Thank you all readers for the wonderful reviews! Here where FUJI COMES IN. xD Loves how he just messes up everything! :D Enjoy DEADLY SUNDAY

"Honto Eiji senpai. That boy really did a twist serve like Ryoga-senpai." Momo said the next day to Kikumaru Eiji, 3rd year, acrobat tennis regular. "Wu. That's interesting. Who's the kid?" Fuji, the tensai also came over. "that's the problem Fuji-senpai. I don't know his name"

"Mah if he is that good a player, we'll hear of him soon." Fuji replied. "So tell me. Tell me. What did he look like?" Eiji asked, jumping up and down in excitement.

"hmm." Momo thought. "He was rather short, had a real cocky attitude. Yeah yeah. Much like the freshmen representative this year."

Ryoma had written off the entire match yesterday unforeseen event due to temporary insanity driven by craving for tennis. He had resumed his specs as the freshman representative, nerdy and studious. The racket and ball was kept away in his closet again and the white cap with it.

Ryoga was pretty famous in school, Ryoma soon found out on the second day. He had his own fan club and even his own tennis tournament schedule put up so that the students could go watch him. Everyone who knew the word tennis, knew at least 10 words about Ryoga, the crowned Ou (king) of tennis.

By the end of week, Ryoma knew everything about Ryoga when he was in middle school. He became a regular at junior. At senior level, he became fuku-buchou and brought Seigaku Tennis to the nationals, it was during his senior that someone began to call him Tennis Ou (King of tennis) and it stuck. Although they lost to Rikkaidai at the finals, they returned with cheers and celebration. Now the buchou is Tezuka from class 3C and fuku-buchou is Oishi from the same class.

Tennis was forcefully intruding into Ryoma's life. Moreover, his desk partner was some guy with a loud mouth and 2 years of tennis experience who kept talking about tennis, tennis, tennis and more tennis.

While everyone was becoming excited about sports and tennis in particular, Ryoma was instead completely exhausted by the end of the week due to the constant tennis buzz.

On Sunday, Ryoma tried to escape the tennis buzz at home by going to the library, to read up something, anything but tennis.

Arriving at the library which was just two or three blocks down his classroom, he opened the door to find the place, crowded. Ryoma shrugged. A library with as good facilities as this was expected to be crowded.

He walked aimless down the aisle. Looking at the upper shelves for an interesting read, he accidently, almost tripped over a crouched figure of another male taking some book from the lower shelves. 'Gomen (sorry)' Ryoma muttered.

The male turned to face him. He was rather kind with a kind expression on his face, the type that will worry a lot over nothing. His rather was cropped back short hair and two rather curiously short fringes at his forehead. Ryoma raised a curious eyebrow at this guy's art appeal sense.

"oh I'm sorry too.' He said as he stood up to move out of the way for Ryoma to pass.

"ah… domos." Ryoma said stoically as he passed. That hair, that voice, that body build, is he? The other male thought as Ryoma passed him by. "You are Echizen Ryoma right?" He blurted out suddenly.

Ryoma turned to face the male. "That's right. And who are you?" He asked back in a less than polite tone.

"as I thought!" The male said. "I am Oishi, also from Seigaku, fuku buchou of the chuugaku tennis club." He said, extending his hand for a handshake.

Ryoma cautiously shook his hand.

"You look a lot like Echizen Ryoga senpai." Oishi commented

Ryoma rolled his eyes. Ryoga AGAIN? He thought. "Yeah, he's my brother. Is there anything?" Ryoma asked non-chalently.

"Ehh? No no." Oishi said. "Momo, 2nd of Seichuu. the other day met a super tennis player around your height and age, and since you're related to Ryoga-senpai, we were wondering if it was you."

"No. I don't play tennis." Ryoma replied curtly. Then turning away, he walked off quickly. Mata tennis? (Tennis again?) does Seigaku revolve around tennis or something? Ryoma is starting to miss his elementary school where things were normal.

He randomly chose a book which didn't interest him at all and went to find a place to seat. Just his luck that there was only one more open seat, beside some guy with looks for a model and dreadfully, facing the tennis courts.

"Man, this sucks." Ryoma said under his breath. He sat down beside the amazingly feminine guy and turned to read his book. But the battle on the tennis court soon caught his attention.

At the nearest court was 2 males battling each other. On one end, is a tall guy with some nerdy looking specs and on the other was some scary-faced bandana guy. The tall guy appeared to have no special moves while the other had something called the buggy whip shot.

The ball curve as it was hit, making the opponent run around. Ryoma read about it somewhere before. However the other guy seemed to know where the ball will land and was always a step ahead of him.

"hmmm. Not bad." Ryoma commented under her breath to himself. Not only where they experienced in matches, both had amazing monster stamina. As the game ended with the nerdy guy winning, the other bandana guy then sprinted off into a run. The nerdy tennis player when walked towards the bench and picked up something. It was blue notebook. He began to scribble furiously like it was a matter of life and death to him.

"Eek? Data tennis?" Ryoma exclaimed in mild disgust softly under his breath. If there was one thing that Ryoma hated more than the sport tennis, it was data tennis. He had played against a data tennis player once before when he was in the junior matches 7 and he had lost. That thought left a bitter aftertaste and Ryoma drew his eyes away from the court to return to the book he was holding.

"Good observation, Echizen Ryoma." The prince looking boy suddenly spoke up, startling Ryoma. Ryoma looked up in surprise as his seat partner, the dazzling prince boy smiled back at him. Ryoma froze in shock. How did this guy know his name? Who was this guy? A whirlwind of question flooded Ryoma's mind, but he let nothing show.

"Arh. Domos." He quickly attempted to get up and away from the prince guy somehow he was getting the creeps just by being near this guy.

"Ne Ryoma-kun, don't you need your glasses?" the velvety voice of the prince character called from behind, causing Ryoma momentarily to stop in shock. In a rush, he used his left hand to touch his nose for his glasses. They were there. He got tricked. A fit of anger welled up in him, not at the strange boy but more at himself for getting tricked so easily. Without another word, he left the library.

Heh hey! Ryoma just got himself TRiCKeD! awww.

Soon to come, next chapter: MONDAY MORN! I wonder what Fuji is gonna do with Ryoma's secret...

Shiroi Mi