The Kitty and the Viper

Kaidoh seemed a whole hell of a lot harsher towards people that morning after that far to vivid dream of him and Akira Kamio. He was hissing at the first years more often and telling them to get out of his way. His glares landing on people with more intensity as if he were about to attack them randomly and without mercy. And worst was that at one point when Momoshiro had mention offhandedly something about a kitty he had been a step away from hitting him. He had also ended up running a lot of laps by order of Tezuka who didn\'t seem to see a point in putting up with Kaidoh\'s mood swings. There were more important things that the team had to worry about after all.

He remained that way through out all of morning practice though it seemed he started to relax as school progressed on and as the dream started to fade a bit in his mind. Not that he couldn\'t easily recall the look of Kamio dressed up as a porno-kitty, hear his panting voice as they exchanged words, or taste their shared kiss on his own lips. What was different and saving his sanity was not it was no longer the ONLY thing that was on his mind. He could now more easily blocked it from his thoughts for which he and those around him were grateful. Lunchtime came and went and that seemed to help out his mood all that much more as he took his boxed lunch outside to eat in the sun.

By the time that after school practice came about he was in his normal mood, still hissing, glaring, and wanting to punch Momoshiro but at a normal Kaidoh level instead of the advanced level of earlier that morning. Everyone seemed happy enough to blame either bad dreams or him just waking on the wrong side of the bed. Both of which were of course were a bit to close to being on the dot but he was in a good enough mood, if one could tell with him, to care. After all while they might know that he was having bad dreams they didn\'t what exactly it was that he was dreaming about. He didn\'t even what to think about how they would react to that. He was having a hard enough time dealing with his own reactions to the dream.

He was certain now though that it was just one of those nightmares that people had every now and then, maybe a side effect of the upcoming tournament? The fact that they may again face Fudomine? This was just some sort of trick of his mind to try to make him lose his cool and with it the matches in the tournament? A rival school\'s member, and one that he couldn\'t stand, trying to come into his mind in a form that he would prefer so as to make him fight with less intensity should he come to have to play him again? It made perfect sense!

Or at least it did after a lot of time of thinking and rethinking what could possibly make him dreams such a thing! Aside from maybe something as obvious as the idea that Akira Kamio would just look good in that sort of garb. He refused to let his mind think on the idea that a weak, mewling, mostly naked redhead might appeal to him in some way. Refused to think on it cause the idea bothered him a little bit and because he didn\'t want to invite more of these dreams into his sleep. He was dreading going to bed enough as it was.

He gave a bit of a hissing sound as he turned to look at Inui who was talking through what they were going to do during practice today, running laps with the threat of \'Super Deluxe Golden Power Inui Juice\' for those that didn\'t make it around each lap by the given time or was unfortunate enough to be last around each lap. He gave a little \'Erk\' sound and shook his head, no that was definitely NOT what he wanted to be doing. It had to be some sort of torture to drink that stuff but as it contained vegetables, he thought, then it wasn\'t as if it were of true danger to them and the couch allowed it. It was for the best it seemed.

He stretched out as everyone was told to go and line up, if nothing else at least the laps from this morning would have him at an advantage. He had run once today and was more then willing to run again if it meant he escaped drinking that \'Penal-Tea\', blech. He glanced over at Inui who had his normal sadistic smile on his lips as he told them to \'Go\' and the race away from the juice was on.

The results being the same as always, the Seigaku Regulars being the last standing and tied for first as well to escape the juice. A competitive race as normal with all of them in a panting, relieved heap at the end. Nothing better to motivate someone then that Juice and that grin on Inui\'s lips. After then \'warm up run\' the rest of practice was a blur, a mock match against Taka, Inui taking to him about his training routine and menu, and then he was heading off for more lone practice of his own. He had a lot more working out that he had to do before he thought about heading for home.

Course he would have just that sort of luck though it seemed wouldn\'t he? The bad sort of luck that his laps took him down and around the street courts where he passed by Tachibana of Fudomine\'s little sister and he almost gave into panic. He shook his head quickly, naw she was there all the time right? Without being around the rest of the people from Fudomine even so nobody was to say that the rest of them HAD to be there right?. He looked back and forth for a moment and then almost seemed to smile, nope. No Akira in site!

And then he ran around a corner and he found himself running into said redhead and the two of them went down in a heap of tangled limbs...

(( Thankies to those that reviewed, I love good reviews they make me want to write more.

I forgot to put the disclaimer in the last chapter: I don\'t own Prince of Tennis or the characters Kaoru Kaidoh and Akira Kamio I am merely borrowing them for fun. I wish I owned them as I would dress Kamio in the outfit from the first chapter and Kaidoh in something similar but snake-y colored. LOL

This is his half of that day, I am gonna do Akira\'s for the next chapter then their reactions towards one another and see where it progresses from there. Hehehehe. ))