The First Lesson

AN: There, three incredibly short chapters, that's all I have for today. (Just discovering the new world of fanfics)

Gotta get to reading some actually good fanfics! Which means fanfics that anyone else other than I have written! And thrill pair fanfics, which I'm not talented enough to pull off... Or anything, actually... Sorry for the babbling!

Akari began to doubt her decisions more and more as she dwindled over to her mother's classroom after school the next wednesday. Was she making a terrible mistake, deciding to take on that arrogant tennis boy?

Ryoma began to dread the lesson more and more as the time drew near.

"Nya! Ochibi-san! Hahahahaha! He's taking lessons from another girl!" Eiji pounced on Ryoma.

"Ki…Kikumaru-senpai…"

"Sorry, sorry. But it's just too funny! Nya, Fuji, did you hear? Ochibi's taking after-school history lessons from another freshman!" Eiji doubled over laughing as Fuji smiled.

"Oh, that Akari? You guys would look cute together," Fuji teased as Ryoma listened, wanting to break the nearest window.

"Se-senpai, please… It's bad enough," Ryoma grumbled as he made his way down the hallway, parting with Eiji and Fuji to get to his lesson.

"Good luck," was what Ryoma heard Fuji-senpai say with a smile behind his back.

"Nya! Momo! Did you hear-" As Ryoma heard Momo's booming laughter, he began to run for the classroom, not wanting to encounter his teammates again. Mrs. Asato pointed him down to an empty classroom where she had sent her daughter.

Akari was sitting there before Ryoma, spinning a pen with her fingers. When Ryoma walked in, looking everywhere but at Akari, both of them felt awkward as hell. But, as much as Akari hated to admit it, Echizen was hot. Hot. His white cap half-concealed his face, and he was in normal school uniform, which was just as sexy as his tennis regular's uniform. No wonder so many girls squeaked over him. I'm not like that, and I will never be, Akari reminded herself. She was a poor student stuck as a tutor.

"Let's just get through this, Echizen," Akari said with a sigh. "I want to be here just as much as you do- as I said before, you better work your ass off. You are getting that B- in the next midterms."

"Hmmph." That was Ryoma's reply.

"Open to page 21," Akari tried a commanding teacher's voice. Ryoma did not comply.

"Hey, ope-"

"Don't have the book with me," Echizen cut in as soon as Akari was about to repeat the request. Akari was appalled.

"Here I am, stuck in a classroom because of you, and you-" Akari couldn't even finish her sentence. "Fine, for today we'll just have to share mine. Come to this side of the table."

Shoot, Ryoma thought. Plan fail.

As minutes went by, Akari lectured as Ryoma looked out the window.

"Echizen? Echizen… the significance of this event is…? Echizen!"

"Huh?" Echizen had woken up from a Karupin daydream.

"You're not really trying, are you." Akari said.

"Oh no, obviously I'm thrilled to be taking lessons from you." Ryoma replied, his natural sense of twisted humor taking over, still refusing to make eye contact.

"You know, Fuji-senpai gave me some advice yesterday about you…" Akari hinted. Ryoma gulped and looked at Akari. Fuji-senpai? That was a little dangerous.

"He said if you refuse to listen, he always has some juice samples he could treat you to. God knows what that means, but since Fuji-senpai said it, it must work, hmm?" Akari said, leaning closer to Ryoma with a dangerous smile that was not unlike Fuji's.

"Uh… hm… So the significance is…"