Hey y'all! I've finally managed to squeeze out a story, like, FINALLY. Anyways, this is like. a day in the life of Fuji Syuusuke or something. I had the sudden urge to write something about him, so I did! Aaaanyways, I hope that you guys like this story and please remember that the way I spell is the British way, so I don't spell 'realise' with a 'z'. SO NO QUIBBLING ABOUT THE SPELLING.

Disclaimer; Prince of Tennis is not mine. (I feel so pathetic right now..)

"Thank you very much!" came the chorus of voices from the tennis courts. Tennis practice had just ended, and the Seigaku Regulars were on their way home from it. Momo was walking with Echizen, Kaidoh was jogging away, Inui was muttering to himself (scary...), Taka-san and Oishi were talking about different types of sushi and Tezuka was reading his textbook. Everyone was doing their normal thing except for the tensai, Fuji Syuusuke. Let's follow him, shall we?

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Fuji Syuusuke;

Fuji waved goodbye to the regulars and set off on his way to his favourite store to get fertilliser for his cactus's. He was running out of it fast, so he needed to get extras for his beloved cactus. Slowly making his way to the store, he pondered over his latest school project and how he would blackmail his teacher into giving him an A (not that'd he'd need to). He had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice a certain St Rudolph tennis player following quite closely behind him.

Mizuki was on to his third consecutive dayof following Fuji around, trying to gain sufficient information so as to one day beat his 'rival' in tennis (Pfft.) So far, he knew that Fuji loved collecting cactus and photography. Obviously, it was not enough for the tennis manager. He needed to know more. He needed to find out all of Fuji's weak points. He needed to study all of Fuji's habits. He also needed to know that he was an idiot.

Seriously, what kind of moron would follow the tensai, Fuji Syuusuke, and not get emotionally scarred?

Of course, Fuji had noticed that a trail of short black hairs was following closely behind him, (due to Mizuki's constant twirling of his hair, causing it to drop off his head) and put two and two together. His usual smile then became that of sadistic glee. Whoopee! A new victim!

Fuji started taking note of all the reflections on the shop windows that he past by so as to catch the reflection of his stalker. While buying his fertiliser, Fuji noted that the stalker was from St Rudolph, as he passed a mirror for people to try on sunglasses. Fuji's sadistic glee meter went into over-drive. Saa, so it's Mizuki, eh? I wonder where this will go. I'll have a lot of fun with this one...

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Fuji opened his room door and dropped his school bag onto the floor, making his way to the washroom to fill up a cup of water to drink, he wondered what he would do to blackmail Mizuki. (Make way for the sadist!) Watering his cactus on the windowsill, he decided to watch some TV for a little entertainment. Maybe Fear Factor was on? He grabbed his remote and clicked the 'on' button.

What popped on was an old Star Wars rerun. It was getting to the part where Anakin Skywalker faces Darth Vader. Fuji watched with apt enthusiasm; seeing them stab one another was definitely amusing. Anakin just learned that Darth Vader was his father, oh joy.

And then it hit him.

Fuji went into full sadist mode ad pciked up his phone to call Yuuta. For what? Well, here's how the conversation went:

"Mushi mushi"

"Saa, Yuuta, how are you?"

"What do you want Aniki? I'm busy."

Fuji smirked a little.

"I want the number of your wonderful tennis manager."

"..."

"Yuuta?"

"I'll text it over to you in a while."

"Saa, thank you Yuuta."

"Oh, Aniki? Whatever you do to him, make sure he doesn't die."

"Hnn, yes Yuuta."

"Or go into a coma."

"Yes Yuuta."

Fuji hung up the phone, and a moment later, he received the text message from Yuuta. Sadistic smile in check, Fuji reached for his home phone, which was a private number, and dialed the number that Yuuta sent him. Then taking a deep breath, he waited patiently for Mizuki to pick up the phone. What he was doing now was going to be epic, and it was only going to be the first of all the things he was going to do to Mizuki!

"Ufufufu... Mizuki speaking." (Hair twirling)

"I AM YOUR FATHER." came a deep voice over the phone, vaguely sounding like Darth Vader.

"What? Huh? What father?"

"COME, JOIN ME ON THE DARK SIDE."

"Wha- Who is this? Why-"

"WE HAVE COOKIES."

"... What the fuck."

"I WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU, MY SON."

"But I-"

"I'LL HAVE THE COOKIES READY."

"Cookies? You weir-"

"MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU."

-click-

Fuji's sadistic smile was in overdrive now. He wasn't done with Mizuki yet. Yet.

Okay, so that's it for now! Sorry it's so pathetically short. Anyways, I'm going to try making a multi-chap fic for this one. I had a little bit of a writer's block about halfway through the story, so please don't kill me!

Bel