CR: My family is looking at me like I'm crazy this morning, because just now, I was viewing Do you know facts, and I found out IPhone was the second bestselling item- the first being Rubik's cube. That was the last thing I expected, and I was shouting, "WHAT?" my family was like, "Why are you shouting so early in the morning?" Opps…I forgot I'm not alone in the house. Anyway, back to the story. I only got 1 hour -.-

The alarm clock rang. A hand reached out, and sleepily fumbled for the alarm clock. The hand pressed the snooze button and went back to sleep. The person's rest was short lived however, because the door burst open and his mentor rushed in, shaking him through the blankets. "Wake up! Ryoma! Today's our first day of the training camp! You've got to WAKE UP!" she shouted the last word and forcefully yanked the blanket off the boy. The boy merely groaned and waved a hand. Pakura sighed. Time for drastic measures. "Karupin, get him." She said to the Himalayan cat. The said cat pounced on its sleeping owner and started scratching at her owner. "Ouch! Karupin! Get off!" said Ryoma, sitting up and pushing the cat off him. He glared at Pakura. "Thanks a lot, Paku." Pakura merely smiled an angelic smile, not unlike Fuji's, and waved cheerily. "The other Chess Piece members will be arriving tomorrow night. It's best if we get there first, so we can get some training done before they come." said Pakura. "I've packed your tennis equipment, and since the Training Center does not specialize in tennis only, I packed my weapons and medical stuff. Maybe they will give lessons on medical things like the one in America." Ryoma said, "Wait. I need to prepare myself first." said Ryoma. Pakura said, "Alright, I'll give you half an hour."

Half an hour later, they were ready. Ryoma had his equipment and some other items (which I'll reveal later) packed, while Pakura had her medical equipment, her weapons and her pens, novels, and empty notebooks packed. "Alright, let's go." said Ryoma. "Bye, Oyaji, kaa-san!" said Ryoma. "Bye, Nanjiroh-san, Rinko-san. Thank you for your hospitality." Rinko smiled. "Oh, it's nothing, dear." She said, kissing both of them on the cheek. "Have fun, guys!" they smiled, and nodded, Pakura lowering her cap. Once they were out, Pakura checked the map, and said, "I think we can take the public bus all the way to Tokyo stop, and walk the rest of the way." Ryoma nodded. "Right, let's go." When they were walking along a quiet roadside, however, a bus stopped next to them. It was huge, and it is colored in purple. The door opened, and two hands reached out, and pulled them in. "What the?" said Ryoma, as one of the hands dragged him all the way to a seat. Pakura was literally shoved on to the seat behind Ryoma. "What the hell? Is this a kidnap?" said Pakura, rubbing her arm.

"No it isn't. Ore-sama is merely offering you two a ride. Be awed by my generosity." Both mentor and protégé sighed. Why couldn't Atobe offer it nicely, instead of just pulling them on board without warning? What's more, there were whispers erupting around them, most of them on Ryoma. Pakura looked around nervously. There were two boys behind her, in a whispered discussion. One was sleeping away, another big sized guy was staring into space, and the rest were chatting away animatedly.

"I recognize one of the boys that Atobe pulled on board with us, but who's the other one?" the red head boy whispered.

"I don't know, Gakuto. He doesn't seem to be around here." said the blue haired boy.

"I don't see why Atobe-buchou will pull that traitor on board. And look, they are being lovey-dovey towards each other." Said the boy named Gakuto. Pakura is itching to grab her bow and arrow from her case, and shoot one arrow in his face. She turned to Ryoma, but the said boy is engaged in public affection with Atobe. 'Oh my God, help me' Pakura thought, closing her eyes. 'What have I done to deserve this?' While still closing her eyes, she fumbled for her IPhone and listened to music. Meanwhile in front of her, Ryoma was leaning on Atobe's shoulder. "Ne, Keigo, how did you know which way Caru and I were going?" Atobe smiled, and said, "Ore-sama has his way. You see, judging by the location of your house, I deduced you needed to get to the nearest bus stop, and there is a distance you both will need to walk. So I suggested to the driver to take that route, and sure enough, I found you both walking. Be awed by Ore-sama's intelligence." Ryoma whispered, "Wow." Before falling asleep on Atobe's shoulder. Atobe took off his regulars' jacket, and covered Ryoma so that he would be warm.

An hour later, the bus jerked forward once, indicating that they arrived at the Training Center already. The other regulars stood up and stepped down the bus. Pakura looked out the window, and saw, with a dread, the other tennis teams were waiting. She looked at Atobe and saw the same worry mirroring in his face. He looked at her weapons case and gave a single nod. Pakura took out her bow and arrows, slung the sheath of arrows over her shoulder and held her bow in her hand while her weapons case in the other (she made the person who helped them with their luggage carry the rest of the stuff. She nodded to Atobe, who woke Ryoma up, and said to him gently, "We're here, Ryoma." The three of them stepped out of the bus.

The reaction was instantaneous.

"No way! The traitor is with Hyotei?" Momoshiro gasped. Pakura took out one of her arrows. Thank god, their attention is on Ryoma they didn't notice her.

"I can't believe you, Atobe. Associating with the traitor." said Fuji. Paukra loaded her bow.

"And what's more, how could you let him ride in the bus!" shouted Eiji. Pakura aimed her arrow.

"Seriously?" shouted Dan. Pakura pulled her arrow backwards.

Ryoma smirked. "Call me a traitor, but I'm sure you can't beat me!"

Momoshiro ran towards him, his fist raised, and shouted, "How dare you!" Pakura released her arrow. It punctured Momo's left arm. Unfortunately, he played with his right, but it's enough to make him fall to his knees and pull the arrow out, taking in the severity of the wound. All of them turned to the archer. The Seigaku regulars gasped. "It's the boy we met at the mall!" Oishi gasped. "I didn't know you are with Ryoma!" his eyes reflected betrayal. Pakura shrugged. "You never asked." She said, as she walked up to the Head Coach, who was emerging from the Training Center. She whispered something to the Coach. The Coach said, "Ah, we've been waiting for you." He handed two card keys to Pakura. Pakura threw one towards Ryoma, and he caught it perfectly. "Let's go, Ryoma." said Pakura. Ryoma nodded and followed her. Momo got up, and said, "Hey! I'm not done with you both!" he aimed a kick, but Pakura blocked it with her bow. Fortunately (or unfortunately) the bow is made of hard steel, so Momo's leg got injured. Pakura took back the arrow on the ground, placed it in her sheath, and went into the Training Center rooms, ignoring the stares.

Attached to the Training Center itself is a tower designed exclusively for the players. Each team gets an entire floor. Ryoma's team got the twelfth floor. The walls of the elevator are made of crystal so that you can watch the people on the ground shrink to ants as you shoot up into the air. Like the America's Training Center, everything is fancy, and it was furnished in the same way as the America's Training Center. Pakura went to her assigned room. First thing she noticed, everything was pink. Pink walls, pink carpet, pink curtains, pink furniture. There are pink roses everywhere and fresh floral arrangements. The carpet was scattered with cut out gold leaves, and there are portraits that featured models in latest fashions. Also, her penthouse has so many automatic gadgets that she's sure she won't have time to press every single button. Her shower alone has a panel with more than a hundred options she can choose regulating water temperature, pressure, soaps, shampoos, scents, oils and massaging sponges. If she stepped out on the mat after shower, heaters will come on that blow dry her body. She programmed the closet for an outfit to her taste, and dressed in a black pants and a dark blue shirt. She went out to meet Ryoma for lunch and he was wearing a simple black shirt and pants. "Wow, Paku, we dress almost exactly the same." he teased. Pakura frowned. Just then, the elevator dinged, and Atobe stepped out, Ryoma ran over to hug him. "Glad that you are joining us, Atobe." said Pakura. This afternoon, they served cream of mushroom soup, bitter greens the size of peas, rare roast beef sliced as thin as paper, noodles in a green sauce, cheese that melts on your tongue served with sweet blue grapes. The servers, young people dressed in white tunics, moved to and from the table, keeping the platters and glasses full.

Pakura doesn't like the mushroom soup, the bitter greens, and the cheese with sweet blue grapes. She only ate the beef and the noodles. She listened rather than talked. "So, it's the beginning of the revenge, huh." said Atobe, sipping his wine.

"Yeah. I will make sure they regret it by the end of the camp." said Ryoma. "They'll regret messing with me...after all, I do have a secret weapon."

"Really? What is it? Tell me, Ryoma!" said Atobe.

"Not yet, Keigo, not yet…it's a secret."

"Does it happen to be something got to do with the previous ITM champions coming to train with us tomorrow?"

"Probably." Ryoma said in a sing-song voice, eating his cheese with sweet blue grapes. 'Also, with my mentor's tutelage, victory is mine.'

Pakura, however, stayed silent for throughout the meal. After lunch, she went somewhere with her case of knives, probably going to train in knife throwing, though Ryoma couldn't see why because he saw her throw in training and she never missed. Ryoma took his tennis bag and said, "Let's go, Keigo." Atobe smiled, and took Ryoma to the elevator and pressed the "9" button. The elevator descended to the 9th floor and Atobe went to take his tennis bag. As the lift descended again after Atobe took his bag, he asked, "So, Ryoma, a one set match?"

Ryoma smiled. "Ok."

Atobe said, "It's despicable how Seigaku betrayed you and then they lied. You sure you have a way to counter them?"

Ryoma nodded. "I am sure." Just then, the elevator stopped at floor 6. "Wow, taboo much?" said Atobe. Ryoma smirked. "I got an idea. Hold down this lock button." When Pakura first showed him around the Training Center, she said there is always a lock button so that you won't need to ride the elevator with the people you hate, and no one can get in. Perfect for pranks, she said once. Atobe held it down. They heard voices and scuffling from the other side of the door. "What the hell?" said Momoshiro. "Momo, what's wrong?" said Oishi.

"The elevator won't open!" said Momo.

"Let me try, baka." said Kaidoh

"What did you say, Mamushi?"

"You wanna fight?"

"Don't want to waste my time hitting you. Anyway, it's unfair because you have a bruise on your leg and an arrow wound in your left arm."

"Hey! It was that boy's fault I was like this OK?"

Atobe and Ryoma snickered. "Hey! Who's in there?" said Kikumaru.

"It's Ore-sama and his boyfriend. Sorry, you peasants are not cool enough to ride in the elevator with us!"

"Hey! The other elevator isn't working!" Oishi shouted. "Quit playing and let us in already, Atobe!" Actually, it is working. But however, as part of the prank, the other elevator came up to the 12th floor, and Ryoma pressed the lock button fourteen times, so it won't be going down for the whole day.

"I don't think I want to ride with them anyway." said Fuji.

"So, tell me, wise guy, how do we get down then? There are no stairs!" said Oishi.

"Bye!" They called as the elevator shot down. There were lots of screaming, fuming, and arguing, and the couple laughed even harder. "That was a nice one, Ryoma!" Atobe laughed, clutching to a stitch. "Let's make them wait a little longer." Ryoma pressed the lock button 7 times. "Now the elevator won't go up for 5 hours!" Atobe burst out laughing again. "You really have a thing for this."

"Not really, Keigo. Two common traits among all of us are we are pranksters and we are all stunt performers." (By "they" he meant the 8 ITM champions) They walked to the adjoining Training Center, took the elevator and pressed the 17th floor. The doors open to reveal 8 magnificent courts, target boards stashed in one side, fresh new green balls, and machines that Ryoma can lift but shoots balls up to 250km/hr. There is also a screen at the very top of the wall, and also machines to record the momentum, speed and strength of the ball when it is being hit. It's very similar to the America's Training Center.

"One set match, I'll serve." said Atobe, as he threw up a ball, and served.

1 and a half hour later…

"Game, to Echizen Ryoma...6-3!" Atobe announced, panting. "Hey, are you sure you are not a pro? You beat me a bit too easily already!"

"Mada mada dane, Monkey King. Maybe you've gotten soft?" said Ryoma, raising and eyebrow cockily.

"Brat!" said Atobe, and he tackled a surprised Ryoma to the ground. He hooked a finger under Ryoma's chin, and kissed him passionately. Ryoma returned the kiss in an ardent fervor. "That's your punishment for calling me Monkey King." said Atobe, breaking the kiss. However, Ryoma did not mind, as he enjoyed it very much.

CR: So much work, so little time. I only had a measly hour. Got to go, mum is making me clear out my drawers (which is so going to take hours)