Chapter 10

Kirihara pov

"Ughh, why, buchou". I look around me pleading for an answer and found none. I crossed my arms over my chest, "Fine. Who am I versing then."

I wasnt surprised to hear a bubblegum pop as Marui-sempai answered. "Great Bakaya finally decided to shut up. Oi we dont know who were versing yet. we'll find out when we reach the courts."

I looked around Seigaku as we exited the bus. Buchou walked a few feet ahead of us. I never realized how blue his hair is. I wonder how much product he puts in his hair.

It looks so natural so I guess not much. He looks so commanding, its kinda hot. He just smiled at me. Wow, now I can't stop looking at his smile, his lips are so cute. I just wanna-..." Ne Bakaya, close your mouth your drooling".

I snap out of my haze, to see the Seigaku tennis team huddled on the court surrounding a small tv. We came all the way out here for this. They're not even looking at us. I felt my grin stretch across my face as I lost my grasp on myself, and I willingly let go. My hair turned red, as it dripped with blood.

'Maybe if I hit a knuckle serve they'll pay attention to me'. I glare maniacally as I see Fuji drop to the ground.

'Great perfect target'. I tossed the ball and whacked my knuckle serve straight towards Fujis head.

"I'll dye the court red, with your blood!" I yelled just as I smacked the green fuzz. I hear a rattle as a young person in a grey hoodie jumped over the fence, and raced towards Fuji.

As he ran he kicked a racket up from ofF the ground, for it to land gracefully in his left palm. All the while racing towards Fuji. He slid to land on one knee in front of him, just as the ball came to his face.

He raised the racket in his hand to intercept it.

With a simple flick of his wrist the ball flew back past my face and away from themselves.

I felt an odd stinging sensation as the ball had grazed my cheek. I turned behind me to see the ball in two halves on the other side of the fence.

I lifted my hand to my cheek in shock, as blood trickled down my chin. My anger quickly dissipating. I wondered who this mysterious hooded stranger was. I watched as he dropped the racket and rested his left hand on Fuji's shoulder. While he cupped and lifted Fuji's face from the ground.

I watched as fuji's eyes widened to the size of saucers, before unbelievable happiness stretched across his face.

"Are you ok Syuu-chan". Whispers broke out all over the courts as to who this mysterious stranger was that seemed so familiar with Seigaku's resident Tensai. What I saw next dropped my jaw to the ground as well as the ever stoic Sanada- sempai. Even Mura-buchous jaw was permanently detatched.