A/N: Yeah… My other fic will be updated soon… Maybe…. But writer's block prevailed, and Jill (who's uber cool) asked for a SenKiri fic, and then it just went on from there. So what if I changed my mind? I'm allowed to! Writers have needs too…

Disclaimer: I do not, and probably never will own Prince of Tennis.

It was period four, and he had no class. Kirihara Akaya stretched and leaned against his locker, closing his eyes. He knew that eventually he'd have to wander down to the library and do his dreaded math homework, but for now, he could relax.

"Are you lost again? Do you need another tour Akaya?" asked a redhead who appeared out of nowhere. Kirihara jumped, and spun around. Sengoku Kiyosumi just smiled.

Flushing, he sheepishly muttered: "Ah, no. I have a free period right now, and I was thinking about-"

"Since you're lost, I think I should teach you which halls are deserted, and which aren't! You get lost so easily." Sengoku was still smiling angelically. It made Kiri break out in a cold sweat.

"Um, no I'm not lost…" he stuttered, feebly attempting to back away. But alas, no such luck. The redhead grabbed his wrist, and began to drag him down some dark, looming hallway.

"Come on, Akaya! There are at least five different deserted classrooms you should know about, and don't even get me started on the closets…"

"Sengoku-sempai, I really have to do my homework!" he cried, desperately struggling to break out of the other's grip. Kiyosumi was slender, but he still managed to have an amazing strong grip, much to his victim's dismay.

"This way first!" The tour guide announced, still smiling his Good Samaritan smile. Make that his Archangel of Heavenly Light smile. His unwilling tourist began to panic.

"I'm not lost! I'm fine! Please Sengoku-sempai, I don't need another tour!" The dark haired boy was desperate to escape.

"You're so cute when you're frustrated!"

"…" Akaya sighed, resigned to his fate. 'How did I managed to get myself into this? ….Oh yeah, know I remember…'

flashback

"And this is Sengoku Kiyosumi! He's a bit of a troublemaker, but a real darling. Sengoku-kun will be the one to show you around, alright?"

"Uh… Sure, I guess."

End flashback

The little imp could have prevented this nightmare back then, but no… He had to go along with the old lady secretary. "I'm really starting to hate my luck." he muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing…"

A/N: Fic written with help from the ever awesome Jill, please do not worry I'm not dead. Thanks for reading, and please review. Happy belated Thanksgiving.