Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

"Akaya, would you stop poking me?"

Poke.

"Akaya..."

Poke.

BAM!

There lay Kirihara Akaya on the tennis court, clutching his head while calling for his dear okaa-san. Right beside poor Akaya, stood Sanada Genichirou, examining his fist and wondering if his punch was too light.

"Genichirou, Akaya, what happened?" came a too soft voice from behind.

Sanada stood in silence. Yukimura had a dangerously nice smile on.

"Genichirou..." said Yukimura. "You had better answer me..." He kept smiling.

"Okaa-san.."

Kirihara was now lying on ground with his hands wrapped around Yukimura's leg. "Okaa-san..."

Yukimura was completely taken in by Kirihara's... ah... cute... puppy dog eyes.

"What is it, Akaya?" asked Yukimura tenderly.

"Fukubuchou was being mean..."

Sanada twitched.

"Ah, sou ka... Genichirou, do you have anything to say?"

"He... kept poking me..." said Sanada, avoiding eye contact. "I couldn't take it anymore..."

"Ah... Akaya, why were you poking our beloved Genichirou?"

Kirihara wiped the tears from his eyes and looked up to Yukimura. "I... I wanted to see if... if fukubuchou was really..." Kirihara hiccuped.

"If he was really...?"

"If he was really... a rock."

"..."