Kizuka: Sorry for the long wait my loyal fans! It seems that my classes are on hold because of the faculty strike and therefore have a little extra time to kill, so I decided to grace everyone with a well deserved chapter.

Hazumi: About damn time!

Kizuka: I apologized already, no need to hound me.

Hazumi: ….Just get on with it woman!

Tezuka: Will you both be quiet? I'm intrigued by how this whole thing will turn out.

Kizuka&Hazumi: Where did you come from?!

Tezuka: *ignores* They don't own the PoT characters. Just themselves and the other OCs.

Hazumi: *mumbles* Kizuka wished she owned you.

Kizuka&Tezuka: What?

Hazumi: *smiles happily* Oh, nothing. Continue dear readers.

The atmosphere around Seishun Gakuen has turned from pissed to melancholy within the span of a week. Kizuka and Tezuka can barely stand being in the same vicinity of each other which causes major problems with their best friends Fuji Syusuke and Migoto Hazumi. Both are angry and already plotting the demise of the source of the problem.

Narumi Shouji is and has always been a stalker. His love for Echizen Kizuka has become an unhealthy obsession to the point he would kill himself for her. Something is seriously wrong with the boy. He has even stolen Kizuka's chewed gum from the garbage just to put it in a little shrine he's made of her (can you say Helga G. Pataki from Hey! Arnold?). All evidence is recorded by Inui in his menial quest for data. Of course with his help Hazumi is able to put together a log report to finalize her plot. *Evil laughter in background*

~*Kizuka*~

I sit at my desk with a sigh ready to leave and take a nap. That's all I seem to have the energy for. Eat, sleep and, if it's a good day, a few games of tennis. I can tell everyone is worried, especially mom and Nanako who tried to cheer me up after hearing about the situation. I sigh again. I hate making people worry about me when it's not intentional.

The sensei walks in, students immediately settle and begins class just to be interrupted by the door being shoved open revealing a very malicious looking Hazumi. I duck my head behind my math book in an attempt to hide myself, but she zeros in on me like a homing satellite. I can hear her cross the classroom and stand in front of me before she pulls the book away from my grip with a glare.

"Come on. We have work to do." She says simply leading the way out. I stand and follow not really having the energy to argue.

"Migoto-san, class is about to start. You should return to---" she turns and smiles sweetly. Everyone in the room flinches.

"Sen~sei. I assure you, your secret is safe with me." The teacher tenses in fear and nods. I don't ask questions; they get you in trouble with her.

Hazumi drags me to a room I don't remember being there and closes the heavy door behind us encasing us in darkness.

'Heavy? Why is the door heavy?' I slide my palm against it.

'It's smooth and cold. Okay, now I'm officially afraid.'

"Hazu, what is this? Actually, where is this?" I'm sorry I mistakenly asked a question. She takes out a flashlight I didn't know she had and grabs my hand.

"Don't worry we're still in the school." She smiles before guiding me down the steps.

'Steps? Why are there steps here!?' I ask myself afraid to I ask the question aloud.

As we make our way down the steps, I am vaguely aware of the change in wall surface from smooth to prison cell cement block rough. I shiver.

'Where is my friend taking me!?!' I yell mentally ready to run off, but I suspect that to be the reason for her taking my hand.

"Kizu, please hold the flashlight while I open the door." She instructs passing me the modern torch while never letting go of my hand.

"Are you sure we're still in the school?"

"Positive. I found this place, persuaded the principal to lend it to me and then had it renovated."

"Renovated? It looks like a torture chamber.'

"And you take no shame in doing that." I state with a sweat drop. My friend is really a VERY fearsome person. But I guess that can be said for all of us regulars. We are a scary bunch.

Haz opens the door to reveal a somewhat normal-looking but spacious office. There is a desk with a computer a few security cameras that I suppose relay video surveillance to the computer screen. The desk is decorated with Hazumi's signature clutter, a couch on the adjacent wall and a few more comfy chairs in front of the desk. Sadly what surprises me is the man sitting in the desk chair.

"Inui, why are you not in class?" (Code for: why are you with Hazumi?) He looks up from writing in his notebook.

"Ah, Kizuka-san, Hazumi-san asked for my assistance on a particular project." (Code for: Ah, Kizuka-san, Hazumi-san told me what was going on and I thought I could benefit from this opportunity to gather data.)

"S-sou ka." I chuckle nervously and sit on the plush couch.

"Kizuka, the reason I brought you down here is because I caught a blue rat. He is very stubborn, so I thought a little torture was in order." That malicious grin spreads on her face. I dead pan.

"I'm sorry. I don't condone the torture of innocent people, at least, not at the moment." Hazumi glares at me.

"Innocent? INNOCENT!!?!!" she snaps her fingers and a large monitor is lowered from the ceiling behind Inui.

"Show her." She commands. Without a word Inui taps a few keys and delivers a live video feed of the bastard that started all this crap, Narumi Shouji, tied to a chair. I stand up so fast I didn't know I was standing.

"I condone torture! The painfully slow kind!!" My grin matches my friends as we chuckle evilly as we come up with different ways to torture the bastard. It scares even me how the evil aura in the room seems to consume everything.

The door we entered opens allowing Fuji to step into the room. His ever-present smile is in place as he walks toward our small plotting group.

"Well, don't you look a bit more enthusiastic?" He comments patting my shoulder. I nod.

"Yes. With this I can hopefully gain his trust back. It's okay if we're not dating. I just want to be on good terms with him." I say sadly. They look at me then at each other then back to me.

"Let's commence with the torture!" I slump at being ignored.

'I guess dating him is my only choice. Not that I mind.'

-With Tezuka before school (3rd person POV)-

The strict tennis captain from hell has returned with a vengeance. Tezuka wasn't sure if it was just because he felt like making them suffer or to make himself feel better. He was leaning toward the former. He wasn't sure why but every day after practice he felt like a part of his life had been erased. And it had. He would usually have to deal with Kizuka's rapid chattering nonsense but despite everything he would listen. He would silently listen to every word and commit to memory each expression she made with each topic. Especially the topics that made her smile like an idiot.

Tezuka sighs as he walks to school the next morning as he reveled in his never-ending thoughts. He is so preoccupied with them that he doesn't hear his best friend calling until a hand lands on his shoulder.

"Tezuka? You okay? I've been calling you for the last five minutes. You almost walked pass the school." Says Fuji concerned. Eyes wide, Tezuka looks up to find that he had, indeed, almost walked pass the school. He shakes his head a little and gives the Tensai a rare small smile.

"I'm fine, Fuji. Just deep in thought." He answers and walks up to the school grounds. Fuji returns the gesture with a grin of his own.

"I understand. Thinking about Kizuka and all can be a bit mind consuming." Tezuka stills and blushes at the accusation, giving himself away. Fuji chuckles and shrugs walking into the school. With one last heavy sigh, the stern captain heads to his locker to get ready for class.

When he enters homeroom, a strange feeling consumes him causing a shiver to run down his spine.

'Something is coming; a formidable force to be reckoned with.' His brain goes into overdrive trying to figure what can possibly cause such a feeling.

His gaze moves to his ex-girlfriend only to see that she looks like death. His expression softens and the urge to hold her, comfort her, and lecture her builds but he does everything he can to ignore it. They were over and nothing could change the feeling of mistrust and betrayal. Then a thought pops into his mind's eye causing him to groan. He's positive the strange feeling is somehow connected to the purple annoyance known as Migoto Hazumi.

As the instructor begins to start class, the said devil makes her appearance. Fortunately she only stays to collect Kizuka, who looks anything but happy, and exits after vaguely threatening the teacher. Tezuka sighs tiredly.

Why does he know such strange people?

-With Ryuzaki (3rd POV)-

Ryuzaki Sumire sits in her office silently thinking. She has just finished conversing with the Hyotei coach about a very tense subject. Her next course of action will definitely cause some disruption, but she believes that everything, including the rough situation between her two captains will work itself out; at least she hopes.

At that moment the young male captain decided to grace his presence as if sensing her about to call for him. She gave him a soft smile and head nod in acknowledgment which he returned.

"Tezuka, you have impeccable timing. I want you to look over something. I think it will benefit you." She said and passed the pamphlet across the oak wood desk. The stern captain took one glance at it and didn't know what to make of it.

'This will bring some kind of trouble, I just know it.'

-Kizuka-

This is the song that never ends,

It goes on and on, my friends.

People started singing it, not knowing what it was,

And people kept singing it forever just because...

The horrified screams of Shouji fill the room. I sigh in satisfaction. This is the best torture I could have ever thought of and thanks to my best friends I am able to see it in action. I signal for Fuji to press the pause button on the iPod and as he does so, signal for Inui to get ready to write. I watch as the silence in the room is broken by Hazumi setting down an opaque bottle of liquid to refresh our victim just out of his reach. I smile.

"You must be parched. If you want something to drink, then you have to answer a few questions. Got it?" he nods.

"Good. Now, your little scheme last week really hurt a lot of people. So, just answer me this: why me? Why sabotage Tezuka and I's relationship?" It was silent for a moment before he swallowed and looked down at the table in total defeat.

"It's because he's perfect. He doesn't talk to anyone, yet he gets all the girls to fall in love with him. Then you come along. The most beautiful creature to ever walk our halls and in a span of a couple of weeks he has you wrapped in his arms! It makes me sick!" At some point the stalker's attitude had turned for the worst and he began thrashing around like no tomorrow.

"That really doesn't tell us much." States Inui bluntly waiting for something mildly more interesting than an insane person going on a rampage. I sighed.

"Besides the fact that he is amazingly gorgeous and the epitome of the term 'Student Athlete', what is the root of this problem?" I asked calmly. Shouji stopped thrashing and the room went still. The next thing we know is the bastard is breaking down in tears. Gawd, he has mood swings like a pregnant woman.

"It happened in freshmen year. He wasn't so well known, but he still had that perfectionist aura. He aced every test, got an A on every assignment and played every sport like he was born to play them! Sasaki Katsumi was my girlfriend at the time. She was my world, but one day she came up to me and broke it off. She told me 'I'm in love with Tezuka-kun and I'm going to confess to him. Sorry, but it's over.'" We all sit in awed silence. A minute and a half later Hazumi and Fuji burst out laughing, Inui grinned and I chuckled behind my hand. As the first to come to my senses, I composed myself and folded my hand in front on me on the table, but a small smile broke through.

"So, what you're saying is---" I begin, but am rudely cut off by my best friend.

"You're jealous because some girl chose to be with an overly mature boy compared to a creepy weirdo stalker! You're hilarious kid," spouts Hazumi continuing to go into hysterics.

"You are a pitiful addition to the male species." Says Inui pushing up his glasses and standing to walking out of the room. Fuji quickly follows behind the data player, snickering all the while. I stand push the bottle toward the pitiful stalker. Just as he reaches for the container I pull it back toward me and lean forward in a menacing, intimidating manner. He was not going to get away with his antics without harsh punishment. This is only the beginning.

"You are an ass with no life. Just because you had the misfortune of being broken up with doesn't mean you take it out on an innocent party. You don't even know anything about Tezuka. He is a completely complex person who has hidden his true self away for so long he became an anti-social….ugh! What is that word I'm looking for?"

"Turd?" Offered Hazumi.

"No."

"Asshole?"

"…Nah."

"Douche bag?"

"Better, but not quite there."

"Fuck-tard?" She sighs in impatience. I snapped my fingers in realization.

"That's the one! So as I was saying, he hid his true self away from others and became an anti-social fuck-tard because people expect too much of him. When I met the guy he had so many flaws that it drove me up a wall but I learned to accept those flaws and in return he showed me his true self. His smiles are what I looked forward to in the day. I looked forward to our constant arguments, our playful banters, hell! I miss the reprimanding gazes he would give when he didn't approve of my actions toward someone." I am so caught up in the memories that I don't realize the flow of tears trailing down my face. I stare Shouji in the eyes.

"You took what little happiness I had away from me. I may be beautiful, smart and athletic but my life has not been all sunshine and daisies. I've been to hell and back quite a few times and when I came here I thought I'd find what I'd been missing. And I did, only to have it ripped apart by petty jealous kids." I sit the bottle down within his reach and exit the room heading straight for the couch. I throw myself into its leather cushions wiping away the unwanted tears.

Minutes later Hazumi exits the room followed by a piecing scream before everything goes silent again. We gaze at her questioningly but she only shrugs nonchalantly.

"What? He deserved it." I shake my head with a small smile.

"What would I do without you?"

"Rot in self pity." I stare at her.

"It was a rhetorical question."

"I know, but I had a clear answer that needed to be said."

-Tezuka (3rd POV)-

It was after school and Tezuka didn't know what to do with his self. His worry levels were on full blast, but wasn't entirely visible on his visage. Only the subtle flicker of his eye movements gave him away, if one actually took enough time to observe the stoic captain. There are only two people unoccupied enough at the moment to fall into that particular category, one being the motherly Oishi.

"Tezuka, daijoubu ka?" His concern grew as his captain ignored his light interrogation of his well reason the small concern turned into an all out panic of Tezuka taking a vow of silence and travelling overseas to become a monk. Everyone ignored him.

The other person to notice his strange actions was completely by chance and due to his loud obnoxious voice had keyed in everyone in the vicinity as well.

"Hoi, Hoi! Tezuka! Daijoubu ka?!" The stern captain winced before shaking his head and going straight for the locker rooms. When he reached the door he stopped turned and gave the team a glare.

"If I'm on the courts before you all, I'm adding laps." That simple sentence had them all sprinting into the locker room and making changes that would make superheroes jealous. Using this diversion Tezuka took his sweet time getting dressed deep in thought. He would have to tell the team of his decision. It could be an appropriate opportunity to break away from the mess created by his ex. Yes, that was a definite plus.