Okay. I'm gonna make it up to you guys for not writing all holiday. I'm going to write EXTRA long for today! MUAHAHAHAHA! That's actually pretty rare, for me. xD Anyway, I'm all pumped!
Ukyou-Taisuke
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No one had spoken since the two girls had entered the Tezuka household. Michiko twitched nervously from her seat as Ukyou stared in awe at all the fragile items in the house.
Tezuka came in, holding a tray with three cups of tea and a teapot on it. He set them down quietly and eyed the two girls. One of them was scanning the room with wide eyes, and the other just stared back at him warily. Tezuka sighed and rubbed his temples. How did he get into this mess?
"Ukyou."
Ukyou whipped around, then sighed in relief as she noticed she hadn't broken anything. "Yeah?"
Tezuka was somewhat afraid, although he didn't show it, to ask this question, "What were you doing in front of my house?"
Michiko frowned and muttered under her breath, "Oh yeah, just go ahead and ignore me, would you."
Tezuka darted his eyes to look at her. "Of course, if that is what you wish."
Michiko stared at him again, now with her eyes wide open as well as her mouth.
Then, a sudden ring rang from Ukyou's pocket. Startled, Michiko yelped and quickly put her hands to her mouth as Ukyou jumped and reached into her pocket, pulling out a cell phone.
"H'llo?"
"Ukyou, where the hell are you?"
The voice was loud and angry, and Ukyou squeezed her eyes shut before opening them slowly again. "I'm fine, if that's what you're wondering."
Michiko shot a confused look at Tezuka, who merely gave her a one-shoulder shrug before turning back to look at his teammate.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Calm down, Ryo!"
"I am calm!"
"No you're not!"
"Yes I am!"
"No you're not!"
"I'll cook tonight if you say 'yes you are'."
"Yes you are! ...Wait. Ryo, you big fat meanie!"
"I'm not mean. Nor am I fat."
"Yes you are!"
"Ahem."
Ukyou looked at the two, who were still in the room. Michiko had two pillows on each side of her head, and Tezuka had stuck his fingers in his ears, trying to block out the sound. "Oh," she blinked, "sorry."
"So again...where in the seven hells are you?"
"I'm not in hell."
A cry of frustration rang through the phone, and Ukyou flinched. "Don't do that!"
"Well then tell me where you are!"
"At Buchou's house."
"..."
"Ryo?"
"..."
"You there?"
"What the hell are you doing at Buchou's house?"
"Erm. I forgot."
"…"
"…hello?"
"!#$#%$^%&&(*)(!!!!"
"Hey, I'm not that stupid!"
The tea was forgotten as the two argued with each other for the next ten minutes...
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Michiko slammed the table, her face red. "Will you just...stop...arguing with him?" She was trying very, very hard not to throw pull her hair out. Which…wouldn't be very pleasant, seeing as Michiko's hair was a nice shade of dark brown, with yellow streaks running through her brown locks.
Ukyou blinked and face Michiko before replying innocently, "But you have to say please."
Michiko was almost at the end of her rope, and if her phone hadn't started ringing just about now, she would've started chucking chocolate at people. She jammed her hand into her jeans pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "Hello?" she growled.
Ukyou slid her phone shut, hanging up effectively on her brother, and peered over at Michiko, whose face was red.
Tezuka looked at each girl with well-hidden confusion and let out a sigh, removing his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
And he asked himself yet again:
How in the world did he get himself into this mess?
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Ryoma was at the Tezuka household in less than ten minutes, and began yelling at Ukyou when she appeared, holding chocolate in her hand.
"Aw, c'mon, Ryo! Don't be mad! Have a Lindor!" Ukyou held out her hand.
"I don't want a damn Lindor! You were supposed to be at the hospital, getting your wrist checked!"
"My wrist is fine, stupid! It's not hurting anymore, and I can flex it like I did before! See?" She twisted her wrist a few times to show him.
"I don't care! And what the hell is stupid Monkey King doing at Buchou's house?"
Ukyou looked behind her brother and saw a black, shiny limo parked by the Tezuka household. The car door opened, and a driver wearing a suspicious black suit came out and opened another door, in which a sparkly, grey blob stepped out of.
Ukyou widened her eyes suddenly, and Michiko pushed past her and Ryoma both, a scowl evident on her face.
Incoherent yelling was heard from the spunky girl, and Atobe merely flipped his hair and put his arm around her. Michiko turned bright pink and shoved it away.
Tezuka then stepped out of his house with that same stoic expression on his face. "What do you think you're doing, all of you?"
Ukyou 'eeped' and received a whack from her brother, who just glanced up at Tezuka and pulled his cap down.
Michiko whipped around and began yelling, "IT'S THIS IDIOT'S FAULT! HE TOLD ME TO COME AND FIND YOU TO RESEARCH OR SOMETHING SO HE COULD DEFEAT YOU IN TENNIS AND I ENDED UP DRINKING TEA AT YOUR HOUSE!"
Atobe frowned and glared at Tezuka, "I will beat you someday!" Then he seemed to have realized something and turned back to Michiko in astonishment. "YOU HAD TEA AT HIS HOUSE? You always reject Ore-sama's invites! What's so special about him?!" And as he rambled on and on about Tezuka's supposed 'defeat', Ukyou scrunched up her nose.
"Someday meaning never?"
Despite his cocky, arrogant personality, Ryoma felt the corners of his lips tug upwards just a touch.
Tezuka's eyes softened lightly at the comment. "How's your wrist?" he asked stiffly, not used to taking the role of a worried person.
"Oh. It's fine. I think I can play with it again. But before that, I need to kick that stupid Sasabe's butt to the moon."
Ryoma's eyes lit up and he smirked. "Well…what better time to do it than now?"
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"Wait…where are we going again?"
"Street tennis."
"We could always play at Ore-sama's place. We have indoor and outdoor tennis courts…"
"Monkey King, you shut up."
"…hmph."
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"Ah, look! It's that little brat who ran away a while ago? How's your hand?" Sasabe and the rest of his friends cackled in laughter.
Michiko frowned. "Can I go beat them up?"
"No, I wanna beat 'em up!" Ukyou retorted, jacking her brother's tennis bag and pulling out his racket.
"…That's my racket you're holding."
Ukyou grinned and twirled the racket around in her hand. "So what if it's your racket?" Then she grinned wider. "You still cooking tonight?"
"Take out."
"No! Cook, you lazy butt!"
"...fine."
"If I beat this dude again six games to love, will I get the non-burnt meat this time?"
"…I'll think about it."
"Yay!" Ukyou cheered, now completely motivated. Then she pointed the racket at a slightly surprised racket, and her cockiness came through. "If I win, you have to sing lullabies to me all the way home."
"…what?"
Ryoma cut in, "She's weird like that." But then he smirked. "But it would be kind of interesting…to hear bullies like you singing lullabies."
Michiko jumped in and rubbed her hands together. "Now I wanna hear this!"
Atobe frowned and quirked his eyebrow. "Show-off…" he muttered. He never did like the little whelp that always made fun of him.
Michiko climbed up the umpire chair and grinned evilly. "Alright! It's a one-set match! Decide who's going to serve!"
"Which?" Ukyou asked lazily, her hand on the racket.
"Rough."
Ukyou spun the racket, and it stopped, the racket faced upside-down.
"Okay! Sasabe to serve!"
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…Eheh…uh. Filler chappie? Kinda? Sorta? Ah whatever…it was a bit longer than normal chappies… Michy…I think I failed on your personality this time…uh well…
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Ukyou-Taisuke