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"Ryoma-sama!" a girl with her hair tied up in two ponytails at both sides was already walking towards her Ohji-sama. She was followed by a shy-looking girl whose long hair was tied in two pigtails.

"Ry…Ryoma-kun."

Ryoma did not reply. He was getting ready to get away from all the questions he knew would be coming from the loud girl who fantasized herself as the president of his fan club.

Tomoka looked around the class. "Where is Ryoya-sama?" Already she had started calling a person she had never met with an honorific.

"Ryoya-kun was called to the teacher's lounge to settle some documents," Kachiro replied when he saw his classmate was not going to answer.

A flash of disappointment appeared on Tomoka's face before it disappeared to be replaced with with a cheerful grin. "Ryoma-sama, this is for you." She held out the large bento to the boy.

Before Ryoma could take the bento, a pair of hands reached out. "Oh, let me have some too. You won't be able to finish it, Ryoma."

Tomoka slapped the greedy hands. "This is only for Ryoma-sama. Of course, Ryoya-sama can also have some. Next time, Sakuno and I will prepare two bento."

The mentioned girl immediately turned a dark shade of red. "H…Hai."

"Domo." With only that, Ryome took the bento and proceeded out of the class, leaving the happy shrieks of the crazed fan-girl behind. Faintly, he could hear Ryuuzaki-sensei's granddaughter trying to calm her friend down.

"To…Tomoka…You'll disturb…."

"Hmph! I, Horio, with two years of experience in tennis, am as good as Ryoma." Horio puffed out his chest, but realized that nobody was listening to him.

Up on the roof, finding that there was no one there, Ryoma closed the door and walked to his usual corner and lied down, putting the half-empty bento on the side. Closing his eyes, he decided to take a nap until break was over. He needed every single moment of rest that he could steal.

The sound of the heavy door opening and closing woke the napping boy; but he was too lazy to open his eyes until suddenly, a shadow fell upon him, covering the light. Cracking his eyes open, they met a pair of sharp blue eyes. He blinked his eyes twice. When he looked again, the pair of eyes was replaced by the smiling face of his senpai, whose eyes were always closed. Did he imagined it? "Fuji-senpai."

Fuji's smile widened. "Ne, Ryoma."

"Hn?"

"It's almost time for classs."

At that moment, the bell rang to signal the end of the break.

Ryoma's eyes twitched. "Then I will be going back." He got up and proceeded to the door. As his hand twisted the doorknob, his senpai's voice stopped him.

"Ne, Ryoma. Is our routine still the same as ever? Fuji asked his kouhai that was ready to leave him behind.

Ryoma turned back and with a smirk, he said, "Mada mada dane." With that, he turned and walked out, the door closing behind him with a loud Bang!

Fuji's eyes opened. "See you this evening, then," he whispered to the air. His eyes fell upon the bento that was still lying on the ground innocently. Picking it up, he realized that it was not finished. Must be for his twin. He guessed straightaway. A stab of jealousy hit him. Opening it, he tried a bite. "This is quite nice. However…"

From his pocket, he took out a packet of wasabi and poured it all over the food. Taking another bite, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. "This is better."

After another few bites, he stopped. "Hmm…Does this count as an indirect kiss?"

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"Hoi! Hoi! Yaya-chan, you're in Group 2, nya." Kikumaru glomped the shorter boy that was still staring at the notice board with a frown on his face.

Ryoya nearly choked on his drink from shock. "Kikumaru-senpai, please don't do that." He stared at his wet shirt.

"Eiji, look at what you have done. Ryoya-kun, are you all right? Do you have an extra t-shirt? You have to change out of that wet shirt or you will catch a cold," the mother-hen of Seigaku started fussing over the boy.

"Gomen, nya. I did not mean it, nya," Kikumaru apologized, feeling a bit guilty.

"It's okay, Kikumaru-senpai, Oishi-fukubuchou."

Kikumaru froze for a second. Was it his imagination or was Yaya-chan not as cold to him as he was this morning? He shrugged. Probably he needed some timed to get used to the new school.

Ryoya was ignorant of what was going through Kikumaru's head. He was frowning at his own bag as if it was its fault that he did not think of bringing an extra change of clothes. Suddenly, a piece of shirt obscured his view. A smile stretched from his left ear to the right. He took the shirt offered. "Arigatou, Onii-sama."

"Mada mada dane."

"Ech…Ryoma," Momoshiro was still not used to calling the young regular by his first name, "I never knew that you're so soft-hearted," he teased.

Ryoya glared at the now 'first-suspect' on his list discreetly. With an overly sweet smile on his face, he told Momoshiro, "Onii-sama is always a kind boy. Perhaps you do not know him at all."

Momoshiro sweat-dropped. Why did he feel like he was being hated by the new kouhai? As Ryoya turned away from him to go to the changing room, he let out a relieved sigh.

Kikumaru sniggered. "Momo was being hated, nya."

"Eiji-senpai…" Momoshiro half whined. A flash of light caused his eyes to shut out of reflex. When he opened them, he saw the data player staring at him weirdly. Since it was too far away, he couldn't hear what he was mumbling, but he was sure it was something along the line of "Ii…data." More sweat-drops appeared on his head. He was having a weird day na, a weid day yo. A familiar sound reached his ears, immediately causing a vein to pop on his head.

"Fsshhh…." A boy wearing a green bandanna on his head walked past.

"Mamushi, you…!" Momoshiro shouted, about to vent his frustration on his eternal rival but the buchou's voice stopped whatever he was going to say.

"Momoshiro, 10 laps!"

"Hai, buchou!" With a last angry glare at the Mamushi, he started his punishment.

"Poor Momo, nya!" However, when Tezuka's gaze turned towards him, he quickly shut up.

Ryoma tugged his cap down, hiding his small smirk. "Mada mada dane," he said cockily.

"Ryoma, 10 laps!"

This time, it was Kikumaru that snickered behind his hands.

Ryoma pouted. Throwing a glower at the acrobatic player, he joined Momo-senpai on the track field. He decided to ignore the sniggering senpai of his.

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"Ne, Ryoma, are you worried about your twin?"

Fuji's sudden question attracted the attention of the rest of the regulars. They stopped their practice and came nearer.

Ryoma tugged down his cap. "Betsuni." He was actually worried, but that did not mean that he had to admit to so many people.

"Ochibi, tell us, nya, what type of player is Yaya-chan."

"Hn." Ryoma ignored the question. He turned back to his own practice.

"Ochibi…"

"What is going on here?" Tezuka, who had just came over with Oishi after making sure the matches going smoothly, realized that three of the regulars are not practising. "Kawamura, Kikumaru, Momoshiro! 20 laps!"

"Eh?" Why were only the three of them punished? When he looked around, he realized that Inui-senpai, Fuji-senmpai, Kaido and Ryoma were practising very hard, as if they had never stopped.

"Momoshiro," Inui called out. "The last one finishing the laps will have to drink my improved version of Heavenly Hell." He held out the foul-smelling drink to Momoshiro, an evil grin on his face.

Momoshiro shivered. "I definitely don't want to na, don't want yo." He turned to look at his two 'rivals' only to realize that they were already halfway through the first lap. "That's not fair, Kawamura-senpai, Kikumaru-senpai!"

To be continued...

A/N: Get the pairing? How is it? Do you like it? Please tell me!