hyoutei captain would've let him be disappointed, but being in the sour mood he was, he decided to damper the cheerful disposition himself.

"Well then, I feel I should warn you now. If you were referring to Tezuka, Oishi, Kikumaru, Fuji, or Kawamura, you might as well go back to Chiba."

"…Fuji-kun's going out with someone?" The other asked, crestfallen.

"I just said that didn't I?"

"B…but…he never told me…." He looked ready to start crying then, and Atobe suddenly felt bad. …I never felt bad. …Bastard. Grrr…

"…Don't. Cry."

"I'm not crying!" He snapped, then, as though suddenly remembering his manners, blushed and jumped up, offering Atobe a hand up, "Sorry about the trouble…er. I'm Saeki Koujirou... Atobe, right?"

"…Why do you know that?" Atobe ignored the offered hand and stood himself, dusting his jersey off.

"Everyone knows about you." Saeki blinked, thinking the answer should have been obvious, "You're one of the most famous players. Right up there with Tezuka and Yukimura."

"...Don't say that name."

"…What name?"

"Tezuka. …Damn it! Don't make me say it either!"

"….Why?"

…Clueless idiot. "…I don't know if I should call you dense or lucky."

"What's that suppose to mean? I just met you! You just told me my best friend was already going out with someone, and it's not like I can read your min--…" Saeki went quiet, lost in thought, and then squeaked quietly, "…Oh…I…get it. You liked Tezuka…but Tezuka-san was…er…is. With Fuji-kun. Right?"

"….Didn't I just tell you not to say his name?"

"…Sorry." Saeki shrugged, looking around awkwardly, "Er…I guess I better get going…then…er. Wanna go get a drink or something? I'll buy as an apology?"

Atobe stared at him, then sighed, shrugged and shook his head, "Why not? I've got nothing better to do." With that, the two wandered off, Saeki happily chatting away his life story, while Atobe was left to listen in half annoyance, though he would never admit he was actually listening and was interested in what he was hearing.

Back on the courts, things were somewhat settled. The match had finally started after another few minutes that it took to pry Kikumaru off of Jirou, and to get Fuji to stop trying to torment Oishi and Kawamura. The match had become friendly, as Fuji swore not to reap vengeance on the narcoleptic player, and everyone on the sidelines was in quiet conversation. Namely the three underclassmen…at which Momo was the center of the conversation, still trying to figure it all out.

"…Ok. So…Tezuka-buchou and Fuji-sempai are going out. Kikumaru-sempai is going out with the weird guy—"

"Akutagawa-sempai." Kaido put in, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever. Oishi-sempai is going out with Kawamura-sempai…and everyone knew about the other four. So…Is that everyone?"

"Except for Inui-sempai." Echizen pointed out, looking over at the data player in his usual dead set manner. The two second years looked as well. Momo pushed Kaido a bit, "Oi. You train with him. Go ask him."

"You're the one that wants to know! You ask him!"

"Actually," A voice drawled from behind them, causing all three to turn, "He's going out with the Rikkai Dai data player."

"He has a name." Inui cut in, causing the three to turn once more, "Yanagi Renji. I'd thought you'd know the name of a fellow annalistic player, Oshitari-san."

"I never paid much mind to Rikkai Dai outside of their doubles." The Hyoutei player admitted, shrugging carelessly, "Why should I? Atobe, Jirou, Kabaji and Hiyoshi can handle singles."

"True…but back to our original subject." Inui turned to his group of kouhai, "I don't have any dating data on you three. Talk. Now. Or suffer." He pulled a glass of Inui Juice out of seemingly nowhere. All three blanched and quickly backed up.

"Inui, put that away." Tezuka snapped, not bothering to turn around, "And don't threaten them. If anything, I thought you would be taking notes on Fuji. He's actually playing a semi-real game."

At that, Inui quickly returned to his post of monitoring the game, and Oshitari returned to the other side of the court to keep Gakuto from launching at Shishido, before Ohtori began spasming.

Echizen looked up, between his two upperclassmen, "So. Who are you two going out with?"

Kaido hissed and stalked away, breaking into a run after calling back that he was going for a light warm-up run, and Momo rubbed the back of his neck, "That's rude, Echizen. We're upperclassmen! You should be respecting us!"

"…You act like I care. I kick your ass, therefore you respect me." The rookie smirked, "Now. Ans--…just a second." He cut off as his cell phone rang and dug the object from his bag, flipping it open, "Yo."

"We're still on for tonight right?"

"Hell yes."

"Did you ask everyone else? And make sure it was alright?"

"Please, they'll agree."

"…Whatever you say, Ryo."

"I'm always right. You know that."

"Oi, who are you talking to?" Momo asked, prodding the freshman in the side. Echizen glared and smacked his hand away.

"Ryo?"

"Sorry. He's always like that."

"He can see us?"

"Shut up, Momo."

"…Whatever you say. Just remember to ask."

"I know, I know. Even if I don't, Atobe wouldn't pass up a chance like this."

"…Good point. Later, Ryo."

"Later, Wakashi." With that, the phone was flipped closed and thrown back into the confines of his tennis bag. He looked up to find Momo starring at him in shock.

"Wakashi…as in…Hiyoshi?!"

"…Yeah, so?"

"…I thought you hated Hiyoshi?!"

"…Uh. No. I never said that." Echizen rolled his eyes, "Mada mada. …And now that you know who I go out with, answer me!"

"…Kaido."

Echizen starred at him for a second, the glared, "Liar."

"I am not!"

"You are so! I saw you with that speed freak from Fudomine yesterday!"

"So what—"

"Kissing."

"Lia—"

"YOU WHAT?!"

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