Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own the Prince of Tennis or anything affiliated with said show.
Fuji and the Ghost a.k.a. Detective Momo's Ghost Hunt
It was another typical day for the tennis club members at Seigaku middle school. The sun was shining, Momo and Kaidoh were in a fist fight and Inui was once again trying to poison everyone with his disgusting concoctions. As Ryoma watched Eiji bounce around the court, he picked up his water bottle and took a sip.
Ryoma screamed and jumped up, dropping his water bottle in the process. Turning around, he came face to face with a smiling Fuji. Patting his chest to slow down his heartbeat, Ryoma glared up at his teammate. "What'd you do that for?!" He asked angrily. "You practically scared me to death."
"Ah, so you're afraid of ghosts are you?" Fuji asked with a frightening smile.
Blinking, Ryoma shook his head as he tried to figure out how Fuji got that idea. "Of course not, everyone knows that ghosts don't exist." He replied. "You just startled me, that's all."
"Hmm, so you're not afraid of ghosts then." Fuji said, his eyes opening marginally. "Well then, how would you like to go on a ghost hunt?"
Ryoma rolled his eyes and sat back down on the bleachers. "Didn't I just say that ghosts don't exist, why would I want to waste my time hunting something that isn't there to begin with?"
"But they do exist." Fuji said as Momo came limping over.
"What exist?" Momo asked, grabbing Ryoma's bottle and taking a gulp.
Giving his teammate a glare, Ryoma snatched his water back. "Stop taking my things." He said in annoyance. "You have your own water bottle over there."
Ignoring the smaller boy beside him, Momo looked over at Fuji expectantly. "So, what is it that exists?" He asked. "Something interesting I hope."
Fuji's eyes narrowed to the point where they almost appeared to be closed. "Why ghosts of course." He said nonchalantly. When Momo raised an eyebrow, he continued. "Let me guess, you guys have never heard the story of the tortured ghost that haunts the equipment shed at night have you?" When both boys shook their heads, he smiled. "The story goes that many years ago there was a young tennis prodigy, much like you Ryoma, that always stayed late after school to practice. One day, after all his teammates had left, the boy was putting everything away in the equipment shed when he heard strange noises coming from the back. Slowly he snuck around the lockers, and when he reached that locked room in the back he was surprised to find a light on. Not only that, but there were strange sounds coming from the other side of the door."
"…what kind of sounds?" Momo asked with wide eyes, he was really getting into the story now.
With a creepy smile, Fuji opened his eyes and stared at the two boys before him. "He heard bubbling noises, like something was being boiled. As the young boy peaked around the corner, his eyes widened in fear. There at the counter was a freaky man with a large butcher knife in his hand. That wouldn't have been too scary if it wasn't for the fact that the man was currently cutting strips of meat off of what appeared to be a human hand and tossing it into a boiling pot." Smirking as he watched Ryoma and Momo pale, he continued. "The boy turned to run, but in his haste he caught his foot on the door. That boy was never heard from again, but every night it is said you can hear the ominous bubbling of the boiling pot and the screams as the boy is cooked alive."
Ryoma gulped and glanced over at the equipment shed nervously. "W-well that's a nice story and all, but I've never heard any sounds coming from the shed." Ryoma said with a slight stutter.
"Ah, but have you ever been here late at night once everyone's gone home?" Fuji asked. Both Momo and Ryoma shook their heads and Fuji smiled as he picked up his racket. "Well who knows, maybe the ghost is real, maybe not. I guess we'll never know." With a nod, he headed over to join Tezuka on the court.
Looking over at Momo, Ryoma backed up a few feet when he saw the look on his friends face. "Oh no, we are not going to go looking for Fuji's ghost." He said sternly. "Absolutely not."
Momo simply grinned. "Tonight we go on a ghost hunt."
Later that night, after the school was closed for the day and everyone had gone home, Ryoma found himself standing outside the equipment shed by the tennis courts. "How the hell did I let myself get talked into this?" He whined.
Suddenly, Momo appeared next to him in his favorite detective outfit with the pipe held precariously between his lips. Removing his pipe, Momo nodded at Ryoma and stared at the shed they were about to investigate. "Come my young apprentice, we have much to do and very little time to do it…my mom said I had to be home by 10:30pm."
Ryoma stared at his 'friend' and shook his head. "Seriously, don't you ever get tired of that stupid outfit? It looks ridiculous." When he got no response, Ryoma looked around and realized that Momo had already entered the shed. "Great, I'm chasing down ghosts, which don't even exist by the way, with a friend who thinks he's some great detective…could this night get any worse." He muttered to himself as he followed after Momo.
As the pair quietly snuck into the shed, Ryoma glanced around nervously and decided that, just in case, he'd stay a few feet behind Momo.
Momo slowed down as they reached the back of the shed and held up his fist to signal that Ryoma should stop as well. "Ok, here's where Fuji said the noises came from." He whispered quietly. "But I don't hear any-."
Just then both boys froze as a bubbling noise reached their ears. Following the noise, their eyes widened as they saw that the locked door was slightly ajar and a light was on behind it. Turning to look at each other, and then back at the door, the two boys stood there frozen. "How about you go first." Momo said quietly.
"Are you insane, no way." Ryoma whispered back. "Why don't you go first?"
Chuckling nervously, Momo scratched his head sheepishly. "To tell you the truth I'm a little scared of ghosts."
Ryoma opened his mouth to make some kind of joke and then stopped, the bubbling noise had just gotten louder and now a sound like a knife cutting something could be heard.
Gulping, the two crept closer to the door so they could peek inside. There at the counter stood some man with a knife in his hand, and he was cutting up something and dropping parts of it into a boiling pan. Ryoma and Momo screamed as they turned around and high-tailed it out of there. Bursting out of the shed they took off down the street, never stopping until they'd reached their houses.
Inui looked up from the chicken he was carving when he heard the screams. "What was that?" He asked, turning to look at a smirking Fuji.
"Oh nothing, just a couple of scared little ghosts." Fuji replied.
Tezuka looked up from his book and shook his head at Fuji. "Must you always scare them like that?" He asked. "Now they'll be useless for days."
Fuji just shrugged as Inui sat down with the food. "It's not like we have any matches for awhile…besides, it was fun."
Raising an eyebrow, Inui placed some chicken on his plate and handed Fuji a glass of his latest drink. "Well, eat it while it's hot." He said as he took a bite.