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Yue: All righty. You see the summary. Read ahead.

The Cursed Glasses

"Ore-sama is bored."

Atobe Keigo thought grudgingly as he suppressed a yawn. It wasn't cool for Atobe-sama to yawn in public; but tennis practice was cancelled because the courts were flooded by a nearby faucet, which Oshitari Yuushi forgot to turn off the day before. "Some tensai he is." Atobe scoffed and rolled his eyes. A fangirl walked by and spontaneously burst out crying, apparently thinking Atobe-sama was rolling eyes at her.

The popular heartthrob simply ignored that crazy fangirl and walked along, arriving at the disastrous-looking tennis courts. Atobe sighed and turned to the faucet that caused this, thinking of the culprit Oshitari. The tensai was not going to get off easy, for Atobe had 300 pushups planned in mind for him, immediately after the courts are cleaned up.

Suddenly, something by the faucet caught his eyes. It was small, but very shiny. Light scattered from the water reflected upon the flat surface of this puny object. Atobe scowled and looked closer.

It was a small pair of glasses. The rim was silver, and the lens were fairly small and perfectly round. No mistake – they were definitely Oshitari's glasses.

As Atobe picked the delicate little thing up, Shishido Ryo and Ootori Chotarou approached the faucet. They both seemed absent-minded and bored. After all, everything they were looking forward to – tennis – perished for the day, all thanks to the so-called tensai of Hyotei Gakuen. It was only natural that they'd come by and grieve for a while.

"Ah, Atobe. Grieving?" Shishido put a hand on Atobe's shoulder and asked.

"Yes." Atobe sighed as he waved the glasses, "Have you seen Oshitari? He seems to have left his glasses here."

Ootori blinked, "Now that you mention it, I haven't seen Oshitari-san all day."

"Ahn… Ore-sama wonders where he went." Atobe scowled.

Shishido scoffed, "Don't think he was at school today. Jeez – just when we all want to find him and eviscerate him…"

"Err… Shishido-san…?"

"What! Chotarou, don't you want to swipe out his intestines? Weren't you the one who wanted to get math over with and start tennis?"

"Yes, but I'm sure Oshitari-san didn't do it on purpose. I'm sure Oshitari-san would've wanted to play tennis as well. Eviscerating people never really solves anything."

"Chotarou, you're too nice. That could be a weakness in life. Listen to the elderly, I say."

Atobe impatiently interrupted, not pleased of being left out a conversation, "Stop your philosophy of life for one second. Tell Oshitari that Ore-sama is looking for him if you see him, and Ore-sama will just give these back – "

All of a sudden, his eyes sparkled. The brilliant Atobe-sama has just made a fatal decision – to keep Oshitari's glasses. After all, he wanted to punish him as soon as possible, and he'd rather start now than tomorrow.

"Erm, Atobe?" The doubles pair inched away at Atobe's malicious grin.

"Ahn… Doesn't Oshitari adore these glasses?"

"Why do you think he wears it all the time? He doesn't even need glasses." Shishido scoffed once more, "Oshitari just likes to appear intelligent and cool."

"That's good." Atobe smirked, "Ore-sama will keep these glasses and torment the troublesome tensai. If his popularity diminishes because of the lack of glasses, it is probably a better punishment than pushups, right, Kabaji?"

Kabaji, who appeared suddenly out of nowhere, nodded, "Usu."

And then, the two marched away, leaving Shishido and Ootori rooted to the spot, still paralyzed by the evil aura surrounding the place.

"I have a really bad feeling about this." Shishido murmured as Ootori nodded in agreement.

Yue: As you can see, this is only the prologue, and it is very short. However, this will get long and hopefully funny. This is indeed my first attempt on Hyotei-centric… So please be nice and review! Also, check out my site at www. freewebs. com (slash) worldofhwk . Get rid of the spaces, and insert slashes. Thanks a whole lot!