A/N: I'm really supposed to get started on my science project right now, but I'm too lazy to do that.

Disclaimer: I do not own PoT. I think I forgot to put this on my last chapter.

Tachibana Ann was taught not to hate anyone. Usually, she was very level-headed and calm, but the situation that she was in at the moment wasn't exactly "usual." That stupid guy decided to come and attack her when she had done nothing, absolutely nothing wrong. Luckily, Kamio had reacted fast enough to catch his first fist, but because he stopped that stupid guy with two hands (who's stupid enough to catch someone's fist with two hands anyway?) that stupid guy had another fist and punched Kamio square in the face. By then, he had attracted everyone's attention, and because they were in the front row, they even attracted the commentators and the athletes in the stadium. Because that stupid guy and she were the only ones standing, the commentators started to babble on about lover's quarrels and stupid stuff like that. Ann usually was fine with attention, but not the kind she was receiving. Red from fury, she quickly went up to him and attempted to slap him (hoping that this time she would actually succeed) but was stopped when his hand stopped her.

She struggled against his iron grip, "Let me go!"

"No."

She scowled and repeated once more, "Let me go Kirihara!"

"No."

"Uh-oh. It seems like the quarrel is getting out of hand. I guess this is what they mean when guys are too possessive, huh?" they heard the announcer comment, nudging his partner next to him. She turned to look at him like he had spouted another head.

Ann's scowl distorted her face as she kept on trying to get away from him. She attempted to use her other hand to slap his face, like what he did earlier to Kamio, but his other hand stopped her. She scowled even more.

"What do you want with me?" she asked. The others were surrounding both of them, concerned, but they were, in Ann's mind, too simple minded to know what to do.

"I had nothing else to do, so I decided to seek you out and make your life miserable since it is such a frequent hobby of mine," he retorted sarcastically.

She kept trying to release herself from his grip. "I don't need your stupid," someone gasped, "sarcasm Kirihara! Now stop being a stupid," another gasp, "bastard," now there were a series of gasps, "and let go of me now!"

"Actually I have a liable reason to be doing this. You made me fall down the stairs before, and now it's my turn."

Before she could retort anything back, the officials kicked them out of the stadium. Apparently, her team and the guys got to stay because they weren't being a "disruption" to the game.

"What the hell was that?" she asked when they were out. "That was so stupid. If you were here, you could have at least waited until after the game-"

"I'm sorry that I'm not as civilized as you are," Kirihara retorted, "but when I saw your face, a bunch of old grudges kept popping up and I was told by my anger management counselor to take out my anger. So I decided to take out my anger in a very positive way."

She gaped. "You call that positive? Are you that stupid? You hurt someone." Ann responded. She paused, and then continued, "Actually I shouldn't be so surprised. You are really stupid and violent. After all, you hurt a lot of people before."

He scowled. "You don't know anything. Because you were so infatuated with your disgusting love for your oh so great brother, you tried to slap me but made me end up flying down the stairs instead."

"I didn't make you fall down the stairs. If you hadn't evaded the slap, it would have been much easier for you. And you shouldn't be complaining. You received what you deserved."

"Che. What a lame excuse," he answered. "You probably don't have anything to defend yourself by so you're making this lame excuse about me receiving what I deserved. I didn't deserve anything except credit for my excellent tennis."

"Stop being a freaking Atobe clone. You're not the best person in the whole wide universe, jerk! So, shut up and listen to me." He blinked. "If you want an apology, I'll give it to you. I meant to give it to you earlier, but I decided that we should just forget about it since I was so not at fault. And since you didn't glare at me whenever you saw me after that, I thought you had forgotten about it and decided not to bring it up. I'm sorry for not apologizing and I sorry in general. Now that everything is settled…"

"Why do you think that everything is settled?" he inquired. Usually, Kirihara would just forgive those under him because they were, well, under him, and he knew that no one could be as perfect as he could.

"Because I said sorry," she replied. "Are you really that dimwitted to know that when someone says sorry, you're supposed to forgive them?" He raised a brow. "Actually, never mind. You are too stupid to know common sense. I can't believe I actually asked you that."

"Heh, you are calling me an Atobe clone, how about you? You're underestimating my intellect. That's exactly like that cocky bastard."

"What are you talking about? You have no intellect. And just because I'm 'underestimating' you, as you so put it, doesn't make me a cocky, perverted, narcissistic bastard."

"Actually, you're right; it wouldn't make you a cocky, perverted, narcissistic bastard. It would make you a cocky, perverted, narcissistic bitch." And that was a strike to her heart. Usually when someone ever dared to call her a bitch, everyone would jump that person. After that, they would be expelled from whatever they did or whatever school they were in. That showed how much all her friends cared about her and respected her. However, since no one was around to defend her, she had to defend herself, and she didn't know how to.

"Well, at least I'm not…I'm not…"

"Oh, what bitch? Got nothing to say?"

She scoffed and said, "Of course not. I meant to say; at least I'm not a hopeless little bastard with no friends and no direction in life."

"So you're saying you're better than me because you have a couple friends? Friends are hindrances to life. And just so you know, I do have a direction in life: to become a professional tennis player."

She scoffed again. "Like you'll ever become one. You'll just cheat and hit people to win. And once you lose, you'll probably jump your opponent. Then he'll file a restraining order on you, and then your career will end in an instant. "

"Real men do not give out restraining orders. And besides, why would I lose anyway?"

Ann scoffed again. "Haven't you lost to a lot of people before? There is always someone better, you know."

"Che, I don't need to hear your stupid comments. I know I'll win everyone I play against."

"Do you admire Atobe that much? Because I know I try to copy whoever I admire."

"Like your brother?"

Ann scowled again in his direction. "Shut up. You don't know anything." And just as Kirihara was about retort, Kamio and the others came running up to them. Ann crossed her arms, and they both stood, opposite from each other.

"Ann-chan! I'm so sorry, I should have protected you better." Kamio said.

"It's fine. I don't need protecting."

"But this bastard must have done something to your right?" Kamio asked.

Before Ann could answer, Kirihara said, "If I wanted to do something to her, I would have done something already."

"I wasn't asking you Kirihara!" Kamio yelled. Ann and the others just sighed.

"Don't worry Kamio-kun. He didn't do anything."

"But I---"

"Don't worry. I can take care of myself."

"Che, I'm sure," Kirihara interrupted.

"What are you trying to say Kirihara?!" Ann inquired back. Kamio looked as if he were going to murder him.

"Nothing, I'm just saying that a fragile, sensitive girl like you would be no match for me."

"Shut up Kirihara! Ann-chan may be fragile and sensitive but you shouldn't say stupid stuff like—"

"Hey!"

"I'm not talking to you Kamio. Stop trying so hard to protect her. You aren't a very good guardian."

"What?"

"Actually you're probably—"

"Eh? Kamio? Kirihara? Tachibana's sister? Ibu?" asked a new voice. All heads turned toward the new person that joined their little quarrel.

"Momoshiro-kun!" Ann exclaimed. "I have a name you know. It's Ann. A-N-N."

"Okay, okay. I understand. So what are you guys doing here?"

"It's none of your business." Kamio snapped.

Momoshiro raised a brow. "Fine. Fine, I understand. You didn't have to be so rude about it."

"Actually we're here for the game but because of Kirihara, Kirihara and I got kicked out. I'm not sure about the others though."

"We were worried about Ann-chan, so we came out." Ibu said for the first time.

"Oh. Why are you here with them, Kirihara?" Momoshiro asked him.

"I came here so that girl could get punishment. But since all of you people are here, I think it's stupid for me to stay here. So goodbye." And he left.

"What? You get me kicked out of the game and you just decide to leave?" Ann furiously asked. "You should at least get me back in the game! Hey! Hey! Get back here!" But he had already left.

"Don't dwell too much on it Ann-chan. He's too much of a bastard anyway." And for the first time in her whole entire life, she forgot what she was taught and decided to hate a man named Kirihara Akaya.

A/N: I'm actuallly hanging on with math, so I'm really happy right now. I won't have any time to write any more chapters for a while. (I know I say that a lot, but this time I really mean it.) So stay put. This chapter wasn't exactly how I planned it to be.(I think I say that for everything) and it's kinda... wordy? Hope you enjoyed it.