This is not a normal Chapter of ''Get off me''. This chapter contains two short (sort of) stories which aren't connected with each other.

The first story- between sad and hopeful, middle-school.

The second one- awkward and (sort of) funny (I guess) 1st year in high school.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis, nor the song ''Goodbye my lover''

The butterfly

''Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend'' a girl with grass-green eyes sang. She sang the song never on tune, always mixing up the lyrics. It was just one that explained her current emotions: happiness, nostalgia, sadness, and her first taste of freedom. It was spring. A time of the year, when people start feeling alive and are waking up after the harsh winter. Her mother died from pneumonia last winter and her grandmother, wrapped in misery followed her daughter and passed away 2 months ago. After grandmothers funeral was carried out, most of the young girls relatives didn't know what to do with the girl. That is until her brother stepped up and told everyone, that after his sister graduates middle-school, he'll take her in his care. In Tokyo.

It was the last spring for Midori Hoshiwa in Morioka. The place where she had lived for 11 years. The place where she took up kyudo, and where she decided to quit it. A nostalgic place. The smell of grass, and fresh air were something she had grown used to.

And snow.

Midori had heard from her brother that there was rarely ever any snow in Tokyo. Winters without snow will seem empty and lonely to her. Just simply cold. She still couldn't remember anything of those 4 years which she spent, living in Tokyo. Some foggy happy moments, some yells, some cries and that's it. She didn't remember what the house she grew up in looked like, what her father looked like, since no one ever showed her a picture of him, what the air was like in Tokyo, nor the winters there. And it scared her. The girl was absolutely sure that her brother will take good care of her, and she will eventually be able to stand on her own feet, just like an toddler learns to walk, so will she. It will just take time.

''You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.'' Midori whispered the tune this time.

She was sitting on a rock in the garden. The house was empty, she was alone. She was free to do as she wished until graduation. Some nearby living relatives were to check up on her twice, or so, a week, and they did. They asked questions and didn't care for the answers. They did some work and left, wondering when the property would belong to them. It never would, since she and her brother were the inheritors, not some aunt and her husband who were some mythical nephews of her grandmother.

Midori sighed.

She wished to leave this place sooner. The cold house had no trace of the warm childhood memories and nor did the dojo, as it wasn't used anymore. The house- her friend, the dojo- her lover, as Kida had once formulated it. Now she would bid her farewell no both of them. Not today, not tomorrow, but soon enough.

''It's just a matter of time before this house dies along with mother and grandmother.'' The girl told the rock in front of her, as she had no other object, living or inanimate, close to her to talk to. ''Things always come to an end. Maybe not rocks though, as you guys just lay there and simply get buried.''

The girl smiled at the rock, laughing at his immortality. Then a butterfly chose the top of the same rock as it's landing place. It was a simple orange-red-black butterfly. The first one Midori was to see this year. It had something of brown as well. Every time the saw this kind of butterflies she was reminded of fall. The warm colours were the same, and so was the movement. Butterflies were like leaves flying in the air. Escaping humans. To prove her point the girl stretched out her hand, only to find the butterfly not moving, then she put it a bit more closer to it, almost touching it's wings, when it suddenly flew on her hand. She didn't react at all. Midori loved butterflies as they were beings granted more freedom than anyone else. They did as they pleased and faced or escaped whatever came their way. This butterfly decided to face Midori, as it didn't flee from her.

Still staring at the daredevil being on her hand she wondered what to do and as she didn't have anything else to do, she just sat there – after several times of making her position more comfortable - and stared at the butterfly. Time flew by and evening came. The stars came out and Midori glanced up. In that moment the butterfly decided to join the stars and flew up. It's dance like movement was followed by the girls gaze, wishing she could do the same.

''Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.'

The Inui juice incident.

It was a completely normal day in Seigaku. Moderately normal, as no day is completely normal at Seishun Gakuen High-school. It was a day when Inui Sadaharu had come up with a new recipe. A normal day which later on turned into one of the most dreadful days in the history of Seigaku-high, one which was remembered as a day in hell. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?

Let us go back and see what happened on that day, and how this has anything to do with our heroine. It was during her first year. A Thursday. On that day her first lesson was English, during which she tried to daydream, but that was rather hard to do. Her second lesson was math, during which she drew circles and listened to what the teacher was saying, waiting for some information she didn't know. Her third lesson was...well it doesn't really matter, what matters is what happened after the third lesson.

A certain red-head, who resembled a cat and had a habit of saying 'nya', left the classroom and ran for the toilette the moment the bell had rung. A few minutes later his quick galloping in the hallway was heard in the classroom.

''Nya! Horrible news!'' he panted slightly, yet looked as pale as a white sheet.

''Eiji, what's wrong?'' his doubles partner from tennis got up to see if his friend was all right.

''Inui convinced the headmaster, that every student should be given a health drink, created by his new formula!.'' Eiji managed, the room turned silent for a spilt second, during which everyone was processing the information.

''WHAT?'' almost everyone, especially those from the tennis club, yelled.

''This can't be happening,'' Haru murmured besides Midori.

''Huh?'' her friend looked at her, puzzled. ''Who's Inui?'' and was granted a look mixed with horror and amusement.

''He is...''

''Ring, ding, dong,'' the bell silenced Haru and she didn't get another chance to speak, as the history teacher entered and it was too risky to talk during his lessons.

''I'll tell you during lunch. I'll ask Tama to come as well.'' came a note from Haru at one point during the lesson, when the teacher had turned his back. Midori just nodded.

So after some time came lunch and Tama appeared in their class a minute after mostly everyone had left (it was uncool to stay in class for the Yazawa-army). The only people in class were Haru, Midori, Oishi, Eiji, Fuji, some guys and a few girls, who were sitting in the front.

''So then,'' Midori began as Tama had sat down. ''Who is Inui then?'' she asked looking at both of them.

''Inui-san,'' began Haru, ''is the data-man for the tennis club, he calculates everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, with the idea of how it could improve his teams performance. He's like a big calculator in short.''

'That doesn't sound so bad,' the green-eyed girl commented mentally. Tama, as if reading her thoughts added, ''He knows almost everything about everyone from the club and and everyone who has some kind of connection to everyone in the club. And he creates poisonous substances called 'Inui juice'''

''Maa...well I wouldn't call it poison. It's just a harmless juice he makes at home, or at school. No one has died from it.'' Fuji commented as he came up to them.

''Yet'' Haru whispered

He just smiled at her remark, sending her heart trough the ozone. (Haru has a weakness for handsome boys smiles). Ignoring her friends trip to her happy place, Midori eyed the boy suspiciously. She was a person to learn from her mistakes, yet she was also the kind to give a person another chance. Maybe he really did mean good with the manager thing, and just wanted to help her out. Since she had already got her revenge, Midori decided to declare piece with Fuji by staying in her seat and talking to him.

''They are deadly,'' Eiji came up to the group as well, followed by Oishi.

''How does home-made juice have anything to do with poison?'' she asked him.

''You are a naive girl Hoshiwa-chan.'' Tama muttered.

''Huh?'' Midori looked at her in amazement.

Fuji nodded, but he hadn't heard Tamas statement. ''Yes I agree with Hoshiwa-san, the drinks Inui prepares are actually quite tasty, well except for Aozu...''

Everyone in the room paled several notches, except Midori, who was simply confused. ''So wait, is it deadly or not then?''

Fuji said no...

Everyone else screamed yes...

The green eyed girl nodded. ''Has any of you tried it?''

''We've been forced to drink gallons of it nya!'' Eiji hid behind Oishi, scared that Inui might come and try his new formula out on him.

''Wait Eiji, now you're just...''

''So then...'' Midori cut him off ''...you've drunk gallons of this deadly substance and are still alive? How does that work? Do you have several lives?''

''Uhmm...welll...''

''Midori-chan.'' Haru appeared in front of her face, making her appear more serious than ever. ''You need to taste it to believe it, or at least see the body count after Inui-san has tried out his new 'experiments'. After killing you, they revive you a while later with a hangover. A horrible one, which would make you feel like someone ripped your insides out while you were knocked out, then after deciding that they weren't good enough, as the drink had done too much damage, put back.''

Everyone, except Fuji, nodded. Midori paled. ''Then why do you even allow him to make that stuff? Or to be forced to drink it?''

''We have no choice.'' came the answer from everyone.

'I'm seriously happy, that I never joined the tennis club'

''That is very...'' Midori began, but was cut off by the abruptly opened door. An unknown and incredibly tall boy/man stood there with unbelievably thick squared glasses and short black hair. In his hands was a bottle which had a liquid in it, that looked like milk.

''Ah. Eiji, Oishi, Fuji, Amai and Itazura. Konichiwa.'' he greeted them, then looked around the class. ''Where is Tezuka?''

''He went to talk to the coach about something.'' Oishi answered. Inui nodded at this. Then he scanned the room again and his scanner stopped on Midori.

''Hoshiwa-san right?'' he asked.

Midori nodded, mildly afraid of the monotone tone. 'He sounds even more robotic than Tezuka-san'

''Would you like to try out my new health drink?''

'He's trying it on people, who have no idea what they're dealing with ! Nya!' Eiji looked at his classmate, hoping that she would take a smart decision.

''What's in it?'' Midori asked.

''It's a especially-secret-formula-which-no-one-should-know-of.'' came the answer.

''Hmmm...''after thinking for a while Midori looked up to Fuji. ''Why don't you try it, as you like those things.''

''Actually I'd love to, but only one thing.'' he opened his eyes and stared into Inui's glasses ''It doesn't have vinegar in it...right?''

The girl was shocked to see the glasses-man pale a bit. ''No, this is a health drink, not a punishment drink.''

''All right then.'' The tensai closed his eyes and smiled as he took the bottle and a small gulp, then another one, just a bit larger.

''Hmm...''

A few seconds of silence lasted, during which Fuji was trying to understand what he just drank. ''Well yes, it does taste like a health drink. I guess it's safe.'' and handed the bottle to Midori, who took it after wondering what's so scary about it.

''Don't do it Midori.'' Haru whispered in her ear and Tama simply looked at her, hoping that her friend wasn't stupid enough to actually do it.

She was.'If he can do it, why couldn't I?' She took the first gulp, also a small one. After not tasting anything at all, only something that mildly resembled soy milk, she took another, bigger gulp.

When the girl put the bottle down on the table nothing happened, yet the taste of soy milk was more feel-able. Her head started spinning when the taste of soy milk disappeared and a taste of garlic, prunes and cough-medicine entered her mouth. The last thing she felt on the tongue before she fainted was a strange mix of garlic and orange.

She awoke listening to the nurse scolding Inui, for bringing another one in, then telling him not to give another student his fatal-health-drink. All she saw was a white ceiling with one lamp and white-blue curtains around her. Somehow everything seemed so foggy to her at first, that the girl thought the drink had affected her eyes. This proved wrong, when she sat up and the things around her finally cleared up. When her legs landed on the floor Midori felt woozy. Taking a deep breath she managed to get her butt off the bed. At that moment the curtains opened and Fuji stood there, watching her with a blank expression.

''How are you feeling?''

''How do you think I'm feeling when I can't stand on my own two legs properly? You could cheer me up by telling that I missed out on all the lessons''

''Tennis practice just ended.'' he answered

''Huh?''

''It's 5.30 pm''

At this she fell back on her bed, as her legs had finally given in. ''Has my brother called?''

''The nurse called him, telling him that you had to stay in school a bit longer because of some things.''

''Why didn't she mention that I was knocked out by a milk-like liquid?''

''Untactful'' he smiled at her lightly, ''Should I help you get home?''

''No, I can get there by myself.''

''You can barely stand.''

''I can stand good enough.'' she quickly got up, and ignoring the wooziness, walked past him. Beyond the curtains were still standing Inui and the nurse. Inui just nodded, and Midori wondered whether that was an apology or an acknowledgement of her still being alive. She just nodded back and left the room.

At the school entrance, where she put on her outdoor shoes, she noticed Fuji. He went to his shoe-locker and changed his shoes fast enough to be ready before Midori, as she was still wobbling a bit.

In a carefree tone he asked ''Do you need help?''

''No'' she shot back as she finally got the left shoe on and headed for the exit. Fuji did the same.

After a while of him walking next to her she glared at him ''Stop following me.''

''If I was following you I'd be behind you, since I'm walking next to you we're just walking at the same speed towards the same destination.''

''Annoying.'' she muttered and increased the speed. Well...and so did Fuji. At one point she was on the verge of running but that didn't happen as the dizziness won over and Midori slowed down.

''Ne Hoshiwa-san have you finished that essay we have for Monday?''

''Yes.''

''Wow, you sure do homework fast, as the lesson was only yesterday.''

He wasn't granted an answer.

''You are harder to talk to than Tezuka'' Fuji stated.

''What am I supposed to say?'' getting a bit pissed off she asked. ''Yes blah blah blah, I'm an overachiever, blah, blah,blah, blah, thank you very much, blah, blah, blah.''

Fuji nodded.

Midori stared at him for a moment, then decided to ignore his presence, understanding that giving him another chance was a waste of time, as he kept on nagging her. Treating her like a child, who can't find her way home. Well he didn't even know where she lived. Where does that bring us?

He kept on trying to get her to talk to him, using all kinds of methods, but after 15 minutes of trying he gave up and they walked in silence just before arriving in front of Midori's house.

''You have pretty nails.'' Fuji commented.

''Hmm? Why are you suddenly saying that?'' she asked him, then glanced down at the sunflowers drawn on her nails.

''Just because it's true, you live here then?''

''Yes, I told you, you didn't have stalk me, I could have gotten home by myself very well.'' ticked off she turned towards the house, opening the gates, swearing to herself never to talk to this guy ever again.

He chuckled lightly and went past her, towards his own house.

Actually the day in which 60 people were brought to the infirmary, from which 20 had to be brought to the hospital due to horrible nauseous, didn't end all that badly. Maybe not for Midori Hoshiwa, as she was interrogated by her soon-to-be-sister-in-law, as she kept on asking who that 'adorably cute and handsome boy who escorted her home' was. Midori had no idea which part of Fuji was adorably cute though, so it took a while for her to understand what Naoko was talking about.

About the sumo club thing: I won't be writing anything about it besides that which was already stated in the previous chapters. To answer '' But, I'm still wondering what kind of gossip did Midori spread?'' Basically she had a talk with one of the members (who she had helped with English). She told her how Fuji reallllllllly liked girls who could do martial arts, and maybe, that those who could do martial arts had a bigger chance of becoming the manager. I hope that that's cleared up. :D

Thanks to Coco96 and eijilover18 for reviewing so frequently :D (gives a biig cookie to both of you, and a smaller one to all other reviewers :p)

I'll write this kind of short (sort of) stories every now and then, because I feel that putting in massive flashbacks is a bit too tiring, then again I have to explain what has happened in the previous two years. Anyhow, I guess we're done with the 1st year for now and in the next chapter there will mostly be 2nd year flashbacks.

Hope you liked it and hope you will feel like leaving a review (remember you're getting cookies for this :D)

From what I understand is that they enter school in March -(study) July- (holidays)- August. Then at some point there's the winter holidays with Christmas etc. and school ends in April. Am I right? If I am then great *nod* (too lazy to write the dates)

Anyhow the next chapter should come out either this or next Saturday

See you

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