Well, my first PoT fic! I guess we'll see how this goes…*looks nervous* This will only be my second attempt at a multi-part, so I hope all goes well. And yes, I said attempt. Take that as you will.
Anyway, Prince of Tennis does not belong to me. If it did, I'm sure the series would be far more offensive, and would offer quite a bit of hot boy-shagging. But I'm a horrible pervert, so ignore that last comment.
This is a story about camping. Hopefully you all will take to it and give me reviews, and I will have the inspiration to continue. Hooray for yaoi/shonen-ai/dirty innuendo! Hooray for camping, which I know next to nothing about! Hooray for obvious space-filler Author's Note!
Hooray for pants!
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As the pride of their school, the Seigaku regulars were known for remaining calm and collected in the direst of situations, exerting amazing skill and dexterity on the tennis court, keeping good sportsmanship and high morale, and showing an amazing capacity for teamwork.
And as a team, they had all shuffled into the empty classroom, eager for the news Ryuzaki-sensei would bring.
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And as a team, they sat in a rather miffed silence, expressions varying from blank to artfully blank. Apparently, some things could dampen even Seigaku's mood.
There was a long, surprisingly undramatic pause.
"A-anou....sensei," Oishi began tentatively," I was under the impression that we would be going to the beach this year, as it is our first club trip since...well..." He trailed off, looking as though in deep thought. "Well, since ever, I think."
The woman shrugged, though she at least had the grace to look a little sheepish.
"Listen, boys. I think we should take this as a blessing, even if we couldn't make it to the coast!" She smiled widely, although it looked a little strained.
"Honestly, we're lucky! Not only can we get in touch with nature, but we can learn to trust each other in the wilderness!" Oh, she was laying it on thick.
Needless to say, this statement was met with blatant distaste from the majority of the group.
After a few moments of shooting the hairy eyeball around the room as if daring anyone to complain, she turned to The Stony One™ for support.
Tezuka stepped forward and with a rather dangerous edge to his voice, muttered, "We are going camping, whether we like it, or not."
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Day One
4:35 AM [16:35]
The chattering tennis team was still draped in darkness, the sky a deep, velvety-blue above them with only the faintest stirrings of dawn on the horizon.
"I'm actually getting excited, Oishi!" Eiji chirped for what had to be the fifteenth time in the last minute and a half, followed by much bouncing and fidgeting and squirming and so many other forms of ADHD manifesting itself in its natural habitat.
Rolling his eyes good-naturedly and tugging the redhead's bags out of his hands, The other half of the Golden Pair made his way towards the back of the bus to load their luggage.
Ryoma, having just moved safely out of Eiji's pouncing range tried to slink straight onto the bus, only to get his hair ruffled by some unseen force. He muttered something foul and tried, without much luck, to smooth the tousled strands back into place. Turning, he shot a baleful look at Momoshiro, who had suddenly found himself intensely interested in a nearby tree.
Inui was scribbling frantically in one of his many notepads, occasionally glancing up at his teammates, many of whom were still clad in sweatpants and slippers and other nightwear. This was very useful. He made a special note of Echizen's cat-print pajama pants and Kaido's special toothbrush bandanna. Not to mention Taka's sushi slippers and matching shirt.
He yawned and idly handed a glass of vegetable juice to some random, unsuspecting freshman, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Some of the other club members seemed unfazed by the change in routine. A group of sophomores were chatting amiably, waiting for their turn to store their things. Tezuka and Fuji, the only two regulars fully dressed, stood near the doors to the bus in companionable silence.
Ryuzaki-sensei was ushering some of the younger club members around, looking tired and harassed.
Perhaps this really was a mistake.
Because this was going to be a long, long, trip.
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Well, there it is so far! I would have gone on longer, but I don't want to do too much…I want to make sure people like it, first! Because honestly, I write for the reviews. I'll admit it. I'm desperate! @_@
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