Disclaimer: I don't own the Hyotei boys or Prince of Tennis. Konomi Takeshi does. T-T
A/N: I don't play the violin, so the violin stuff in the fic is based on my friends who do, my 5 years in orchestra, and the internet. If anyone wants to correct me, please do.
Something About G-Strings… (Part 1)
"Hey! Watch where you're going, Ohtori!"
Mukahi Gakutojust barely managed to flip out of the way as a large, silver-haired second year barreled past, clearing the crowd of students with his large violin case.
"Oh! Sorry, Mukahi-sempai!" he called over his shoulder. "I'm late to my violin lesson."
"You can't run me over just because you're tall and I'm short!" Gakuto snapped after the junior, who had already turned a corner and was out of earshot. He tossed his magenta bob and massaged his left thigh. His catlike escape made him pull a muscle. Bitterly, he wondered if his injury would affect his "performance" that night, but the thought was soon pushed aside when he noticed the thin cardboard box that had suddenly appeared at his feet.
As he picked up the box, which had fallen out of Ohtori's violin case, Gakuto noticed the words penciled on the back: Air on the G String. With an evil grin, he pulled a pencil out of his school bag and quickly erased the first three words. He would have a little fun before returning the package, he decided. So what if the boy was late to his lesson.
Gakuto stood on his tiptoes and scanned the mass of students for a potential victim. His smirk widened as he spotted a familiar blue hat exiting the men's room and heading his way. "Oi! Shishido!"
"Mukahi, what the hell was all that noise just now?" Shishido asked his teammate. He glared suspiciously around the hallway, searching for the troublemaker.
"Your boyfriend is late for his violin lesson," the small boy said simply.
Shishido flared. "He's not my—" He stopped.
"Don't try to deny it. We all know it's true," Gakuto said, his large pointed eyes glinting wickedly.
Shishido changed tack. "So what do you want from me?"
Gakuto handed Shishido the narrow box. "Your boyfriend dropped this," he replied smugly. He knew the original words written on the package. They were the name of some song; the mushy, classical shit that Yuushi liked. However, judging by the way Shishido's face had reddened as he mouthed the remaining syllables, Gakuto could tell that the boy had no idea.
"…the FUCK!" Shishido sputtered. His face had darkened to the color of his teammate's hair.
"It belongs to Ohtori. Now be a good boyfriend and return it to him. He needs it for his lesson," Gakuto said, trying his hardest not to just collapse on the floor laughing. He turned on his heel and trotted over to Oshitari, who had been calmly watching scene from his locker.