"93!"

"DOWN!"

"94!"

"DOWN!"

"95!"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU! DOWN!"

"96!"

"LET'S GO PEOPLE! DOWN! DO YOU WANT TO WIN NATIONALS THIS YEAR?!"

"97! HAI! BUCHOU/KIZUKA-SAN!"

"DOWN! I DON'T THINK YOU DO!"

"98! WE DO!!"

"DOWN NAMI AND EIJI OR WE WILL START OVER!!"

"99!! DON'T GIVE UP YOU TWO!!"

"I'M NOT DOING THIS ALL OVER FOR TWO PEOPLE!"

"WHAT THE HELL KIND OF COMMENT IS THAT!? DOWN!!! AND HOLD IT WHEN YOU COME UP."

-After Morning Practice
3rd POV-

"Man, Kizu-neechan was brutal this morning!" exclaims Momo rubbing his sore muscles. The others nod tiredly.

"Yeah, and the worst part of it all is that we can't even talk bad about her. She was doing it with us." sighs Juni leaning on Eiji for support.

"No wonder the girl is skinny and fast." They all sigh dramatically at the comment, not noticing that one person has moved stealthily from the group and to their destination inside the school building.

"The plan will be executed afterschool at approximately 3:00 pm. Haha...this will be fun!" they rub their hands together deviously while grinning evilly.

'I can't wait to see the outcome.'

-My POV Lunch-

"Ne, Fuji-nii, have you seen Hazumi?" I ask. I haven't seen her all day and I have something to talk to her about. I don't know why, but I'm starting to feel insecure when she's not around bugging me or something along those lines.

'Maybe she's...Nah! People like her don't get sick.' I reason mentally before listening to Fuji's answer.

"Actually, she's at the California film fest. She won't be back for 2 days." I blink then sigh.

"Oh."

'When I actually NEED to talk to her she goes off to America.' I grumble mentally. I go to get up and throw away some trash still mumbling about Hazumi's sudden disappearance when I bump into someone. I stop my rant and look at the person to apologize but I am greeted with a bow and the blue hair catches my attention. I step back a bit in alarm.

'What in the seven pits of hell is he doing here?!'

"Narumi?"

"Sumimasen, my hime, but I have a favor to ask." I blink in surprise.

'Favor?'

He looks up when I don't respond taking in my confused expression.

"I'll understand if you say no but I just wanted to know if you could tutor me afterschool today." he looks away shyly, fidgeting.

"I'm failing American Literature and the sensei recommended I come to you for help."

"Really?"

"Hai."

"I don't know if I can. I have practice with both the guys and girls tennis club." I tell him trying not to hurt his feelings.

"Onegai? I promise to only take up a half hour of you time." he begs putting his hands together as if her were praying. I sigh, what can go wrong with a 30 minute tutor session.

"Ok. Right after school, in room 3-A. Got it?" I say finally throwing away my trash. He nods happily, thanking me even as I walk away. I walk back over to the table and lay my head down to rest. Instinctively Kunimitsu rubs my back affectionately. I can see the worry in his eyes without even lifting my head. *smirks* Yeah, I'm psychic.

"Daijoubu ka, Kizuka?" he asks drawing the others attention.

"If she's sick does that mean that there is a possible chance we won't have practice?" asks Mika hopefully, the others following her lead in hopeful looks. My head snaps up with a dark smirk.

"You're not getting out of training that easily." they all gulp and shrink back afraid to even think about what they're in for later today. I would have thrown in the evil laugh if Nami hadn't started to cry looking like the cute little lolita-chan holding her teddy bear. Looking at her almost made me want to cancel practice. Almost. I narrow my eyes.

"Not a chance lolita-chan." I say monotonous. They sigh.

"Well it was worth a shot."

We all head back to class for the 2nd half of lessons. On the way I was having a heated debate in my head on whether I should go to sleep or not but Kunimitsu totally squashed that idea with his 'mind reading' and smooth talk, so I just opted to sing Disney songs all class hour to keep myself occupied, he didn't say anything else.

After a long and useless lecture on Adverb and Adjective use, the bell rings. I jump up excitedly, packing my things haphazardly in my bag, and get ready to jet out the door but a thought pops in my mind, I groan. Kunimitsu walks up to my melonchalic form.

"What's wrong, Kizuka?" he asks, I wave my hand dismissively.

"Nothing, I'll be down later. Make sure they do their laps and stuff. I have a tutoring session." I say and walk off to the designated room. When I arrive Shouji is already waiting patiently in a seat near the window. Stepping into the classroom I walk over and slap the book loudly upon the desk causing him to jump. I smirk.

"Ok, let's get this half hour over with." I say sitting on top of the desk and opening the book to the right page.

"American Literature---"

"You know, Kizuka-hime, I didn't get a chance to tell you this morning, but you look very beautiful today."

"Uh...yeah, thanks." I raise a brow confused by his behavior. He smiles at me standing up and moving over to me.

"We need to get this over with so I can go, Narumi, sit down!"

"I've always loved you Kizuka-hime. Ever since you came here, your beauty has ensnared not only me but also those such as Tezuka-san. I cannot deny that I've wanted you for myself---"

"Narumi what are you talking about?" I ask slightly worried about the lustful look in his eyes as her moves closer. He gets so close that I have to push him away.

'What the flip is he talking about? I'm so damn confused.' I think.

By this time he is so close he begins to touch me, inappropriately might I add. I glare harshly pushing him away.

"Personal bubble fully invaded! Sawaranaide!!(Don't touch me!!) What you see is not for you asshole!!!!"

-Tezuka POV-

I walk out of the locker room running into the petite form of one of my girlfriend's best friends: Hoshikari Isabelle. The thought of who my girlfriend is tutoring aroused.

'She might know.' I think.

"Hoshikari-san?"

"Oro, Tezuka-san, nani?" she asks innocently, her tablet computer in hand.

"Do you know who Kizuka is tutoring?"

"Tutoring? Ano..." she trails tapping her chin in thought.

"I'm not sure but I think it was Narumi-kun. He was talking to her at lunch when she was throwing away her trash. She did tell me she would be in room 3-A if we needed anything." she shrugs. I nod.

"Arigatou." I begin my trek to room 3-A, eyes narrowed slightly.

'If I remember correctly, Narumi is the President of her fan club. He is too suspicious.' I think to myself not noticing the figure beside me.

"Tezuka-kun!" The blond figure nearly knocks me over with her momentum as she clings to my arm. I push up my glasses attentively.

"Mikaru, what are you doing?"

"Spending time with my true love." she smiles snuggling closer.

"Where is he? And shouldn't you be at practice?" I ask subtly trying to get her away from me. She doesn't take the hint.

"If our captain isn't there, why should I be?" she questions, I sigh continuing my way to room we arrive I pause hearing raised voices, not Kizuka's normally raised voice either. I narrow my eyes bracing myself before opening the door.

-My POV-

I continue to yell and push him away but he doesn't let up.

"Get away from---" I am cut off by Narumi's lips unexpectedly crashing rudely onto my own. Unfortunately, for more than one person in the room, the door slides open to reveal my silently enraged boyfriend.

Tezuka Kunimitsu + Silent Rage = Not Good For Anyone

With a very hard kick to the groin and shove, to the point where I fall on the floor, the feeling of shame and embarrassment floods my body. I stand slowly and glance at Kunimistu to see him standing so still that you would think him a statue.

"Kunimistu I---" I start trying to put together an accurate explanation of what just happened.
Without a word and a menacing glare on his glasses he steps forward walking smoothly to Narumi before pulling back his arm and punching the fan boy right in the jaw. I gasp.

'That was his left arm. If he overexerts that arm it'll be useless.' I think frantically. 'I have to stop him!' Gaining the courage to move I run over to him just as he pulls his arm back for another punch. I grab a hold of that arm to stop him from continuing to beat the poor boy although he deserves it.

"TOMARE!! Onegai Kunimitsu, tomare!" I yell nearly on the verge of tears in fear that he was going to kill the kid. He stops long enough for Narumi to run away, well limp away, but he still doesn't look at me. I let go and step back.

"Doushite?..."

"'Doushite?' Wakarimasen.(I don't understand.)" I reply softly not wanting to make him even more upset.

"Why did you protect him?" he asks his fists balling at his sides as he stares blankly ahead.

"Protect him!? I'd prefer you beat the bastard black and blue and rot in hell for all eternity! Anyway that's not what I was doing. I was...I was protecting you from hurting your already injured arm." I explain.

"A likely story." he mumbles, I glare at him taken aback by his comment.

"You doubt me? I thought trust was fundamental in a relationship!" I retort my voice rising in anger by his lack of trust in me. I huff crossing my arms in annoyance.

"I'm outta here. I'm going home. No sense in me going to practice with someone who doesn't trust me." I mumble gathering my things quickly and rushing out the door. A pair of ice blue eyes watches eagerly as my fuming form walks hastily out of the school.

"Poor Kizuka, the fun's only just begun!" [insert evil laughter]