A/N: This time, almost everything happened at once, so I hope it's not too confusing or abrupt. Pardon me, if it was. This one is two weeks late because my brain completely entered the Ice Age, then when it finally thawed, FF.N somehow went all buggy on me (was it just me or did other people notice too?) and by the time FF.N was no longer buggy, my brain froze over again. So, sumimasen deshita, minna-san. And one last thing. I feel that as the Days go on, it's no longer funny. (grimaces) What do you guys think?

Anyway, it's time for Day 4…But allow me to add, if anyone dies… it's not my fault… its Fuji's fault… (points at the smiling sadist behind me)

Day 4:

'Hmm… I'm sure I left it in here somewhere…' Fuji mumbled as he rummaged in a large box labeled 'Caution, Keep out'.

'What are you looking for, Syuusuke? Breakfast is ready.'

'It's nothing… Oh! Nee-san, where did you keep the super glue?' Fuji questioned his older sister hovering beside him.

'Super glue? It's in my room. What do you need it for?'

'School. Can I have it?' Fuji asked.

'Sure. I'll go get it.' Yumiko left Fuji to his search.

'Ah! Found it.' Fuji pulled out a small zip-lock bag. Mentally going through the supplies he needed, he went about the house collecting the necessities. Yumiko handed him the super glue, he already found that little bag of powder, he needed to prepare a sticker and… oh yes, he'd need to bring the bottle of ketchup. For bubblegum, he'd have to make a detour while going to school to get it. So far, so good. Fuji thought as he carefully packed his supplies into his bag and went for his breakfast.

'Good mor…' Kikumaru paused, staring at his friend. Fuji had entered the still-fairly empty classroom with his trademark smile but something was off. Kikumaru continued staring. Fuji was…chewing something.

'Fujiko, what are you chewing?' Kikumaru asked.

'Gum.' Fuji offered Kikumaru one as he blew a bubble. 'Want one?'

Kikumaru's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. He thought he'd never live to see the day the tennis genius would walk around chewing gum like a five year old. To Kikumaru, the idea of Fuji chewing gum was as inconceivable as Tezuka scratching his bottom in public. Unless some mad candy maker decided to produce wasabi flavored gum. 'What flavor is it nyah?' Kikumaru eyed the offered gum apprehensively.

'Mint.' The genius answered.

Kikumaru took it and cautiously put it in his mouth. He cringed, waiting for disaster to strike, but as it turned out, it was just normal gum.

'Oh, Eiji.' Fuji turned to him. 'Have you studied for the science test yet?'

Kikumaru nearly swallowed the gum in shock. 'Wha-what test?'

'The science test, this afternoon, on chapter sixteen to twenty. You didn't know?'

'Science test?! No way! I didn't study for it! I didn't know there was one!' Kikumaru knocked over two girls and upturned a chair in his mad dash to another classmate. 'Nagano, is there a science test this afternoon?' He asked frantically.

The classmate looked at the distressed Kikumaru in confusion. 'Science test? What are you…' He caught sight of Fuji waving at him. The prankster gave him a wink and he caught on. 'Oh yeah, the test. Yep, this afternoon, the teacher said she'll be giving one on Thursday.'

'NO WAY!!' Kikumaru wailed. 'I didn't know!!'

Fuji left Kikumaru alone to study for the test that didn't exist and headed to another classroom. He slid open the door and was pleased to find out that no-one had arrived yet. But he had to work fast as the students would be arriving soon. He quickly located his target's seat and turned the chair over. Whipping out the super glue from his pocket, he lovingly applied a generous amount of it onto the feet of the chair, positioned it with great care and held it down firmly as it dried. Satisfied, he left the classroom.

This time, Fuji made his way to the science lab. Without a moment's hesitation, he walked over to the cupboard beside the windows and opened it. Inside, laid Inui's latest creations. The data man of the team often let his drinks stew before he deemed it suitable for consumption. Fuji poured the lot of them into a large thermos flask he had brought along and tightened the lid as hard as he could. Then he returned to his classroom and stored the flask in his bag.

Kikumaru was now in a frenzy as Nagano, the classmate, decided to take one step further and informed the other classmates of the imaginary test and the entire class decided to play along.

'Fujiko!' The red-head moaned pitifully. 'There's like a hundred pages! I'm going to fail it!!'

'Do your best, Eiji.' Fuji gave him an encouraging smile. 'The test is in the afternoon, you still have some time.'

Kikumaru whimpered and returned to his textbook, oblivious to the giggling around him.

'Good morning, Tezuka.' Oishi greeted the captain as he entered the classroom with his usual impassive expression.

'Good morning.' Tezuka reached for his chair. But no matter how he pulled, the captain could not move the chair. He bent down to examine but could not figure out why it wouldn't move an inch.

'What's wrong, Tezuka?' The vice-captain asked.

'…My chair is stuck.' The captain replied in a monotone as he hung his bag beside the table.

'Stuck?' Oishi got up to take a look. He gave the stubborn chair a hard tug but it didn't even budge. 'That's strange…'

Tezuka silently took over and continued his attempt in moving the strange chair. Five minutes later, Oishi decided to give it another try. Tezuka complied by moving aside. Oishi held the chair, took a deep breath, summoned all the strength he had, gave the chair a strong yank and a loud crack echoed through the half empty classroom. The chair's seat flew out of Oishi's hand, narrowly missing Tezuka's face.

'Oops…' Oishi scratched his head apologetically, picked up the seat and handed it to Tezuka. 'At least the seat moved.'

Tezuka eyed the legs of the chair which was still affixed to the floor with a raised eyebrow, his head starting to pound even though the day was barely starting.

'Umm… maybe we could borrow a chair from somewhere?' Oishi suggested timidly.

Tezuka sighed in resignation.

'Hey Eiji, not going out for lunch?' Fuji asked the stricken red-head when the bell rang.

'Nyah… I'm… going… to… fail…' Kikumaru mumbled as he gazed at his textbook in a stupor.

'All right… I think I'll leave you alone to study.' Fuji quickly slipped out of the classroom and in his daze, Kikumaru did not see Fuji hiding some items under his shirt.

Fuji knows Kawamura usually stays in the classroom during lunch time. The joys of having a bento from home. Just before he visited his fellow team-mate, Fuji slipped into the toilet, pulled out a decent length of tissue paper, wrapped it around his hand, took out the ketchup bottle and dumped a liberal amount of it over the slightly mummified hand.

He completed the whole masterpiece by adding some water so it would be dripping as he moved.

Fuji then headed towards Kawamura's classroom, carefully avoiding the students milling about the hallways.

'Taka-san…' Fuji tried to look as wobbly as he could.

'Fuji?' Kawamura looked up from his sumptuous bento. 'What's wrong?'

'Help…' The prankster raised his hand and a few bright red drops splattered on the floor. 'Help me…'

Kawamura took one look at Fuji's bloodied hand, released a terrified whimper and fainted on the floor, bringing his table down with him.

Fuji walked out of the classroom with a glowing smile on his face. He still had a few more things to do before lunch ended so he hurried back to the toilet, washed off the ketchup and went to find his next target.

'Momo.' Fuji called out as the tall boy left the stall, arms laden with an assortment of edibles.

'Fuji-senpai?' Momoshiro turned abruptly and a carton of juice fell out from his embrace. Fuji caught it and returned to his junior.

'There you go.' The honey-haired boy smiled and patted Momoshiro on the back.

'T-thanks. What's up?' Momoshiro asked.

'Nothing.' Fuji smiled and started to walk away. 'I just felt like calling you.'

Momoshiro could not stop himself shuddering.

Fuji popped another gum into his mouth as he went about his next task. He knew Inui would probably in the science lab now, either panicking over his missing inventions or creating new ones. But it didn't matter. Stealing Inui's juices wasn't the prank. Fuji sneaked into Inui's classroom and hurriedly rummaged through his bag. He pulled out Inui's precious notebooks triumphantly and started carefully gluing the pages together with the leftover super glue.

The tedious job took him quite awhile. By the time he was done, Fuji had only ten minutes left until the end of lunch break and he had two more tasks to complete. First, he headed to Echizen's classroom, where he found the little prodigy sprawling over his desk in a bored daze with Horio lingering beside him, complaining something.

'Echizen.' Fuji interrupted Horio, much to his bored classmate's relief. 'Tezuka wants to see you.'

'Why?' Echizen asked in surprise. Horio had the deer-caught-in-the-headlights look on his face.

'No idea. You'd better hurry, it's going to be the end of break.' Fuji turned to Horio. 'You too.'

'M-me? What did I do?' Horio stammered.

'Just go, I think it's important.' Fuji replied.

The two boys looked at each other for a moment in confusion and took off. Fuji grabbed the opportunity to open Echizen's bag. He located the boy's favorite white cap, and took out the gum he had been chewing, placed the gooey lump inside and returned the cap to the original spot.

Fuji's last stop was at Kaidou's classroom. Once again, he sent the bewildered Kaidou off to see Tezuka. And once again, he rummaged Kaidou's bag, this time, looking for the boy's beloved green bandanna. Fuji dumped the small zip-lock bag's contents into the cloth and stuffed it back into Kaidou's bag. The bell rang just as Fuji was leaving the class. Everything thus far has been perfectly executed.

'Buchou.' Echizen greeted the Captain.

'Echizen.' Tezuka answered in kind. The Captain and the two freshmen looked at each other for a good three minutes before Horio broke the silence.

'Captain, you called for us?'

Tezuka frowned. 'I didn't.' Just then Kaidou arrived.

'Captain, you were looking for me?'

'…No.'

'But Fuji-senpai said you wanted to see us.' Horio suggested.

Tezuka immediately caught on. 'Go back to your classrooms, break is about to end.'

'But…'

'I never asked for you guys. Fuji was probably just pulling a prank.' Tezuka explained in a monotone.

As the three boys left the classroom, Kaidou hissed in annoyance. 'Just what is Fuji-senpai playing at?'

'Where is Kawamura?' Tezuka asked Oishi after he did a mental head count in the courts.

'In the sick bay. He fainted during lunch. I went to check on him, but the nurse said she had no idea why he collapsed.' Oishi replied worriedly.

'Kikumaru?'

'Sick bay too, the nurse said he's suffering from too much stress. I told him to skip practice today. He really looks quite bad.' Oishi answered.

Tezuka nodded in reply and glared at Momoshiro walking past, heading to the clubhouse. The object of Tezuka's displeasure was not Momoshiro himself, but of something stuck on Momoshiro's back. Oishi followed Tezuka's gaze and noticed it too. Choking back his laughter, the vice-captain stopped Momoshiro and informed the latter of the foreign object on his back. Confused, Momoshiro removed it and finally realized why his female classmates have been avoiding him like the plague. It was a large sticker and the words printed on it read, 'I AM ECHI'

'Who the hell…?' Momoshiro held the sticker out like it contained flesh-eating bacteria.

'Stupid peach-butt.' Kaidou commented as he passed them to enter the tennis courts.

'Shut up, you idiot viper!' Momo retorted and the both of them got into yet another verbal battle. By the time Kaidou resorted to using 'perverted rotting twisted peach brain', Tezuka doled out a twenty-five lap sentence for the pair.

Oishi noticed Inui standing glumly in a corner and his mother-hen mode kicked in. 'What's wrong Inui? Why aren't you warming up?'

Inui handed Oishi his collection of notebooks the way one on his deathbed handed his will to his lawyer.

'W-what's wrong?' Oishi asked, concerned because he had never seen Inui behaving like this.

'My notebooks…' Inui held his head with his hands. 'They… they are…'

'They are?' Oishi questioned, rather frantic by now.

'They are… ruined!' Inui literally wailed. The entire tennis courts froze in mid-action at the despairing declaration. Oishi tried to open the notebooks and found the pages to be glued together, not at the sides, but at the center of each page, so ripping them apart would destroy the data within.

'Oh… um…' Oishi didn't know any words that would comfort the poor data-man.

But Inui cheered up after a moment's silence. 'Luckily I stored the data in my computer at home. The percentage of someone sabotaging my work was ninety-five percent after all.'

Oishi was rendered speechless.

'Kaidou-senpai, why do you keep scratching your head?' Horio asked in an amazing display of bravery.

'Because it itches of course! Stupid question.' The sophomore snapped. With a growl of frustration, he ripped of his bandanna and started scratching his scalp in earnest.

Once again, Oishi came to the rescue. 'You okay, Kaidou?'

'No!' Kaidou yelled, vexed that his scalp would not stop itching.

'Maybe… you have lice?' Oishi prompted.

'Then you need to get rid of them!' Horio exclaimed. 'Soak your hair in thinner!'

'That's the primitive way.' Oishi chided. 'Now you just need a nit comb and lots of hair conditioner. Vinegar and mayonnaise works too, I heard.'

'I don't have lice!' Kaidou insisted as he continued scratching his burning scalp.

Echizen smirked at the scene as he adjusted his cap, but when he touched it, something caught his attention. Puzzled, he took off the cap and touched his hair. Something was stuck in his locks, but it hurt when he tried to pull it out.

'I think it's gum' Kachiro concluded after much investigation on the strange lump adhered to Echizen's hair.

'Gum?' Echizen asked dumbly.

'Yeah. I don't think you can take the gum out. It's stuck too well on your hair. I think you have to cut your hair off to get it out.'

Echizen grimaced. He was not a vain boy, but no-one, including him, would appreciate sporting a bald patch on his head, especially when school disallowed caps.

By this time, Kaidou had dashed off, hissing, to the taps, shoving everyone and everything out of his way in his desperation to soak his scalp with the cold tap water.

With two regulars missing practice, one unable to attend properly and the rest of the members in disarray, Tezuka had no choice but to send the whole lot of them on thirty laps before dismissing them for the day.

'Fuji! What are you doing here?' Oishi asked as he opened the door. His family was about to sit down for dinner when the door bell suddenly rang.

'I was on the way home and remembered I need to call my sister, but I forgot to bring my cell-phone. Could I borrow your house phone for awhile?' Fuji asked.

'Yeah, sure.' Oishi stepped aside to let Fuji enter.

'I'll be quick. Thanks Oishi.' Fuji went for the phone.

'I'll be in the kitchen. Just tell me when you are done okay?' Oishi informed Fuji as the latter dialed the numbers.

'All right. Thanks again.' Fuji smiled at the retreating figure as he held the receiver to his ear.

'Hello, this is the Ryuuzaki residence.'

'Umm… Hi.' Fuji changed his voice to a low baritone. 'May I speak to Ryuuzaki Sumire please?'

'Hold on a minute.'

As Fuji waited, he heard Oishi's voice drifting over from the kitchen. He had a sudden desire to stay and see the events that would unfold, but he knew the prank would be blown if he stuck around.

'Yes, this is Sumire speaking.'

'Hi, umm.' Fuji added a note of apprehension in his voice. 'I know this is awkward to bring up all of a sudden, but I know Sakuno wouldn't have dared to mention it.'

Ryuuzaki confused voice floated from the receiver. 'What is it about?'

This time, Fuji added sincerity. 'I'm really sorry about everything and I am ready to take full responsibility. You see, I made Sakuno pregnant.'

Stunned silence on the other end.

Fuji jumped on the opportunity to continue his performance. 'I know this is sudden, and I haven't even told my own parents about it but I think I should inform you first. As I said, I know Sakuno would try to deny it out of fear. I'll inform my parents now. Thanks for listening and like I mentioned earlier, I'm ready to take full responsibility. Thank you.' Very gently, Fuji hung up the phone. He headed to the kitchen and thanked Oishi for the phone call and the vice-captain showed the tennis prodigy out.

As Fuji walked home, he wondered how long it would take Ryuuzaki sensei to call back. Well, the coach had caller ID after all…

'SYUICHIROU! YOU ARE DISOWNED!!' Oishi's father bellowed.

'B-but,' Oishi gazed, flabbergasted at his father. 'What did I do?!'


Japanese words:

Echi: Pervert/horny (you get it)

Isilwe: … I can't believe you actually did all that.

Fuji: Hmm?

Isilwe: Stop smiling! Poor boys… especially Echizen. (Isilwe has a soft spot for that little boy)

Fuji: It's just bubble gum.

Isilwe: It's disgusting! He's going to have to cut his hair! (wails) All of that gorgeous silky black hair!

Fuji: He doesn't have to, you know

Isilwe: (stops in mid-wail) Huh?

Fuji: I heard peanut butter can get it out.

Isilwe: …peanut…butter…?

Fuji: You didn't know?

Isilwe: OF COURSE NOT! WHY WOULD ANYONE KNOW HOW TO GET GUM OUT OF HAIR?! WHAT ARE YOU, A WALKING PRANK MACHINE OR SOMETHING?! (Runs after Echizen, screaming 'O-chibi-chan!! Don't cut your hairrrrr!!!!')

Fuji: (Smiles)

Isilwe: (returns glumly) …you are really horrible.

Fuji: (beams) let's start on Day 5, the finale.

Isilwe: ………

5 days will be temporarily put on hold as Isilwe has joined NaNoWriMo. Fear not, this ficlet will never be put on hiatus. Isilwe just won't be able to work on it until the end of November, (Fuji insists that it HAS to be completed anyway) so she will pick it up again once NaNoWriMo is over. If you are also in NaNoWriMo, feel free to add Isilwe, who goes by Moonstone over there. Stay funky! See you all in December! Genki de ne, minna-san!