A/N: Hehehe! I hope you guys are having fun reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it. What will Yuki think of next?!

I do not own Prince of Tennis, only the Tanami family.

Chapter 5

Tezuka marched through his house, utterly frustrated. Not that the emotion showed but the vibes he was giving off would have alerted even the smallest mouse of his displeasure. He wanted nothing more than to bash something into the ground. And that something was specifically Yuki Tanami's conniving head.

The incident at the locker room was only a sample of what that girl had concocted. A vein was about to pop in his forehead at the memory of the following day at school.

It was a normal sunny day. The sun was bright, the peach blossoms were rustling with the wind and Tezuka, the unsuspecting fool, had thought that yesterday's scenario was a one of a kind event that would not repeat itself. Maybe he should bash his own head in for not thinking that Yuki was a relentless pervert who would try something else. Not that he had let his guard down on purpose; he had good reason to not be skeptic of the girl.

When he walked through the school gates that accursed morning, he was intercepted by the very blond he should have avoided.

"Morning Tezuka-kun." Yuki had her hair tied up in a high ponytail that portrayed feigned innocence and hid her distorted character. Her face however portrayed a hint of guilt as she looked up at Tezuka.

Since she was standing in his way, he had no choice but to acknowledge her presence instead of walking past her and pretending she didn't exist. "Good morning." His tone was final and he tried to walk around her but she intercepted him, keeping directly in his path. Tezuka was about to ask her to move when big hazel eyes looked up at him forlornly. He felt his heart skip a beat for a moment as he gazed down at large, shimmering pools filled with golden honey, flecks of brown and green. Shaking his head mentally he tried to focus back on reality. Yuki obviously wanted to say something. raising a brow in question, he spoke, "What is it?"

Yuki bit her lip to try to keep from laughing as she heard the small give in his voice. Turning her gaze downward, she stared at her toes while her hands fiddled with the hem of her shirt. "I . . . want to apologize for yesterday." She paused for a second before going on. "I now realize that what I was trying to do was outright atrocious. I hope you can forgive me." Head still lowered, she glanced up at him through her lashes, looking utterly like a pleading puppy.

Tezuka was taken aback at what she had just said. What could have brought about this sudden change in character? Something in the back of his mind told him that she was up to something. His eyes, however, showed him a truly regretful girl who seemed to be honestly ashamed of what she had done. What girl wouldn't be?

Fixing his glasses, he looked to the side. "It doesn't matter." He kept his peripheral vision focused on her as he said this and was astounded when she jumped on him and held him in a close hug causing several bystanders' jaws drop in shock. No girl had ever dared to make any form of physical contact with the tennis captain.

Resisting the urge to go for his bottom, Yuki pulled back hastily and held the captain at arm's length. "That's good to know." Then she rushed off towards the entrance of the school building with Tezuka's emotionless eyes trailing after her and wondering what on earth had just happened.

It hadn't escaped Tezuka's notice that she didn't overstep her bound and he could only come to one conclusion: the girl had finally been reformed. He walked calmly towards his classroom, oblivious of the whispers that he aroused in his wake. Unaware, that when the teacher walked in he looked strangely at Tezuka.

After the morning rituals were completed, the teacher smiled broadly at his students. "Today we have a special guest who will be my teaching assistant." The teacher raised his arms to silence the questions that barraged him. "Originally, this student is considered a genius and has asked if she could assist me in today's Philosophy lesson." Clearing his throat he called out for the mystery guest to enter. Tezuka felt the world slide from underneath him as he watched the familiar blond hair and tall figure of Yuki walk through the door.

He clenched his fist when she smiled and waved at him specifically. What the heck could she be up to? What later followed, stunned Tezuka beyond belief. Yuki truly was a genius. For most of the lesson the teacher would toss her a name and she would carry on explaining the philosopher's thesis and then their anti-thesis then stating her own opinions. When the lesson was over she walked towards Tezuka's desk and sat on his table.

"Impressed?"

Tezuka made sure to maintain eye contact as he spoke. "Knowledge is attained for oneself, not to impress others."

Laughing lightly she went on. "I love it when people underestimate me and end up being shocked that there's a brain behind this sexy exterior." She winked at Tezuka before blowing him a kiss, hopping off of his desk and walking out the door.

Yuki exhaled a breath that she didn't know she was holding the moment she4 was outside the class room. Leaning on the door she gazed out the hallway window that looked down upon a lush courtyard. If what Fuji-kun said was true then Tezuka's defenses should be lowered very slightly and that was what Yuki wanted. When she meets Tezuka next would be two hours from now and right now she didn't really have much to do. She sighed heavily; she disliked having to wait until she got what she wanted.

Still gazing outside, her eyes widened largely when she saw the unexpected figure of her brother walk around the grassy yard of the front entrance. The Tanami brothers couldn't have tipped him off about the mission. If they did, then Kiba would surely try to stop her at all costs, lecturing her about physically abusing men and how it caused them some trauma or psychological discord. She had to get him out of here now!

"Kiba-kun?"

The mentioned boy jumped slightly before swiveling around to look at the person who called his name. "Ten-kun." He placed a hand on his heart, glad that it was someone he knew that had caught him sneaking into the school. Kiba frowned as he looked accusingly at his cousin. "What are you doing out here and what's that stuff in your hands?"

Tennosouke grinned, "Preparing."

Kiba's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "This reeks of Aniki."

Grinning even wider now, Tennosouke wiggled his eyebrows and tried to walk around his cousin. "I'm always up for anything fun. Besides Yuki-chan could use some help."

"Ten-chan!" a panting Yuki appeared out of the gates and stopped next to her brother. "Say nothing!" bent over from the exertion, the blond placed a hand on her siblings' shoulder before straightening herself and positioning herself in front of her brother, blocking Tennosouke from his view. "You're so paranoid Kiba. How about a lovely walk through the campus?" With an arm behind her back, Yuki was furiously signaling Ten.

Kiba raised a skeptical brow and looked around his sister towards his cousin and spotted him shifting away before he ran for it. "Hey!" if it weren't for the disease Kiba would have easily caught Ten and grabbed that bag he had been carrying which tinkled suspiciously. One moment he was glaring at Ten's back and the next he could see nothing. Yuki had grabbed her brother in a bear hug, and he being shorter than she, his face was buried between her breasts. He pushed against her furiously, his shouts muffled.

When Tennosouke was safely through the doors Yuki released her brother. She watched his red face as he gasped for air and smiled sheepishly. "Oops."

"Oops?!" his fists were waving furiously in the air in front of Yuki's face as he bellowed, "What the hell were you trying to do?! Traumatize or kill me?!"

Yuki's sweat dropped as she took a step back. "I just suddenly wanted a hug. Eieee!" she ducked quickly as Kiba began grabbing the nearest objects and throwing them at his sister.

Meanwhile, inside a lab located in the school a certain Ten was dusting off his hands while admiring his handy work. This part of the plan was his contribution and he felt certain that if it didn't work out at least he would get a good laugh. Taking out a black device out of his pocket he turned the dial slightly until he felt the click of the screen turning on. Nodding in satisfaction, Ten turned off the device and sauntered out of the lab.

To Be Continued . . .

Hehehe, I won't tell you what she did just yet. College just started full swing and I'll probably be even a longer while before uploading. I want to take my time coming up with Yuki's crazy schemes; otherwise they'd be so lame. But you can bet your bottom that I won't stop writing . . . unless I'm dead.