Yes! Finally! Day 3!! (collapses on my bed) Sorry this took longer then expected, but it's an extra long one this time. Hope you guys enjoy it! (And please please please kindly drop a review or two while you're at it. [grins)

Day 3:

'Good morning!' Fuji greeted as he slid the infirmary door open. It was empty, much to Fuji's satisfaction. He had made the effort to come extra early, so he could go about making his preparations without arousing the suspicion of the school nurse.

Fuji quickly searched the infirmary, and found the cupboard which stored what he needed: Uniforms. He dumped the boys' uniforms into a trash bag which he had brought along, tying it up securely. He then took down some of the girls' uniforms, carefully counting out the sizes. After double-checking the cupboard to make sure he did not leave anything behind, he closed it and left the infirmary, trash bag slung over his shoulder, looking very much like an evil Santa Claus.

'Uisu…' Echizen greeted and tugged at his cap as he entered the court.

'Huh? Hey, Echizen, where's Momo?' Oishi asked when he noticed Echizen sauntering in alone.

Echizen shrugged. 'No idea.'

Looking confused, Oishi pestered the rookie. 'Didn't you two come together like you always do?'

'Sheez Oishi, do you think o-chibi will still ride behind Momo's bike after yesterday?' Kikumaru whispered at a volume that everyone within ten feet of him could hear.

Oishi reddened. 'Oh… right.' Echizen pulled his cap lower and started his warm-ups, ignoring the strange looks the three other freshmen were throwing at him.

'Tezuka!' The coach waved the stoic captain over after he dismissed the team.

'What is it Ryuuzaki sensei?' Tezuka asked when he reached the elderly woman.

'What's wrong with Momoshiro? He doesn't look too well.' She questioned the stern-faced student, frowning.

Tezuka turned to Momoshiro's direction to see the boy walking back to the clubhouse, resembling a shell-shocked zombie.

'Nothing.' Tezuka lied. Momoshiro tripped over a basketful of tennis balls, crashing spectacularly onto the ground.

Ryuuzaki frowned deepened as she watched Momoshiro pick himself up and continue his zombie-march. 'Are you sure, Tezuka?'

'Yes.' Tezuka affirmed and Momoshiro chose that exact moment to walk into Kachiro, sending both of them sprawling on the floor.

Ryuuzaki released a dramatic sigh. 'If you say so. All right, I won't hold you up any longer. You better head back to the clubhouse to change before the school bell rings.'

Tezuka took his leave, thankful he was not pressed further by the coach. However, his sense of relief was swiftly replaced by a sense of impending doom when he entered the clubhouse to find it in an uproar. In fact, it was a familiar scene….

'Nyah?! Where did my clothes go?!'

'I'm very sure I left my uniform here! There's no way it could've disappeared just like that!' Kawamura seemed to have gotten it into his head that his uniform sneaked into the supply cupboard on its own and was throwing random things out over his shoulder in search of it.

Tezuka was about to yell for some order when Kaidou pulled out a green mini-skirt from his own cubby. '…what the hell is this?'

'What… happened to our uniforms?' Oishi asked, lifting up a white and green sailor style blouse.

Echizen was also holding a set of the blouse and skirt in his size with an appalled look on his face. 'These are the girls' uniforms.'

'I know it is the girls' uniforms, but why is it here? Where did our uniforms go?' Kaidou snapped, flinging the green mini-skirt on the floor in his frustration.

'It would seem that whoever took our uniforms wanted us to wear the girls' uniforms. The person sure is attentive, picking out all the right sizes.' Inui observed.

'Inui! This isn't the time to admire that prankster! Our uniforms! We can't go to school without our uniforms!' Kikumaru waved his arms frantically. 'I don't wanna go to school wearing the girls' uniform!'

'Actually, I think you'd look good in the girls' uniform, Kikumaru senpai.' Echizen smirked.

'Oh… really… nyah? What am I saying? OUR UNIFORMS!' Kikumaru screeched.

'Tezuka, what do you think we should do?' Oishi turned to their ever reliable leader. The occupants stopped their panicking and looked at him, desperate for some last minute work of miracle. (With the exception of Momoshiro, the boy was sitting on the bench, zoning out.)

For the first time, Tezuka regretted being the Captain of Seigaku Tennis club, especially when said team included a complete nut case mistakenly labeled as a tennis genius. He strode to his own cubby hole, secretly hoping his own clothes had come to no harm, to find that he was not spared either. In place of his usual black uniform was a lovingly tucked and folded set of the green and white girls' uniforms. A pink slip of paper was placed on top of the clothes. Puzzled, Tezuka picked it up and read the print.

WHERE THE BIRDS NESTS

P.S Those books weren't Momoshiro's (heart)

Oishi read the note aloud over his shoulder while Tezuka mentally cursed the previous Captain for allowing someone this demented to join the club.

Kikumaru frowned. 'Where the birds nests? What does it mean?'

'Hmm… it must be a clue; maybe it's a hint to where our uniforms are.' Inui mused.

'How the hell are we supposed to know where birds nests?' Kaidou hissed in annoyance.

Completely revived when his name was officially cleared, Momoshiro entered the verbal fray. 'Birds nest in trees of course, you dumb ass.'

'Shut up, I didn't ask you for your opinion, you perv.'

'Hey hey, cut it out.' Kawamura stepped in. 'The important thing is our uniforms. We still have three minutes before the bell rings. We better start looking.'

'But there are like, dozens of trees in this school, nyah? And what if it's not in the school grounds?' Kikumaru asked.

'There are thirty-five trees in the school grounds, to be exact.' Inui offered.

'Yeah, thanks for the help, Inui.' Kikumaru scowled.

'Echizen, Kawamura, you two search the north part of the school, the area near the gates. Oishi, Kikumaru, the south, at the back. Momoshiro and Kaidou, you two go to the east and look. Inui, we'll go to the west. Gather back here in ten minutes. Dismissed.' Tezuka ordered, sounding very much like a drill sergeant.

'Ten minutes? Are you sure Tezuka? We'll be late you know.' Oishi asked.

'Better late then wearing girls' uniforms.' Echizen mumbled as he left the clubhouse.

'We found it!' Momoshiro panted happily as he entered the clubhouse with Kaidou, dragging a black trash bag between them. 'It was tied to the highest branch on the tree.'

'All right!' Kikumaru cheered, patting the two sophomores on the back. 'Now we can go back to class!'

Kawamura opened the bag and his face fell.

'What's wrong, Kawamura?' Inui asked.

'Uh… which uniforms are ours?' Kawamura turned the trash bag over; dozens upon dozens of uniforms came tumbling out.

'WAHHHH!!!!! No way!!! Now we have to look through this mountain of uniforms to find ours?!' Kikumaru wailed.

Echizen sighed and starting searching for his own uniform. 'Mada mada dane'

Pity… Fuji thought as he watched a flustered Kikumaru apologize repeatedly to the teacher. Looks like they found the bag. Fuji glanced at his watch. Only an hour late, not too bad. He didn't expect the team to don the girls' uniforms, but that did not stop him from hoping they would. He had hidden behind the clubhouse with his beloved Nikon, and was forced to give up when the team scattered to look for the trash bag. If only he could somehow force to Tezuka wear that green mini-skirt, he'd have a lifetime supply of blackmail. Maybe he'll come up with another plan to execute on another occasion. In the meantime, he had the afternoon one to concentrate on.

'Fuji!' Kikumaru hissed as he returned to his seat, after earning a good lecture from his teacher for his tardiness. 'You were the one, weren't you!'

Fuji smiled and nodded.

'It was you!' It took Kikumaru all the self-control he had not to jump up and yell. He didn't want to add detention to today's list of punishments. 'You are so mean!' He muttered angrily.

'Really? I thought it'd be interesting to see Tezuka in a skirt. Kaidou too. Maybe Kawamura and Oishi also…'

The images swam in Kikumaru's head making him almost burst out in laughter. When he finally subdued his giggles, he asked the perpetually smiling teenager. 'You aren't gonna do anything else… are you, Fujiko?'

'I am.' His smile grew a millimeter wider.

Kikumaru gulped. 'What… is it…?'

Fuji beamed. 'Don't drink anything during tennis practice later.' And that was all Kikumaru could get out of the prodigy as the teacher dropped a surprise test on them and Fuji mysteriously vanished throughout the rest of their free time.

Kikumaru was at a loss. During lunch, the redhead had a good mind to warn Tezuka or Oishi about Fuji's next sabotage mission when he couldn't locate the prankster. When he nearly reached their classroom, he stopped, shook his head and went back to his own classroom, arousing much curiosity from his fellow schoolmates. He knew better then to spill the beans on Fuji; he's not noble enough incur that smiling demon's wrath for the sake of the team. But if he didn't, Fuji might killsomebody. But if he did… Kikumaru clutched his hair in despair.What should he do?????
'Fuji senpai!' Kachiro and Katsuo greeted their teams' arguably second best player after school.

Fuji smiled and raised a hand in greeting. 'What are you two doing?'

'Inui senpai asked us to fill this dispenser with water.' Katsuo replied, waving the bulky thing he held in his arms.

'Water? He's not going to use his juices?' Fuji asked in amusement.

The two juniors paled. 'No, he said water this time.'

Fuji's smile broadened. 'Let me help you then.'

'It's fine, Fuji senpai, really!' Katsuo stammered but Fuji took the dispenser from him.

'I insist.' And he walked to the taps and started filling the dispenser. 'Oh! Look! Over there!' Fuji pointed to the courts and his two juniors turned over in the direction. While they did, with the speed of a master pilferer, Fuji dumped the contents of the bottle he had carried in his pocket into the dispenser and returned the bottle back to his pocket.

'What? What did you want us to see?' Kachiro turned back to Fuji.

'Hmm? I thought I saw a purple cat.' Fuji replied.

'…purple…' The two juniors looked at each other in confusion.

'There you go.' Fuji handed the filled dispenser to Katsuo.

The two boys stammered a thanks as Fuji strolled off.

Kikumaru stomped into the tennis courts stern-faced, scaring off his juniors for the very first time. He had reached the grim decision of deciding not to say anything but prayed fervently to all the gods up there that Fuji won't murder someone by accident or their deaths would be on him.

'Eiji, you okay?' Oishi asked when he noticed Kikumaru behaving strangely.

'Oishi… what if someone dies?' Kikumaru whined.

'Huh?! Did someone in your family die?' Oishi asked.

Before Kikumaru could answer, Inui arrived carrying the water dispenser, and asked the players to start on their daily run. The alarm bells in Kikumaru's head went off at the sight of the dispenser. However, before the distressed Kikumaru could say anything, Tezuka had sent them running, with a new rule of thirty seconds per lap.

Don't drink anything during tennis practice later.

Fuji's warning rang in Kikumaru's ear and he dashed for all he was worth, smashing the school's hundred meter dash record by a full eight seconds. He watched with trepidation as the members took the proffered cups of water one after another. (Inui had decided to pass on giving out his juice, feeling that he should let it stew in the science laboratory for another week.) To his relief, they didn't fall to the ground, writhing in agony, but he still didn't take any water, despite his parching throat after completing the designated twenty laps.

The boys seemed normal, going about their training routine but an hour later…

'Echizen! Where are you going?' Oishi asked when the boy dropped his racket like a hot poker and started running out of the court in the middle of a match with him.

'I forfeit!' The young talent croaked with a crimson face. 'Toilet!' And he vanished, almost leaving a trail of smoke behind him in his haste.

Kachiro, Katsuo and Horio soon followed, scattering the tennis balls they were picking up in their hurry to leave.

The sophomores were next, pushing each other out of the way as they stumbled out of the court and dashed to the school building.

'What's going on?' Momoshiro wondered aloud before he turned red, clutched his abdomen and chased after his peers.

Kaidou and Kawamura followed suit, the latter whimpering as he grabbed his bottom and ran off.

'Hey hey, where are you guys going? We are in the middle of practice!' Oishi yelled.

Inui raised his hand apologetically. 'I have to go to the toilet too.'

'Not you too…' Oishi suddenly grimaced. 'Actually… I need to go also. Sorry Tezuka!'

Kikumaru and Tezuka watched their disappearing backs, the court now completely empty save themselves and the coach.

'What's happening?' Ryuuzaki asked the two seniors in confusion.

Kikumaru frowned. 'No idea nyah…'

'Sheesh… trying to slack off are they?' Ryuuzaki scowled. But her expression was over-written with surprise when she turned to Tezuka to find him sweating profusely.

'Please excuse me.' The stoic captain muttered as he started to take his leave.

'Oi, Tezuka, you all right?' The coach asked in concern.

'Yes.' Tezuka answered abruptly and left, walking as fast as he could without running.

'What on earth is happening?' Ryuuzaki asked an equally bewildered Kikumaru.

'No idea…' And Kikumaru's eyes fell on the innocent looking water dispenser.

Tezuka stalked towards the first floor toilets and flung open the door to find all the cubicles occupied. From the groaning drifting from the cubicles, it would seem that his team had taken over the place. Silently he left for the second floor, but it was the same. Kawamura had staggered out of his cubicle, his face white as a sheet, grabbed his bottom with a wail and dashed into the cubicle again. As he half-ran up the stairs to the third floor, Tezuka decided that Fuji was just begging for one hundred laps.
Fuji pulled out a bottle labeled Bisacodyl from his bag as he left the school. This stuff works like magic, the prodigy thought, extremely pleased. He should buy another bottle just for Mizuki…
(grins) Yes, yes, I'm so evil. No, correction. FUJI is evil. (sigh) On to Day 4... let us pray Fuji really doesn't kill someone this time...Oh, thanks to syuusuke's girl for mentioning it. I didn't put it in the fic but Fuji took the pains to actually grind the tablets (yes,he did, don't ask me why) into a fine powder and that's how he adminstered those pills.