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Chapter-4

Infuriated

Up the mountains they went, excitement fresh in the air. The Dream Team plus the former ichinen trio, Ryuzaki-sensei and of course, Sakuno and Tomoka, were heading to a training camp together. The kids would be graduating soon, and Tezuka had no intentions of letting Echizen go all old and useless on him. Old and useless, riiight. Tezuka Kunimitsu was now the captain of the Seigaku High Tennis Club, in spite of being a second year. He was all set on taking his team to the top of the high-school circuits as soon as Ryoma got into high-school. And so they went- to meet with their Hyotei counterparts. Yes, Sakaki-sensei had happily accepted the offer to practise with Seigaku once again, as was the tradition. The seniors hadn't changed much. Fuji, as we all know, was still the sadistic prodigy. The Golden Pair now looked really, really Golden, if you know what I mean. Oishi had grown out of his bowl cut and now had hair that reached the nape of his neck and fell over his head in stylish waves. Eiji-senpai no longer looked like a cute cat, but looked like one hell of a sexy feline, nonetheless, what with him having side bangs and all. Tezuka-buchou still had on his characteristic stern expression, but had grown terribly handsome and looked like someone who came out the magazines- they all did, actually. Kawamura- senpai hadn't changed much, but had decided that his life was left incomplete without tennis and had decided to continue with his passion for the sport. Kaido-senpai and Momo-senpai remained the same as well, with the bickering and all. So all in all, the team was the same, except for a few changes here and there.

Sakuno and Tomoka sighed as they were finally done cooking dinner for both the teams, Hyotei decided to camp with them. As loud chatter could be heard in the hall, the girls went about setting the table and readying the cutlery. Sakuno silently made her way to the hall and immediately wished she hadn't, when suddenly, all the chatter had stopped on her entering the room. She felt so little under the stares of all these adolescent, good-looking men that she was sure she'd come down with hypothermia. "Aa! Sakuno-san, what a pleasure to see you here!" said Atobe as he gracefully made his way to her and confidently took her hand and kissed it. Immediately, yelling could be heard on the lines of "Atobe-buchou! You can't just have her to yourself!" "Usu." "Shishido-san! Control yourself! You can't kill the captain!" while the Seigaku members simply sweat-dropped as they looked at the ruckus the other team was creating, when suddenly, all movement stopped as a dark, demonic aura loomed over the hall and everybody turned to look at the youngest prodigy.

He had his cap pulled over his eyes as he slowly made his way towards Atobe, even the King couldn't deny the chills he felt as Ryoma neared. Every soul in the room stood still, in fear of irking the boy further. When suddenly Ryoma burst out laughing uncontrollably. "Ahahahaha! You're kidding right? Have her to yourself?" turning towards the rest of the team, "are you all out of your minds? D'you need me to knock some sense into those heads of yours? Seriously-" he suddenly felt something tug at his shirt sleeve "R-ryoma-kun, it's okay already-" he simply stared her down but was surprised to know she wasn't backing away. As the staring continued, coughs emitted from Oshitari and Tezuka had them break away from the staring contest. Ryoma confidently smirked at all the men as he pointed his racket in front of him "Tch, give me a break, you're all still mada mada dane". Having said that, he proceeded to head out the hall and into the dining room, sullenly plopping himself on one of the chairs at the table. Loud sighs and snickers were heard in the hall as the dark aura had receded. Sakuno nervously laughed and ushered all the boys to have dinner. On their way to the table, nods and grins could be detected on all men as Inui stated, his glasses glinting "Probability of Echizen making a move on Sakuno-chan during the camp, Hyaku percent".

The camp had been going smoothly for the past three days, however, Ryoma had been growing increasingly irritated by the fact that none of the guys stopped their attempts of trying to flirt with Sakuno. They clearly hadn't gotten the message, those block-heads. One time he'd see Shishido trying to trying to talk animatedly with her, while another time he'd find Jirou playing with her hair and asking her if she would be PILLOW. And then there was Atobe, he'd been incessantly asking Sakuno to marry him because he could make her look pretty every day and give her everything she wanted. 'Damn you stupid Monkey King!' Ryoma cursed every time he'd talk to Sakuno, HIS Sakuno. Gakuto was the worst of them all. He'd always hover around her, somersaulting and jumping around like the pink-haired monkey that he was. Could he not see that he made Sakuno uncomfortable? Could NONE of them see it? Che…

Two more days of camp to go and everybody seemed to get increasingly annoying. Ryoma had been spending his practice matches absolutely annihilating his opponents. Sighing he made his way to the kitchen to grab a can of Ponta when he was met with the most infuriating sight of his life. There stood Fuji, giving Sakuno a back hug, all the while nuzzling the crook of her neck. The two didn't seem to notice Ryoma enter the kitchen, or so he thought. He completely missed the evil smirk Fuji had on his lips as he whispered something into Sakuno's ear, when she blushed a tomato red. "N-no Fuji-sempai, R-ryoma-kun doesn't think of me that way! W-we're just friends!" in her flustered state, she'd forgotten the suggestive position they had been in. Ryoma audibly growled as he swiftly yanked Sakuno away from Fuji's hold and gave him his best death glare. "A-ano Ryoma-kun! What are you doing here?" "Sakuno, shut up." Absolutely taken aback by Ryoma's harsh words, Sakuno couldn't help but look like a frightened puppy, as Ryoma continued to glare down at Fuji. Fuji simply continued to smirk at him, his cerulean eyes taunting the Prince. "Saa, Echizen, you interrupted a private moment, it's not manners, you know—"

Oh my god! That guy is so conspiring! =O

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