A/N: Here's a bonus chapter to create a bit of suspense and to have some fun! For this chapter, you have to imagine everyone in chibi form.

Bonus Chapter

Inui's Juice Strikes Again!

Miku was sitting outside the tennis courts of Seigaku and waiting for her friends to finish changing. But what worried her was that Inui had brought a huge jug full of… something… that he planned on giving to the regulars. From what Miku had seen of the liquid dripping onto the ground, it was a kind of greenish, greyish, brownish, purplish mixture, and it made her stomach twist just looking at it.

What also worried her was that it was taking way longer than usual for the team to change…

Suddenly, what seemed like a smoke bomb exploded, and black clouds came pouring out of the clubhouse. Miku covered her mouth and nose, coughing. The smell was terrible!

As the smoke cleared, something very odd took place. Out of the clubhouse came a dancing and grinning Tezuka, a malicious-looking Oishi, an obnoxious and non-racket-holding Taka, a sullen and depressed Eiji, a pissed off Fuji (eyes open), a timid and scared Inui, a cheery Ryoma and… oh God. The last two, Momo and Kaidoh, came skipping out the clubhouse door, holding hands. Miku wandered over to Fuji for some explanation.

"Um, Fuji, what's going on?" she asked, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Get the hell away from me!" he growled angrily, throwing her hand off of him and storming away. He looked like he was going to kill someone.

Since that didn't work, she went over to Eiji. He was letting something soak in the basin used for washing up after a long, hard practice. He mumbled to himself, and pulled his jacket out of the dark liquid. It was black. He smiled at it, and started waving it around to dry. It was then that Miku noticed that all of his clothes were now black, as was his hair.

'Weird,' she thought, and walked away, only to run into Tezuka, who was grinning from ear to ear. "It's wonderful to be alive!" he said in a high-pitched voice, twirling around on his toes like a ballerina. Miku backed away, and as she did so picked up on someone talking.

"What a stupid idiot. Twirling around like the bumbling moron he is…"

Miku spun around, and Oishi was standing there, an evil smile on his face and a voodoo doll with Tezuka's name on it in his right hand. He noticed her standing there, and, tossing the doll aside, assumed a cool composure.

"Hey there, cutie. What's up?" Miku started to run, but Oishi grabbed her wrist, stopping her escape.

"Where're you going?" he said smoothly, pulling her up to him. Miku, at a loss for what to do, knocked his legs out from under him and ran. Oishi fell backwards, hitting his head on the ground. As Miku scampered away from Oishi's angry shouts, she passed Inui, who was sitting by himself and talking in a crazed voice to the animals that surrounded him. Since they probably didn't want to be there, he had put them in cages.

She ran up to Ryoma, who might be sensible enough, and tried to ignore Momo and Kaidoh's flirting in the background.

"Ryoma, what's going on?" Miku asked frantically. As she did, Oishi caught up to her, grabbing her wrist so hard it hurt. Miku winced and shouted at him, "Go away! That hurts!"

"Then stop running away," he countered, his voice smooth once again.

Ryoma put his hands in between the two, making both Miku and Oishi look at him.

"Peace," he said, eyes closed, but then looked up to Oishi, who was glaring at him. "Leave her alone?"

"Shove off, bastard," Oishi said angrily, pushing Ryoma forcefully onto the ground with both hands, giving Miku a chance to take off again.

Seeing Taka up ahead of her, Miku grabbed a racket while running and sprinted forward towards the brunette. Not wanting to be ambushed again, she tossed the racket to Taka, who went from yelling and screaming to extremely quiet as he gripped the handle.

"Taka, help!" Miku shouted at him, and ran towards the clubhouse. Taka looked confused for a moment, but seeing Oishi sprinting after Miku, stuck the racket in the troublemaker's face, knocking him over. Miku, meanwhile, had picked up someone's spare key and locked herself in the clubhouse, resting to calm the painful stitch in her side.

As Oishi banged on the door, Miku looked around the room. There was a jug with Inui's name scrawled on it in black lettering. It was leaking liquid; not the color of the stuff that had caused this mess, but a revolting shade of reddish-orange.

Miku looked closer, and underneath "Inui Juice Deluxe Super Re-Remix" were the words "the formula that undoes all of the previous juices' effects" and "almost non-toxic." The last part was worrying, but it'd have to do.

Miku stealthily unlocked the clubhouse door, a water bottle of the Inui Juice Deluxe Super Re-Remix in hand. Just as she opened the door swiftly, Oishi opened his mouth to yell at her.

"You-" as he spoke, Miku squirted the red-orange stuff into his mouth. Both of Oishi's hands were clapped over his mouth, and he turned a lovely shade of parsley green as he ran off.

Eiji was now the next closest person, so Miku walked over to him. His newly blackened jacket was draped on a tree branch, it being too hot outside to wear a jacket now, and he was scratching messages into his skin with a blue pen.

"Eiji." The normally bouncy and normally red headed 3rd year looked up with a glare.

"Leave me alone." he said, turning his back on her. But instead of obeying him, Miku readied her water bottle and walked over to face him.

"I thought I told you-" he managed in a growl, before the new Inui Juice Deluxe- you get the idea- was squirted into his mouth. Eiji coughed a few times, and then as he looked around, his eyes widened considerably.

"Nya, why are my clothes black?" he asked, bouncing to his feet. Miku handed him a mirror, and when he looked at it, he dropped it, the glass shattering on the grey pavement.

"Why is my hair black? I hate that color!" Eiji complained loudly. "And why is my jacket in a tree?"

Miku walked over to Tezuka, who was still dancing around like he was the star in a ballet. Behind her, Eiji cried, "Why are all these depressing words on my arm?"

As Miku squirted the juice at Tezuka while he was in the middle of a jump, he was yanked to the ground by gravity, or perhaps his Tezuka Zone, and stood there as he usually did- stoic faced, fixing his glasses.

Trotting around the emotionless captain, Miku went over to Inui, who was holding a cage containing an orange cat and talking to it.

"They don't understand me… no one understands me…" he mumbled to it, laughing in escalating volume. The cat pressed itself up against the back of the cage.

Since Inui was still laughing, Miku squirted his own concoction into his mouth.

"Ii, data," he said in his normal monotone. Inui held out his hand, and Miku handed him his notebook and pencil that lay just a few feet away. The data taking had begun, so Miku escaped over to Ryoma quickly.

He was sitting on a bench, legs crossed in front of him on the seat, eating an ice cream cone. Even now, he didn't open his mouth very wide, so Miku would have to try something else…

Ding! Light bulb moment!

"Ryoma, try this on your ice cream," she said, squirting a little bit onto the sugary vanilla mass. "It's really tasty."

He obliged with a smile, but when he did eat the stuff, he dropped the cone, and doubled over, coughing. But then he suddenly sat back up again, and croaked, "Mada mada dane, Miku-senpai."

Miku walked away with a chuckle, and came upon Taka. He was still holding the racket and staring at it.

"Taka, here." She tossed the bottle to him, and he caught it and squirted some of the juice into his mouth. Since he was still holding the racket, his usual personality flared.

"BURNING!"

"That's better," Miku said with a smile, taking the racket and the water bottle out of the 3rd year's hand. He instantly turned shy again, and walked away.

Miku strolled over to Fuji, who was busy torturing an innocent first year named Kachiro. Yes, he was usually a bit of a sadist, but this was way farther than he usually went. The poor 7th grader was tied up in a tree and hanging upside down, and Fuji was laughing maliciously as he pushed the boy so that he swung back and forth.

"Fuji! Sore o yamete!" Miku cried, catching the tensai's attention. He then advanced on her, rope in hand, leaving Kachiro to swing freely from the tree branch. His terror-filled face was beginning to be rosy from the blood flowing downward to his head.

"Eto… someone… help!" Miku yelled, backing up, but not taking her eyes off of Fuji for fear that he'd attack. There was no one in their general area, so she had to use the water bottle.

"F-Fuji, want some of this?" she asked nervously, hoping he'd take it.

"I don't want your damn juice," he said, grabbing it. He tried to toss it over his head, but ended up just squirting some in his face, and, consequently, into his mouth.

Much to Miku's surprise, he didn't cough, choke, or lose his breakfast like the others had. He just smacked his lips a few times and tried to take a sip of the disgusting mixture before Miku took it from him.

"Miku, why'd you do that? It tastes good."

"You're insane. Anyway, why don't you go help Kachiro over there? He's in a bit of a pickle."

Fuji turned, and walked over to the first year. Starting to untie him, the tensai asked, "Saa, Kachiro, why are you in a tree?"

Now for the last two- Kaidoh and Momo. The two that you could always see arguing all the time; the two that even the slightest provocation could make them snap and fight.

Now, however, they were beside some trees, coquetting and giggling; two things that you wouldn't see in a million years for either of them. But together, somehow, they were engaged in a kind of romance that Miku hoped that she'd never see again.

As Miku approached the pair and was just a few feet away, the two started to lean in for a kiss. Miku quickly squirted some juice in Kaidoh's face, and he reacted quickly, shoving Momo aside and starting an argument. She poured some of the stuff into Momo's mouth and left the area quickly as the fight escalated. All was back to normal.

Everyone except for Momo and Kaidoh was gathered outside the tennis court's gate, chatting. Eiji was whining about his clothes and his arm to Fuji, who had a smile on his face, as always. Taka was conversing with Oishi on what they thought had happened in the time passed, since none of them could remember. Ryoma was standing by himself drinking a Ponta, and Inui was busy writing in a dark green notebook. When Tezuka got their attention, though, everyone was silent.

"I don't know what happened, but morning practice for today is cancelled. You're all dismissed!" Tezuka ordered.

"Hai!" was the unified reply. Miku took her seat on the bench again and mulled over in her thoughts what had happened in the past hour or so, laughing every once in a while. This was going to be a good story to tell Eiji and Fuji- especially the Tezuka part. They'd get a kick out of that for sure.

Looking at the almost-all-the-way-risen sun in the multicolored sky, Miku wondered how that conversation would go…

-THE END-

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Enjoy, and comment/pm- whose is your favorite reversed personality?

I was originally going to have this chapter as a oneshot, but I didn't know who to have as the unaffected one. But now I've completed it! Mwahaha!

(Stop doing that= sore o yamete)