Hello anybody reading this! For those who don't remember, Ayame is an OC, from the beginning. I figured a lot of people would forget him, which is cool, he wasn't really that important until now, but he was the person who confessed to Tezuka before Fuji and Tezuka started dating, and he also was the person who saw them kissing in the locker room before they talked to their parents. (Speaking of parents... It's mother's day! ... Okay, so that was a little random...) Sorry, kinda short chapter...
Sakimi1014- Honestly, I agree with you, I don't really want to see Fuji mad either, but if he catches Ayame...Nefufufu... On second thought, this might be fun... And yes, Silver Pair is the epiphany of love.
Meino Nanako- Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to sound rude! I was only trying to understand what you asked! Sorry! And Ayame just may be dead if he doesn't catch on that he's in the wrong real soon now.
DarkDemonCat- Ayame, as mentioned before, is an OC, one with evil tendencies, and who blows everything completely out of proportion.
Shimizu Miki- I begin this by saying: What could be wrong with having cereal for dinner? I love cereal. As for Fuji... Nefufufu... (I really need to stop doing that.)... I hope that Ayame dies... Although I'm not sure torture would be so terrible... That science experiment brings back memories... I remember I had been wearing a butt-load of jewelry that day (I was even weirder then, I think.) and some one whispered 'gaudy!' as I took it all off. It made me laugh, because the person had no idea that I had heard them. She got all flustered when I mentioned it to her later. It was fun. Anyway, done babbling... Thanks, as always for reading and reviewing!
Vierblith- Yep, he just might -stab- you with an ice cycle. What a cool way to go. Oh, sorry, lame pun... Anyway, you never answered my question, are you a fan of Ouran High School Host Club?
RaiPheonix015- Well, I don't watch much TV, so I haven't even seen those. Sad, ne? As for Ikasu-kun, I don't know how he'll handle things. I have a hard time seeing him fight with Bunta, over Akaya-chan, anyway. You've seen how he has been so far... I'm afraid though, that if you want to kill Ayame, you'll have to sign up at the front desk and then wait for your number to be called. There is quite a line, both in the story and out of it. We all let Fuji cut, however. XD!! And then Kabaji... I don't even want to go there. By the way, my immediate thought when I was writing about Shishido's family was 'poor man, he won't get any grand-children'. And then I remembered this picture I saw once, of a child that really did look like a mix of Shishido and Choutarou, so, my bad feelings disappeared, and I figured, 'They're creative. They'll find a way to pay someone into making them a clone. Maybe Inui.'Gehh... I'm crazy... And your long reviews are always such fun!
KiriharaAkaya- Hmm... Yuushi's parents... Ayame... Anyone else? I do believe that that is just about enough hot get you life in prison, depending on how brutal your murders were... As for your anime convention, have fun! I wish I could go to one... -Sighs.-
Disclaimer- I do not own Prince of Tennis
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"...Fuji-Senpai?" Ryoma asked after standing behind the tensai for a moment or two. You didn't have to be a psychic to tell that Fuji was in a very bad mood, but it didn't help you talk to him, knowing that he was plotting the death of someone not present.
"Hai, Ryoma-kun?" Fuji wore his regular smile, though it did look a bit eviler than normal.
"Here," Ryoma said, pushing a bag into the tensai's hand. "Later."
"Bye," Fuji said, an eyebrow raising. He looked in the bag and laughed.
It was full of paints.
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"Hey, Sensei!" Ryuzaki turned, and Sengoku waved at her. "Hiya! I wanted to talk to you, about the rooming assignments!"
"We haven't written them up yet, Sengoku-kun." Ryuzaki said, trying to be patient.
"I know," Sengoku said, "That's why I wanted to make some suggestions."
"Oh?" Ryuzaki's eyebrow rose.
"Yep," Sengoku smiled.
"What did you have in mind?" Ryuzaki asked, deciding to at least humor the all-star's ideas.
"Well, everyone who got permission of course, should room together, of course," Sengoku smiled, "By the way, are Ibu-kun and Kamio-kun rooming together?"
"As I heard it, Tarou and Aoi wanted to separate them for now," Ryuzaki sighed. It hadn't been an easy choice to make, because just seeing those two boys, how they comforted each other in their times of needs, the night of Atobe's Ball, was enough to tell you that they were good for each other. However, Tarou and Aoi had decided to keep them separated so that they could get to know them each, as their children.
It was strange to think about it that way, but it worked. Hanamura seemed to genuinely adore Shinji, muttering and all, and Akira and Tarou, though they had no kind of emotional connection, did seem to hold silent consent to each other. Ryuzaki shook her head slightly, trying to bring her thoughts back to Sengoku's request.
"I figured," Sengoku nodded, smiling. "I was also wondering what you were going to do about the Tanaka twins."
"The Tanaka twins?" Ryuzaki was confused. "What about them?"
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"So, what's going on?" Aoi asked, watching her doubles two team argue.
"I don't want to share a room with him!" Both of the twins shouted at once.
Aoi's forehead creased slightly as she tried to work through this in her mind. "And why on Earth not?" She had never seen her unit fight like this, not against each other, anyway.
"He's annoying!"
"He doesn't respect my privacy!"
"I do too!"
"I'm not annoying, you are!!" The two began arguing all over again, and Hanamura moved in between them.
"Alright, alright!" Aoi knew that she had to do something, or else a family feud could turn into in-fighting on her team. "You two didn't share a room at home, did you?"
"No!" Both boys shouted, trying to get around their coach to continue their argument.
"Enough!" Hanamura finally said, her voice raising a notch or two. Youhei and Kouhei stopped immediately. "I'll talk it over with the other teachers when we decide rooming this afternoon, but until then, try not to kill each other!"
Kouhei glared at Youhei, and his twin glared back. "...Okay." Aoi sighed, thankful that was over.
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"We need to figure out a solution," Ryuzaki sighed, "Or this may get out of control."
"I know, my unit is arguing, something I've never seen them do before," Aoi put in. Both female coaches turned to Tarou.
"My team, other than Mukahi and Oshitari, are quite comfortable," he said, "And even they are not fighting about it too much."
"I'm worried about Akira and Shinji..." Aoi admitted, "They're in a new situation, not just living away from home, but they've got us to get used to... I was thinking that it might actually be best..."
"No, I think we should stick to our plan," Tarou said firmly. "Maybe we could move them in together later, but for now, I think it would be best to keep them in separate rooms. Forcing them to associate with members of other schools might actually help them establish new friendships."
"That would be better in the long run..." Aoi nodded in agreement. "Now... How should we decide where everyone else goes?"
"Actually..." Ryuzaki said, "I was thinking that we should let Sengoku-kun assign them."
"Kiyosumi Sengoku?" Aoi looked incredibly confused, and also like she thought that Ryuzaki might have lost it. "Why?"
""No, I see," Tarou nodded, "If he decides, then no one can be angry with us."
"Yeah... And since Sengoku is such a... Lady's man..." She didn't want to use the word 'pervert', "We don't have to worry about him being biased."
"Yes, and if he puts two people together that we think are unsuited, then we can just change it," Ryuzaki said, satisfied. The others nodded.
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Outside the room where the adults were holding their conference, Youhei and Kouhei grinned, and began to move slowly up the stairs. They moved down the hallway on nimble, silent feet, and opened the last door on the right. Fuji and Sengoku were waiting for them, just like the twins knew they would be.
"Well?" Fuji asked, still smiling like always, though his eyes were open and the others in the room knew he was plotting.
"They fell for it--"
"--Completely. They're letting Sengoku-kun assign the rooms."
"Lucky!" Sengoku grinned.
"Very," Fuji agreed. "I saw part of your fight, by the way, very convincing."
"Thank you," the unit chorused, grinning.
Step one of Fuji's plan was now in works. His hand moved up to where his necklace would have normally hung on his neck, but then remembered that it was gone. He shook his head softly, his smile never leaving his face, and put the necklace out of his mind. He could do nothing about it until tomorrow anyway, and there were things that he had to do now. It was time to prepare step two.
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Dinner was accompanied by whispers and rumors of who had been placed where in the house. Several people, who had not gotten permission, were clamped onto their significant other, and hoping that they would at least be roomed with some one decent.
"Alright boys!" Tarou spoke out and the room became quiet immediately. "The list of who is assigned where is in the hallway, just outside of the dining room, so take a look, and get moved tonight." Tarou pointed out at the crowd with two fingers. "You're dismissed." People filtered out of the dinning room, some hurrying to get to their rooms, and others stalling as long as possible, dreading the changes.
"Gakuto," Yuushi whispered, "If we stay here too long, we won't have time to move our stuff."
"If we stay here too long, I bet they'd forget and let us spend the night in here," Gakuto said back, not looking at Yuushi. Any other time this would have made Yuushi smile, but hearing Gakuto make jokes in such a sad voice wasn't funny at all.
"Gakuto... Come on, we have to do this, for now," Yuushi prompted. "I promised you that I would find a way, and I will," Yuushi let his arms move around the little redhead as he spoke, trying to comfort his double's partner. "It will take time, though, and so we have to do as they say for now. Trust me?"
"Of course! Stupid Yuushi!" Gakuto hit Yuushi's arm, but it wasn't a hard hit, and it made Yuushi smile. Gakuto was much stronger, emotionally, than he was, but this time it was him who had to help the fiery acrobatic player. If he had to be stupid to do that, he didn't mind.
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Momo lay awake for a long time, knowing everyone else had long ago slipped into the land of slumber. He was positive that even those who tended to stay up (Eiji and Oishi, for example) for whatever reasons were also sleeping by now. The truth wasn't that he wanted to be awake though, he wanted, quite badly, because if he didn't he would no doubt have problems staying awake in school and at practice tomorrow. Heck, he fell asleep in class often enough as it was, with no help from exhaustion.
He wanted to sleep, but could not. At first, this had made no sense to him. He knew it wasn't being in a new place, because that had never bothered him before. He was the kind of person who could sleep anywhere, and in almost any situation. He was just an adaptable person. Thinking along those lines was what led him to his answer. He had adapted to something, before this, and not having it now was like going cold turkey on a drug. It was a terrible description, but a fitting one nonetheless.
Ryoma was his drug. He was addicted to his scent, his body heat when they slept side-by-side. He was addicted, and not having that now, that which he had come so used to having, he was feeling the effects of withdrawal. He couldn't sleep without that scent, that warmth, those soft sweet kisses on his cheeks, forehead, neck... Never his lips, but still a comforting sweetness.
"Crud." Momo sat up against his head rest, his knees pulled up, his elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands. He sighed, but tried to be quiet so as not to wake his sleeping roommate.
Momo was more-or-less satisfied that Mukahi was his roommate. He could at least get along with the guy, most times, so it was all good. Imagine if they had put him with Akira! That would have been insane. These thoughts didn't distract him for long, however, and his thoughts went back to Ryoma, who he knew was just across the hall, rooming with Oshitari. He wondered if Ryoma was awake as well, perhaps missing him. Perhaps the young prodigy couldn't sleep. Momo doubted that, a slight smile coming to his face. Ryoma could sleep under absolutely any circumstances, it seemed.
Momo sighed, and glanced around the dark room. Shadows danced across the floor and on the walls. Momoshiro blinked. They were actually dancing. The shadows moved like the shadow of a tree would, but their room faced the front of the house, and there were no trees out there. Momo watched, fascinated as the shadows moved and morphed into other shapes, looking almost like people in the pale moonlight. Momo looked again towards Gakuto's bed, where all of the shadows seemed to center. His jaw dropped.
'What. The. HECK?!'