"Training camp?!" The regulars exclaimed.

"Ah. What's so surprising?"

"Why did Ore-sama not know about this?"

"You know, I think I hear a fly swatting at my ear. No, wait, it sounds more like a monkey," Ririka said as she turned her head to one side.

"S-Senpai, back to the main point? The camping trip?" Choutarou waved.

"Oh-that. My uncle is planning on building one of his training camps around here. After he learned Ryoma and my connections to the tennis clubs, he invited the two of us and we can bring anyone we want. So Ryoma's bringing the Seigaku regulars, and I decided to bring you guys. He said he's inviting another team himself, so... Anyways, it's a top quality, all expense paid for trip, and they say that the training facility is great. It's starting next monday, and we're hoping that you guys could come," Ririka said, but it seemed to be directed at everyone but Atobe. The regulars nodded, and Atobe glared. "And I see we're here. Driver?"

"Hai."

"Let us off here."

"Hai."

"You're supposed to be following Ore-sama's orders!"

"Shut it, Monkey King." Ririka got out, and held it open for everyone until it was Atobe's turn. Which was the part where she slammed the door shut on his toe.

"Ow!" Atobe got out, and limped inside the store. Ririka was sitting next to Ryoma on a stool, and the Hyoutei Gakuen regulars were seated on one table while the Seigaku

regulars were seated at another. He glared fuiously at her, then limped his way over to the table where his team was sitting.

"Yo, Atobe. Over here!" Gakuto called.

"What's wrong with your foot?" Oshitari asked.

"She's wrong, that's what's wrong!" Atobe huffed, glaring at Ririka's back. She glanced at him and stuck her tongue out, then turned her attention back to Kawamura-san to place her order. Ryoma raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"She's a force to be reckoned with," Shishido grumbled.

"What's up with this filthy commoner place?" Atobe mumbled.

"Filthy commoner place? Well, excuse us for not being filthy rich with our fathers' money," Ririka taunted. Atobe shot another glare at her. Eiji nudged Oishi.

"Oishii, I'm scared! They're ruining the atmosphere," Eiji whined. Electricity cackled between the two seniors' eyes.

"I find it amusing. What about you, Tezuka?" Fuji laughed lightly.

"Hn."

"A-Are you sure about this relationship?" Choutarou whispered to his partner Shishido. Who in turn, shrugged.

"But it's funny!" Gakuto laughed.

"What is so funny?" Atobe turned his attention back to them.

"Your face," Ririka answered nonchalantly.

"And what's yours? Medusa's reincarnation?" Atobe flaunted back.

"What did you say?"

"The truth."

"Why you-!"

"Ore-sama has a name, if you didn't notice. It's Atobe. A-TO-BE."

"That was a name? I thought it was some kind of hideous nickname your fellow monkeys gave you," Ririka called back.

"How dare you!"

"Insolent Monkey King."

"Insultive wannabe musician." The two glared at each other before turning away. Ryoma sighed.

"What's up?" he asked his older cousin.

"He kissed me in front of the hoard of his fangirls. Now they want to kill me. And he doesn't realize what he did wrong." Ririka grumbled and took a sip of her water.

"That's it?" Ryoma asked, dumbfounded.

"What?"

"He didn't exactly do anything wrong," Ryoma reasoned.

"You did do something wrong, Atobe," Gakuto informed.

"What?! That's all everybody's been saying to Ore-sama ever since he became involved with that girl!"

"Well, you embarrased her, kissed her against her will, and now everyone's wishing for her death because of what you did," Oshitari listed.

"Really?" Atobe sounded mildly surprised. Shishido groaned.

"For the thousandth time, yes, you did, Atobe. How thickheaded can you get?" Shishido asked. Jiroh snapped awake at their conversation; it'd become a habit for him to stay awake during the talks concerning Atobe and Ririka.

"What did Atobe do this time?" he sleepily asked. Shishido whispered in his ear a bit, and Jiroh burst out laughing. "Oh dear, Atobe-you're just not cut out for it-not at all!"

"I'd have to agree on that," Hiyoshi said, sipping his tea. Atobe inwardly moaned. 'Why can't she be like a normal girl?!' he yelled in his head.

"Ore-sama truly does not understand what he did wrong," Atobe insisted. Ririka gave Ryoma a bundle of white envelopes, and stood up with a bundle of her own. They made their way to their respective tables, and proceeded on giving each regular an envelope.

"Since we're going to be exclusive guests, you'll need one of these to get in," Ririka explained. they opened their envelopes revealing an invitation with golden colored lettering, a card, and a key. "You're each going to have your own room in a 'Dorm House,' one of the numerous buildings there. Those are the keys. They are each used to house a team, and the camp is for two weeks. On your free time, there are horses that you could ride, pools, golf courses-like I said, it's an exclusive camp. Carry those cards around with you-they're card keys to rooms and training facilities usually barred to regular customers. Meet me in front of the school at seven o'clock sharp on Sunday morning. The training starts Monday, but we'll be arriving a day earlier," Ririka continued.

-

On Monday morning, everyone was there by 6:55. With the exception of Ryoma and Ririka. "Where's ochibi?" Eiji asked.

"Probably late," Momoshiro complained. The Hyoutei regulars had issues of their own. Their coach was missing. The minute they began to try to call her the thirteenth time, Ririka was seen walking up the driveway with around twelve plastic pags strung on her arms, a white purse on her shoulder, and she was yelling into a phone.

"Hell no. What part of no don't you understand?! Where is the damn bus when you need it?!" she yelled. One of her brown high heel boots tottered to the side, and Ririka nearly toppled over. She regained her step with her other foot, and stepped around a little before fully gaining back her balance. "No, no, I'm fine. Where's Uncle Taki? I need him! Hello-I cannot room with them, are you crazy?! What do you mean, 'It's unavailable?!' Hey!" she snapped into the phone, and she reached the two groups. A luxurious bus pulled up, and the driver smiled at Ririka, who nodded in return.

"Hello? Yes, the bus is here. No-no! You can't do that-of course not! No! Prepare another seperate dorm at once, unless you want your job at the camp history," Ririka paused a bit. "Well, move someone out! There is no way on EARTH I'm rooming with the team! It was fine until yesterday-what? They're all full? But that's impossib-Oh, the teachers. Look, I'm busy. I'll call you in a bit." Ririka snapped her phone shut and sighed. She turned her attention back to the two groups. "Is Ryoma here?" she asked. They shook her head.

"I'm here." Ryoma's head popped out one of the bus' windows. The driver grinned again, showing his brilliant golden tooth. "This lil' chap here just turned up and requested

that he just comes with me here," the man laughed heartily.

"Ryoma-I spent half the morning looking for you!" Ririka scolded. Her white skirt was a bit wrumpled along with her black sweater which hung on her shoulders. She had on a white beret that teetered on the side.

"I thought I left a note," he said.

"Well you didn't. Okay, everybody in. Hurry!" Ririka nudged towards the door, and they filed in. Ririka noticed that Atobe still limped a bit. After they were all inside, she boarded it herself. She made her way down the aisle and towards a door. She opened it and went into a room, where clanging was heard. When she came back out, her luggage was gone except for her purse.

"Ririka," Ryoma called.

"What?"

"The only available seat is next to Monkey King-just telling you," Ryoma smirked. Ririka rolled her eyes, and saw that it was true. Grumbling to herself, she made her way over. Atobe was sitting on the edge instead of the window seat. Atobe looked up at her, amused.

"Move over," she commanded.

"Ore-sama does not take orders," Atobe replied snidely.

"Fine, you oversized monkey," Ririka huffed before walking in front of Atobe and plopping down onto the seat.

Soon Ririka fell asleep-on Atobe's shoulder. Atobe smirked, looking at her sleeping face. Despite trying to stay awake, he, too fell asleep on Ririka's head. Gakuto poked Oshitari from across the aisle. Oshitari looked to the side and smiled at the sight along with his doubles partner.

-

Atobe awoke before Ririka did, and saw when he looked down that her head was still on his chest. He laughed a bit in his mind. When Ririka began to wake up, he decided to play 'sleep.'

"Ohh, god I feel a awful," Ririka moaned as she clutched her head. Her head lifted from his chest unconciously, and she looked around. She stopped when she saw Atobe's bandaged foot. Sighing, she got up and slid over into the aisle. She walked into the back room and came back carrying a first aid kit. She stopped and kneeled next to Atobe, motioning for Oshitari to come over. She instructed Oshitari to take off the bandage, and she slowly wrapped a layer of fresh, white bandages around it.

"If you were going to help heal it, why did you do it in the first place?" Oshitari asked with amusement.

"How was I supposed to know that it was going to swell?! Besides, I'm doing this as your coach-we can't have the captain limping around on the court," Ririka hissed back. When Oshitari had returned to his seat, Atobe cracked open an eye.

"So, you actually were worried about Ore-sama, eh?" he asked quietly. Ririka jumped at his voice and glared.

"Whatever," she muttered and stormed into the back room. Atobe followed suit-but he wasn't limping anymore.

-

A pair of arms encircled themselves around Ririka from the back as she was washing her hands. She squeaked once, before finding Atobe's face beside hers. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"Nothing."

"Bastard."

"Oh? First you slam the door on my foot, then you help bandage it, and now you call me a bastard? What an interesting creature," Atobe murmured. Ririka growled. "Oh, and look-she growls too," Atobe laughed.

"And I noticed that your foot is well?" Ririka asked. Atobe smirked. "Then good." Ririka stomped on his injured foot, and walked away. Atobe winced in pain, then gaped after the girl. When Atobe got back to his seat, he saw that Ririka was hanging onto a seat and talking to the driver, occasionally pointing to a road which the bus followed. With one final glance he sat down, crossing his legs. A few minutes later, the bus came to a stop in front of white metal gates. Ririka got off, and went to talk with the security booth. She returned soon enough, and the gates opened inwards. The bus drove in, and the two teams saw that outside the windows was an incredible sight. Lush grass surrounded the area, and up ahead was a large, white Victorian style building. To either side of them were indeed small buildings, each of them complete with their own patios. Off to the distance they saw stalls and a path that lead into a trail. To the far left was a large building labled the 'CAFETERIA,' There were trees planted amongst the grass, and there were picnic tables set up. Shishido whistled.

"Sugoiii!" Eiji exclaimed.

"Could you stop here? Thanks," Ririka directed. She hopped off the bus, clutching her white bag. A man came outside to greet them, and he waved Ririka over. "Uncle Taki! It's been such a long time!" Ririka greeted as she hugged the elder. Ryoma leisurely got off, and nodded once.

"Oh, come on, Ryo-chan! Give uncle a hug!" the man wrapped Ryoma in a bear hug, suffocating him a bit.

"Uncle Taki, is it true that I have to board with the team?" Ririka asked her uncle, who smiled wryly back.

"I'm afraid so. Are you going to be okay?" he asked. Ririka nodded, then sighed. She walked back to the group that was now standing outside.

"You guys, get into house number three-that one," Ririka pointed to a house next to a large oak tree.

"That's our house for two weeks?" Gakuto asked.

"Ore-sama does not stay in such tiny provinces. I demand a bigger one!" Atobe protested, but silenced when Ririka glared at him.

"I suppose the keys that you gave us on Friday will work?" Oshitari asked. Ririka nodded. Across the driveway Ririka could see that the Seigaku regulars were already going inside their dorm house.

"Ano, Ririka-senpai, are you staying in the same dorm house as us?" Choutarou asked.

"I don't really have a choice-all the other dorm houses are unavailable-either under construction or occupied."

"Oh."

-

The next day was free practice in the morning, and Ririka took full advantage of that. "Hurry up! You have two minutes left for four laps!" Ririka yelled to the running regulars. She blew her whistle again for the tenth time, urging them forward. When they came in, Ririka looked at the stopwatch, and smiled. "I think that this is satisfactory enough. Here-have a drink," Ririka gave each of them a water bottle. When she was giving Oshitari his bottle, someone called out, "Ririka." Ririka turned around and found herself staring into midnight blue eyes and a large grin. Ririka dropped the bottle on Oshitari.

"Oi, Ririk!" Oshitari complained.

"T-Ti-Timothy..." Ririka gasped out. The seniors of the regulars looked up.

-

A/N: You do not know how much I just wanted to cut this chapter short here and now!

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Timothy swept Ririka into a bear hug, smiling. "I've missed you so much!" he breathed against her hair. Ririka was still speechless.

"You...why...Japan...not...supposed...here..." she muttered. The boy laughed. The regulars saw that he really did look like Atobe-right down to his hair style.

"Well, I got released last week," he admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

"L-Last week?! And you flew to Japan?!" Ririka regained her voice.

"Well I couldn't wait to see you! When I heard you were in Japan I grabbed the soonest ticket here to Japan!"

"Don't you have your own plane?" Ririka asked dryly.

"They're going through remodelation."

"I...see...Um," Ririka glanced at Atobe and the other regulars, and smiled nervously at Timothy. "How about we go inside for now. You guys can take a break," Ririka commanded.

"You're out of your comma?" Ririka asked quietly. Two cups of coffee stood steaming in front of each of them, and they were sitting on either side of a small table.

"Ah. But let's not talk about that for now-how were you?" Timothy asked, smiling. Ririka inwardly flinched.

"F-fine...Um...I'm sorry-"

"Why are you sorry?" Timothy cut her off.

"Well, because of me, you got hurt, and-"

"I did it of my own free will. It's not your fault," Timothy shrugged. Ririka averted her eyes from his. "Say, Riri-"

"Ririka." The girl turned her head around and saw Atobe in the doorway, now changed into black dress pants and a half open white dress shirt.

"Atobe-!"

"Who's he?" Timothy asked, nudging his head in Atobe's direction.

"He's-"

"Her boyfriend," Atobe finished. Timothy's eyes widened, and they glared at Atobe.

"Boyfriend."

"Are you deaf? Ore-sama does not like dealing with stupid people. Come," Atobe was now at Ririka's side, and pulled her up grabbing her wrist. As he turned around to leave, another hand grabbed Ririka's other wrist. She was now trapped between two people.

"I don't think so," Timothy darkly said.

"Uh, you guys-?"

"Boyfriend? Is that true, Ririka?" Timothy looked at Ririka.

"W-well-"

"Yes, it is," Atobe answered for her. Timothy glared at Ririka.

"Silence. I'm asking Ririka. Is it true?" Ririka bowed her head. But it jerked up in surprise when she was pulled into someone's arms, and her face hit a soft cloth. "Well in that case, I'll just win her back," Ririka noticed that it was Timothy who was holding her. She gaped.

"Oh? Ore-sama doesn't think that it is a wise choice to challenge Ore-sama," Atobe's voice was dark, nothing like what Ririka had heard before.

"Is that so. We'll see. Oyasumi, Ririka. I'll see you soon," Timothy gently pecked Ririka's forehead and left.

-

"Atobe, wake up! Oi, Monkey King!" Ririka rapt her hand on Atobe's door the next day. The rest of the team was already in the cafeteria, and Atobe refused to wake up. "Mou, Atobe!" Ririka opened the door and stepped inside, to find Atobe still asleep. He coughed a bit, then resumed to a peaceful sleep. Frowning, Ririka made her way over to the bed and put a hand to his forehead and gasped-it was hot! "Shit," Ririka cursed and left the room. She came hurrying back holding a thermometer, a glass of water, and a few plastic bottles of medicine. She put the thermometer in Atobe's mouth and took it back out a few minutes later. Her eyes grew wide as she read the temperature-107 degrees. She ran out of the room and protruded back into the room with a small bowl of cold water and a towel. She shook Atobe's shoulder, and his eyes slowly blinked open.

"Ri...ri...ka...?"

"Yes, Monkey King, it's me. You have a fever-get up." Atobe sat up a bit, and scrunched up his face in pain. "Here, take this," Ririka offered him two different pills and the glass of water. He accepted it, and shoved the water back into Ririka's hands. He plopped back down, and Ririka sighed. She dunk the small towel in the water and laid it across Atobe's forehead. When she was about to lift her hand, Atobe's pale hand kept it in place.

"Don't...leave..." he muttered, still half unconcious. Ririka smiled ruefully.

"Alright-I'll come back in a few minutes, 'kay?" Ririka left the room and shut the door. She called Oshitari and told him that Atobe's taking the day off and that she's taking care of him. She went into her own room and came back with a thick book and her ipod.

"Mattaku..." she murmured as she plopped down on a chair next to the bed and opened her book to read.