Eiji wants to play tag, Kaidoh isn't convinced, Fuji has an idea. Things get a little crazy, Tag: prince of tennis style!
A/N: This won't be as cute as the first story, I tried going down the humor path. No pairings this time.
"Tag, you're it!" Eiji called out poking Kaidoh. The boy paused in drinking his water bottle and looked up to see his senpai's finger on top of his bandana. Suddenly the red headed boy jumped away giggling excitedly before ending up on the other side of the court. Kaidoh blinked rapidly before deciding to ignore the past few seconds and continued to gulp down the water.
"Nyeh Kaidoh!" Eiji pouted with disappointment, "You're just standing there."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I tagged you, so you have to tag someone else." Kaidoh's eyes narrowed at the cheerful reply.
"Why?" he questioned bluntly.
"Because you're it."
"So?" Kaidoh threw the bottle aside and sent Eiji a skeptical look. The acrobatic tennis player hesitated before frowning; leave it to Kaidoh to make the usually fun game into a boring conversation about technicalities.
"Nevermind," he huffed before shifting his attention to Momo who had just walked onto the court. With renewed excitement Eiji bounded over to Momo hitting him with his racquet harshly.
"Senpai!" Momo cried out rubbing his shoulder, "What was that for?"
"Tag!" Eiji laughed before running off in a back flip and glancing back at him, "You're it!"
Momo blinked at Eiji before dumbly pointing to himself, "I'm...it?"
"You do know how to play tag don't you?"
Eiji looked at him hopefully. Momo considered him for a moment before glancing back at Kaidoh who was ignoring both of them and had started swing practice. The raven haired boy grinned mischievously reaching out for a ball and racquet. "Yeah I think I have an idea." He threw the ball high in the air.
"Hey Mamushi!" Momo yelled gaining the boy's attention right as the ball he had just hit slammed into Kaidoh's forehead. "You're it!"
"Fssssh." Kaidoh managed to hiss after his initial shock, he glared at the snickering Eiji and Momo.
"Ah, what a nice twist on the game!" Eiji complimented gleefully, "Using tennis to-" he was cut off as a ball barely grazed his left cheek. Eiji, stunned, turned to Kaidoh who was smirking triumphantly back at him.
"You're it, Eiji-senpai."
"I still don't understand why I had to run extra laps." Ryoma grumbled turning sharply to Fuji who was running next to him, "You're the one who made the smart-ass comment about buchou's lack of a love-"
"Because." Tezuka interrupted from the side of the track without looking up, "I also heard your sly comment afterwards."
"I said 'mada mada dane'." Ryoma strained his head backwards as he and Fuji ran past their Capitan, "I always say that. Besides, how do you know I wasn't talking to Fuji-senpai!"
"Echizen." Tezuka said in a voice that meant he better shut up soon.
"I don't think I should be in trouble either." Fuji started casually. Tezuka narrowed his eyes, all too familiar with the scheming tone in his friend's voice preying for trouble. "After all what kind of world are we living in if I get punished for stating a known fact?"
"15 more laps Fuji." Tezuka automatically called out not missing the grin plastered on the third year's face. "I better hear silence from you Echizen." the Capitan followed up just as quickly.
Ryoma sighed and stiffly pulled the rim of his cap down before sprinting the rest of the distance and effectively finishing his remaining laps. He continued running past Tezuka towards the tennis courts wanting to vent through beating some poor souls in a match. But he slowed down when he got closer to the courts seeing Oishi and Kawamura staring behind the wired fence with surprised looks. Ryoma soon realized why they were so enamored with what was going on inside.
While Momo was flinging balls all over the area like a malfunctioning ball feeding machine (A/N: what are those things called...), Eiji, and Kaidoh were both running around the court dodging every ball coming close to them. Kaidoh's face couldn't be contorted in a more serious expression as he concentrated on running away from Momo's firings. On the other hand Eiji seemed filled with unbridled joy as he hoped, bounced, and swirled out of the path of any of the tennis balls. Momo had a slightly crazed look as he seemed to have forgone aiming and just rocketed the balls hoping they would hit one of the two other regulars eventually.
"What in the world..." Ryoma trailed off and stared at the scene along with the rest of the tennis club. The freshman looked at his senpai for an explanation; Oishi looked down at his gaze momentarily before having his eyes sucked back to the action.
"Don't give me that look Echizen. I have no clue what is going on either." Oishi started, "I came here and they were doing this, I told them to stop before they hurt themselves but it's like there is a sound barrier surrounding the court."
"Is this some weird game of tennis with three players?" Kawamura asked carefully.
"I believe they are playing tag." The three regulars jumped at the voice behind them before realizing it was Inui with a notebook ready in hand. While Oishi and Kawamura recovered from Inui's startling entrance, Ryoma raised his brows at what the older boy had said.
"Tag?" he inquired.
"Yes," Inui said re-adjusting his glasses, "I've been watching for quite awhile now, whenever one of them hits the other with a ball the person who got hit starts hitting balls. That and if you see carefully the two who aren't hitting the balls are a safe distance away from the other one. See, whenever Momo tries to get closer Eiji and Kaidoh move farther away."
"I don't think that's how you are supposed to play tag." Kawamura sweat dropped.
"They just twisted the rules a bit; instead of just touching someone to become it you can now hit them with a tennis ball." Inui stated, "It obviously makes the game more interesting to watch especially when you are trapped in a tennis court."
"Why haven't you stopped them yet?" Ryoma asked to no one in particular.
"I would have, if they weren't getting such a good exercise from it." Oishi explained, "Swing practice from being 'it', targeting practice from trying to hit one another, having to predict the ball's path of movement by dodging, and endurance from having to run away to dodge. I don't think I've ever seen such a impressive practice exercise before." Oishi sighed sounding slightly defeated, "And they're playing a game for fun."
Suddenly Eiji, who had been jumping back and forth over the tennis net, froze.
"TAG!" Momo shrieked pointing with a trembling hand at Eiji, "You're it!" he mocked joyfully. That joy fell flat from his face as a deadly look crossed Eiji's face. He turned and reached for his own racquet.
"Not for long." Eiji responded in a strange sing-song voice before throwing a ball in the air and aiming directly for Momo. But the black headed second year was quick to respond and opened the entrance to the court. The ball went flying out of the courts and straight into Inui's face sending him to the ground. Kaidoh, Momo, and Eiji were knocked back in reality at seeing this and finally seemed to realize the audience they had gathered around the courts.
"Wow, when did you guys get here?" Momo asked looking around with confusion while Eiji and Kaidoh raced towards Inui. The tall third year lay unmoving on the ground. No one was quite sure whether he was unconscious or not, what with the glasses.
"Senpai, are you alright?" Kaidoh grunted to his sometimes doubles partner.
"Inui!" Eiji yelped grabbing his classmate's knee dramatically, wobbling back and forth with it "I didn't mean to hit you, I'm sorry! Now wake up please!"
"Oi! Eiji, back up!" Oishi yanked the red head by the collar away from the injured regular. Inui slowly began to sit back up staring directly forward wordlessly. Eiji gulped, a little scared at a silent Inui.
"Inui you're all right, aren't you? You aren't mad, are you? Nyeh, please don't make me drink your juice!" Eiji suddenly begged, terrified at the thought. "I'll do anything!"
"Uh, Inui-senpai..." Momo finally had made his way over, tapping his racquet on his shoulder he looked cautiously at Inui, "You all right?"
"I'm fine," Inui finally replied his voice was strangely filled with a tinge of excitement. "After all I'm 'it' now, aren't I?" His glasses twinkled evilly.
As Fuji rounded off his last lap he smiled pleasantly at the ticked off Tezuka. "I don't see what you're so upset about." Fuji said catching the towel his Capitan threw at him and wiping his face before continuing, "I'm the one who had to do 30 extra laps, you just stood there."
"I had to waste time watching you do 30 extra laps for inappropriate behavior." He emphasized the end of the sentence before Fuji could interject with something that would surely lead to more laps and more time wasted. Tezuka then stared forward stoically, "That wasted time intercepted with practice time and the rest of the regulars are at the courts now doing god knows what, and the only way I can get them to concentrate again is if I make them do laps which of course will waste more time." Tezuka glared sharply at the smiling Fuji, "All because of your snide little comment."
"Well, this certainly turned out well." the genius stated completely satisfied and pleasantly surprised at the outcome of this whole situation, and it wasn't even over yet. "You could have more faith in the team you know; they could all be fully stretched and already starting swing practice."
"Eiji and Momoshiro are on the team." Tezuka dryly reminded as the pair made their way back to the courts.
"Was that a joke?" Fuji asked happily, "That was a wonderful joke. Though you could have sounded more sarcastic."
"I wasn't being sarcastic."
"Is that another joke, it's getting hard to tell." Tezuka fumed silently, now he wanted to order everyone to run laps. The pair was equally surprised to see all the regulars gathered together with identical horrified faces staring at Oishi and Inui. Although they were only really starring at Inui because of the bubbling, angry red concoction in his hands.
"Oh looks like they're going through the normal practice routine by themselves," Fuji observed watching as Momo and Ryoma almost gagged from the mere aroma of the juice wafting a few feet off. Fuji seemed slightly disappointed, but perked up instantly reminding himself that there was a new and improved pitcher of Inui's juice that he could enjoy. As both the third years advanced towards the rest of the regulars they could clearly tell that whatever was about to happen was not normal.
"Alright everyone, this is an all out tag war!" Oishi called out in his most commanding voice with the most sincere look. Everyone blinked at him.
"Did he just say..." Tezuka trailed off in a whisper, no he must have misheard.
"Saa, I bet this will be fun."
"Here are the rules: When you are 'it' you have to tag someone else on the team so that they will be it. You can tag by either touching them, or hitting them with a tennis ball."
"Question," Ryoma asked blankly, "So you want us to get pelted with tennis balls? What if we get hurt?"
"Aw, scared about getting a boo-boo little guy?" Momo teased slamming his fist against the growling Ryoma's head.
"Hm, I hadn't considered that." Oishi hesitated; Tezuka took this as a chance to cut in.
"What is going on here?" He asked sourly. All the regulars turned up to stare at him, some with relief and others with disappointment.
"Here comes the killjoy." someone muttered
"Thank god you're here!" came another voice. That's when the entire tennis club, regulars and non-regulars alike, decided to voice their opinion all at the same time. Fuji talked out loud to himself to enhance the loudness of the scene.
"Everyone, be quiet" Tezuka's voice boomed silencing all other voices. He tried keeping his anger in check and turned sharply to Oishi who didn't seem quite as confident as he had a few minutes prior, "Please explain to me, Oishi, why instead of practicing I'm about to watch my team play a game of tag?"
"Because Tezuka," a voice suddenly called out, everyone turned to see Coach Ryuzaki walking towards them with a smile, "As Oishi stated before when tag is played correctly it can be a wonderful exercise that can help improve all aspects of your tennis game."
"Wait, you heard me when I said that." Oishi seemed a little creeped out, "How long have you been standing there?" She promptly ignored him.
"With that being said, I have organized for the entire team to play tag."Appearing out of nowhere was the familiar white board usually filled out with block matches. But instead it had intricate detail of how to play tag. "Yes, you may get injured but if anyone of you get injured badly enough by a tennis ball then you don't deserve a spot on the team as a regular, understand?" No one objected. "Good, everyone should probably get their racquets ready then."
"What if we hit someone with a tennis ball that isn't playing?" Eiji questioned with a outstretched hand.
"If you hit a bystander you must take a sip of Inui's juice." No one thought it was worth mentioning what would happen to the innocent and injured bystander, because frankly it didn't seem that important in the scheme of things. "Also, for some extra incentive by five'o clock whoever is 'it' gets to drink all of Inui's juice." Everyone stared warily at the drink. Inui decided to scare them further by shoving the pitcher in front of Fuji's face. Fuji didn't seem phased at all and took a long sniff. He smiled before his eyes grew wide and his smile vanished, a unnatural blue coloring his face. The rest of the regulars started panicking.
"Are you serious?" Tezuka asked deadpan to Coach Ryuzaki.
"I think it's a fantastic idea." she replied cheekily.
"Why?" Tezuka asked suspiciously. Coach Ryuzaki cackled her strange, grandma laugh causing a grim look to crawl on the capitan's face.
"I need some entertainment too you know." Tezuka's face transformed into a downcast and tired look at the statement, was everyone plotting against him?
"Alright boys," Coach Ryuzaki lifted her arm to stare at her ticking watch, "3...2...1, start!" All the regulars stared at each other, not remembering who was supposed to be it. Suddenly a dark, large shadow appeared behind them. As they all looked up they saw a ray of light shine against a pair of glasses.
Kawamura raced steadily towards the back of the school knowing full well that Inui, who was still 'it', was in the other direction. He yelped when suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed him. As he was pulled to the ground he recognized the familiar cap on the person's head.
"Echizen?" he asked squinting for a better look.
"Where is he?" Ryoma asked bluntly with a scary gaze.
"Inui? Don't worry; he is on the other side of the school." Ryoma let a sigh out at this before glancing back at his senpai questionably.
"What happened to your racquet?"
"Eh?" Kawmura sighed wearily at the question, "I was deflecting some of the shots that Inui was hitting at me when I ran into Momo and dropped my racquet. I didn't have time to go back and get it because Inui was advancing on the attack." Echizen nodded with sympathy, what a grave loss. He then glanced around carefully before cautiously inching towards a vending machine some yards away.
"No, its too dangerous!" Kawmura called out, but Ryoma raised his nose in the air bravely. He wanted his Ponta.
"I'm willing to make the sacrifice." Ryoma whispered with confidence sneaking towards the vending machine and whipping around at every noise he heard. As he got to the machine he reached into his pocket for money, unfortunately for him his money spilled all over the ground. Kawamura gasped with fear while Ryoma cursed immediately and rushed to collect the cash. He froze as he could feel a presence behind him, Ryoma's eyes widened before slowly turning around.
"Hello Echizen."
"Dang it Oishi-senpai." Ryoma sighed in relief before shaking his head and inserting the money into the vending machine to get his drink. "I thought for sure you were Inui."
"Ha, well I can sometimes replicate his weird aura." Oishi joked half-heartily. Ryoma shrugged at this slightly before grabbing his drink and opening it. He relished the fizzy goodness quietly before noticing that Oishi was still standing there with that half-smile on his face. He managed to barely advert his gaze and finally noticed Kawamura shaking his hands and mouthing something to him. Ryoma couldn't catch what he was saying, but he had a pretty good idea. Oishi took a step forward and Ryoma backed away casually.
"Ne, Oishi-senpai." the freshman started raising his eyebrows, his drink still inches away from his lips, "You don't seem tense at all. Aren't you afraid Inui might pop up and whack you with a tennis ball?"
"Not as afraid as you might think." Oishi replied evenly. They stared at each other for a few moments before Ryoma flung the can of Ponta in his face and raced the other direction. Oishi rummaged through his pocket to get a ball and served it quickly. Ryoma had already scurried away, but luckily for Oishi he hadn't been aiming at the super rookie at all.
"Sorry Taka-san!" Oishi cried out as he ran away from his confused classmate. Kawamura hadn't seen that coming at all, he thought he was well hidden and was sure that Echizen was the one in trouble. He sighed and slowly walked back near the tennis grounds hoping to run into someone there.
"Hey, Kawamura-senpai." Momo said walking towards him before leaning on his knees to catch his breath, "That stupid Mamushi saw I didn't have my racquet and chased me around the entire god damn school till I was so exhausted I almost gave up. Then he laughed and said he wasn't 'it', I swear next chance I get I'll pound that no good viper." Momo growled before looking around carefully. "By the way, do you know who is it?"
"Me." Kawamura answered gloomily. Momo fell over backwards and while on the ground he crawled away from Kawamura. He blinked as his senpai didn't make any attempts at movement.
"...any reason you aren't trying to tag me?" Momo perked up hopefully, "Don't tell me you want to actually drink Inui juice?"
"Its nothing like that." Kawamura said meekly, "I'm not as fast as anyone else on the team so I won't be able to tag anyone just by chasing them. And my racquet-"
"Here Taka-san." Looking up towards the voice, Kawmura was surprised to see that someone had thrown his racquet at him from the rooftop. His grip automatically tightened his eyes suddenly enflamed with firing passion.
"BUURRNNIIINGG!" Kawamura roared swinging his racquet wildly, "COME ON, TRY DODGING MY FIRERY SERVES!" Momo yelled in fear running off in the other direction as tennis balls were being flung all around him. He raced past a startled Kaidoh who soon realized why his rival was running. None of them paid attention to the figures above watching them intently.
"There is a 82% chance that no one will find us up here, brilliant Fuji." Inui complimented the genius who simply smiled. The two third years stood on top of the rooftop watching with amusement as more regulars had gotten caught in the Kawamura's range and attempted to evade his powerful serves.
"It's wonderful, isn't it? We're safe up here and we can see all the action, it's the perfect spot."
"Then you haven't been tagged yet?" Inui asked.
"Not yet." the tensai frowned leaning over to get a better look, "I didn't know Kaidoh could run that fast."
"Or scream in a fashion quite similar to a girl." Inui added on, flipping back and forth between regular's bios to update them with valuable (or blackmail worthy) information. He was so busy doing this that he didn't see a sly look slip on Fuji's face.
"Hey, Inui you didn't happen to bring some extra tennis balls with you."
"I always have extras just in case." Inui replied proudly before pausing in his writings to glance up, "Why do you ask?"
"Hm...I have an idea."
Eiji just kept running, he wasn't sure where he was going or necessarily if it would help because there was a likelihood he would end up running straight into danger but he didn't bother with that. He did give a short glance behind him noticing that Momo was racing not too far from him. The boy looked too panicked himself to be 'it' though. Eiji suddenly stopped mid-sprint, Momo crashed into the red-head soon afterward.
"What the hell-"
"Nyeh, Momo do you feel like someone is watching us?" Eiji asked suspiciously. Momo didn't seem bothered though looking around himself with little enthusiasm.
"It doesn't matter, I tagged Ryoma when I was it and I'm pretty sure he is too lazy to go off spying."
"I guess so..." Eiji didn't seem convinced though. Both regulars, however, didn't need any more convincing when a tennis ball shot out of nowhere flying past the pair in a blink of an eye. Without sparing a second look the two regulars raced away. However, it seemed like whoever had hit the ball was closely following them as well. They were going to eventually run out of places to go. Suddenly Eiji turned slightly with a guilty grin.
"Sorry about this Momo." Momo blinked at him before he watched his senpai stick his foot out and he felt himself tumble to the ground roughly. He looked up in horror to see Eiji race away. Cursing angrily Momo got up dusting off his jersey before freezing.
"Saa, are you alright?"
Eiji almost felt bad for tripping Momo, he frowned looking back unable to make any clear distinctions. But a picture of Inui's juice had appeared in his head and he realized that he didn't feel quite that bad. This was survival after all, Eiji duly noted finding a suitable hiding spot behind one of the school buildings. But there was still something bugging him, it still felt like someone was watching him even after Eiji had scarified his kouhai. His thoughts were cut off as a familiar voice chuckled before proceeding to say, "Mada mada dane." Eiji's vision was blurred with neon green, before ducking backwards and flipping up out of instinct. He started racing the other direction not paying attention to the slight sting on his forehead.
***XXX***
Tezuka frowned wondering where everyone had gone, he sighed finally ending up at the water fountain. Not feeling any threatening presence he took off his glasses and splashed some water in his face. It was a little demeaning that he had taken this game so...seriously. But his pride was wounded worse when he had gotten tagged. He couldn't believe he of all people had been become 'it'. Although only for a few, short moments Tezuka was not happy with having being caught hit by a ball. What was worse, he didn't even know who had tagged him. Tezuka's eyes shined with confidence, he refused to ever be labeled as 'it' again. He reached for his glasses and as the world became distinct again he noticed a figure looming on the rooftop that wasn't there before.
"Inui..." as the name slipped from his lips a tennis ball hit him straight at his chest. Tezuka twitched overcome with utter annoyance, alright everyone was against him.
"There are only a few minutes left till you will end up being the one to drink my newest juice." Inui grinned before disappearing from sight. The data tennis player made his way off the rooftop and back on solid ground. He walked up to the figure leaning casually against a wall. The figure smiled pleasantly at the other third year.
"If everything went perfectly as you planned then according to my calculations..." Inui glanced over at Fuji before pointing at the empty area currently in front of them, "...3...2...1..." In that instant Eiji and Momo appeared across from each other. The raven haired boy glared at his senpai before suddenly Tezuka and Ryoma raced on the scene. Everyone widened their eyes as Oishi, Kawamura and Kaidoh each rushed looking around at everyone else startled. All the regulars glanced at each other hesitating before someone saw Oishi made a move for a tennis ball in his pocket. In a flurry of movements everyone seemed to be serving tennis balls, and in turn getting hit by even more tennis balls at the same time.
"You're it!" they all shouted at once. There was a long silence.
"Wait, what?"
"Time's up!" Everyone just stared at each in bewilderment, with the exceptions of Inui and Fuji of course, as the sound of tennis balls bouncing around were the only noises being made. Fuji was tossing one of the balls that had flown towards him in the air with a satisfied glow about him; his plan could not be going any better. Inui just kept scribbling in his notebook. It didn't take long for someone to figure out who one of the culprits was.
"Fuji." Tezuka said simply, soon everyone understood and turned to glare at the obvious criminal. Fuji waved at all of them pleasantly.
"But you couldn't have-" Oishi stopped as he saw Fuji point to Inui answering the question on the vice-capitan's mind.
"Inui-senpai!" Ryoma growled.
"It was the perfect opportunity to get some observations." he shrugged obviously not harboring any guilt for betraying his other team members. "Fuji and I both pretended to be 'it' and got everyone else thinking they were 'it' all at the same time I'll be honest there was a 97% chance this would fail and the only reason I agreed was to observe Fuji in the face of failure. Needless to say that didn't happen." Fuji beamed proudly completely missing the glint in his friend's eyes. "In fact the chance that you would all actually run into each other with only half a minute left till five was less than 2%. To put it simply this entire situation is completely illogical."
"Well that's just perfect." Momo complained throwing his racquet on the ground in frustration, "Now we don't know who actually lost."
"I guess you all should drink Inui's juice then." Fuji suggesting slipping in the final part of his plan. Once again he felt their heated glares. Fuji feigned a hurt look wondering what he did to deserve such treatment before remembering what he had just done, agreeing mentally himself that he did deserve this treatment. But their harsh gazes soon turned into frightened looks as Inui's juice bubbled loudly on cue. Gulps of fear went all around.
"Actually," Inui said pushing his glasses back up his nose, "I happen to know who is 'it'."
"But, how?"
"Remember, I've been in on this since the beginning. So I took note of who was actually 'it' and have been tracking their movements carefully. Unfortunately it gets kind of complicated." Inui said looking up to see everyone's attention on him, before looking at his notes "Well, this first started when Kawamura was 'it'. But he soon got Kaidoh, who in turn got Momo, who got Kaidoh...it goes on between these two for a quite a while." The two in question sent each other similar glares.
"Anyway Momo eventually was able to tag Echizen who then proceeded to sulk for about thirty minutes while drinking soda, purposely wasting time." Someone threw a spare tennis ball at the freshman. "Echizen was then able to tag Eiji, although Echizen thought he missed much to his annoyance. But Eiji didn't even realize he was tagged until Tezuka, who thought he was 'it' the entire time but actually wasn't, tagged him." Everyone stared blanky at this.
"Who?" Momo finally asked.
"Tezuka." Inui clarified.
"No, Eiji."
"He asked who tagged Eiji last."
"That's not what I asked."
"Ryoma."
"No, I tagged him first."
"Then who is it?"
"Oishi." Fuji chimed in unhelpfully.
"You be quite...uh, I think it was Eiji."
"I tagged myself?"
"Wait, who is the other person."
"Tezuka."
"And what did he do?"
"Wait, I'd like to clarify something." Tezuka suddenly interrupted seriously, straightening his glasses before looking up "...So I was never 'it' the entire game."
"Technically no one tagged you, so yes." Inui confirmed. Tezuka almost looked happy.
"Wait, I still don't know who is 'it'?"
"I'm getting there. So now Eiji is 'it'-"
"And this time I'm aware of it." Eiji added in uselessly.
"...yes, anyway he ends up tagging Oishi. Now this is where things get a little mixed up because Oishi shows up here, where everyone thinks they themselves are 'it'. I barely managed to catch this but Oishi was actually the first person to hit his ball. It hit Ryoma before he had served, making Echizen 'it'."
Ryoma paled instantly. "Aha! Looks like Echizen has to-"
"I'm not done yet, as soon as Ryoma became 'it' he managed to tag Kaidoh.
"So Mamushi-" Inui cleared his throat throwing Momo a look, the second year rolled his eyes.
"Obviously very motivated to not be 'i't, Kaidoh had served two balls one after the other to ensure a hit. But when he had made the second hit Echizen's tennis ball had already hit him."
"So who got hit by Kaidoh's second ball?"
"Well instead of hitting the actual target, which would have been Tezuka by my predictions, the ball smashed into someone else's tennis ball veering it off course right as everyone finished serving their balls."
"Nobody got hit then..." Kaidoh trailed off with dread.
"Nobody got hit by it." Inui repeated before looking up with a small smile, "Fuji caught it."
Everyone whipped around to look at Fuji who blinked in surprise. He looked down at the ball in his hands before his eyes widened and he dropped it. The rest of the regulars slowly crept closer to the stunned tensai with wide grins on their faces, he backed up in response. Inui popped up behind Fuji with the pitcher of the discolored potion gurgling in his hands.
"This...didn't go as planned."
A/N: Raise your hand if you got lost somewhere in Inui's explanation, I got lost several times. Which was kind of the point. Fuji seemed especially sadistic in this story, although in his always playful manner. Well maybe he'll learn a lesson this time...or seek for some revenge. So I was watching a commercial about little kids playing tag, which is where I got the initial idea. Then it kind of exploded into this mess of a one-shot. The part where it sounded really serious, yeah I was trying to be sarcastic but I don't know if that showed well. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think.