A/N: Here's the promised epilogue and basketball game part I (sort of) promised. Definatly thanks to my brother's basketball team and the stupid refs at that game. Due to them, I created an idea for this story. Enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Prince of Tennis. Takeshi Konomi does. If I owned Prince of Tennis, then things like this would happen.

After serving out their punishment of seemingly endless weekends filled with chores, Kirihara and Niou finally managed to go to their basketball game. Their high school basketball game that they had said they were going to many weeks ago. It just so happened that Kamio was at that game, too. It only made their plans even better for that game. Oh happy days for the two Rikkaidai boys, but, for the Fudomine boy, it was only going to get worse.

Making sure to pick a wonderful seat behind the Fudomine boy, our "heroes" took their seats and settled in for an interesting game. The game was between two Tokyo teams, the Rikkai boys couldn't go to any basketball games in Kanagawa due to their bowling fiasco, and they didn't really care what teams they were. Their only thoughts were that why Kamio was there. Fudomine defiantly wasn't one of the teams playing, and, as far as they knew, Kamio didn't like basketball. Then they got over it when the game started.

The game had an intense first three quarters. The score never left a two or three point difference between the teams. Also, as the game progressed into the fourth, and last, quarter, more people showed up and the seats around the three tennis boys filled up. When the trickster and his accomplice were sure their section was filled enough that they would be noticed, they began operation 'Kick Kamio Out'.

First, one of the referees made a call against the home team. Niou straitened up in his seat and shouted behind Kamio," What the heck!! My grandmother makes better calls then you!" Niou ducked behind Kamio after shouting his comment.

From Kirihara's point of view, the ref looked up in Kamio's direction and glared at him. Kamio didn't pay any attention to it because he didn't know that Niou had ducked down. The red head boy had thought the ref was glaring at the trickster.

When the ref looked away, Niou moved back into his original spot.

At the next call, against the visiting team, Kirihara moved behind Kamio and shouted," How did travel?! The guy never moved from his place!!" Kirihara also ducked behind Kamio.

"Sir, I just make the calls. If you have a problem then you can leave the building," the referee shouted up to Kamio. Kamio, not quite understanding what was happening, just ignored the man.

Kirihara also returned to his seat when the game continued on its merry way.

When the game went to its last two minutes, one home player kept grabbing the visiting team's member's arms, thus giving him several fouls. This was the big finale.

On his last foul when he was fouled out, both Niou and Kirihara shouted," What are you thinking?! That wasn't a foul!" And, as you can all probably guess, they hid behind Kamio.

The ref made his way up into the stand, pulled Kamio out of the stands, and threw him out of the gym. Poor Kamio didn't understand why he was being sent out, but he knew one thing. He was going to get revenge on Niou and Kirihara.

"Man, sempai, did you see his face?"

"No duh, brattling."

"Sempai, do you think he'll come after us?"

"Nah, I don't think he's smart enough."

The trickster and his kouhai then bumped into two other objects and they backed up a couple feet to get away from the objects.

"Not smart enough, eh?" Kamio asked. The two had run into Tetsu and Sakurai of the Fudomine team. The rest of the Fudomine team was also there with them.

"Run sempai?" Kirihara asked.

"Yea," Niou replied.

The two began to back up again but ran into two other people.

"Oh, you'll be running for a long time," Yukimura, their buchou, said smiling one of his all-knowing smiles with Sanada by his side.

"Not to mention the two of you will be grounded until you're both in college," Niou's mother said with Kirihara's mother beside her.

"Oh crap."

"We're dead."

"Oh, and Niou," Niou looked over at Yukimura," You'll never be watching Akaya again."

E/N: I hoped everyone enjoyed reading this. Expect more stories from me in the future. And, possibly, a couple more multi chapter fics. Although, I think I'm more of a one-shot writer.