Title: The Binding of Uchimura
Fandom: Prince of Tennis: Fudomine Chuugaku
Characters: Fudomine Regulars, An
Prompt: 026 - Teammates
Word Count: 700
Date finished: 04/03/07
Rating: G
Summary: The team has had enough of Uchimura's language.
Author's Notes: This came up from an rp (I'm playing Kamio on st_benedicts), and due to a question on a meme asked by the one playing Tachibana. Shinji-mun and I sat down and figured out what actually happened - and I decided to write it.
Uh - Uchimura is the one with the black cap - called "Front Killer" in the match with Eiji and Oishi.
Also, please keep in mind that this is ROUGH - and is my first attempt at writing Fudomine. It might be better at the end of this, but it might not. (Sheesh, this fandom makes me write HUGE Author's notes!)
Second Disclaimer: Also - the characterisation of Uchimura is from asongforcrows in her fic A Sleeping Lion (which promises to be lovely).
Disclaimer: Characters are owned by Konomi Takeshi, and whoever did the anime. At any rate, it's not me.

The cry shattered the peace of Fudomine's tennis courts, bringing to a stop all activity. There wasn't a lot of it, as only six members of the seven man team were present, but all of them stopped what they were doing.

"I've heard enough – had enough of that aimed at me, and I'm sick of it!"

The speaker was small, unassuming, and stalking angrily toward another small boy, who wore a black cap.

"What are you going to do, Mori?" the one in the cap jeered – and only noticed he was surrounded after he'd spoken.

The redhead of the team – Kamio Akira, vice captain – took hold of one arm. "Really,: he said quietly, but with a gleam in his eye, "we all are."

"Akira," Uchimura protested, eyes widening further, "you can't possibly be...."

"No more talking," Mori said, clapping a hand over his doubles partner's mouth. Then he flinched. "Hurry. He’s trying to bite me."

Ishida gripped their teammate's other arm, and he, Kamio, and Mori manhandled him toward one of the benches that lined the sides of the courts. They got him situated, and Sakurai Masaya met them there, smirking. "Pin his hands behind him," he said, and Uchimura struggled harder – in vain, however – as Sakurai wound grip tape around his wrists.

Lastly, Mori, with great satisfaction on his face, pulled a clean handkerchief out of his pocket and quickly gagged his doubles partner before the other got out more than a word.

They all stepped back, and Kamio looked around for the one teammate missing; Ibu Shinji had been on the courts when this had started. He spotted his best friend not too far away, watching impassively, but he thought he saw a glint of satisfaction in his dark eyes.

Kamio glanced at his watch, then. "Okay," he said, "it's about time to clean up."

Mori grinned, retrieving Uchimura's cap from where it had fallen and placing back on the bound boy’s head. "I'll get Uchimura's stuff," he said.

Kamio nodded and assigned the rest of the chores out, not excluding himself, and noticed, as Sakurai handed the grip tape he'd used back to Shinji. Kamio had to hide a smile as he turned to complete his own assigned task. The courts were quickly cleaned and cleared as each of the members of the team gathered their bags and headed for home.

Kamio hesitated as he left the courts, his best friend with him. "I can't just leave him here," he said, looking back, more to himself than to Shinji.

"Tachibana-san should be back soon," Shinji pointed out.

"Maybe," Kamio said. "He might not, if it gets too late, and I don't want...."

Shinji nudged him to silence. "There he is. Let's go."

Catching sight of the captain, where Shinji indicated, Kamio grinned, gave a jaunty wave to Uchimura, and followed Shinji off school grounds.

When Tachibana Kippei returned to the tennis courts, he barely managed to keep from laughing at the sight presented him.

Uchimura Kyosuke was bound to one of the benches with grip tape – and gagged. His dark eyes blazed in anger and humiliation under his black cap.

Kneeling behind him, Kippei worked at the tape binding the younger boy's hands. "What happened?" he asked, then paused long enough to release Uchimura's mouth.

He almost wished he hadn't at the language that Uchimura blurted out, but merely smiled and went back to the tape.

In the end, Uchimura refused to say who had tied him up; he gathered his racquets and school bag, and strode off the courts. From his silence, though, Kippei guessed it had been one of the team. He suspected Mori more than anyone else; he'd noticed how that partnership was.

"Interesting day," he heard, and turned to smile at his little sister.

"So it seems. Did you see who did that?"

An laughed. "If he won't tell you, then neither will I," she said cheerfully.

"What would they have done if I hadn't come back?" he asked, starting toward the gate in Uchimura's wake.

An smiled as he joined her outside the courts. "I'm sure it would have worked out," she said.

He laughed. "It usually does."

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