A/N: We laughed, we pitied the victims and (I) cried with relief that (I) wasn't the target of Fuji's pranks. Well, this is the last of the days. I hope you guys have enjoyed this ficlet thus far.

This little writer thanks EVERYONE who've read, reviewed and commented. You guys rock! Special thanks to Fi, (for finding this funny when I was going 'Ah ha ha… I'm so bloody lame.') Mausy, for offering and translating this story into Spanish and last but not least, Fuji, for being the irritating yet lovable sadist that he is.

Day 5:

'Goodness, Syuusuke! What are you making?' Yumiko exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen holding her nose.

'Nothing. Just trying out something.' Fuji replied as he stirred the bubbling black liquid in the pot, adding his special blend of wasabi, mustard and raw egg dip periodically.

'It smells… horrible! Are you going to actually taste that?' Yumiko peered into the pot and her eyes promptly started to water.

'Nope. It's not for me.' Fuji threw in an unpeeled onion. He paused for a moment and threw in a fair amount of garlic cloves.

'Then who is it for?' Yumiko asked as she opened the kitchen windows for some fresh air. She watched in growing apprehension as her younger brother added the following ingredients: half of the potted plant sitting on the window sill, leftover wasabi ice-cream, Fuji's collection of condiments, milk (which Yumiko was sure was past the expiry date), half a can of beer, a slice of the meat pie their mother had baked this morning, a few handfuls of cereal soaked in vinegar and for some reason, a sock.

Fuji unscrewed the thermos flask he had procured yesterday and poured the viscous purple liquid into the pot. The mixture immediately started to emit acid green smoke and he smiled in contentment. 'It's for a friend.'

'What are you doing here, Fujiko?' Kawamura asked the boy who was loitering about the tennis courts, watching the team warming up for their morning practice.

'No reason.' Fuji gave his usual smile. 'I'm just glad I can join in tomorrow.'

'Yeah.' Kawamura was secretly relieved that Fuji's exile from practice would be over soon. He had a hunch that the nightmarish past four days were a product of Fuji's boredom, but as expected of a prodigy, there were no clues to be found.

'Taka-san, Oishi's calling for you.' Fuji pointed out.

'Oh, right. See ya, Fujiko!' the tall boy called as he left.

As the team went about their practice, Fuji slyly edged towards the bench where the boys put their water bottles. When Tezuka was busy ordering extra laps for a few unfortunate team-mates, Fuji quickly grabbed the chance and exchanged Tezuka's bottle with the one he had specially prepared. He then promptly disposed of the bottle and returned to the court, intent on watching the show.

Fuji kept his eyes glued on Tezuka as the Captain called for a short break and the entire team moved towards the bench for their waterbottles. He watched as the Captain spoke with Ryuuzaki for a short moment, before picking up his bottle and took a good, long drink from it. Fuji never once blinked as he observed their almighty Captain drop his waterbottle, turn as pale as a sheet and collapse face first down on the floor. For good measure, he replayed in his mind's eye the way Tezuka collapsed in slow motion repeatedly, and was only interrupted when the screams of the team reached his ears.

'OH-MY-GOD!! TEZUKA!! WHAT'S WRONG?!'

'TEZUKA!!'

'TEZUKA BUCHOU!!!'

'IS HE SICK?!'

'HE'S NOT BREATHING!!!!!'

'SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!!'

'I CAN'T REMEMBER THE NUMBER TO CALL!!!!!'

'YOU IDIOT!!'

'SOMEONE BRING HIM TO THE INFIRMARY!'

'BUT HE'S NOT BREATHING!!!'

'SOMEONE GIVE HIM CPR!'

'OH-MY-G- HE'S FOAMING IN THE MOUTH!!'

'WHAT HAPPENED?!'

'I DON'T KNOW!!!'

The hullabaloo continued for another fifteen minutes before Ryuuzaki realized she had her cellphone on her and hastily called for an ambulance. The medics arrived, checked Tezuka over, affirmed he needed medical attention immediately and sent the Captain to the hospital. Ryuuzaki gave some quick instructions to the frantic vice-captain and left to check on Tezuka.

Meanwhile, Inui was holding Tezuka's bottle, having calculated that there was a 74 chance that it was the culprit. He unscrewed the bottle, sniffed carefully and poured some of the dangerous black liquid onto the grass. The plants instantly withered and shriveled up.

'Why do I get the feeling it is Fuji-senpai who did it?' Momoshiro whispered to Echizen as they stared at their resident prodigy, who was smiling at no-one in particular.

Echizen shrugged.

Wait! Fuji's 5 days is not quite over yet! There will be an Epilogue to come! Stay tuned!