Note: Standard disclaimer applies.

Warning: Attempted Humor, and Out of character-ness (for Tezuka).

"Inui, we have to change him back," Eiji stated in a low tone, and glanced back up at his tennis team captain in rather conspiring way. He and the other regulars, san Tezuka, were huddled in a deformed circle to 'discuss' about the latest happening that dealt with their captain.

"Saa… Eiji, why would we want to do that?" Fuji responded with an eternal smile that sent shivers down his teammates' spines. "After all, this would be a great material for blackmail; wouldn't you think so, Inui?" the tensai inquired to the said person with a smile that clearly stated 'Agree-with-me-or-else'.

"I suppose, we should wonder how the real Tezuka would react to this… change… when the side effects have subsided," Oishi murmured worriedly, and resisted the urge to slap his hand on his face in embarrassment.

Nearby, Tezuka Kunimitsu –the student council president, the most respected tennis captain in the nation, and the captain of the Seigaku's tennis club – has his eyes set on a target. No, not a tennis player per se… but a girl; no, he was not scolding her for disturbing the tennis practice, nor was he scolding her for setting foot on the tennis courts without any importance. In fact, he was flirting with her.

Of all the things the great Tezuka Kunimitsu could be doing, this was simply preposterous in the eyes of the Seigaku tennis club. In actuality, this act alone ruined the image of Tezuka Kunimitsu. For a certain Fuji Syuusuke, however, this was a great… actually, it was greater than great… blackmail material that only comes once in a blue moon. Perhaps, it was even to the point of near extinction… that was how rare this sort of thing was.

"How long will this last?" Oishi asked with a fearful gulp as he watched Tezuka sauntered off to another female student.

Inui looked up from the notebook he was scribbling in, and readjusted his glasses before answering to the question, "Probably a day or two. Maybe a week or so. I don't really know because Tezuka's data is unpredictable."

"Isn't there an antidote you can make, Inui-senpai?" Momoshiro inquired as he tried to take his eyes away from the scene, but could not do so because his eyes were fixated on Tezuka's flirting scene in fascinated horror.

"As I have stated, Tezuka is unpredictable; therefore, it is best that we just wait for this juice's side-effects to subside. If we were to give him another juice, we could worsen his… situation for all we know," the data gatherer reported as he readjusted his glasses a couple of times, making the lens reflect in the sunlight.

Momoshiro let out a sigh as he grumbled out, "In another word, you just want to see what buchou will do, and that's why you don't want to create the antidote. Sadistic bastard."

"Did you say something, Momoshiro?" Inui inquired as he peered down at his underclassman, who nervously shook his head repeatedly in denial. "That's what I thought," the data gatherer smirked as he resumed writing in his notebook.

A few feet away from the group, Tezuka had trapped an underclassman between the wall and himself. The young girl stared at her upperclassman in a mixture of awe and fright with a blushing face. The usually stoic tennis captain, who does not even give a second of a day to female population, was in fact staring right at her. De facto, he was this close to her face that she, a nobody, could just faint from high blood pressure and severe nosebleed. That is, if she could just regain her senses back to nosebleed.

"This is such cruelty," Tezuka whispered in her right ear.

The girl involuntarily shivered in a mixture of delight and nervousness. After all, his fan-club was glaring daggers at her; and if those dagger glares were real, she would have been dead a million times over. However, since she could not escape from her current position – even if she wanted to do, not that she does since this kind of thing only happened in dreams – she remained dutifully in her trapped position.

"But before my goddess, I can only succumb… and am nothing but a loyal servant," Tezuka continued as he leaned closed to her face.

The girl unconsciously inched away from Tezuka's face, mostly because he was that close to her, and nearly died when she saw his fan-club glaring daggers that were a thousand time worse than before. "Um, um…" she mumbled incoherently as her brain tried to process what in the world Tezuka was saying.

Before she could say anything else, the tennis captain let out a smirk at her flushed expression, and then sauntered off to his next target. The girl, on the other hand, regained her senses and nosebleed when she remembered how close Tezuka was to her. In a matter of seconds, she fainted from brain overload, and malfunction.

Note: Tezuka's 'flirting' line is from Ouran Host Club; standard disclaimer applies to that as well.

Is this worth continuing or no?