(I don't own Prince of Tennis!)

Chapter 37 – Heart Matters?

After the match, Isane quickly headed off home to change and freshen up. Her hair slapped on the sides of her face as she rushed madly out of the shower. Clothes were thrown on her bed while she quickly threw out whatever perfume or cologne she could find. The sniper dug her drawer for her brush as she tried to fix her ruffled short silver hair. Her phone lay on her bed also, illuminated as it said:

I've gotten permission to kidnap you for the day. Hope you don't mind. –Niou Masaharu

Isane gulped as her face became beet red at the thought of what he may have done to get her to go out on a Friday. Her dad strictly enforced the rule that his kids shouldn't be going out on Friday's and usually her brothers managed to violate this rule because of one simple thing: police work. The eldest, Itachi often had to head out every Friday to patrol and the younger brother decided to join him. Isane preferred staying home and every possible way of trying to convince her dad to let her out seemed impossible.

So, what did he do that she couldn't or didn't?

However, the silver haired regular glanced at the photo from the newspaper showcasing Hyotei's newest talents. She purposely cut it out for inspiration and one regular there had a big red circle around him. Isane let out a sigh while taking a look at the photo mournfully. There, the capped regular of the Silver Trio stood out still with his long hair and the others standing next to him for their photo. Atobe of course took most of the attention with him staying on one side.

I guess I never really had a chance with him now did I?

"He smooth-talked dad," a voice came from the door, revealing a tall silver haired male. "Hey, what's with the sad face? You can't show your date that."

Isane gulped while taking a step back from her older brother while changing the subject. "You're serious, nii-sama?"

"No kidding," he sheepishly chuckled. "He's pretty smart to know how to press dad's buttons. "He was all 'I-hope-you-don't-mind-that-I-will-bring-your-daughter-out-to-a-swanky-restaurant'. Dad's been trying to get you to date someone for a long time now. He's been all – "my sons are trying to get themselves killed and my daughter is the only one who's sane"."

Isane sighed while putting on a pair of earrings. "Well, how do I look?"

"Can I say that I will shoot your date if he tries something funny," Itachi raised an eyebrow at Isane who pouted. "What? I'm being honest! As a police officer, I have every right to reinforce the law."

Isane sighed while looking away. "This is why I'm scared to get a date, nii-sama. He'll die before he gets home."

"Come on, I'm your older brother," Itachi whined while folding his arms. "Don't I have overprotective rights?"

Isane laughed as she saw the childish pout on her older brother's face. Despite Itachi being in the police force, he still had the attitude of a child. Unlike his sister, Itachi had long hair which he often had in a ponytail which a lot of girls loved to take note of. Isane recalled the times when he still studied in Hyotei Gakuen as the captain of the shooting range club. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine!"

"Sure you'll be, you're still swooning over the other guy who rejected your chocolates last year," Itachi face palmed as he gave the handbag to her. "I put your air-soft pistol in there."

Isane looked in with a sigh. "Nii-sama, you didn't have to..."

"I know that but if he tries anything funny you can just shoot him," Itachi sighed while opening the door. "Don't use it until you need to."

Isane laughed sheepishly until she found Niou Masaharu at the gate in an outfit that earned him swoons from almost every girl that passed by.

Oh my God, Isane gulped as she fought the heat rushing up to her face.

Niou smirked as he extended his hand to the tall lanky girl with a smooth drawl. "Shall we go, Isane-chan?"

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Momo, inhaling deeply, drew her sword slightly as she glanced at the leaves in front of her. With this, her dark eyes narrowed as Momo jumped forward with a swing and had the leaf split into two. Relaxing her shoulders, the Shinigami took a seat in front of the pond as the Cherry Blossoms started floating by. Nanako's words echoed in her ears but the Shinigami exhaled sharply as she managed to slow her breathing a bit.

"I didn't know you were continuing," a deep voice caused Momo to snap her eyes open.

Momo laughed softly although lacing her voice with a bit of frost, nearly drawing out her sword. "I didn't know you would go to my dorm for a visit, Sanada Genichirou."

The Rikkai Dai vice captain frowned with a snort. "You're pathetic..."

"Well, you are the Sanada's 'Ace Card'," Momo shrugged nonchalantly before standing up with her blade in hand. "To them, I'm just a woman who can be another baby carrier."

Shaking his head distastefully, Sanada extended his hand with a letter. "This is from the family. Auntie and Uncle also send their regards to you to have success in every endeavour you have."

My parents, Momo raised an eyebrow as she opened it. "Oh, I haven't heard from them in awhile."

"They miss you," Sanada flatly stated. "Ever since you moved into Hyotei, they've been quieter at family dinners."

Momo narrowed her eyes back at the male, fixing her hair. "Less is more."

As she scanned the letter, Momo glared holes into it as her eyes slightly narrowed more with her forehead creasing. With one smooth move, she tossed it into the air and slashed it into four pieces while letting it be destroyed in front of Sanada.

"What did it say," Sanada raised an eyebrow at Momo.

The lavender haired female simply turned away from him. "Once you let them pinion your wings, you can never get them back."

Sanada bent down as he pieced together again the letter to find out the contents until the sword pinned down the last piece.

"What did it say," Sanada repeatedly coldly.

Momo glared at him, turning away. "It is none of your business."

"It's rare to see you flamed up," Sanada folded his arms while raising an eyebrow. "Most of the time it's about you..."

"Getting engaged to some other man who owns a dojo and must have at least three children and one must be a boy to carry the name," Momo gripped her sword tightly as she smoothly sheathed it back. "I may belong to a traditional family but that does not mean I am bound by their rules. I am not some baby carrier."

Sanada stared at the stabbed portion as he placed it in the trash can. "Running away does not solve anything."

"Do you think crawling back does," Momo coldly retorted back. "I do not intend to return to the family that shunned me in place of everything else."

Sanada let a smirk twitch on his lips. "You're being childish – you just want attention, don't you?"

"I wanted freedom," Momo pointed her sword at him with a dark gaze. "If I sought nothing but attention, that would make me unfitting to even have name 'Sanada Momo'."

However, a knock came from the door as a cheery voice came from the other side of the door. "Momo-chan, you ready to go? Lucky~, I get to play a game with Momo-chan today!"

Sanada froze at the sound of the voice before his gaze darkened. "Do I know who that is?"

Momo brushed past him as she placed her sword back into the bag. "Who I go with doesn't seem to be part of your duties, 13th head of the Sanada family – Sanada Genichirou-sama."

"I am not talking to you as the head," Sanada's gaze somewhat softened. "I'm talking to you as a cousin..."

Momo stopped in her tracks before turning to look at him. "We nobles should not even have any emotions."

"Yet we are humans so we have the right to express," Sanada countered while trying to see who was beyond the gate, although he had a feeling he knew who it was. "He's known to be a playboy, Momo."

Momo chuckled lightly as she went to the door, slinging over her tennis bag. "Yet I was known as the failure, the runt of the Sanada Family – the weak link yet here I am."

Sanada did not say anything as Momo went out the gate.

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Shizuru on the other hand strolled around quietly as she tried to find a good place to play. Wincing at the pain her leg was in, the captain managed to pull over while recalling Naomi's words.

"DO YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE THAT GLORY AWAY FROM ME? I'M THE ONE WHO MADE YOU WHO YOU ARE TODAY, KURENAI SHIZURU! YOU ARE THE BRAT WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND...!"

Those words screamed in her mind as Shizuru tried to shake them off. While walking, she soon heard the explosions of tennis balls being hit. As she got to the tennis courts, there was Fuji hitting the ball over and over again. The shots became much stronger and faster as he gave it top spins and even faster shots than ever.

"Wow," Shizuru stared in awe. It takes me so much effort and this guy is doing it as if it doesn't bother him at all.

At this, he stopped as he turned to face Shizuru. "Saa~, it's been awhile Shizuru-chan."

Shizuru froze at the silkiness of his voice. "Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you..."

"It's alright," Fuji smiled as he beckoned her to take a seat. "Would you like to rally with me after?"

Shizuru pulled out her racquet with a smile. "I don't see why not."

As soon as Fuji finished up, Shizuru took her place on the other side. The tensai started off with the underhanded serve to which Shizuru responded with a quick volley in front but when Fuji too increased his pace, Shizuru suddenly started stumbling. The female captain slipped and nearly skidded across the court. Fuji opened his eyes with a small smirk; Shizuru went on and on as her right leg started protecting her left leg from exerting too much effort. Her shots contained only ground shots as of now as he soon found himself running around.

Like Tezuka, Fuji chuckled inwardly as he sent another deep shot. Their ideologies are almost the same if not completely.

"Now I see what this is," Fuji smiled causing Shizuru to snap her head up. "How close do you think you are to the truth?"

Taking another forehand, Shizuru raised an eyebrow at the tensai. "What do you mean?"

"Would you believe a person if he told you that he loves you," Fuji's eyes gazed at her more sharply. "Would you try to understand how he thinks of you?"

Shizuru pummelled another shot down the line. "I would believe but not try to understand..."

"Oh," Fuji's smile became wider. "Why is that?"

Shizuru let out a bitter smile. "It's because it's his reason and I feel that I would violate his privacy. That's all there is to it."

Calm, collected and respectful, Fuji nodded while an image of Tezuka and her together appeared in his head. Interesting thought – she's the only one who's managed to get a few words out of him instead of a monosyllabic response. I may have had but she's a girl. It's a different category.

A thump snapped Fuji out of his thoughts as he found Shizuru who slipped and fell on the floor, winning the tensai the point.

"You shouldn't push yourself so hard," Fuji offered a hand as Shizuru anyway stood up by herself. "I noticed something though..."

Shizuru raised an eyebrow as Fuji helped her walk to the bench. "In the camp, you were a little more refined than now. What happened?"

The younger captain smirked while she took a seat. "I guess it's been awhile since I've cast away my mask."

Fuji raised an eyebrow as Shizuru placed her racquet back into her bag. "Oh? I was wondering how the tomboy who met Tezuka that day suddenly changed personality."

Shizuru froze as she failed to disguise her surprise. "Wait... what?"

"You and Tezuka met before didn't you," Fuji pointed out, seeing that he got a surprise from her. "You were also the same girl who beat up those boys."

Shizuru gulped. Oh no, I wonder if they're still there though.

Fuji choked back his urge to laugh at her expression. "You were the girl with the sticks right? Some of the seniors were wondering how a girl like you suddenly appeared out of nowhere to beat them up. I even heard Takesue-senpai freak out and he was telling many of the seniors that there was an "insane tomboy out there armed with sticks"."

Sighing inwardly, Shizuru simply face palmed. I think I'm gonna die of embarrassment when someone else finds out.

"Tezuka doesn't know this yet," –Shizuru's eyes widened even more as Fuji began to inwardly chuckle. "I wonder: Should I tell him about this or not?"

Shizuru jumped up to her feet. "No, please don't!"

Astounded by her sudden jump, Fuji folded his arms with a smile. "Why shouldn't I?"

"W-well," Shizuru stammered until she hung her head. "I promised myself..."

The tensai raised his eyebrow. "You promised yourself what?"

"I promised myself that I'd be more of a lady when I got older so that," Shizuru bit her lip, realizing that she was playing right into his hands. "Maybe I wouldn't be so unsociable and violent..."

Fuji's ears perked up. "You were violent?"

"Pretty much," Shizuru laughed sheepishly. "I was worse than Ayane. She's more bark than bite. I was inverted."

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At home, Ayane lifted up a pair of barbells while she watched TV. Her arm still slightly swelled up but the moment the vice captain touched it, the image of Atobe Keigo pressing his water jug on her arm appeared which caused her to reel back in horror.

"Why am I seeing him now," Ayane shook her head vehemently while pitching the barbells aside. "This doesn't make any sense!"

When her barbells hit the drawer, one of the storage boxes popped out which revealed a small box full of pictures. When she picked it up, Ayane found pictures of her and Kiyone at the beach with her three brothers and two sisters. However, in that photo also showed a picture of a familiar purple haired boy with a mole right below his icy blue eyes.

No way... That can't be right...!

She started rummaging through her drawer and found a drawing. For a teenager, it was poorly drawn – then again, what do you expect from someone who was only three years old back then? The vice captain gulped when it was written with a very familiar saying:

You'll always be ore-sama's princess. I'll be back, Yane-chan! Just you wait – we'll both be on top of the world!

Ayane gaped at the picture before slumping down on her bed. As of now, the little kid she knew then and the older one whom she loved pissing off didn't seem to match. However, the picture showed the exact same feature as the senior did. Her emerald green eyes flashed with annoyance while she aimed face first into her pillow.

"This is new," a deep gruff voice caused Ayane to swivel up and find Ozuma picking up his barbells. "I didn't know my barbells grew legs and walked."

Ayane raised an eyebrow as Ozuma waved his hands. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today."

"I'm sorry," Ayane punched her pillow while placing the picture into the drawer and kicking it shut. "It's just... there's this guy..."

"Is he the one who came from Britain," Ozuma folded his thick arms. "Honestly, the guy's a twerp."

Ayane chuckled at her brother's description. "Anyone's a twerp compared to you."

"Totally not true," Ozuma pointed out. "Soujirou isn't that big a twerp. He's a genius!"

"That's because he's got all the brains and the rest of us lot only got the brawn," Sai walked in with a bowl of pudding as Ozuma and Ayane gaped at him. "What? What did I do?"

Ozuma pointed at the bowl. "Is that what I think it is?"

Ayane whimpered as her eyes got glassy. "S-Strawberry pudding..."

Sai saw their faces as he pulled away. "No, no one's taking my strawberry pudding! This is the last of it!"

Ozuma and Ayane exchanged glances with one another as an evil smile appeared on their faces, causing Sai to pale.

"Oh come on," Sai inched towards the door before running out. "Soujirou, you gotta save me from this insane people!"

As the eldest brother ran out, Ayane and Ozuma hounded him for the last bowl of pudding.

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Isane held her bag tightly while trying to walk properly in the shoes that her brothers said that used to be her mom's. In a skirt and blouse, the Sniper awkwardly inched along next to Niou who walked along casually with his hands in his pocket. She looked around at the square they were walking through as many of the people there were rich and elegantly dressed.

How can they balance on those needles, Isane gaped while trying to maintain her peace despite being in a skirt.

"You're not used to it," Niou smirked as he glanced at the silver haired regular. "Maybe we should find something less... constricting?"

Isane nodded while dusting her pencil-cut skirt. The Sniper had half the mind to pull out a pair of scissors and simply cut some slits. Then again, if she did – her skin would be more exposed and the thought of that made her face extremely red. However, she found Niou pulling her over to another clothes store and her eyes widened when she saw the brand.

"W-wait, i-it's o-okay," Isane tried to pull out of his grip. "I-I can walk just fine!"

Niou didn't say anything as they went inside. Isane's eyes widened when she found the clothes hanging while a girl appeared in front of them.

"Haru-kun, where have you been," she hugged Niou who simply pat her back.

Niou smiled while pointing to Isane. "Hey Masaki, you think you can find some clothes for her?"

Masaki squealed while pinching his cheeks. "I can't believe it, my younger brother has a date!"

The silver haired Rikkai Dai regular sighed while rolling his eyes. "Masaki, as much as I know you're highly enthusiastic about the fact that she doesn't look like a fan girl, can you please find her some clothes? We're kinda late for our appointment, puri~."

As Masaki sped off, Isane stared at Niou. "Your sister owns a clothes store?"

Niou shrugged while smirking. "Yeah, she's really enthusiastic when I'm not going on blind dates."

So he's gone with several girls already, Isane gulped while twiddling with her thumbs. They're probably prettier than me too.

"Go on babe," Niou drawled while ushering her towards the changing closet. "I'll wait out here."

Thirty minutes later, Niou and Isane walked to the restaurant of their choice as they got the nicest part – right next to the piano. Although the restaurant was not what you call 'Atobe-level', the restaurant had a very nice ambiance that called for semi-formal clothing.

Isane no longer wore a skirt but a dress with a bolero right over it. The light blue dress reached her knees just about right while she wore a nice pair of black flats. She shyly took her seat while Niou folded his arms with a small smirk. The silver haired female gulped as she saw his sharp blue eyes bore holes into her soul.

"I heard about your match with Ferero," Niou sipped his drink placidly. "How was it?"

Isane managed to force out a smile however she could feel the sweat trickling behind her neck. "It was good."

Niou chuckled as he noticed her beet red face. "You don't have to be so nervous. It's just us."

That's exactly the problem, Isane forced out a laugh while their food came in. "So, shall we eat?"

Niou nodded as she started poking her food, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "You've never gone on a date before, haven't you?"

Isane froze right away as she started waving her hands. "I-I-I have...! It's... It's just that...!"

However, Niou's mischievous smirk caused her to cave in. "Y-yeah, you're right..."

"Well, try to enjoy the night," Niou smirked as he found the piano left unoccupied. "I have an idea though..."

Isane found him getting off the chair and taking his place by the piano. "W-what are you doing?"

Niou smirked as he started playing the piano. Girls quickly turned their attention to dashing and mischievously handsome male who started running his fingers on the piano keys.

Ooo-hhhhh

Oooo-hhhh

Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they're not shining.

Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying.

She's so beautiful, and I tell her everyday.

Isane gaped at what he was doing as every girl in the restaurant swooned at the sight of him. For a first date, Isane stared as many of the girls swarmed over to the piano as he gave them this mischievous smirk. Many of the girls were definitely prettier than her (in her opinion) and were even the right height. She looked at herself for a moment with a sigh.

I'm just so freakishly huge...

However, Niou extended his hand to her as he smirked at her.

Yeaaah I know, I know when I compliment her she won't believe me.

And it's so, it's so sad to think that she don't see what I see.

But every time she asks me 'Do I look okay?' I say...

Isane blushed immensely as he pulled her near the piano. She timidly took a seat next to him as she watched his fingers easily slide off the piano.

"You didn't tell me you could play," Isane stared at him as Niou gave her the mischievous smirk.

The Trickster simply shrugged at her. "You never asked."

When I see your face (face, face) there's not a thing that I would change.

'Cause you're amazing just the way you are.

And when you smile (smile, smile) the whole world stops

And stares for a while

'Cause, girl, you're amazing just the way you are.

Despite it only being the first part and the chorus only, girls swooned over him immediately as he shook his head.

"Sorry, my date today is this lucky woman over here," Niou pointed over to Isane who blushed intensely at his words.

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The Mastermind on the other hand started rummaging through her things while running a few calculations. After recording each match, she discovered new parts of each of their playing styles.

Momo had a dark aggressive style when someone tries to defy the rules or hurt her "pride".

Haruka has expanded her vision and further developed her Doubles Play.

Rin has seemed to mature much more. Despite this, she still maintains her kuwee.

Mai has finally found someone worth 'battling' and playing full force against.

Ayane has begun to strategize rather than ploughing down her opponent.

Kiyone somehow has developed her strength a bit more.

Shizuru has begun to show her "true" self.

Isane has conquered her fear of the net.

In the end, what does she have?

Hitomi bit her lip while running through the videos and the data once more. She leaned against her elbows as the echoes of tennis ball echoed in her ears. Letting out a sigh, Hitomi walked over to her cupboard and pulled out a bottle of beer. After recently getting a text from the Sniper who said that a certain Trickster was taking her out, Hitomi slumped on the bed with a sigh.

Why couldn't she attract guys to her the way the other girls could?

You're too smart, that's the only answer she got. Most girls like her usually ended up with the other data masters of different teams but somehow – something felt wrong with that stereotype. Letting out a sigh, the blonde Mastermind leaned back until she heard her window scroll up.

"Thanks for letting me use your window, Hitomi," a guy cheekily smiled as he got in.

The Mastermind took another swig of beer while raising an eyebrow. "Kiriya-kun, what did you do now?"

He revealed a bandage on his nose while tossing back his spiky blonde hair. "Well, some guys never learn..."

"Do uncle and auntie even know what you're doing," Hitomi took another swig.

Kiriya rolled his eyes while pointing to the bottle of beer in her hand. "Do your parents even know that you drink?"

"Do they even care is the question," Hitomi mumbled before taking a look at the data. "There's a 99.9 percent chance that they could care less that I'm popping this into my mouth."

Kiriya sighed while sitting on her bed. "You know, guys do prefer girls who don't drink themselves dead and whether they're dumber than them or not, some just don't care."

"Unfortunately, 85 percent of the male population in Hyotei do care whether or not their girlfriend is smarter than them," Hitomi ran the statistics. "They think that having me as a girlfriend would just have their brain popping in all different directions."

Kiriya raised an eyebrow. "Hey, that Sanada girl's also a brainy."

"She has the tough look to back her up," Hitomi folded her arms while watching another video. "There's a 70 percent chance that your parents will find you here whether or not they enlist the help of your gang members, Kiriya. May I suggest hiding somewhere less obvious other than my room?"

The blonde boy sighed as he got out the window. "Well, think about it – maybe yours is still out there."

Hitomi didn't grace him with a reply as she continued looking through the data.

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Kiyone stroked Aidan's fur as he started wagging his tail with a cheerful smile on her face. On her lap, she had a big bowl of pistachio ice cream and a huge mug of coffee on her left side. The remote sat on one side while she watched Glee on TV that night. A big serving spoon sat in the bowl while her eyes remained glued on to the TV.

"Oi," Getsugan Yumi came from the kitchen. "What did you do to our whole bucket of...? Ah!"

Kiyone had already started shoving the spoon into her mouth. "Oh, dif waf youp, mami?" [Oh, this was yours, mommy?)

Her mom scratched her head. "Kiyone, I need that at night! I take it with my coffee!"

Kiyone gulped it down while shoving it into her mouth. "Oh well, more for me."

Sighing, she narrowed her eyes at Aidan. "Aidan, get off the couch. You know you're not allowed there."

The dog literally gave her the puppy eyes as he snuggled near Kiyone. Her mom sighed while taking a seat next to the sandy blonde haired girl.

"Hey mom," Kiyone swung her legs back and forth. "Aidan needs his shots soon."

The dog suddenly perked up and stared at Kiyone as her mom shrugged. "That depends – when do you not have a tournament?"

"Right now," Kiyone grinned as her mom sighed.

"Haha, very funny," she folded her arms while sticking her own spoon into the bowl of ice cream. "So, when do you want him to have his shots?"

Kiyone cocked her head to the side. "Maybe this weekend?"

"Sounds good to me," Yumi grinned while spooning another scoop of pistachio ice cream.

Kiyone, remaining silent for a moment, jumped up with an idea. "Hey mom, can we go to Osaka for the summer?"

Her mom raised an eyebrow. "Osaka – of all places, why there?"

"I want Takoyaki," Kiyone grinned childishly, waving her arms around. "They have the best Takoyaki in all of Japan!"

Her mom raised an eyebrow. "Really – who taught you that?"

"Shirai-," Kiyone clamped her mouth shut, realizing what she was about to say. "Purple-senpai taught me!"

With a good humoured chuckle, Yumi folded her arms. "I don't remember the name of your purple haired senpai being Shirai-something Momo."

Kiyone let out a small "eep". Oh no, my mom doesn't know about him yet!

"My my," the older woman chuckled, seeing that she caught the freshman red handed. "It seems you met someone and are not telling me anything."

Kiyone twiddled with her thumbs. "He's just a guy I met in Tennis Camp! No, what I mean is...!"

"I thought you wouldn't meet guys until you were 40," her mom raised an eyebrow.

Kiyone slumped on the chair while sighing. Oh no, I'm gonna die...!

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Mai on the other hand started looking through the documents with her parents while an easel stood on one side of her room. Pieces of cloth draped themselves on her chair while spools of thread and a sewing machine were left unattended to. Pictures of clothes hung loosely on their pins on the cork board and a paint brush set started to dry up as the tensai stared straight up at the ceiling.

"Hmm," Mai chuckled lightly to herself. "What would be nice to wear on a summer day?"

The door slammed open with another girl rushing in. "Mai-chan," – a little girl rushed in while waving her sketch in front of her. "Do you think Auntie and Uncle will like this?"

Mai took the drawing while stroking her chin. The little girl had drawn a picture of her dress of choice. Unlike most summer dresses that came in a tube, this one had an "x" made from the straps and it was white with yellow printed flowers. The tensai sighed for a moment before pulling out her drawing book and started sketching.

"Mai-nee-chan is thinking about a guy," –the little girl innocently smiled back at Mai which caused the said tensai to chuckle.

Well, being a genius does run in the family, Mai ruffled the small girl's hair. "Yes and no, he's quite busy with his own thing and so am I."

The little girl shook her head. "But wasn't he in the party last time, Mai-nee-chan?"

Mai giggled at her younger cousin as she glanced at the picture again. "It's very nice, Kari-chan. Show it to my mom and dad. I'm sure they'll want to take a look at the design."

Watching the little girl happily skip away with the drawing in hand, Mai looked at the calendar which was marked for each match. Their match with Rikkai Dai will start next week and by then, they would have to be pulled out of class. Mai exhaled in relief as she glanced at all her finished homework on one side. All that would just need to be on the teacher's desk before the match started. After that, there would only be one contender left: Seigaku.

Seigaku's known for their brutality in playing style, Mai glanced at the magazines. "Seigaku is barely what anyone calls 'violent' but it's the brutality in their playing style. They don't physically do harm – it's all within their strategy to destroy someone."

Flipping through one of the pages, Mai found an article about each of the top best players in the women's division and the men's division. Both were in separate articles but Mai snorted when she glanced at her ranking. Unlike some of the boys' teams, their girl counterparts did much better than them.

15? Well, it's hard to find a challenge out there, Mai chuckled inwardly while looking at the consistent top five.

Fuuka – Seishun Gakuen

Shizuru – Hyotei Gakuen

Natsuki – Shitenhouji Chuu

Ai – Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku Chuu

Florence – Jyosei Shounan

While Mai flipped through the pages, she took note of each of the articles written about them. Fuuka's profile showed a picture of her going for a deep forehand.

Souma Fuuka, current captain of Seishun Gakuen's team, has been blazing a trail for Seigaku ever since she had taken the position. Rumour has it that she formed her own team before completely usurping the power from the former captain, Sanhyoujin Ami with the help of the vice captain of that time – Shigetsu Kaori who then became a captain the next year with her as vice. Before her, Seigaku could not even win through the district meet and would only manage to win the consolation matches. However, Souma has shown the drive and talent to may be able to keep in par with Yukimura Seiichi of Rikkai Dai especially putting up a strong rivalry against Hyotei's current captain – Kurenai Shizuru. The young girl also participated in the Kansai and Kyushu Regional games as a single participant. She is known as the girl who has set the Japan's fastest forehand which is clocked at 150 mph and almost the same speed as Uchiha Isane, Hyotei's Sniper, serving at the speed of 180 mph.

Mai whistled while looking at the picture. She had the Hyakuren Jitoku no Kiwami running. It doubles returns so everything is multiplied by two – including speed.

The next page on the other hand showed Shizuru glowing with the Teni Mu'hou and going for an aerial smash.

If anyone said that one should not underestimate angels, it definitely applies to Kurenai Shizuru. Even with a sweet face, Kurenai demolishes all her opponents without needing to reach the requirement of seven games. She is, as Kotetsu Naomi noted, Hyotei's guardian angel – seeing that the boys also had a few ace cards of their own. With Atobe Keigo taking on Japan by storm who took the captaincy in first year, Kurenai started her year the moment she defeated Shigetsu Kaori in the Regional games and Souma Fuuka in the Nationals. She is one of the very first females to unlock the Teni Mu'hou asides from Seishun Gakuen's Souma Fuuka and Shigetsu Kaori and Rikkai Dai's Yukimura Ai. Kurenai may not have Souma's strength but her level of skill rivals that of Seishun Gakuen's Tezuka Kunimitsu. Her shots will leave anyone staring and gaping as it appears in one place and then another.

Mai shook her head while turning towards the other pages which revealed Amakusa Natsuki, Yukimura Ai and Hoshimura Florence on one page. The pages then showed each of them revealing their signature techniques such as the Blue Flash by Hoshimura Florence, Serpent's Coil by Amakusa Natsuki and last but not the least – Yukimura Ai's Puppet Dance.

Bringing Shitenhouji to the top was no easy road for Amakusa Natsuki. The girl is known also as one of the Three Angels due to her power being highly focused on flexibility. Amakusa puts most acrobats to shame especially when it comes into comparison of Seishun Gakuen's Tashiko and Hyotei Gakuen's Shimohi. As one of the champions of the Kansai District, Amakusa is often sought for by Maikozaka Gakuen and is the only rival considered by the latter's captain – Kouranskonova Audrey. Shitenhouji has always had the runner up position ever since Seishun Gakuen and Hyotei Gakuen have been fighting for the top position and Amakusa may be the answer to the school's prayers. While many consider Shitenhouji to be one of those qualifiers, Amakusa gives the school a new reputation to live up to. Her Serpent's Coil is a deadly combo that only a few have the answer on how to defeat it.

Wow, Amakusa's really pushing it hard, Mai highlighted one of the paragraphs. "Kouranskonova used to be part of the Top Five but got displaced by Amakusa on her first try..."

Who said only her brother could play exceptional tennis? Yukimura Ai has risen very far despite many placing her in the shadow of Yukimura Seiichi. Ai is highly known for manipulative play in which she controls her opponent's movements during the match. Even her older brother has noted that she has come very far indeed for her to make Rikkai Dai one of the top seeds in Japan next to Hyotei and Seigaku. Unlike the top three women's players, Yukimura holds a cheerful disposition and many would deem her tennis known as "Child Tennis" due to her constant smiling and cheerful outbursts. Although she and Kurenai both have smiles as an asset to their play, Yukimura is less unnerving as noted by many of her opponents while Shizuru's is more like "begging them to go insane". A difference to the top three is that Yukimura only started five years ago start her tennis play and proves to be quite exceptional at it, making her a candidate for the National Team.

"Well this is Yukimura-kun's sister we're talking about," Mai giggled lightly while checking Hoshimura Florence's article.

According to Hoshimura Florence, Jyosei Shounan would have been at least third place if not for the sudden arrival of the new ace players for Hyotei Gakuen and Seishun Gakuen. Despite her frail health, Hoshimura is one of the few to rile up Kurenai in a tennis match as witnessed in the district matches and even be considered a worthy rival by Souma Fuuka in which not many are considered especially in the Junior Tournaments. "Being raised and trained in England does have its advantages," she noted in one interview. "However, the people here in Japan are truly a different story compared to those who play in Britain. For one, Souma's strength and style is something I have never encountered before, Kurenai's hasn't even fully realized her potential yet, Yukimura is still under her older brother's tutelage and Amakusa as they say is highly flexible. You don't see that in Britain at all."

The tensai threw the magazine aside while picking up her tennis racquet. All the schools were bringing out new ace cards and some of them were even more dangerous than what was expected. The red haired girl opened her phone as she scanned through the pictures that she took during Seigaku's match. While many wouldn't deem complete destruction necessary, the end result of Shibuya Rangiku's opponent looked like something only Kirihara in Devil Mode was capable of. She narrowed her eyes as the thought of her senpai playing the junior crossed her mind, coming up with nothing but a bloody image. Watching Isane getting totalled by Sunamyou Shina sent her blood boiling and now, Momo had to fight another demon. Although she knew the senpai could hold her end pretty well, Mai bit her lip as she found Yamabuki's captain, Kuga Retsu turning into a bloody pulp. Letting out a small sigh while looking at the medals hanging on her shelf, Mai stared at the ceiling before jumping out of her bed.

"I got it!"

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Haruka sighed while pressing the buttons on the calculator as balance sheets and income statements lay in a pile. She stared at it for a few moments before clicking a few buttons. Papers were strewn all over the floor and a pencil mounted itself on her ear while a desk light lit up a dark room. A cup of coffee simmered next to her while the pink haired half of the Twin Dragons slumped on to the table.

"Accounting makes the whole world miserable," Haruka banged her head on to the table. "But I have to do this! Otherwise, the crazy governess is going to make me do not just the company's books but everything else with it!"

"Maybe you should ask your beloved marble to help you," a sarcastic sneer came from one side. "I'm sure he's better than you in math, dearest."

Haruka shoved herself away from the table as she turned around to face Ino. "I don't know what in the world is wrong with you... Why do you like making people miserable?"

"Not people," Ino tousled her strawberry blonde hair. "I just love making you miserable."

Haruka folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. "You want the companies? Take it – at least you and mom have something to live on. Unlike you, I know how to work from ground zero."

Ino chuckled haughtily. "Really now, the Hikifumi's favourite girl knows how to grovel and beg?"

"I ask kindly; I don't need to beg," Haruka sighed while taking a seat on the chair. "What exactly do you want from me?"

Ino opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She stared at her sister for a moment as the pink haired girl continued running computations for money. Letting out a sigh, Ino took a seat next to her older sister while looking through the books.

"Give me," Ino extended her hand to Haruka.

Haruka stared at her queerly as Ino grabbed one of the books. "Honestly, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like," Ino rolled her eyes at Haruka.

"You don't need to stress yourself out," Haruka noted the dark rings under her sister's eyes. "It's not good for you."

Ino grabbed another calculator from her sister. "Thanks for caring but – I'll be fine."

Silence came in between the two as Haruka started computing and balancing everything out. Ino on the other hand had the income statements safely filed and ready to be returned to the company.

"I guess I got mad at the wrong person," Ino chuckled lightly as she took another Balance Sheet to fix. "Dad had no right to take control of your life."

Haruka raised an eyebrow before bitterly chuckling. "No kidding."

"So," Ino turned to her while extending her hand. "Shall we start over, onee-sama?"

Haruka ruffled her hair, earning a pout from the younger. "First off, call me 'Haruka'. I don't want to feel old and I'm not above you, most of all."

Ino smiled as she started pressing buttons. "So, how about your Goodwill Training Camp thing – what are you going to do?"

Haruka shrugged while glancing at the other records. "I plan to go but then again – my chances of being selected are slim to none."

Raising an eyebrow, Ino waited for her sister to explain.

"Obviously, Shizuru's gonna get chosen, Souma Fuuka's got a secured spot then Yukimura's also a good doubles player," Haruka leaned against her knuckles. "Besides, it's going to be a mixed thing so we're not sure of what's what yet."

Before she could add, Ino smacked the upside of her head with a snort. "Oh come on, that's not the Hikifumi pride! You're one of the best doubles players in the district! What the hell is wrong with you? Have the confidence will you? What happened to the sister I knew who taunted me by lying that she was the vice captain?"

Haruka widened her eyes for a moment before bitterly smiling. "I guess I have been lagging behind. Thanks, Ino."

"I just hate it when you fall into self-pity like that," Ino grinned. "Besides, sisters watch out for each other no?"

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Rin, concentrating on the bar, jumped up before swinging herself around. She flew into the air before catching the bar once again. Her dark eyes narrowed at the other bar in front as she tried to transfer to the other side. With a satisfied smile, Rin squealed as she managed to loop around the bar much faster than before.

"You seem to be having fun," a snarky voice came from below as Rin found Gakuto staring up at her.

The black haired acrobat tossed herself into the air as she squealed again. "Of course, flying is so much fun, kuwee~!"

Gakuto rolled his eyes as he folded his arms. "Geez, you're so immature! You know – even if you practice flipping around, you'll have to do it without the bar in tennis!"

"I'm not trying to invent," Rin narrowed her eyes at him. "You're such a meanie!"

"Well, you're the weirdo," Gakuto shot back before taking a seat. "By the way, your back's too elastic."

Rin stuck her tongue out at him. "I need that to contort in the air!"

Gakuto pointed at the floor. "Unless you want to snap your neck, harden it and strengthen your abs!"

"I don't have abs," Rin wailed as she jumped high into the air. "I have flabs yes, abs no!"

Gakuto face palmed as he got up on one of the bars. "You're supposed to be an acrobat – you were also the winner of the last competition why don't you get it!"

"Because I don't," Rin shot back with a sing song voice. "Besides, I just throw myself wherever I want to!"

Gakuto swung himself up while trying to make sure Rin did things right before breaking her neck. "You better watch it – you might snap your neck!"

"I'll be fine," Rin cheekily grinned as she hauled herself straight up in the air while Gakuto let himself down to make sure he can spot her properly.

Geez, she's gonna get herself killed, Gakuto wrinkled his nose as he watched Rin catch the bar with one hand. "Wait a minute, Rin will you get down already? You're freaking me out!"

Rin somersaulted and landed with two feet on the ground with a grin. "Kuwee~, how do you like that?"

Great, now she's smiling like that Kikumaru, Gakuto fumed inwardly while watching Rin go grab a bottle of water. Then again, they're only friends – right?

"Hey, why are you always so mean to Kiku-chan," Rin raised an eyebrow at Gakuto. "I mean – he hasn't done anything to you so what's your problem?"

Gakuto opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out as turned to see Rin's curious gaze. He faced away while downing a bottle of water and looking at the bar again. Sneaking a glance at Rin who simply stared back at him, Gakuto sighed as he got up.

"You want me to stop teasing you," Gakuto smirked before giving her a cheeky grin. "Try jumping higher."

Rin watched the magenta haired acrobat walking away while looking at the bar again.

On the other hand, Gakuto shook his head before recalling the time he had gone to the mall where there had been a huge crowd watching two familiar faces ice skating. He expected Haruka to be the one to skate around with her but in the end, he had found the Heilongjiang with another acrobat namely – Kajimoto Takahisa.

Tch, he's just another wannabe, Gakuto snorted before walking away and speak of the devil, Kajimoto bumped into him.

Kajimoto smiled politely at the magenta haired acrobat. "Oh have you seen Rin-chan around?"

Sheesh, he's on first name basis now, Gakuto scoffed inwardly while begrudgingly pointing behind him. "She's there."

Walking past Kajimoto, Gakuto shook his head while inwardly smirking.

He doesn't stand a chance...

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Days passed quickly and left Rikkai Dai with Hyotei which they soon found themselves facing one another. Atobe stood in front of Sanada, face to face while many of the Hyotei members sought out for their rivals. Marui blew up a bubble while facing Oshitari and Gakuto while Niou and Yagyuu were left to face Shishido and Ohtori. However, Oshitari noticed an evil glare coming from the capped regular next to the tall silver haired kohai who was trying to calm down the fuming Shishido.

"Puri~," Niou raised an eyebrow. "What's this baka's," –referring to Shishido, "problem?"

Shishido balanced his racquet on his finger with a glare. "Do you have to ask an obvious question?"

"Well, I didn't know it concerned Isane," Niou grinned mischievously, riling up the dash specialist. "Besides, why get mad over that? You rejected her didn't you?"

Whoever told him that is dead meat, Shishido felt his blood boil from the inside as he glanced at Niou grinning at him. "Anyway, let's get this game started."

Ohtori gulped as Yagyuu simply pushed up his glasses. However, no one seemed to notice that Atobe had his glare more pointed at Marui who simply blew up his bubble with a smirk. Sanada looked around while raising an eyebrow at the purple haired captain.

"I don't see the girls' team anywhere."

"All of a sudden," Atobe raked his fingers through his hair. "You're concerned about your cousin? Or is it... you're concerned about Kurenai?"

The Sanada male fought his urge to blush at the sound of Shizuru's name and the embarrassment of how right Atobe was. "I'm simply wondering; most girls' teams train alongside the boys."

Atobe scoffed while rolling his eyes. "Kurenai leans more towards insanity rather than magnificence."

"Are you saying that Tezuka's insane," Sanada raised an eyebrow.

Atobe chuckled darkly while snapping his fingers. "Ore-sama does not just say when he knows that it's true."

Sanada rolled his eyes as he sauntered towards the benches. "No one here today is to lose. Whether or not it's a real game, everyone must remember the law of Rikkai Dai."

Niou smirked while Marui narrowed his eyes a bit. He remembered his bet with Atobe while taking a small glance around the court. The Hyotei boys [particularly Shishido] looked ready to kill as they all stepped on the court. Although Yukimura did not show up, Sanada stood face to face with Atobe while glaring at the latter.

"Let the games begin, Sanada," Atobe smirked.

As the two captains walked off the court, Kirihara took his place on one part of the court while Hiyoshi took the other end.

"You ready to lose, mushroom head," Kirihara cockily grinned while pointing his racquet at Hiyoshi.

The Enbu ace simply snorted while looking away. "You're the one who's going to lose, seaweed."

Atobe got one of the non-regulars to referee for the match while taking a seat. This match should be easy for you, Hiyoshi. Kirihara loses his cool easily after all. Anger blinds him from making the right choices... he will make a mistake. Find it and take him out.

Reading Atobe's eyes caused Hiyoshi to smirk as he started bouncing the ball. Kirihara grinned cockily while Hiyoshi tossed the ball up for a fast serve which flew back towards his left side with Kirihara's backhand. Changing his position, Hiyoshi reacted quickly to the next shot – causing Rikkai Dai's devil to fall over.

"Fifteen – love," the non-regular gulped at the speed Hiyoshi sent the ball at.

However, things were the same for the other side.

With the Kantou coming up to the semi-finals, Rikkai Dai and Hyotei Gakuen stood in front of each other. Yukimura Ai smiled cheerfully at the Shikabane Hime whereas many of the Rikkai Dai girls shivered under the intensity of Momo's gaze. Rin giggled slightly while Haruka kept a straight face. Hitomi simply tilted her glasses while facing the data master of Rikkai Dai. Kiyone jumped onto Ayane's shoulders while sticking her tongue out. The vice captain on the other hand cracked her knuckles with a cocky grin.

"Wow, your friends seemed geared up," Ai giggled while raising an eyebrow at Shizuru. "Are you ready for this?"

Shizuru slightly nodded while glancing at the girls. "If they're like that, how can I not be?"

As the two teams walked away, Shizuru took her seat on the bench while Sakaki took his seat on the coach's chair. Momo however did not move from her spot as another girl came forward to face her. Hearing the ringing of the bell, the Shinigami narrowed her eyes at her opponent.

"Great, I'm fighting a fucking pussy cat," the other girl sighed while playing the bell hanging around her neck. "Oh well, we might as well get this over with now," –her grin became beastly. "Shall we?"

Momo gripped her racquet tightly. Rikkai Dai's Wild Dog – Inuzuka Miaka... I thought it would be somebody bigger... not a bigger bug.

"What's the matter," Miaka licked her racquet with a battle-thirsty grin. "The cat got your tongue or something?"

"Semi-Final match will now begin: Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku Chuu versus Hyotei Gakuen! Singles Three will now begin; Rikkai Dai's Inuzuka Miaka versus Hyotei Gakuen's Sanada Momo – game start, Inuzuka to serve!"

As Rikkai Dai's Wild Dog tossed back her gun metal gray hair, Momo narrowed her eyes at her stance. The Shinigami felt her body tense at the sight of Miaka's gold eyes while trying to calm down. Without any word but with a slight jingle from the bell choker, Miaka fired the shot towards Momo's legs which the Shinigami easily returned with a deep forehand. Miaka ran down the ball for backhand which allowed Momo to position herself for one of her techniques.

"Burst like Sound, Oto," Momo let loose a fast forehand which zipped past Miaka's ear and sent the girl to the ground.

"Love – Fifteen," –Miaka shook herself out of the daze.

Hitomi took list of Miaka while reading p the data. "Inuzuka Miaka, junior in Rikkai Dai – class 2-B, she was once part of the gang known as Wild Wolves which she became the leader of. However, she cleaned up a bit of her act when Yukimura Ai enlisted her to become a regular in the tennis team. She has a high aggressive sense of play and her style is almost comparable to Kirihara Akaya when he is in Bloodshot mode. Birthday is on March 11 and she highly dislikes cats."

"Their level of play is the same," Haruka raised an eyebrow.

Hitomi shook her he head while closing her notebook. "No, the brutality of their play is very comparable."

Momo returned the shot easily as Miaka sent a Jack Knife back towards her. Sliding over, Momo nullified the strength easily as she sent it slightly lobbing over the net.

"Thirty – love," Miaka chuckled while Momo managed to catch her breath.

This woman's insane, Momo bit her lip while watching Miaka crack her knuckles. I can't believe a junior like her is giving me a hey-day.

Miaka scoffed while looking at Momo with a sneer. "I thought you would be the one to bring me to my knee – Momo-senpai? You were this bitch that never learned..."

Momo narrowed her eyes while Miaka mockingly bowed. "I'm sorry Sanada Momo-sama, did I offend you?"

The Shinigami said nothing as she stood up with a glare. "You know nothing about me..."

Shizuru glanced at Hitomi while the data master ran through her notes. "In Kanagawa, the Sanada family holds a very high position. Their family is said to be one of the nobles from ancient times and hence – had to learn proper decorum. They were upholders of the law; protectors of the imperial family. Soon, it became imperative that all Sanada family members had to learn kendo and swordsmanship. Each would be made to learn under the Sanada head who holds all the secrets of the samurai as of now. Many of the other families had declined due to disputes."

"My guess would be that they weren't very nice to the women," Shizuru raised an eyebrow.

"Those jerks," Ayane folded her arms with a snort. "What era are they from – 15th century?"

Hitomi checked her notes. "Actually, minus seven centuries and you would have gotten it right. Now, the Inuzuka Family on the other hand have a past of their own – they were an assassin guild; aristocrats in the morning, contract killers by night. However, the Sanada family discovered a plot they created to murder the emperor and so... came the meaning to the "Howling Massacre"."

"Momo-chan killed Inuzuka? Why is she still here? She's a zombie kuwee~," Rin tried to follow it while drawing lines in the air and flailing her arms.

Isane shook her head. "I don't think it works that way, Rin. Then what happened?"

"Though the records say that every Inuzuka was massacred by the Sanada family," Hitomi turned to the next page of her notebook. "Three Inuzuka family members were found alive namely – the youngest son who was still a baby at that time, Inuzuka Nagi and both of his sisters: Inuzuka Mitsuru and Inuzuka Yukari. While both sisters were very amiable, the son inherited the rage and hatred of the formers and thus – fled Kanagawa and stationed himself in Kyushu. There, he began reviving the clan and when the time was right – he came back with vengeance..."

Rin shrunk away while hiding behind Haruka. "Wow, grudges run deep...kuwee."

Hitomi continued while glancing at Momo and Miaka. "However, he did not slaughter – instead, he made internal disputes between them. 'Crush them with their own power' was what he said. Thus began the separation of the Sanada family into two parts – the Council and the Leaves. Momo belongs to the Leaves and no matter what her opinions are – she has to remain silent. Her job is to serve the next head of the household which is the 13th head, Sanada Genichirou. The same way her parents have to serve the grandfather and the eldest son of the family."

Isane thought about it while putting it back together. "So, what does this have to do with now?"

"Hatred runs deep through the roots, Isane," Hitomi watched Momo take a point from Miaka. "In today's times, we can't just bring out swords so they find another way to slaughter one another. Miaka is the personification of the hatred and vengeance of all the slaughtered Inuzuka while Momo holds the tainted nobility. Both of them have one common enemy however – that would be the Council."

Mai chuckled while leaning against the fence. "That explains her hatred towards Sanada Genichirou. But, the records are missing a few pieces of that puzzle such as the ones who gave the order to the Sanada family to slaughter the Inuzuka."

Shizuru swivelled her head towards Mai. "What do you mean?"

"You'll see," Mai pointed towards the match as Momo took another point.

"Game, Sanada: two games to love!"

Miaka inhaled sharply while glaring at Momo. "You think you're so high and mighty because you're a Sanada? You step on those who try to help others!"

"What kind of help is slaughtering one's ruler," Momo glared icily. "That is more treachery and as a Sanada, it is my job to take out those insurgents. If one does not uphold the law then, who will?"

Miaka scoffed while grabbing the ball from Momo. "You know nothing of the peasants who lived beyond the walls of the nobles, Sanada."

"You dogs know no loyalty," Momo scoffed while taking her place at the baseline. "To think dogs are man's best friend – you are the complete opposite."

Miaka gnashed her teeth together while pointing her racquet at Momo. "You will feel the fury of those who died, Sanada! Their blood is on your hands!"

"They were the ones who brought it upon themselves," Momo slammed back the service until Miaka smashed it straight towards her rib cage and sent the Shinigami falling back.

With an angry growl and sneer, Miaka jumped over the net and stepped on her while pulling her jersey. "It's because of that person whom you call "ruler" is why everyone had to suffer!"

"Inuzuka, enough," a sharp command came from Rikkai Dai's bench causing Miaka to swivel her head towards Yukimura Ai who had a pleasant smile on her face.

"What game are we playing," Ai continued smiling despite the angry face of Miaka. "We're not on the streets, Inuzuka. Unless you want to run around the entire Japan..."

Despite being stepped on and kicked to the ground, Momo kept a calm face as she stood up and swiped Miaka's grip from her jersey. "It is only now that I've let your fang reach me. But, I will show you... the disastrous consequence to your actions."

-That's Chapter 37! I'm sorry for the late update. Guys, in the review - I need to know whether or not I should make a one shot collections like KoOri no HouKou. Thanks!