DN: Wow, how long has it been since I've updated? I accidentally stumbled on my fic while browsing PoT fics, and was thinking...hmm...this tone sounds awfully familiar..then it hit me. So, here I am, uploading fics that I finished eons ago.

Just like Fuji is the tensai of Seigaku, we have Yuushi at Hyotei. He's the 'Man of Thousand Techniques', the team rogue and trickster. Heh, he thinks he's so cool, acting all suave and mysterious and –and –and smart-like, all the time. Pft, if it weren't for me, he would be half as great as he is now.

For those who haven't figured it out yet (Idiots, not even Jirou is that oblivious.) I am Mukahi Gakuto-sama from Hyotei's renown doubles tennis pair (Screw the Silver Pair, they only have the fancy name 'cause Shishido's a princess and Ohtori has 'pretty' silver hair.), not to mention the best acrobatic tennis player ever! (That's right Kikumaru, I totally pwned you!)

You must be thinking, why is a man of my looks and talent just a minor part in the overall Hyotei tennis team image? To be honest, I don't either! This is outrageous! I guess it's because I don't really fit into any cliché categories like the others. Shishido's got the 'love me 'cause I got mass angst' thing down pact. Ohtori's has this good boy image, and just because he's really tall, it always seems like he's looking down at me. I don't like it.

Of course you already know Yuushi's the smooth ladies man and resident genius. Then there's Atobe, who's the diva of the group. Jirou gets lots of attention too! And he spends most of his time sleeping! I refuse to be placed into the cute and slightly (Very!) ditzy category with him. And Hiyoshi, who's got this sob story of climbing to the top by gekokujou. That's blatant disrespect towards his esteemed sempai-tachi! Especially me! Then there's Kabaji, who's…well…Kabaji.

Whoa…getting off track here. Where was I? Oh yeah, stupid Yuushi, taking all the attention. I swore I would one day get my revenge (in a way that wouldn't compromise our superb synchronization of course). After many, many months of inattention, I have finally found a way to one up him. Yes, that's right, I, the mighty super awesome better-than-you, Mukahi Gakuto-sama has found--dramatic pause--the tensai of Hyotei's weakness. Now, it's he who watches me warily, unable to predict what my next move will be. Revenge never tasted so sweet (save for the time I dyed Shishido's uniform pink for putting itching powder in my shoes).

It all started three weeks ago, when Atobe made up his magnificent mind (note sarcasm) to 'grace the public courts with his ethereal presence'. Personally, I think he was hoping Tezuka would be there. I mean, why else would he be going to a pair of rundown courts to share with a bunch of third-rate tennis players when he had the well manicured school courts and his own personal ones, at his disposal? Anyways, the rest of us were dragged along, partly for our own amusement and partly because Atobe wanted an impressive posse to lounge around with.

Luckily for us, some of Seigaku's regulars were there. The tall second year that said 'don' a lot (I heard that his dunk smash knocked out Yanagisawa from St. Rudolph for twelve hours), Kikumaru (that bastard!), his egg headed partner, and the snot-nosed freshmen, Echizen. With them was a tiny girl with two braids. Ryuuzaki Sakuno, all around quiet person, haltingly shy, and the most accident prone person I've ever met.

Yuushi, being the naturally inquisitive (read nosy) and charming person that he is, tried talking to her while Atobe and Echizen were trading barbed insults. To my great amusement, she not only flinched and stuttered, but was steadily inching away until she fell off the bench. Hysterically laughing at Yuushi in my head, I helped her up and commented on how her braids threw off her center of balance. Much to Yuushi's chagrin, she giggled and began to relate her one of many moments of klutziness.

We parted later on a friendly note, promising to text message each other. Coincidently, my cell phone disappeared from my locker the very next day. Yuushi was the only one that knew my combination, but I pretended to throw a huge fuss about loosing it on the way to school. Nevertheless I continued to pay my phone bills (I would send the grand total, plus interest, to Yuushi later)

I watched as Yuushi walked around with that smug look on his face, thinking himself very clever. I allowed him that small pleasure, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Then, the perfect moment arrived, in all it's smelly, steam filled glory. After a particularly productive practice was over, and the regulars were the only ones left in the showers. I stripped out of my sweat soaked jersey, carefully reviewing my choice of words. "Yuushi, could you text Sakuno-chan for me and tell her that her obaa-san left her windbreaker in the office?"

Smirking to myself, I left him flabbergasted, frozen in the motion of untying his shoes. Ha! That'll knock his ego down a couple pegs. I luxuriously enjoyed my steaming shower and skipped home, humming loudly. And so, here I am, discreetly lording it over him. Of course, I found my 'mysterious disappearing cell phone' in my book bag this morning.

DN: I've been taking summer school for English and am trying to improve my writing, so if anyone has a pairing and a brief story outline or even just a phrase or word, send me a review!