Ange: I'm going through an InuKai (KaInu where are you!) phase yet I can't seem to get started on my Laundromat. This was suppose to be a one shot, but I was too lazy to finish it. I got the idea from David Bowie's video "Never Let Me Down" which sadly didn't remind me of a babe.

Disclaimer: Listen to your mother

Behind Shielded Spectacles

Chapter One: Intrigue

Kaidoh never heard about a tennis marathon until he came here. Sure he knew of dance marathons and even video game marathons.

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But never something as strange as a tennis marathon.

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Even being a tennis player himself he found the whole idea odd and even dangerous. A day where you just play tennis without stop, how can that be safe?

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But even so it intrigued him.

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When Kaidoh became a regular for the Seigaku tennis team he couldn't be happier, even though people wouldn't even be able to imagine such an expression on him. Seigaku was one of the best and because of that he would become the best. He practiced everyday and paid attention to no one.

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Kaidoh was a one man team and he wouldn't let anything stand in his way.

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Even though he did his best to let nobody distract him that wasn't always possible. The one person that sidetracked him to no ends was another tennis regular who played a particular data tennis style that never ceased to frustrate him.

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Third year regular…Sadaharu Inui.

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He couldn't figure him out and people that confused Kaidoh annoyed him endlessly. He always carried around a worn notebook scribbling secrets about the other tennis players to use against them. He was a person of few words that could only be topped by Captain Tezuka. He always seemed to enjoy using his teammates as test subjects, forcing revolting brews down their throats for "testing purposes". The only person who could top his perverse enjoyment would be Fuji and that's only barely.

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Adding to this Kaidoh often saw Inui staring at him, his gaze hidden behind his impenetrable glasses.

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As time went on he could know exactly when Inui gazed at him. His piercing eyes burned holes through his clothes as shocks of awareness raced throughout his body.

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Normally this would intimidate and anger Kaidoh but it did the opposite. It intrigued him against his will desiring to know more, needing to find out more about his sempai. How could he though? They never really talked outside of practice and he doubted that other than tennis they had anything in common.

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But that didn't stop this burning want of learning more about Inui. He knew that he ate lunch alone on the rooftop and spent his free time that he didn't devote to tennis to mixing up Inui juice concoctions in the science room.

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And he knew that on weekends he disappeared only to show up at school weary and tired with bruised hands and bags pillowing out from under his glasses. Of course since it was Inui he covered it up well and nobody was the wiser. Nobody noticed except him that is as his eyes trailed after his sluggish sempai who still managed to play tennis at optimal level.

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Just what was he up to?

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And it was his dying need to find out more about Inui that led Kaidoh to discover his secret and in turn discover the wonder that is...

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tennis marathoning.

A/N: Marathoning is my word I'll contact Webster to see if it has a place in the dictionary. Until next time, I'll try not to let Trickster take me over. Although I really feel like playing tennis now…