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Tennis

Aomine had thought that that Friday would be a perfectly normal day. Serving detention for sleeping during a lecture, being beaned in the head by Midorima with erasers in class for one reason or another (Aomine swears Midorima gets annoyed at every little thing), being given double drills from Akashi for being the team's freaking ace . . .

You know, just a normal day.

What Aomine didn't expect was jogging to the gym, after receiving yet another detention, to see Akashi standing in front of the gym along with all the starters (a.k.a the Rainbow gang as Njjimura-senpai liked to call them) and Tetsu.

"The gym is closed for renovations. The basketball hoops are being replaced. They happen to need to be replaced far quicker than usual. How strange, this is the second time in three months."

Aomine swears that Akashi is glaring right into his soul then and there.

"The rest of the players won't be attending practice today, but I thought it would be productive if the starters do some exercising."

Akashi produced a pair of tennis racquets from out of nowhere. "We are going to play tennis."

"What the heck am I supposed to do!"

"You are supposed to hit the ball with your racquet, Daiki. I have explained this."

"Still doesn't explain why basketball players are playing tennis!"

"Silence."

The rainbow-haired basketball players had taken over Teiko's tennis courts with the Tennis Club out for a competition. Akashi had refused to listen to any of Aomine's very logical and thought out arguments on why they shouldn't play tennis of all sports.

"You know we can just use streetball courts right, Akashi."

"Shintaro refuses to play on a streetball court."

"What the heck, Midorima!"

"I am not so uncouth as to play on public court, I would much rather play tennis. After all how hard can it be?"

Well it turns out that their naturally athletic skills transferred over to the tennis courts as well. Meaning that an innocent tennis game had completely turned into a massacre with a bunch of teenaged boys trying to hit the balls straight at each others' face.

Kise had apparently had joined a tennis club or something before, so he was no doubt the most experienced in the sport. He could easily switch from an offensive style to a defensive style in a blink of an eye. He took great pleasure in watching Aomine and the rest non-experienced players (except Akashi of course) run around waving the racquets like idiots.

Murasakibara's ridiculous reach meant he basically could block anything from the service line to the net in doubles. He could cover more space if he actually moved from time to time. The purple-haired giant merely stretch his arm to block a hit before going back to his snacks.

Midorima hit constant lobs, which should have been easy to respond to if they didn't somehow manage to strike the baseline everytime without getting out. This made him extremely annoying to play with as if he wasn't already, the green-haired idiot.

Tetsu's immensely soft volleys always land just over the net. The worst thing about this was that it happened extremely often with the many times that someone would hit the ball straight towards him, forgetting that Tetsu was standing there.

Akashi liked to slice the tennis balls; making them curve and bounce all over the place, which somehow always manages to almost hit Aomine in the face. He would think they were accidents if he didn't already know that Akashi never made mistakes.

After a while, Aomine got into the hang of playing tennis. It was actually fun, not as fun as basketball of course, but reasonably entertaining. They played doubles with them switching partners now and then.

Though Aomine feels like Akashi was trying to kill him whenever Akashi served and the ball narrowly misses him. He guesses that this was his punishment for wearing out the basketball hoops so much with his dunks.

"Watch out Kuroko-cchi!"

A tennis ball wildly hit by Aomine was spinning straight at Tetsu's face. As a reflex, the teal-haired boy threw out his tennis racquet at the ball holding it in his Ignite Pass grip. The ball spun back and hit Aomine right in the face.

"Oops."

Aomine swears that he is never going to touch a tennis racquet ever again in his life. (After being carted to the school infirmary knocked out unconscious)

This chapter can be a little confusing if you are not familiar with the rules of tennis, but I still hope that it is reasonably entertaining. If you liked it, please remember to leave a quick review!

- SWP