The principal of Seishun Gakuen looked on in horror at the attendance sheet for the following day. Over 100 kids were out sick!?

He called in his secretary.

"Yes," She asked as she sipped from her coffee.

"Is there some epidemic going around school or something?"

"Actually, they're all part of the boys' tennis club…," She trailed off.

The principal lifted a lip, "Fuji."

"Actually sir, it was Tezuka."

"Tezuka? My precious honor student who always abides by the rules and is our golden student? That Tezuka?"

"Yessir," She bowed her head. The principal fell to his knees and looked to the heavens.

"NNNNNNNOOOOO!!!! WHY TEZUKA WHY!?"

--

Ryuu woke up with a pounding hangover-like headache. "Oww…" He trailed off when he opened his eyes. They snapped shut when the light hit them, but they snapped back open when they caught the time, "AAAAHHHHH!!!!"

Ryoma jumped from her bed when she heard Ryuu scream. She fell back on the bed and curled into a fetal position while holding her head. 'Mitsu…that asshole, I'm going to kill him!'

Rinko entered Ryoma's room with an extra blanket. "Come on Ryoma, you're going to stay in Ryuu's room."

"Why?"

"His walls are darker, and you both have headaches, the darker colors should mean a darker room, right? It should help."

Ryoma wanted to nod, but it would only hurt, "Uisu."

--

Tezuka sat in his almost empty classroom. He was starting to regret giving the club his 'special cupcakes', the girls in his class seemed to be more aggressive than normal to him.

"Tezuka-kun is so hot!"

He rolled his eyes mentally. Maybe he shouldn't try to poison his club again. He thought he was going to go insane and really do something that he might regret.

'…like murder…'

--

Fuji was lying in bed. His cerulean eyes were wide open as he glared at the ceiling. His mother had kept him bed after he ran into the bathroom (and oh so rudely pushed Yuuta out of it- though it was a rare moment when he was actually home) and puked. He was planning his revenge on Tezuka. He had caught Tezuka pulling out a Twinkie. He knew that Tezuka was behind this.

'It's not even my fault. I don't know about everyone else. Sa, it was all Ryoma-chan's fault, if she hadn't sang that "Fudomine, Viva la Seigaku" song, I would be at school.'

Fuji turned over onto his side and a wave of nausea overcame him.

--

Eiji had his pink blanket over his head as he shivered. He wasn't cold. Oh no, it was his stomach. It was quivering and it caused him to quiver along with it. He wasn't in his room, but his parents' room. Why? There was a bathroom connected to the room and his mom and put him in there so he wouldn't have to run down the hall to the bathroom should he get nauseous again.

"Eiji, mom wanted me to check on your temp," His older brother said as he stuck the thermometer under his tongue.

"Grrhhhh," Eiji groaned as he shivered again.

--

"Fshuu…," Kaidoh hissed as he lifted his head from the toilet.

Hazue, the little devil, snickered. "Onii-san, are…pft…are you okay?"

Kaidoh threw a glare to his little brother, "Get out Hazue, you little bug!"

Hazue, unaffected by his brother's glare, laughed, "You're green like a snake! Fshuu!" He mock hissed before running out of the bathroom laughing.

Kaidoh took off one of the slippers he was wearing and successfully performed a Boomerang Snake Shot.

"OOOWWWW, MOM, KAORU-NII-SAN HIT ME!"

Kaidoh allowed himself to smile while he brushed his teeth…for the eleventh time.

--

"Seven, twelve, eighty two, thirteen, forty," Inui said weakly into the small microphone by his ear. The laptop before him put the numbers into the data sheets. Inui felt too weak to type so he decided to try the new program his dad just designed. You wore a headset and said what you wanted, and then the computer puts it in writing.

"Sadaharu, would you like some soup?"

Inui covered the microphone and replied in the positive before going back to his data.

"Two percent, seventeen percent, twenty four point thirty seven percent…"

--

"No…burning…oww…no…burning," Kawamura moaned as he pathetically swung his racquet. It smacked him in the face, "No burning."

Sakukato, his little sister, came into the room with some hot soup. "Okaa-san said that you should at least try to eat. This should settle your tum-tum."

"No…burning…"

Sakukato, or Kato for short, took the racquet and placed it against the wall, "Time to eat!"

--

Dr. Oishi Kyouya looked at the thermometer, "Hm, no fever."

Oishi smiled tiredly at his father, "Hai Otou-san, it's just a stomach ache."

"Your grandfather said that too. I know that you know what happened. It turned out to be an ulcer and he died from it. Do you still want to say that it's just a stomach ache?"

Oishi, who gets worked up over a scratch, was having a heart attack. "What are you waiting for? To the hospital we go!"

--

Momoshiro Ann frowned deeply at her son, "Takeshi! You need to eat!"

"I'm not hungry!" Momo wailed as he tried to keep the bile down as he looked at the food.

"Eat," Ann ordered.

A tense silence enveloped the room before Momo spoke, "Mamma? I'm scared…I don't want to eat and I'm SCARED!!!"

Ann sat the food down and went over to hug her baby boy, "You poor baby! You're all broken!"

--

The following day…

Tezuka walked onto the courts and easily caught the ball that was served at him.

He opened his eyes and saw everyone glaring at him.

"Why isn't anyone practicing?"

"YOU! YOU GAVE US THAT FOOD KNOWING IT WAS BAD!" Everyone shouted at him.

"Actually, I didn't. I didn't know that my mother was that bad when it came to making desserts."

A chilling aura came from behind him, "Bullshit, Mitsu. Do you remember those sandwiches?"

"That wasn't dessert and they didn't require any mixing. Cupcakes do."

Ryoma stopped growling and looked scared, "He…he shot down my case…just like that." Her eyes began to water up and the club swore that turned into a chibi.

Tezuka's eyes widened before he sighed, defeated.

"I'll buy ice cream?"

Ryoma beamed and went onto the courts, "Okay! Guys, he didn't know that his mother was a horrid baker."

Fuji, seething on the inside, spoke, "Then why did he eat a Twinkie instead of the cupcakes?"

Ryoma turned around and glared at him, "I saw that too!"

"I hate cupcakes…besides…they were chocolate flavored. I hate chocolate cupcakes."

"Damn," Fuji cursed and sand into the depths of darkness- AKA the corner of the courts where nobody was standing.

"Get back to practice, Ryuu, run twenty laps!"

"What!?" The boy sputtered and his golden eyes narrowed. "Why do you have me make run the laps? What if I didn't serve the ball at you?"

"Because you're the only one who would have the audacity to, now start running or else I'll make it thirty laps."

"Hai, hai," Ryuu began running the laps. Fuji discretely gave him a high five.

"Nice shot," Fuji whispered as he passed.

--

"What school are we facing next?"

"Since we're in the finals, our next school would be Rikkai Dai." Tezuka had the packet with the info and roster on it his right hand as he wrote the matches on the board.

Ryuu scratched his head. The team was in a classroom for an after-practice meeting to discuss their new opponents.

"Rikkai…aren't they that super arrogant school?"

"Ryuu!" Ryoma slapped her brother. "That's mom's alma mater!"

"Are you serious? No wonder why she's so cocky…you inherited it too."

Ryoma rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, the line-up is…"

--

"So…if we win Doubles 1, Ryuu plays, but if we lose- I play?"

"Correct," Tezuka nodded and looked uncertain about the gleam in his girlfriend's eyes.

"You two better lose!"

Ryuu whined, "Now come on! I've only played against St. Rudolph, Josei, and I was supposed to play against Hyotei."

"I have seniority."

"My ass," Ryuu snorted.

"We'll be having practice matches with Hyotei on Saturday, so be prepared."

'Monkey King…'

'Arrogant Asshole…'

'Dumbass Bastard…'

Ryoma, Ryuu, and Tezuka thought simultaneously, and respectively.

"Wait a minute, Tezuka; you aren't in the line-up at all, na. Not at all, yo," Momo said as he looked at the board.

"Ah, I'm going to Kyushu for a bit more rehab. I won't be here until right before Nationals."

"What? When are you leaving?"

"Monday, but I won't be here for the practice with Hyotei either."

'Ryoma's going to kill me,' a little chibi-Tezuka, in his mind of course, sang as he quickly wrote his will on some parchment.

--

"When were you going to tell me you were going to Kyushu!?" They were up in Tezuka's room that evening and Tezuka really didn't want to say anything because if he did then Ryoma would just twist his words and he really didn't feel like dealing with that but if he didn't say anything at all then she would DEFINITELY take it the wrong way and then she would start screaming and bitching up a storm and Tezuka just wasn't dealing with that and if he said something at the wrong time then she would think he was angry with her and she would get even more worked up because that was a direct challenge to her alpha-ness and you don't want to go into that section…*gasp-gasp-gasp-gasp*. All in all, Tezuka didn't know what to do.

"Huh? So, when were you going to tell me? Were you just going to leave and be gone for a week before calling?"

"…No. My parents told about sending me there this morning."

"YOU HAD THE WHOLE DAY TO TELL ME IN PRIVATE BUT DID YOU? NOOOOO!!! INSTEAD YOU WAIT UNTIL THE END OF THE DAY TO NOT JUST TELL ME! NOOOOO!!! YOU HAD TO TELL THE WHOLE TEAM DIDN'T YOU!? DIDN'T YOU!?"

Ryoma's eyes were yellow in blazing anger and her face was utterly red. She held the edge of Tezuka's desk in her hand and he was sure that she would hurl it at him if it wasn't going to kill him…because that would put her in jail. At this time, Ryoma didn't care less if Tezuka just dropped dead.

"Need I remind you that you missed practice this morning, and I was doing assignments that would be due over my absence?"

Ryoma released the desk and walked over to Tezuka who was calmly sitting in the chair by his bed. She put a hand on his shoulder and sat in his lap.

"You…get me so worked up. You need to stop being so damn good all the time."

"Would you like me to spray paint the school?"

Ryoma rested her head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.

"Nah, you'd be in jail."