Sorry for not updating in forever. There really are no excuses for this one, so I'll just pretend the giant hole of no updates never happened and just keep writing alright? The voting period isn't over yet (simply because there are so many plot holes in my story) so if you want ryo-baby to get together with a certain someone just put it in a review.

Please review! It's the second happiest thing that can happen to me, the first being ownership of Pot.

Which leads to the whole standard "PoT doesn't belong to me, please don't sue me" disclaimers apply, no matter how sad it makes me.

I swapped rackets again. An hour later I had given up swapping rackets (seeing as I had only gone through three. I stopped when I got to Niou's. At that point I just stared at the racket and laughed.) I wondered what happened to all of my rackets. Had the others kept them as memoirs? Or were they all forgotten or up on eBay by now?

I was out of energy again…guess Seiichi didn't calculate a couple games of tennis into those two days. I lost conscious, but I still know that I should have cleaned my room because I fell right on top of Atobe's racket. Pure hard gold…it was so ironic, I would have laughed.

Irony seems to rule my life. Or ruin it, however you want to see it. Either way, when I woke up, the room was "clean" and absolutely purple.

"Ore-sama sees that the brat has woken up" a flick of silverfish-purplish hair, and a a pompous aura filled the room within seconds.

"What the hell are you doing here, Monkey King?" I practically yelled. "And how the hell did you get in?"

"Ore-sama is Ore-sama. That is all you need to know," he flicked his hair yet again. "And besides you ought to be thanking Ore-sama. Not only is he gracing you with his presence, but Ore-sama also had his servant's clean up your mess of a room."

I sighed. "Shut up, stop babbling, and tell me why you really came here."

"Yukimura called and threatened me."

"Fair enough." It was scary that Seiichi's influence reached even "the great Atobe Keigo" but I was kind of glad that I didn't have to wake up to more bad memories.

"You kept it." Atobe suddenly blurted out.

For a second I was confused, but then again I usually was confused or unconscious these days. Then I realized he was talking about his tennis racket, his solid gold tennis racket. Stupid Monkey King.

"Of course I did. If I didn't, you'd probably call me and yell at me for not keeping such a heavy, useless, and unnecessarily bright object. Baka Monkey King."

Atobe frowned, and for a moment I understood why Buchou had been so willing to date the Monkey King so long. Of course, once I regained control of my brain I erased the last fifteen seconds from my existence and mentally slapped myself.

Just to be safe.

"Ore-sama believes you have just insulted him." I snorted, no duh! "Ore-sama is not happy with this conjecture. And Ore-sama demands an apology."

I laughed. "No wonder Seiichi asked you of all people. He should have known your idiocy would wake me up. After all, I'm not one to miss a chance to poke fun at a certain silver haired, overly pompous, ego head."

He looked shocked at first, then smiled. "Glad to know the brat is feeling better."

"No smart remarks?" I questioned, sure that my eyebrow must have arched upwards at least have a mile.

He smirked. "Blame Seiichi."

"Kuso!" I cursed. "That pretty boy takes away all of my fun! And all of my kills! Fucking joy-killer." I punched the air, glad that I had a really high ceiling. Then I promptly flopped onto the bed, thoroughly exhausted.

"Come on," the Monkey King motioned to me. "The joy-killer asked me to bring you to restaurant to meet him afterwards. Obviously, I wan't the only one to notice that a certain someone has been losing weight recently."

"Maybe I just don't want to get fat like a certain someone." I threw back at, even though I knew he was far from fat. Toned body, nice muscles, and a butt almost as nice as Seiichi's. Hey what can I say, I'm gay, remember?

The indignant Monkey King flicked my forehead. "Or maybe someone has been turning into a real girl recently." Damn him, don't remind me of the whole "cute little uke" definition. "Next thing you know, you'll be getting boobs."

I gave him the bird. Or the finger. Whatever you want to call it. He smirked. "At least it explains your infatuation my both my ass and fucking." All Right, that called for a good ass-kicking.

I jumped off the bed, my legs posed in a beautiful flying kick, and landing perfectly on his perfect ass. "Mada Mada Dane," I called out as I walked outside, somewhat re-energized from my nap. "Seiichi has a better ass anyways."

And with that I walked out of the room, leaving the old, monkey king, pervert to his own thoughts.

An hour later, I found myself in a crowded restaurant filled with foods that I didn't feel like eating. And sitting across from people I didn't feel like seeing right now.

"Why the hell are we in a private room for like 50, Seiichi?" I gave him a look that said, "If Syuusuke is here, I will murder you."

He smiled, the evil sadistic one that said, "Live with it."

This was so not going to be good.

Moments later, a huge crowd of people walked into the room. A complete gathering of the old tennis teams was seated before me. And I do mean, a complete gathering, from Fudomine to Rikkaidai, to Jyosei and all the broken up couples that didn't want to see each other.

This was so not going to be good.

Sorry it's so ridiculously short, but I have a whole bunch of stories with readers that hate me for not updating. So if I promise to update sooner than usual, will you forgive me?

Please review, and please please tell me where you want this story to go, because frankly I have no idea myself. Haha. I'm a fail for an azn AND a fail for a writer.