So this chapter 3 part 1! Enjoy!

The Seigaku tennis club had become somewhat used to the constant quarrels that often erupted between the Tezuka siblings. Well, except for the part where Kunimitsu always threw the first punch and then Ryuuzaki- sensei would flash a phone and they would instantly shut up.

Pshhht, they still were in deep trouble with their mother. By now, it had two weeks since that, ahem, incident and Rinko held a grudge so deep, so fierce, so ugly, Ryoma was so close to calling a plastic surgeon just to make it a bit prettier.

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"Alright Minna-san, remember that in two weeks time we have the District Preliminary Tournaments. We must stay prepared and always keep our guards up. Yudan sezu ni ikō! You are dismissed!"

Everyone broke out of rank and walked into the clubhouse to change back into their uniforms.

"Mitsu, hey, I'm talking to you!" Ryoma whispered to his older brother.

"What do want from my life now?" Tezuka whispered back as their lockers were next to each other.

"I have a feeling that we were supposed to be doing something else now."

"Um, oh crap!" Tezuka half whispered, half groaned as he twisted into himself. "We were supposed to be home by four today so we could clean up mom's garden, including her cacti."

Ryoma looked at the clock and noticed that it was already 3:55.

They had five minutes to get home.

They lived twenty minutes away.

Tezuka looked at the clock. And promptly broke out into a cold sweat.

"Aniki, we're dead."

"Not if run for the hills."

In a flurry of movement the young Tezuka brothers zoomed out of the clubhouse half naked.

By half naked, the following applies:

a) No shirts on.

b) Pants half done, they didn't put their belts on and they were hanging off their hips.

c) One sock on one foot and a shoe on the other.

d) Bags were wide open and papers were this close to coming out- none did.

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The rest of the club members were frozen to the spot as they never knew that the captain and the youngest Regular could ever run that fast.

"What the hell just happened?" Asked a dazed Momoshiro, his shirt somehow managed to twist itself into a backwards position.

"I think they got in trouble with their mother and ran away to go fulfill their punishment. Saa, I wanted to see if Rinko-san would have come here. She's funny when she's angry!" Fuji said with a light laugh. Everyone backed up a few steps and sent him wary looks.

Oishi backed up until his back hit the lockers and his foot slipped on something. He looked down and noticed that it was an olive green notebook. He picked it up and read the small, impecible, and neat handwriting on it.

Tezuka Kunimitsu

World History

Class 3-A

Seishun Gakuen

"Um, guys, Tezuka left his notebook," Oishi's nervous tone carried throughout the room. Only the Regulars were left.

"Nya! Is it Ochibi's notebook?"

"No, Kunimitsu's notebook."

"Oh… well, should we give it to him."

"I think that it's a good idea."

"If Fuji thinks it's a good idea, I think it's not."

"Fshhh." Kaidoh, for once, agreed with Momo.

"Well, we were assigned History homework and he needs his notebook for it." Oh, goodness gracious, Oishi went into mother mode. "We have to go or else Tezuka would miss his first homework EVER!!!"

"Nya, Oishi, don't hyperventilate!" Kikumaru hugged his doubles partner as Oishi turned purple.

"We'll go, don't worry Oishi!" Kawamura said as he tried to calm down the young fukubuchou.

"Y-yeah, we're going now see?" Momo said as he walked toward the door.

"99 percent that we are going to be surprised."

"Fshh, get out of my way Momoshiri."

"What was that Mamushi!?"

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The group of young teens walked down a nice street with finely manicured lawns and large mansions.

"Whoa, I didn't know that Tezuka and Tezuka lived in such a high class place."

"100 percent is that their parents have high paying jobs."

"This is it."

The group stopped before the largest mansion. It was three stories high and had a wrought-Iron Gate with Tezuka written in large, cursive writing that was designed as an arch over the gate.

Kaidoh's eyes just widened whilst everyone's mouth dropped- except for Fuji.

Fuji went up to the intercom and pressed the green button.

"Hello?"

"Hi Rinko-san, it is Fuji!"

"Oh, Fuji, how are you?"

"I feel fine. The team and I are here because Tezuka left his notebook in the locker room."

"Which Tezuka are you referring to?"

"Kunimitsu."

"Oh, okay, hold on a second please." There was a pause before screaming erupted. "Kunimitsu, I'm drawing up that resignation letter and I'm faxing it to the school!"

"What did I do!?"

"You left your notebook at school, that's what. What type of captain is irresponsible? You are a very bad example, I'm making you step down as captain and I'm home schooling you now. And if dare say 'what' to me one more time in that type of tone, my foot is going to be up your ass!"

"I left my notebook at school?"

"Yes you did," There was another pause. "Fuji, what notebook did he leave behind?"

"His History notebook."

"You left your history. So now you're trying to a rebel and not do your homework, eh? Come here!"

"I don't want to."

"Did I ask you what you wanted? No, I didn't. Now come here." Steps were heard over the intercom and then harsh breathing. "Turn around."

"Why?"

"So I can kick you."

There was the shuffle of clothing then a thump.

"Oooooowwwww!!!"

"Wussy, suck it up and take it like the man you're supposed to be." There was chuckling heard in the background which was quickly followed by a soft 'swish' then a thump. "Ryoma, laugh one more time and I'll throw my other combat boot at you.

"Fuji, you and your teammates can come in now."

The line disconnected and the gates soundlessly opened. The Regulars sent frightened looks toward each other then at the nice white mansion that now seemed like a dark castle.

They walked up the path until they arrived at the front door. A woman with long light brown hair greeted them with a gentle smile.

"Hello, I'm Rinko, though you may know me as Mitsu's and Ryo's mother."

As she introduced herself, everyone looked passed her at the sight of a limping captain and a young prodigy who was walking as if he was drunk. Both had ice packs. The older of the two had one on his butt and while a younger had his on his head.

Oishi stepped forward, "Well here is Tezuka's notebook." He held it out to Rinko and she looked at it but made no effort to take it.

"Oh no, please come in, it's the least I can do after screaming in your ears." She opened the large solid cherry oak doors to a wider angle and ushered them in.

She led them through a hall with marble columns on both sides and a black obsidian floor. Pots of flowers were carefully arranged against the walls. The sound of their sneakers echoed in the hall as they walked behind her. Above them, there were small crystal and diamond chandeliers. They stopped when the hall led them to a room the size of a lobby. In front of them was a pure white carpet that seemed soft. On each side of the group, there were three smaller halls, maybe about ten feet in length, which led to other rooms. One they saw led into the huge kitchen and another into a pastel blue living room.

In front of them was a large and grand white marble staircase that could be entered upon by either side. The banisters were pure gold that sparkled under the light of a huge chandelier. It was made of what looked to be thousands of diamonds.

"This way, please," Rinko's voice broke them out their stupor, except for Fuji.

She led them into the living room where the first thing they noticed was the crater in the wall in back of the plush black leather couch that Fuji, Oishi, Kikumaru, and Kawamura were sitting on.

She snapped her fingers and Ryoma instantly rushed in while carrying a tray full of teas and snacks. She took the tray before twisting Ryoma's ear.

"I thought I told you to make sure that Everest was groomed properly. He coughed up a hairball."

"I'm sorry; I'll get on it right away."

"Good and when you're done," she paused. "Wash all of the laundry with your brother." Ryoma smiled slightly, that was easy! Just stick it in the machine!

Rinko saw the smile; we can't have that, can we now?

"I meant by hand, with nothing but a bar of soap."

Ryoma groaned then walked out of the room.