Me: Thank you for all the reviews! I know I didn't put any epic tennis in the chapter back there but I wanted to take a little break from that and show you guys how they function in other situations asides from tennis. So, here – yep, I'll start showing what the L.X.A really does. I don't know whether you guys want all the girls to show up or shall we do it one by one? Also, I don't own Prince of Tennis or any of the crazy fusions except the plotline and the OCs.
Kyouei_shurei: Yep, I think it's also about time that she admitted her feelings to Atobe. Although, I'm not sure how I'm gonna do the others yet. XD
By the way, I'm making a poll to show who's gonna end up with who:
OishiXHitomi
ShishidoXIsane
NiouXIsane
AkutsuXHitomi [I have no idea why I came up with this]
OtherXHitomi [please specify] _
I want to know your opinions so I can continue on with the story. XD Thanks!
Chapter 41 – Rainy Remembrance
"Weh," Ayane stuck out her tongue at Ozuma. "I got my forgetfulness from you!"
Ozuma shrugged as he started playing with one of his dumbbells. "I'm not kidding – dad was like gaping when he found the car plate of his Lamborghini torn off."
Sai nodded as he placed the bowl on the table, tapping his chin. "How can you not remember the time dad fainted because you tore off the car plate from his car and let it loose against the kid's head?"
Ayane shrugged as she played with her fingers before looking out the window. "I remembering meeting someone named 'Kei-chan' because he teased me by stealing my sun hat..."
"That's the same guy," Ozuma nodded while tossing up another set of dumbbells. "For that reason, you ran to the car, tore off the car plate and whacked him with it."
Ayane stared at both her brothers; her jaw hanging loose. "You have to be kidding."
"He's not kidding Ayane," Soujirou came out of his study with a book and mug of coffee with a small chuckle. "But, there was that one time he came over to the house for a 'play date' as Mum dubbed it. That's where that picture came from. When you first got it, you shrieked if Sai or I got our hands on it."
Ayane turned to the two as Sai picked his ear. "It's your fault that my left ear is 80 percent deaf."
The vice captain bit her nails as she looked at the floor, thinking about what her brothers said. The drawing mocked her as it sat in front of her while trying to sort out what she really felt for the King of Hyotei. Standing up with a frustrated sigh, she walked towards her room and slammed the door.
"She's mixed up by this guy," Sai rubbed his temple before standing up to get more pudding. "That guy's been nothing but trouble to her yeah?"
Ozuma tapped his chin. "Then again, we do owe him something..."
Sai and Soujirou looked incredulously at the eldest brother. "We do?"
Meanwhile, the vice captain quietly sat in her room as she picked up her guitar. Looking through her music sheets, she found no suitable song to match her mood but decided instead to go find one on the internet. As the list of pieces appeared, Ayane let out a sigh as a song played out with the sad rain.
So far dishonest as the day is long,
I'm sorry so I'll go now,
But I love you so it won't be long,
And the spectres in the masonry remind us of the things that might have been.
Her light strumming caused her to curl her hand into a fist at the sound of the song but then continued to play it.
Isn't it time you washed your face,
It looks like a burnt out fireplace,
And I am awash with memories,
And worrying complexities
But in time (in time)
You'll find it very scary
It's hard to live respectfully
The Enemy as I know it is right inside my head
The Enemy as I know it is right inside my head
"Dirty Pretty Things by the Enemy," Soujirou appeared at the door while offering her a small mug of hot cocoa. "Ayane, have you talked to Hina or Misaki about this?"
Ayane shrugged while looking at her nails. "They're usually with their husbands so it's hard to ask."
Soujirou smiled kindly at his youngest sister. "Have you tried asking mom?"
"I wish I could but mom's in Canada," Ayane placed her guitar on one side as she ran her fingers through her hair. "How about you, Soujirou-nii? Did you ever find anyone?"
Soujirou bitterly smiled as he looked at the necklace he had, fighting back the small tears threatening to escape. "Not after Helena I didn't..."
Ayane hugged her older brother as he looked into the small picture. "You never told me what happened to her."
"Helena had been accepted as part of a Julliard's Scholarship," Soujirou bit his lip hard as he recalled the day. "On that day, the plane was bombed and it took her life."
"When did she die," Ayane's eyes started to well up with tears. "I mean – she was really kind..."
"She died on 9/11," Soujirou clenched his hand into a fist, gnashing his teeth together. "The worst part is," –he glanced at his hands. "I was the doctor appointed to try and save her life..."
Ayane saw the horror flash in her older brother's eyes while hanging her head low. "Nii-san, I'm sorry but..."
"Don't be unsure," Soujirou smiled as he ruffled his sister's hair. "Sort yourself out but don't take forever. Time's a bitch nowadays."
Watching her brother leave, Ayane winced at the thought of Atobe dying. Sure, she yelled at him a lot but somehow – what did she really feel towards him? The question continuously nagged her as she tried to play the song again. As she read the lyrics, the vice captain realized how badly this song related to Atobe. It only dawned on her now that no matter what happens, Atobe had been able to plague her mind without any effort. With this, she looked at the ceiling with a sigh.
I'm in love with that idiot.
No way, Ayane shook her head until she found a little drawing float by her feet. Taking a look at it, shock splayed itself all over her face as she recalled those days.
Flashback
"Oh no, my hat," a six year old Ayane ran for her flying sun hat. "Nii-san, help me!"
Eighteen year old Ozuma shook his head while sighing. "Yane, we can always get you a new one..."
"No," she yelled back, placing her hands on her hips. "Yane does not like replacing things that Mama buys for her!"
On the other hand, sixteen year old Sai pointed to the flying hat. "You might want to continue running."
Fifteen year old Soujirou sighed as he saw his little sister freaking out over the hat. "Geez, Ozuma – now you made her even more determined to get her hat."
Without thinking how far she got, Ayane continued hounding her hat until she tumbled down the hill and fell into the small pound with goldfishes in it.
"Ayane," her brothers rushed to her along with her older sisters. "Are you okay?"
The small girl squeezed dried her hair and searched frantically. "WHERE'S MY HAT?"
The three brothers sweatdropped at the sight of their soaking sister. "I can't believe she can scream at that kind of volume."
Misaki, their twenty year old sister and also their eldest, pinched the bridge of her nose. "Ayane, act more like a girl will you?"
Hina sighed as she shrugged her shoulders. "Ayane is simply not like us is all."
Ayane pouted at her sisters while seeing her hat float above her head and a purple haired young boy caught it. The guests were in awe by his easy catch as he walked to the pond and extended his hand.
"You alright," Ayane flushed red when she found a smirking purple haired boy holding her hat. "I never knew you were such a siren."
She flushed even more until the boy rolled his eyes. "I meant a fire truck siren, weirdo."
In frustration, Ayane found her dad's car – with this, she pulled off the car plate and whacked him with it.
"AYANE IS NOT A FIRE TRUCK SIREN!"
End of Flashback
Ayane sighed as she looked at the picture that she drew out. The picture showed her in her little princess dress while the boy stood next to her in his white suit. In his hand was her sun hat that flew off and as how every child would draw it, they both had big happy smiles. She let out a sigh before looking at the back of the paper. There he had scribbled something which caused her to smile albeit lightly.
You will always be ore-sama's spring fairy! – Atobe Keigo
Ayane shook her head as she remembered the first time he gave her that name,
Flashback
"Hahaha, what's with you and the girly face," a boy threw a stone at an eight year old Atobe Keigo who shielded his face with his arm.
"Tch," Atobe didn't say anything only to get pelted by more stones.
"Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can fit in with us," another boy haughtily laughed as he jeered at the soon-to-be Hyotei King. "You are short, pathetic and unlike us – your blood holds no nobility or whatsoever!"
Before Atobe could say anything, a frying pan whacked the jeering boy on the head and behind him was Ayane who held some shopping bags and a frying pan that now had the impression of the boy's head. She glared at the other five boys who were bullying Atobe with a hiss.
"WHAT DO YOU SISSIES WANT?"
Without further ado, they ran off leaving Atobe to stare in shock at the girl wielding a frying pan who started crying comically.
"Oh no, Ayane has to buy a new one again or else big brother Sai will be angry!"
As she started looking at every inch of her frying pan, he managed to gather enough strength pull himself to his feet and drag her all the way to the department store.
"Since you saved ore-sama," he put his arrogant face back on. "Ore-sama will help you too, Na, Ayane-chan?"
Ayane flushed pink as he brought her in and many of the store clerks just found them adorable.
"Do you always whack people with metal objects," he raised an eyebrow at the girl, remembering the first time he met her. "I didn't even give you my name and you just whacked me with your dad's car plate. Then again, you do have three brothers... My name is Atobe Keigo..."
"I know," Ayane lowered her head, weakly whispering. "I-I'm sorry..."
He raised an eyebrow at her as she shyly confessed with pink tinting her cheeks.
"It's just that," she started twiddling with her thumbs. "No... I mean - you're... really..."
Atobe folded his arms and faced her with a puzzled look. "Hmm?"
"You're really different," Ayane started playing with her toes then slowly stared to sniffle. "You didn't freak out when you saw me fall into that pond. You didn't laugh at me... Most guys would say I'm so... uncute and then, they would say I'm such a gorilla too because I can carry heavy things..."
At first, Atobe stared at her and then started laughing.
"H-hey, you're a meanie~," Ayane began to sniffle and cry with her cheeks turning into a violent red.
Atobe shook his head before patting her on the head. "Arn~, so this is what ore-sama's little spring fairy was worried about? You shouldn't be!"
She stared at him with her big green eyes as he pointed to himself.
"Next time, ore-sama will definitely be the one to protect you! Although," Atobe pointed at the frying pan. "I really need to get myself one of those."
Ayane giggled as she looked at Atobe's face as he started looking at the frying pan. "Thank you Kei-chan! And Kei-chan..."
The purple haired boy turned back to her as she innocently pecked his cheek with a huge grin on her face. "I love you!"
Atobe Keigo, at the age of eight, turned a bright red colour that could rival a carpet. "I," –then he innocently grinned. "I love you too, Yane!"
End of Flashback
Ayane sighed as she remembered that day when he said to her face. She remembered how pink their cheeks were and how long they took in the department store just to buy a new skillet for her older brother, Sai. However, her heart suddenly tightened when another memory flashed back into her head.
Flashback
"Where's Kei-chan," Ayane ran down with her tennis racquet in tow, tugging Ozuma's shirt. "Nii-san, did you see him?"
Ozuma shook his head while pointing out the door. "Ask Soujirou, he's the one answering the doors half the time."
The tangerine haired girl ran towards the living room where she found Soujirou started playing Call of Duty: Black Ops with his older brother Sai.
"Nii-tachi," she sat in between them but the two were too busy hypnotized by the game. "Nii-tachi?"
Soujirou started firing a few bullets only to miss the Nazi Zombies. "Sai, start firing damn it!"
"I am dangnamit," Sai started mashing more buttons.
"NII-TACHI," Ayane hollered, causing the two to throw their controls into the air.
Sai yelped while Soujirou managed to catch his. "Soujirou, dude - start shooting them, man!"
"I am, dude," Soujirou started mashing the buttons while screaming for dear life. "What is it, Yane?"
"Have you seen Kei-chan," Ayane innocently tilted her head to her brothers.
Soujirou shrugged his shoulders while continuing to mash the buttons along with Sai. "Nope, didn't see the little guy."
"Why you looking for the twerp," Sai raised an eyebrow at his sister. "I thought you didn't like the runt."
Ozuma raised an eyebrow at Sai before ruffling the hair of his younger sister affectionately. "Dude, come on – be nice. How come you're looking for him, Yane-chan?"
"He promised that he'd help me with my tennis today," Ayane pouted impishly at Sai before grinning cheerfully at Ozuma.
"So, that's where've you been all those weeks," Ozuma squatted to her height with a smile. "And where did he say he would meet you?"
"The tennis courts," Ayane impishly smiled as Ozuma took some keys from the cabinet by their door.
"You dudes better not break the plasma," Ozuma called out to the two younger boys as he went out the door. "Dad just bought that."
"Yeah, yeah whatever," Soujirou waved his brother off with a dismissive snort. "Just get going."
Few minutes later, Ayane and Ozuma found themselves at the street tennis courts where she always met her "Kei-chan" and played. The eldest Kobayagi male sibling chuckled lightly as he watched his sister wall with the ball and almost making a crater in it. She grinned childishly as the male scratched his head with a sigh.
"That poor wall's getting the result of you using my gym equipment," Ozuma shook his head at the wall. "Poor wall, it's suffering the wrath of Kobayagi Ayane."
Ayane pouted with her hands on her hips. "Mou~, nii-chan you don't have to be so mean!"
The day slowly turned into afternoon as the sun slowly began to set. Ayane had taken a seat after sweating buckets on the court whereas Ozuma came back with a jug full of apple juice. The tangerine haired girl then sat and started sucking up the juice while swinging her legs. Ozuma glanced at his watch for awhile before glancing at his sister.
"Okay, is it just me or does he have a very bad sense of time," Ozuma leaned against his knuckles. "He's taking years."
Ayane shrugged as she looked up at the sky. "Mou~, maybe Kei-chan had to go somewhere all of a sudden..."
End of Flashback
"At that time," Ayane murmured softly while looking at the drawing. "I didn't realize how right I was... Kei-chan never came back..."
"That's where you're wrong," a gruff voice came from the door, causing Ayane to swivel her head and find Ozuma by the door. "He did come back."
Ayane found Ozuma walking towards her as he sat on her purple bean bag. "He came back; it's just that you weren't very nice to him after that. You developed your own style of tennis and you became friends with Kiyone. You practically pushed him out of your life. The only thing he can remember probably from you is that you scream and fight him half the time."
The tangerine haired hung her head while Ozuma ruffled her hair with a cheeky grin. "I'm sure you'll find a way. One way or another, the doofus must have grown up somehow."
Laughing at her brother's comment, Ayane grinned cheerfully at Ozuma. "Thanks, nii-san."
"Just tell Sai the address when he hurts you," Ozuma chuckled while walking out the door. "He wants to try out that new shot gun he bought."
Ayane sighed at her brother and at the thought of them all.
Trust them to be very overprotective.
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Momo, taking a seat by her window, glared as she watched the rain fall. A smirk formed at her lips when she remembered the first times for everything and somehow – the rain seemed to be everywhere she went along with her memories. The Shinigami glanced at the photograph of her and her family before she remembered the dark scowl on the Main Sanada House's faces. She distastefully then put it down as she walked towards her sword.
They hated me... hated me for bringing my father shame. They despised me... for outdoing Sanada in almost everything.
Momo shook her head as she remembered what her father said.
"Boy or girl, it doesn't matter. You are my daughter and that's all that matters. There are some things that we men can't do that women can do better. Your mom showed me that."
Momo let out a small chuckle as she remembered the day mom showed her how to go fishing. Her dad was hopeless; only managing to catch a guppy while she and her mom managed to get a huge tuna fish and have it grilled on one of their outings. Her mom practically dominated the Leaves of the Sanada family and often proved to be even better than some of her uncles in the family. Among all of them, she was the only female who had taken up kendo and mastered it after three years. No one wanted to believe what her mother could do especially when she floored one of her father's brothers easily.
And because of this, she was often condemned for freely speaking her mind.
Letting out a dark glare, she picked up her sword and let the steel glimmer under the small amount of sunlight in her room. Momo narrowed her eyes at the engraving on the blade revealing her last name. Her mother often chided her not to hold a grudge but Momo felt a tight stretch in her heart as she recalled their words.
"Unfitting to be a Sanada, you are a woman. Women are to stay quiet and support their husband regardless."
Momo swung her blade as it hummed in the air. The reflection of the rain revealed itself on the glimmering steel as her dark eyes glistened coldly, as if watching her opponent and waiting for him to strike.
Flashback
Six year old Sanada Momo found a bokken hanging among the equipment in the dojo. Amazed and curious, she picked it up and began swinging it a little. The humming in the air caused her to jump in delight as she started practicing with it. Her motions with it were fluid as she managed to change her stance easily.
"You must keep your back straight, Genichirou!"
Hearing a sharp snap, Momo ran to the other side outside of the dojo as she hid behind the wall and saw six year old Sanada Genichirou training intensely under their great grandparents. Momo pursed her lips impishly as she watched Sanada swing his sword with much effort only to get clobbered in the head by a branch.
"You're not doing it right," old man Sanada Kenichi glared at the smaller boy, causing the soon-to-be head of the Sanada house to cower a bit in fear. "AGAIN!"
The loud roar from the old man caused Momo to flinch as she shrank away behind the wall, holding on to the sword for dear life. She squeezed her eyes shut as she heard Genichirou yelp and the old man snarl at him again. Soon, she felt something drop on her nose as she found rain coming down. The old man didn't stop beating hard down with yelling and the branch on Sanada and without any second thought, she ran towards the old man as quietly as she could and clobbered him with the sheathe of the bokken. Her small height made it impossible to kill him with it though so, she settled on knocking him out.
"Gen-kun," Momo gasped for air as she stared at the fallen old man. "We better get inside."
Six year old Sanada stared at her incredulously before grabbing her by her training kosode and hakama and running away. "You idiot!"
With this, Momo stood there in the rain; not knowing what exactly she did wrong other than clobbering the old man.
End of Flashback
Momo stared at her sword as she remembered the yelling matches and gripped her sword tightly until she could feel the blade cut into her skin. Sighing in defeat, Momo grabbed her umbrella and went out to walk around to get some air into her system. The Shinigami had no aim to go anywhere only to remember the time when she collapsed on the sidewalk crying in the rain after Midoriyama shattered her resolve.
However, some "doofus" as you call him seemed to brighten up your face, no?
Momo scowled at the sound of her conscience as she remembered that "jumping orange head full of childishness" offer her an umbrella. Despite her remembering what kind of a dope he could be, a smile appeared on her face as she remembered when he offered her his umbrella to shield her from the rain. She stared at the very same spot he met her on that day. A chuckle bubbled from her throat as she played with the dancing raindrops with her feet. With a small sigh, Momo continued on walking not knowing where exactly she was going to end up.
"Lucky~ I found you again," a bright cheery voice caused Momo to freeze. "Lady Luck's really on my side~!"
Momo twitched as she turned to find Sengoku cheerfully grinning at her. "Why is it everywhere I turn I see you?"
"Aww," Sengoku gave her a puppy pout. "It's not so bad is it?"
Upon seeing the pout, Momo slowly began to laugh and smile which prompted Sengoku to jump out of his miserable state.
"Lucky~, I got you to laugh," Sengoku grinned childishly as Momo pushed his forehead with her pointer, causing him to whine. "Hey..."
Momo let out a teasing smirk. "That's what you get for tricking me into laughing."
Sengoku pursed his lips until Momo ruffled his hair with an embarrassed blush. "And that's for everything else..."
The orange haired Yamabuki vice captain grinned cheekily until he remembered something. "Oh yeah, what position do you usually play in?"
"Why do you need to know," Momo raised an eyebrow at him.
"So I can watch you play~!"
Momo let out a disgruntled sigh as she glanced out the window. "I'm always Singles Three."
Sengoku's happy demeanour immediately went down the drain. "Momo-chan, are you... serious?"
"Yeah," Momo turned around only to see his crestfallen face. "What's wrong?"
"I'm worried about you, Momo-chan," Sengoku slumped on the chair. "It's about Seishun..."
Momo chuckled lightly as she leaned back. "If it's Shibuya then, you have no reason to worry."
Sengoku swivelled his head towards her. "Huh?"
"As the Shinigami of Hyotei Gakuen," Momo smirked as she glanced at her hand. "It's my job to stop any monster that obstructs the goals of the team."
Suddenly, the PA rang out. "We have now arrived at Kanagawa. Thank you for riding with us."
Momo's eyes widened at the word "Kanagawa" as she stood up coldly. "Thank you for accompanying me, Sengoku-san. I have to go now."
Sengoku, puzzled by her sudden coldness, followed her out as she started walking briskly. Despite the huge crowds, he managed to follow her and the purple hair she had did make her stick out. Making his way through the crowd nearly suffocated him but the moment she stopped walking, he found himself in front of a dojo which clearly wrote: "SANADA DOJO".
"Wow, this is where you live," Sengoku brightened up at how big the house was. "It's biiig~!"
"This place isn't suitable for living," Momo shook her head, murmuring softly. "This is the cage I was once in..."
"Why would you call your own home a cage," Sengoku stared at Momo, noticing her tight grip on her umbrella. "Momo-chan, we don't need to stay here you know..."
Momo shook her head as she took a step forward, steeling her resolve.
This ends... now...
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Shizuru on the other hand sighed as she sat in front of her laptop with her facebook staring right back at her face. Many posts from her fans started clogging up her wall as she let out a sigh and started changing the security settings on her account. Half of her mind wanted her to click the "block" button and the other half wanted her to just shut off her computer and play with her DS or something. As she opened her inbox, she found the website she started writing for years ago and looked at the assignment given to her.
You're going to be writing with someone this time. The article has to be quite inspiring especially for those who suffered hard times. The e-mail is: .jp. Have fun. –Coordinator Sekima
Shizuru sighed as she opened up a window to start her e-mail to her said partner.
To: .jp
From: backstreetgirl_.jp
Good day,
My coordinator has assigned you to be my partner for the article established in the junior magazines coming out this autumn.
I hope we can work together.
If possible, may we be able to chat in a chat room sometime?
Thank you.
With this short message, she sent it while lying around on her bed and staring at the ceiling. However in thirty minutes, her computer let out a loud ding as she received a new e-mail from her contact.
To: backstreetgirl_.jp
From: .jp
Good day,
I also received a contact from him that you will be my partner for the article.
I'm not very active in the chat rooms in the day time but I usually go online at night time.
However, since I am in Germany as of now – I will coordinate to your time schedule to make it less stressful for you.
Before she could type out her reply, she found his name appearing in the online list of contacts and accessed it immediately.
backstreetgirl_22793: Hi, I just got your e-mail...
kt1007: Thank you for responding immediately. Shall we start working on the article now?
backstreetgirl_22793: :) Yeah, we should.
Hours began to pass as ideas flew back and forth. Shizuru smiled as she quickly started typing and ideas were just flowing into her fingers. Her said partner seemed to agree as well, often giving her parts that she should take note of and which she gladly accepted. After a few hours, the two quickly placed it together and despite their ideas only coming out on the spot, all the words fit in perfectly.
backstreetgirl_22793: Wow, you're amazing... O_O
kt1007: Thank you, it's very kind of you to say so.
backstreetgirl22793: Half the stuff I write never seems good enough to me...XD
kt1007: It's good to expect a lot from yourself. Just do not make the standard humanly unattainable.
backstreetgirl_22793: Thanks for telling me. XD Oh, I have to go now. I have to work on my training for the Regionals.
Logging out after saying a few courteous goodbyes, Shizuru went off to the gym deep within the L.X.A headquarters. Unlike most gyms that had barbells, treadmills and the works, Shizuru found herself in an empty dome-like structure while looking at the computer LED screen.
"Commence Combat Tennis Sequence," Shizuru stretched her limbs as she raised her racquet. "Opponent code: 006 – Virgin's Touch."
In front of Shizuru, a holograph began to take form and revealed the younger sister of Yukimura Seiichi in front of her.
"Let's dance," Shizuru smiled faintly at her opponent. "Yukimura..."
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Mai on the other hand made a visit to the hospital as she found Yukimura Seiichi sitting on the bed while bringing in a bento.
"Wow, you look like something the cat dragged in," Yukimura stared in surprise as he found Mai's red hair slapped against her face.
Mai giggled as she set down her drenched jacket. "My cat wouldn't dare. I thought my jacket was at least a bit water retardant. Oh, I brought you a bento. Hospital food isn't really good for your system."
Yukimura let out a good-natured chuckle as he unwrapped the bento to see a grilled salmon fillet drizzled with teriyaki sauce with bean sprouts and plain rice under it. The bluenette forked it while placing a small piece into his mouth while looking at Mai who started drying her hair in the bathroom.
"My compliments to the chef," he smiled as he continued to fork pieces into his mouth, enjoying every bit of it. "This really tastes better than hotel food actually..."
Mai blushed upon hearing his compliment as she wrung her jacket dry. "That's great to hear..."
"Mai-chan, can you come here," Yukimura beckoned her to sit on the bed, causing the tensai to inch towards the beautiful male cautiously which made the said captain. "Mai-chan, I'm not going to kill you. Just sit here."
Mai found herself inches away from him as she regained some of her composure. "Y-yes, is there anything you need?"
Oh no, totally unprepared! He's going to confess! ARGH, this is like a death sentence! I didn't even plan out my confession yet!
"I need someone to watch over the regulars during the Nationals," Yukimura stated slowly as he showed her the calendar. "I would've gone but... I have my own battle too... I would have asked my sister but she has her own team to attend to."
Mai saw one of the dates with a big red circle on it, indicating his surgery for Gullain-Barre syndrome. "Sure, no problem. I'm sure Niou-kun will be happy to see Isane-senpai."
"Marui should get a little charged too," Yukimura laughed as he recalled the vice captain complaining to him about Marui's non-stop yapping on how he'll take Ayane away from Atobe. "Sanada definitely will get a boost from Shizuru, especially when he finds out that she'll be watching him. His rivalry also with Momo-chan makes it even better."
Mai sighed while shaking her head. "In other words, we're like catalysts huh?"
"You could say that," Yukimura smiled serenely.
Mai's amber eyes glittered. "I like that."
"Oh and Mai," Yukimura smiled as he pat her head. "Thanks for putting all your hard work into making the food."
Mai's eyes widened. How did he know I made it...?
"Food always tastes better when the person has a lot of care and affection for a certain person," Yukimura continued eating while looking out the window. "The same way the room would always get brighter when they're people around, no?"
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Niou scowled at Kirihara who dragged him all the way to the arcade with Marui. He rolled his eyes while letting out a sigh. Marui lunged for the "House of the Dead Four" game with Kirihara as the two started screaming for their lives. The silver haired trickster lazily looked around for a dart game but found nothing until he found his favourite silver haired female walking in with some friends. Though they weren't from the tennis team, Marui glanced behind with a huge grin.
"Ooh, it's Hyotei's tensai baker Muto Tokiko-san~," Marui dreamily grinned as he imagined food once again. "Everything she bakes tastes good..."
Niou raised an eyebrow at him before watching Isane cheerfully laugh with the other girls. "Fatty, you're down to one life..."
Marui turned back to the screen with his face paling with horror. "Oh shit!"
Kirihara started firing everywhere, sarcastically noting. "Thanks for daydreaming, senpai! It really killed the monster!"
"Shut up, Bakaya!"
Niou chuckled as he found Kirihara barely managing to survive only to get killed by the monster.
"Nooo," Kirihara banged his head on the panel before pointing accusingly at Marui. "It's your fault, senpai!"
"Shaddup, I died too," Marui fired back as he placed the gun back.
"Marui-kun," a voice stopped the two from fighting and Marui started drooling.
"Toki-Toki, do you have cookies with you," he grinned dreamily and then brightened when he saw her holding a bag of cookies in front of him. "Yay, you brought cookies!"
Niou rolled his eyes as he picked up the gun after swiping his card. "Let me show you how it's done, morons."
It didn't take very long for another player to enter, revealing Hyotei's Sniper shyly picking up the gun. "I hope you don't mind working with a girl..."
"It would be my pleasure," he gave her a mischievous smirk causing her to blush intensely.
Tokiko sighed as she folded her arms. "Isane's attracted to anything that looks like a gun or at least fires like one..."
Her other friend snickered as she watched Isane take down a few. "That's because she also likes her partner...~"
Isane blushed, completely embarrassed while firing another few. "Tokiko, Kureha, you're mean!"
Niou smirked as he managed to roll his eyes to see Isane managing to fire despite her friends teasing her. Isane practically rivalled the colour of Marui's hair at the mention of the two's thoughts. The trickster however managed to keep his cool but kept more of his focus on the other monsters as they fell down one after the other. He still had a full bar and Isane pretty much had a clean run too.
"Wow Niou-kun," she glanced at his score. "You survived longer than most of my partners."
Niou raised an eyebrow at the Sniper. "Most?"
"The only one who survived here until the last stage with me was my older brother," Isane shyly admitted as she continued firing. "Sasuke died at the fourth stage though."
Niou chuckled as he took out another one. "That proves we're such a good pair no?"
Isane, blushing again, focused on the game before she could lose another life. Out of nowhere, another zombie appeared and ran after her until a shot took it out revealing a smug looking Niou. Marui, Kirihara and Isane's friends gaped in awe as they fought side by side in House of the Dead Four with no complications and not even an exchange of words. Boys soon started to crowd at the machine as they haven't lost a life yet nor have they missed a shot.
Kureha whispered dreamily to Tokiko. "You know, they look as if they're in a thriller/action movie."
"I have to admit," Tokiko chuckled lightly. "They do fit together."
Marui nodded to Kirihara. "They probably don't notice that the rest of the world is watching them."
Kirihara snickered before taking a picture. "Yay, I got my first blackmail from Niou-senpai!"
"I guess your brothers approve," Niou chuckled at Isane who snapped her head towards him.
"Approve of what," Isane stared at him quizzically.
Niou smirked while taking down another zombie. "Two approve about me taking you to Rikkai's Autumn Ball?"
"They had no choice in the matter," Isane sheepishly laughed as they found themselves in front of the last boss. "It's game time."
"Let's do this," Niou shook the gun a little with a mischievous smirk splashed across his face.
People could only stare in awe as they took down their target quickly and only taking one hit on each of their lives in the process. As soon as they had to register their name, Niou typed their names: MasaharuXIsane which caused the silver haired girl to flush fifteen shades of red. Tokiko sighed as Kureha clapped her hands together in delight.
"I can imagine what they're called now," Marui blew another bubble.
Kirihara turned to him as Marui grinned.
"They're officially the Trick Pair."
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"You've returned, Momo-sama," one of the maids bowed as the purple haired Shinigami made her way in.
"I'm sorry to drag you into this," Momo glanced at Sengoku who warily looked around. "Don't worry; we don't have any ninjas hiding in the cupboards."
Sengoku pouted at her. "I'm not afraid of ninjas!"
"You looked like it," Momo snickered as she walked into the dojo only to find the whole council there along with Sanada.
"Momo," Sanada glanced towards her although he couldn't hide his shock. "You're here..."
The elders glared at her as Momo kept a steel face until Sengoku peeped over her shoulder.
"Hello," he cheerfully grinned causing Momo to twitch and shove him out.
"You idiot," Momo grabbed his collar, glaring holes into his skull. "Stay put!"
She quickly composed herself again before taking her bow in front of the council. "I'm sorry for his... ignorance," –Momo completely found herself lack of better word for his stunt.
"You have done nothing but defy the law of the Sanada family," one of the elders spat, a chubby old man. "Your mother is nothing but a tramp to teach you that way."
That flared up Momo's temper but the feeling didn't show itself evident on her face. "If I were much older, I wouldn't need to ask you why I shouldn't cut you down or geld you from where you stand."
One of the elders calmed down the chubby man. "Now now, that is no way to greet our relatives, Kenichi. After all, she did make an effort to come home, no?"
More like I didn't want to and I just ended up here, Momo twitched but thanked him quietly for keeping the other man quiet.
"Genichirou has told us your reply to our message and you are a complete disgrace," the fat man continued to snap at Momo who didn't even wince at the sound of his voice. "You already clobbered me on the head with some bokken and stunted Genichirou's growth! You have done nothing but cause this family trouble!"
"Perhaps it's time to move forward with time," Momo countered although she tried her best to restrain her voice. Remembering how loud Ayane's voice was and how quickly the vice captain got angry did teach her a few things on how to handle these people. "We are no longer in the era of the samurai."
However, Kenichi stood up and slapped Momo across the face and sent her to the ground. "You will pay for your impudence. We will settle this the way the samurai do it."
Momo continued to keep on a cold look as she changed into her hakama and kosode, taking a bokken from the wall. Sengoku gulped as he found himself behind Momo while the old man drew out a sword. The Shinigami narrowed her eyes while looking at the structure of the old man's sword.
Reverse-edged, Momo bit her lip as the clunking of the wooden bamboo fountain echoed throughout the garden.
The old man soon sprinted and Momo blocked it and despite being old, Kenichi quickly out powered Momo and nearly sent her back but she managed to stand her ground. The Shinigami swung her sword, keeping her grip tight as she tried to push the old man back.
"Aren't you going to stop them," Sengoku turned to Sanada who glared at him.
"You're the one who put her in this situation in the first place," Sanada addressed him coldly.
Sengoku, puzzled by Sanada's words, continued to watch the fight as sweat poured down Momo's face and the old man seemed to sneer each time she couldn't lay a hit. The Shinigami swung her bokken once more only to have her flung back.
"You've polluted by your little Hyotei brats," Kenichi scoffed as he pointed the sword to Momo who was forced down on one knee. "They've done nothing but warp your little mind into a mess! What possessed you to even leave Rikkai Dai! Your future was perfect! But no – you abandoned all that for what? For teammates who will never understand the law! You even chose a playboy! What is wrong with you! Has the world made you mad!"
Momo smirked as she stood up. "If I stayed within the boundaries of the law, I wouldn't be as strong as I was today. I would have been a flightless bird; unable to rely on anybody but the people who provided her the future. But... I found something else in Hyotei... friends who stood by me... who didn't compare me to Genichirou the way they did in Rikkai... Not only that, there was this one guy who made a lot of impact even if he was just an "orange head full of childishness". He didn't even feel the need to be afraid of me. He took me as I am; not as Sanada Momo but as Momo. That is why," –Momo let go off her sword and held it in one hand. "I'll show you the result of what I've gone through."
Kenichi snorted in disgust as Momo sprinted forward in somewhat a dance pattern and got through his defences right away.
Sengoku grinned in awe. "Hey, that's Mai-chan's Jazz Tennis!"
Momo smirked as the old man obviously paled when he barely managed to block her hit. She twisted her body and went for a double handed strike down causing him to fall back.
Hitomi...
Isane...
Haruka...
Rin...
Kiyone...
Ayane...
Mai...
Shizuru...
I'm not letting you guys down again, Momo fluidly struck the sword with a whiplash before jumping back. The old man, frustrated, charged at her before she side stepped and brought the sword down on his to disarm. She then vanished and appeared behind him and as he turned around her tapped his forehead lightly with her sword.
"Gotcha," Momo smirked as she stood quietly with a grumbling old man.
However, like every other Sanada – defeat is not an option; he quickly grabbed her sword and shoved her to the ground.
"That boy's done nothing but fill your head with pointless fantasies," he snorted as he kept a firm grip on Momo's hair while lifting his sword. "You've never felt steel slide across your skin so, let me show you how it feels!"
Ready to bring down the sword, Kenichi flung it without hesitation only to be blocked by a tennis racquet and the Shinigami stared in awe as Sengoku now was covered in mud.
"You halfwit," Momo found Sengoku gasping for air. "You do realize your racquet could have been broken?"
Sengoku grinned goofily to her. "That's what guys do right? Sanada family member, Shinigami or not, you're still Momo-chan! To me, that's good enough reason."
Momo, sighing in defeat, took this opportunity to push the man back before grabbing Sengoku. "I hope I've proven my point..."
As she turned around, the Shinigami sighed before teasingly pushing Sengoku's head with her pointer. "You're such a weirdo, Sengoku-kun."
Sengoku's face brightened at the sound of the suffix. "Hey~, you called me Sengoku-kun! Lucky~, I've been waiting for that~!"
Momo blushed intensely as she twitched. "Must you announce it to the world every time I do something affectionate?"
Sengoku started laughing which prompted Momo to smile with the feeling of finally dealing with the past that she had thought that she had left behind.
The happy go lucky Yamabuki vice captain grinned at her, although half of him said she was going to say no like almost all the time. "So, can we go for coffee?"
Momo chuckled at Sengoku's expression. "Sure, why not?"
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Hitomi, staying home, popped open another bottle of beer as she went downstairs to get some fruitcake sitting in the fridge. She took a seat in front of the TV and realizing that most of the shows every Saturday were either inane or senseless; the Mastermind resigned herself to grabbing a sewing kit and started making a TeruTeru Bozu. As she started stuffing the head with cotton, Hitomi cringed and began to wonder how kids could easily make something like this while she, a girl with an IQ at 200, couldn't tell apart a needle and thread. With a frustrated sigh, Hitomi placed it down and began to pace around her room.
Pictures for her blackmail decorated her wall as a smile painted itself on her face. One picture showed Niou licking off the mocha ice cream from Isane's lower lip in which the said girl turned extremely red, another of Kiyone being saved by Shiraishi from the falling pet supplies, Ayane feeding Atobe his Panna Cotta only to completely blush when he licked the spoon clean, Haruka freaking out in horror when the wind blew up her skirt and Jackal saw something he shouldn't have, Rin on Kajimoto's back after a long day in the gym, Sengoku trying to catch a goldfish only in the end to have Momo do it for him, Mai trying to teach Yukimura to dance and Shizuru slightly blushing when Tezuka was actually within one feet away from her.
How come I can't find anyone who would like me for the way these guys ended up?
Again, another frustrated sigh made its way out of her mouth as she walked towards the window.
There's nothing out of the ordinary today. It's just the usual rain and a body dangling on wire in front of my window, Hitomi smiled until she paled at what she thought.
WAIT, A BODY DANGLING ON THE WIRE IN FRONT OF MY WINDOW?
The body clearly looked it was strangled but more like it was thrown off the top of her house. The girl had the black wires strung all around her body with it almost making her eyes bulge out and her skin was blue from deprivation of oxygen. Her body contorted in a way that the toes were touching the head of the girl as she was forcibly stretched back upside down. Despite looking like she had been tortured for ages, the girl had her eyes and mouth sewn shut and the workmanship wasn't exactly good either making it very obvious they used low quality thread. She stood there, frozen for a moment, not sure what to think especially when that face looked very familiar.
Isn't that... Oishi Haruhi, the math whiz from Seishun Gakuen?
Hitomi quickly ran to her landline and began dialling Seishun Gakuen's data man's house number.
"Hello," a familiar data man answered the phone. "Is this Yamaguchi-san?"
"Inui, I need the number of Oishi's house," Hitomi rapidly spoke. "There's a 90 percent chance that you'll freeze and not tell me if I tell you my reasons now give me the number!"
Inui, albeit shocked, gave her the number anyway. "What's going on?"
"You know Oishi Haruhi," Hitomi fired back at Inui.
Inui nodded and froze when she mentioned the name.
"She's dead and she's hanging right in front of my window right now."
As she expected, Inui froze as she put down the phone to call up Oishi. Hitomi shuddered at the thought of the person hanging outside her window as she heard a thud coming from her window.
Probably just a freak throw of a rock or something, Hitomi waited for the line to be picked up.
The banging and the hitting became louder causing the Mastermind to snap her head towards her window but continued to stay by the phone. While waiting for Oishi to answer, Hitomi began texting the other girls as quickly as she could. Suddenly, the thumping and hitting sound stopped which calmed Hitomi down.
That was before the window suddenly shattered and the body flew in, causing Hitomi to scream.
"Hello?"
"Oishi-san, this is Yamaguchi Hitomi," Hitomi calmed herself down after seeing a flying body go into her room. "When was the last time you saw your cousin?"
"Are you talking about Haruhi-chan? I saw her last week," Oishi waited in complete confusion. "Why?"
Hitomi sighed as she inhaled sharply. "I don't think you want to hear this from me so... you might want to see it for yourself. My house is near the Kokusai Denshin Denwa Company and Starbucks. You should be able to see it there."
As she put the phone down, Hitomi let out a relieved sigh until she found the body no longer where it should be.
I don't like where this is going, Hitomi gulped when she found the Haruhi on the ceiling like Spiderman, drooling and licking her chops. Why do I feel this is a sick remake of Kuroshitsuji manga?
The supposedly dead girl lunged at her to which Hitomi managed to dodge as Haruhi started clawing on the wall with a deadly hiss. The Mastermind continued running before finding an umbrella and whacking the crazed undead with it. Haruhi maniacally ran down her stairs in some spider-like fashion though clearly upside down with beast-like teeth snapping at her. As she answered the door, Hitomi found Haruka in front of her.
"Haruka, you're here!"
"What in the world is going on," Haruka found Haruhi lunging at her. "Holy God, what is that!"
With one swift throw, Haruka thanked her lucky stars that she remembered some of her Wu Shu as she tossed Haruhi over her head. As Haruhi slid on the road, the said girl lunged for another blood bath only to get run over by a delivery truck and completely lay flat on the ground although she was still twitching. The driver gulped as he went down to check if the girl was alright while Hitomi and Haruka heard sirens from far away.
"What the hell was that," Haruka glanced at Hitomi before walking over to check the body. "Where in the world...?"
Hitomi held her hand in front of her. "Don't step anywhere near it; you might be considered a suspect..."
Soon, the police managed to clear Haruka, Hitomi and the driver that the victim had been already dead when they came in contact with her. Oishi and the others she called came there only to have a bloody scene unfold beyond them.
"Ewww," Ayane turned away while Atobe who happened to be with her could only stare in horror.
Oishi felt his lungs constrict hard and he couldn't even exhale.
Momo couldn't even finish her Chamomile Tea Frappe while Sengoku barely managed to hack out a sound.
Niou visibly turned white and Isane nearly fainted if not for her Trickster's fast reflex to help her stay standing.
Marui, Kirihara and Isane's friends – Tokiko and Kureha stumbled back completely aghast.
Kiyone gaped as she and the Oshitari cousins stared in complete disgust.
Shizuru didn't show any visible change in emotion only to have her fists grip tightly.
Rin screamed as she jumped into the closest person's arms which happened to be Kajimoto.
Mai nearly choked at the sight as she dropped her bag.
"Hitomi-senpai," Shizuru was first to break the silence. "What happened?"
The Mastermind shook her head at her kohai. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
The dead body still twitched and let out a loud growl causing the people to back up. Atobe stood in front of Ayane while Sengoku got ready to push Momo out of the way before anything else. Haruhi lashed out again only to have herself caught by Shizuru by the neck. The corpse lashed out, swinging her claws and snapping her jaws until Sengoku clobbered it with his racquet.
"My racquet," he noticed it no longer stood straight, letting out a sniffle. "It's dented..."
"That's what you get for using it to clobber things, Sengoku," Momo face palmed.
However, it didn't stop there as the corpse this time lashed out at Atobe until Shizuru brought down her leg on its neck while Momo grabbed its hair and slammed her on the wet asphalt.
"This is worse than House of the Dead Four," Niou muttered as the corpse tried to lunge again.
Shizuru managed to snatch a gun from the policeman and shoved it in its mouth.
"Requesicat in Pace," Shizuru glared as she fired the gun without flinching as the brains and whatever was left sprayed out on the ground.
Ayane screamed and nearly fainted if not for Atobe and Marui coming to help her. Kiyone didn't say anything while Kenya tried to move her away from the scene. Wiping away the blood, Shizuru stood by the fallen body while trying to recompose herself as another car came in with two familiar faces.
"What happened," Fuuka jumped out only to draw back in revulsion. "What the hell is that?"
Ai gulped as she hid behind Fuuka. "Fuu-chan, Shizu-chan, is that even human?"
Shizuru lightly touched it with a sad smile. "Yeah, it was... whoever it was."
Hitomi explained to everyone. "Guys, I just found her hanging in front of my window and trying eat my guts. This is Oishi Haruhi... or whatever was left of her..."
Fuuka turned to Shizuru. "They're running rampant aren't they?"
"Ah, Natsuki-chan probably dealt with her own set of murders," Shizuru sighed sadly as she did the sign of the cross in front of the body.
"How can you three talk about the body so calmly," Oishi shouted, causing the three to turn to him.
Fuuka scoffed with a snort. "I've seen worse."
"Crying won't do us any good," Shizuru shook her head.
Ai twiddled with her thumbs. "I know it's hard to absorb but that wasn't her anymore. She just tried to eat people!"
"I see you guys found another," a voice came from a motorcycle as everyone turned around.
On the motorcycle, a slate gray haired female dismounted as her sharp violet eyes analysed the situation.
"Amakusa Natsuki," Fuuka smirked. "Quite a surprise that a kansai captain is here."
"That's like saying that most of the attacks are commin' around from here," Natsuki pointed out to Fuuka. "But dag nab it, ahm purdy sure there's a whole lot of crap where that came from. Civilians are purdy much like a one legged man in a butt-kickin' contest. Fuuka, are ya sure yer not missing anything?"
"Trust me, I do daily scans, nothing," Fuuka hissed at the Shitenhouji captain. "Where's Hoshimura?"
Shizuru shook her head. "She can't really join us, she has her operation..."
"Nonsense," a British accent caught the attention of all four them and the other people, revealing Florence coming out of the coffee shop. "I'll do fine."
Atobe looked at the body before looking at the five. "You all have some explaining to do."
"An' we'll explain but fer now," Natsuki glared at Atobe before she looked at the body. "First things first, we give this poor kid a proper burial then trace where all these vermins are comin' from. Ah got a purdy good feelin' in mah gut that ah know where."
"Wait a minute," Isane counted all the captains. "One two three four... wait, you guys are the five aren't you?"
Niou stared at Isane for a moment as Fuuka smirked at her.
"Yes, yes we are. We're the five."
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Atobe agreed to let the people use his house as a discussion area seeing that Hitomi had just become a target for some weird monster and that he himself wanted to know what the Hyotei girls were talking about. Florence, Shizuru, Fuuka, Ai and Natsuki took the centre as the others surrounded them.
"Alright start asking," Fuuka folded her arms. "Don't ask me stupid questions."
Ayane gulped as she asked the first question. "H-How did she end up like that?"
"We don't know exactly," Florence answered for Fuuka. "That's why we've been trying to find out. Many organizations have pulled this kind of stunt but this was the worst one yet."
Atobe took this chance to ask another question. "Who exactly are you people?"
"You only know us as captains of each team," Shizuru suddenly lost her motherly aura and became a little more serious. "We are what you guys call 'shadows of the military'."
"In other words," Fuuka continued on for Shizuru. "Your family should know this, Atobe. We work for L.X.A."
"L.X.A," Atobe repeated for a moment before keeping quiet.
Niou leaned back, not really affected by the situation after going through House of the Dead Four. "So, the L.X.A if I heard from Isane right is a government organization that handles taking down black organizations that try to affect the negotiations and peace treaties around the world?"
"Exactly," Natsuki nodded at Niou. "Bless yer soul, ya ain't dumb as a box of rocks."
Niou shrugged at her. "Isane's the sister of a police officer and I've heard it come up when I called her up the last time."
"Hold on," Haruka recalled the descriptions of the five princesses. "Hoshimura's the one who fights for her life, Shizuru's the one with the darkness at her command and Souma is the one who desires nothing but victory... what does that make Amakusa and Yukimura?"
"I'm living in an apartment alone," Natsuki filled in. "Kane Michaelides must've told you that."
Rin tilted her head at Ai. "I still don't get Yukimura's..."
"One without identity," Hitomi sat down while thinking it through. "Ai, do you feel overshadowed by your brother or something?"
Ai shook her head sadly while Fuuka explained it straight out.
"Yukimura Ai... was not supposed to exist."
They all stared in awe as Marui gulped along with Kirihara and Niou.
Marui shook his head in shock. "B-but wait, how can that be?"
"L.X.A. wanted Yukimura Seiichi but seeing he had Guillain-Barré," Fuuka glanced at Ai. "They decided to recreate him. The only problem is that the moment they took out the gene that had the Guillain-Barré syndrome, it altered his composition completely and thus made Ai instead. If you notice, Ai almost looks like a spitting image of her brother."
Marui turned back to Ai. "Does... your brother know?"
"No," Ai shook her head. "Mom and dad do though... I was only supposed to be an organ donor for my brother in case something went wrong... So, L.X.A made a deal with them: they can save Seiichi but they have to do it their way and they must abide to everything they say so... they created me..."
Momo folded her arms together. "Wait, so what was Haruhi... what the heck happened?"
"That's the result of a failed creation of a Princess," Ai answered weakly. "They were trying to create more of us. We were the first... the thing is – they wanted something with less personality."
"ZODIAC found out that the L.X.A had us so they tried to create more like us," Fuuka crushed a soda can in her hand. "Those things out there... you call those "Peasants". They're girls who became failed experiments and thus became more voracious in their desire for human blood."
Shizuru tapped her chin. "But the problem is... if it were ZODIAC, they don't have the resources..."
Soon, the whole room fell into a silence as Fuuka picked up her cellphone and began dialling a few numbers.
"Who are you calling," Florence turned to Fuuka who had a smirk.
"An old friend."
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Wow, totally funky chapter huh? So, who do you think this old friend is going to be? I'm sorry for it being so late but here it is! Please please please submit your choice for Hitomi before anything else that's why she has no romance life yet! Thank you! Don't forget to review please!