Thanks to everyone who reviewed! You guys are the reason I sat at the comupter for the next 5 hours after posting Day 1, to complete Day 2, reading five times over to remove mistakes. Domo arigatou gozaimashita!!!

Day 2:

'Thanks for breakfast, Nee-san. I'm off.'

'Wait, Syuusuke.' Yumiko handed Fuji a paper bag. 'Help me bring this out will you?'

'Trash?' Fuji peeked inside the bag. 'Manga?'

'Yep, I'm throwing those away. I have to clear out some space in my room. It's getting too cluttered.' She went back to the kitchen to do the dishes.

'Are you sure?' Fuji held up one of the books. 'Aren't these your favorites?'

'Hmm… I don't have a choice. Anyway, I'm already tired of reading them over and over.'

Heh heh… another opportunity. Fuji smiled. 'Then, may I give these to a friend?'

'Eh? Are you sure? Those are not for minors you know.' Yumiko looked at her younger brother with suspicion.

'Ha ha, don't worry Nee-san, I'm sure my friend will like them. So, may I?'

'Sure. See you later, Syuusuke.' Yumiko returned to her dishes.

'Bye Nee-san.' Fuji beamed as he walked to school. Now, who shall I bestow these books upon?

'BURNING! COME ON BABY! I NOT SCARED!! I AM BURNING!!! GREAT!!!'

Taka-san huh? Fuji laughed quietly at the sight of the tall boy swinging his racket like a lunatic, people around him backing off to give him a wide berth.

'DORYA!!!!' Kawamura served and his opponent ducked, completely forgetting the fact that they supposed to be playing tennis. 'OH-MY-GOD!! COME BACK!! COME HERE!!' His habit of hollering horrendous English had never failed to drive their English language teacher into hiding. But enough about Kawamura, Fuji thought, it is time to start sabotage mission one of the day. The club members had already started their morning training, a quick head-count in the courts told Fuji that the clubhouse was empty.

He managed to sneak past the tennis courts unseen. A quick dash and he made it into the clubhouse. Fuji snickered. Too easy. Seconds later, he located his target's bag and planted the paper bag of manga inside, at an angle that will let it fall out easily upon contact.

Pleased with himself, Fuji left the small building whistling, to hide somewhere nearby where he can watch. Now, let the drama unfold…

'Game set! Six games to two, Kikumaru Oishi pair!' The umpire called out.

Kikumaru hopped gleefully onto Oishi. 'Yippee! We completely trashed Kaidou and O-chibi!! We are the best, aren't we Oishi?'

The Golden pair's opponent, Kaidou and Echizen were in the midst of a stare-down.

'Mada mada dane, Kaidou-senpai.' Echizen drawled, tapping his racket on his shoulder.

Kaidou hissed. 'It's because you were running around all by yourself, doing all the useless Drive B's that didn't score!'

'And all of your Boomerang snake shots were out!' Echizen snapped. Oishi was about to step in as the mediator when Tezuka arrived, timely as ever.

'Practice will stop here. First-years, collect the balls and nets. Echizen and Kaidou, ten laps! The rest is dismissed!'

Sniggering, Momoshiro made his way back to the clubhouse with the rest of the regulars to change. 'Looks like Echizen and that stupid viper can't be paired as doubles.'

'Their only similarity is their stubbornness. They possess completely different playing styles, thus making them unable to complement each other in doubles. Success rate of playing a decent doubles game in a real match is currently at 10 percent…' Inui explained to nobody in particular.

'Ah ha ha ha… If you are right, doubles 2 for the up-coming match is going to be a headache for Ryuuzaki-sensei again.' Oishi commented as he opened the door to the clubhouse.

'Ryuuzaki-sensei will have something planned. Don't worry about it.' Tezuka remarked.

'I guess you're right.' Oishi replied apologetically. He brushed against Momoshiro's bag as he approached his cubby-hole. A paper bag fell out, spilling its contents all over the clubhouse floor.

'Oops. Sorry, Momoshiro.' Oishi called out to the teenager, who was lounging on the bench, drinking deeply from his water bottle. Oishi bent down to pick up the bag's contents, but he withdrew with a screech that reverberated throughout the clubhouse, stopping the occupants in their activities.

'Ouch… what was that for Oishi?' Kikumaru winced as he stuck a finger in his ear.

Oishi, who had turned a gorgeous shade of red, leaned against the cubby-holes and pointed at the floor with a quavering finger, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

The room fell silent as the regulars took in what they saw.

An enormous collection of yaoi manga, probably hard-core, judging from the illustrations of the covers and the contents of few open books. The books were worn at the binders, indicating the owner had often flipped through them.

'Momo… I never knew…' Kawamura muttered, clutching his chest as if he was having a heart attack.

Momoshiro gaped at the books; water that he was drinking flowed freely from his open mouth. 'B-but… those are not mine!' he stuttered.

'Meep! I never knew Momo is that type of person!' Kikumaru immediately cowered behind Oishi, who was still in a state of shock.

Even Inui was taken aback. He adjusted his glasses with a shaking hand, strode towards his bag, pulled out Momoshiro Takeshi Volume 2. 'Today, Momoshiro has revealed another one of his hobbies. This may indicate a change in data concerning his sexual preferences…' he whispered to himself as he scribbled frantically.

'LIKE-I-SAID! IT'S NOT MINE!!' Momoshiro screamed.

Tezuka was staring… or rather, glaring at Momoshiro. Momoshiro turned to his captain and pleaded. 'Buchou! I swear! Those are not mine!!!!' Tezuka turned away and continued to change in silence. Don't bother, don't bother… he mentally chanted.

The clubhouse door opened, Kaidou and Echizen entered, panting a little from their assigned laps. 'I could hear you screaming from outside, Momo-senpai.' Echizen grumbled.

'Be quiet, you stupid…' Kaidou stepped on one of the books and he looked down to see what he stepped on. Turning a shade of green that matched his bandana, he asked, 'whose are these?'

Kawamura, Oishi, Kikumaru and Inui pointed at Momoshiro at the same time.

'T-these are not mine!!' Momoshiro looked as if he was about to cry.

Kikumaru looked at Echizen. 'No wonder Momo's so attached to o-chibi. O-chibi-chan looks like someone plucked out of one of those books, uke-style.'

Echizen paled. Without bothering to change, he grabbed his belongings and dashed out of the clubhouse.

The rest of the team followed suit, leaving Momoshiro alone. 'BUT-IT'S-NOT-MINE!!!!!' Momoshiro wailed as they left.

As Tezuka walked to the school building with a pounding headache, he heard a nearby tree chuckling. He stopped for a moment to glare at the offensive tree, before dismissing it to his headache and continued on, determined to let his lessons erase the earlier events.

That was good. Fuji could hardly control his laughter. I bet Echizen will never look at Momoshiro the same way again, thanks to Eiji. I'll have to thank Nee-san later on. He watched from behind the tree as Momoshiro trudged out of the clubhouse, the said victim looking as if he was about to commit suicide. Ah… I'll stop for today. Momo probably can't take anymore trauma as it is.

Fuji didn't feel the least bit guilty. In fact, his brains were already working on the next prank. This one will have to be performed tomorrow. It's too late to do it today… He planned his next move with great care, completely ignoring his classes. Even the humongous amount of assignments didn't dampen his elation at the success of the previous practical joke. Getting a sprained ankle was worth it. Fuji grinned.

'Fujiko, you won't be coming to the courts today?' Kikumaru asked as their class was dismissed for the day.

'Nope. I'm banned from practice, remember?'

'Are you just trying to escape from Tezuka's punishment?' Kikumaru waved a finger at Fuji. 'EVERYONE suspects that you were the one who painted the tennis balls pink!'

'Why me?' Fuji asked innocently.

Kikumaru narrowed his eyes. Though he is famed for his naivety, even he knows that Fuji can't be trusted… at times.

Before Kikumaru could answer, Fuji stood up. 'Okay, it's time for you to go for practice. Unless you want Tezuka to give you laps?'

Kikumaru checked his watch. 'NYAH!!! I'm late!! Bye Fujiko!' and dashed off.

Fuji packed his bags and closed the classroom door behind him as he exited. Time to go shopping… he thought cheerily.

'Hi, can I help you with anything?' The store assistant inquired.

'Nope, I'm just looking. Thanks.' Fuji answered, eyes fixed on the shelves, filled to the brim with bottles.

'If you need anything, feel free to ask.' The assistant said and left Fuji alone to search on his own.

After ten minutes of looking at labels, Fuji finally saw what he needed. Beaming, he turned the bottle carefully in his hands, making sure it was the exact one he was looking for before going to the counter to pay for it.

Clutching the bag containing his key to his next prank, Fuji made his way home, eagerly looking forward to the next day.

Heh heh... hope you guys enjoyed it. If you have any pranks you wish to play on the Seigaku team, do do do comment on the reviews. I read every single one of them!

For the reviewers who expressed their pleasure at the topless Tezuka in Day 1, don't worry, I'm coming up with something as good as (or hopefully better) in Day 3. (evils grins: yes, I enjoy the mental image of a topless Tezuka as much as any fangirl does. Yummy) Once again, thanks for the reviews! (You guys might just force me to plough on to Day 3.)