*Gulp* "I'm not sure what you're talking about." Akaya said nervously. "Is that so?" Yukimura's smile was serene. They were currently in the clubroom. Yukimura had said that he wanted to talk to Akaya and no one should disturb them. He, of course, didn't have to voice out his order. The sadistic aura emitting from the clubroom was more than enough to keep anyone from entering.

"Let's try again, shall we? What happened when you went to look for Sanada?" Akaya kept looking here and there. "N-nothing b-buchou." The captain's smile only grew, making Akaya even more uncomfortable. His smiles never indicated anything positive. But in this case, being tortured by his captain was better than having to deal with the fukubuchou. He was quite sure of it. But Yukimura's next words made him rethink his decision.

"How about we strengthen our bonding? Like spend the rest of the week together. And the weekend at Genichirou's. Just you, me and Genichirou. Doesn't that sound nice?" Yukimura's smile was almost maniacal. "W-what?!" Akaya squeaked. Yukimura only smiled. "Fukubuchou will kill me if I tell anyone anything. Or worse he'd probably do those weird things again!" Akaya shuddered at the memory. "Weird things?" the captain mentally congratulated himself for being able to get a clue. Akaya looked terrified. "Yes! YES! He has weird dreams of Kimi senpai and he keeps calling her name. Then he tries to KISS ME! Oh that poor book, the one that got kissed while trying to save me!" He waited for a moment to catch his breath but stopped. His face looked like he was about to explode after he realized what he had done.

"Nooo!" he cried. "I don't want to die! Or be violated again! Save me buchou!" (A/N: Now, we all know Aka-chan isn't all that dramatic. But the 'trauma' in question had managed to frazzle his nerves. Hehe.) Yukimura gave his ace a sympathetic pat. "There there, no need to worry, ne? I'll take care of Sanada." He said smiling. On the inside though, he was having a hard time controlling his laughs. Poor Akaya, almost got kissed by a guy. And by Sanada, no less. They walked out of the clubroom together. "Now go ahead and do your laps." Yukimura said moving to sit by the courts. Akaya nodded and ran off. Weird dreams about Kimihiro, eh? This ought to be fun.

Kimihiro was very mad. Huffing and puffing, she entered the student council office to do her after school paperwork. She kept grumbling under her breath as she went through her paperwork.

Who does he think he is, ignoring me like that! Up until now it was okay. I actually thought he was a decent person. Urgghh! She just couldn't figure this guy out. It was so much better when I kept more distance from him. First he picks fights with me, then gives me weird glances, and now he ignores me! Completely! The guts of that guy!

At the student council office, she did her job half-heartedly. Almost everyone could tell that their vice president was really out of it. Arima Yuna, a fellow student council member and a close friend to Kimihiro, found her friend's actions to be a bit odd and called out to her. But her friend didn't respond and kept launching strings of colorful words in a low voice. Arima stifled a laugh. She was aware of her friend's situation. Kimihiro and Sanada's arguments were pretty much famous and Arima had witnessed it quite a few times. They would fight like a married couple, bickering about petty issues. But truth be told, it was quite entertaining to see the fearsome Sanada getting flustered and agitated only because of one crazy girl.

Seeing that her friend wasn't going to respond to her anytime soon, she put a hand on her shoulder to stop her grumbling.

"What!" Kimihiro snapped. Arima put her hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry Yu-chan, I didn't notice it was you."

"I have been calling you for a while now."

"Really?" Kimihiro sounded guilty. "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright. Want to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?"

"Sanada san? That's the reason for your sour mood, ne?" *wink*

"O-of course not!" a red-faced Kimihiro replied.

"Yeah, right."

Kimihiro tried to look very annoyed even though her blush was a dead giveaway. Arima chuckled at her friend's antics. When will they ever grow up and admit it? She sighed.

"Let's just finish up here and then go get some ice cream. Okay?" Kimihiro's face lit up with joy at the sound of the offer. "Okay!" was her enthusiastic reply.

Sanada tried to ignore his beloved captain and head to the clubroom, for Yukimura right now, was giving him the creeps. He was just going to pretend that he didn't notice Yukimura staring and smiling at him and get on with his practice. Quite fortunately, he was able to dodge his captain before practice. I just have to pack up real fast and leave before Yukimura can engage me in any of his strange conversations. He thought as he ran his laps.

He wanted to put all his concentration on his practice and had been able to achieve it. More or less. He was able to lead everyone properly and had won all his practice matches. But every time his eyes drifted to his captain, he would be seen looking straight at Sanada with this creepy smile on his face. And Sanada would feel a cold shiver run down his spine.

As soon as practice was over, he changed and dashed out of the clubroom. He didn't even bother to check if the captain was in the clubroom or not. Survival was his top priority now. He ran all the way to the school gates only to stop dead in his tracks. For at the school gates, waiting for him, was none other than Yukimura. "Sanada." Yukimura nodded to him. "Let's walk home together, shall we?" the captain said with one of his sadistic smiles. Sanada gulped.

This could not be happening.

Arima and Kimihiro walked by some street courts after having ice cream. "Haven't played against you in a while Elle." Arima said nodding to the courts to their left. "You know I suck, fukubuchou." Kimihiro teased. Arima Yuna was the fukubuchou of the girls' tennis team of Rikkai Dai and was a national level tennis player.

"Oh quit it, Elle. We all know that's bull. The captain's asked you to join the team so many times. But you refused her." Arima retorted. Kimihiro only stuck her tongue out. "I don't have my racquet." "I have an extra one." Arima smirked. Kimihiro huffed at her friend's efficiency. "Thanks a lot miss perfect."

They took their positions and Kimihiro served. Her serve was easy for Arima to return. "Play seriously." She scolded. "I don't know what you're talking about." Kimihiro replied. They volleyed for a while and then suddenly Arima started playing with more force, compelling Kimihiro to use better moves. But Arima managed to score. "Losing your touch, I see." She winked. "You haven't seen anything yet." Kimihiro growled. They again took position and this time Arima served. Well, this will be fun. She thought.

***Timeskip to almost two hours later***

Both Arima and Kimihiro were sweating profusely and grinning. They shook hands. Arima had won 6 games to 4. "I could've won that." Kimihiro scoffed. Arima shrugged. "I told you to play seriously. But you're oh-so stubborn. You really could've won Elle." Kimihiro stuck her tongue out and grinned. "But we had fun!" Arima couldn't help laughing. Her friend was such a kid.

"Did you ever tell Sanada san about you playing tennis?" They were heading home from the courts when Arima decided to drop the question. "Pfft. No." In reality, Kimihiro was planning to tell Sanada that, but their current cold war made her not want to do it anymore. It would've been fun if we could play together. We could spend more time- wait! No! I don't need that kind of negativity in my life. "Do you like him?" Arima asked. "NO!"Kimihiro replied too fast. Her eyes wide and face red. "I-I g-gotta go home, Yu-chan. See ya tomorrow." She ran off without waiting for a reply. Arima stood there with a big smile on her face as Kimihiro ran off. She needed to make a call.

To be continued…

A/N: I have decided to consider Black fire283's suggestion and I've added yet another skill to our very talented and lovable Ellen Kimihiro. Please review!