I'm back to writing crack stuff XD
When things are crap, writing crack stuff helps a lot~

Warning: damn cracks, unresolved Sanada tension, sparkly Yukimura, thereshallbenotennisbeforeYukimura.

Chapter 1

The beginning of a school year was always celebrated by the fluttering of pink cherry blossoms. Even Sanada who was not so keen on arts found it breathtaking. As he made his way up the road to his school building, he caught every petal that passed his line of view. One could always use the simplest moment for training.

By the time the school building was only several steps away, both of his hands were completely filled. You could see several petals peeking out from the sides of his fists or the spaces between his fingers, trying to get out to no avail. All of the sudden, the petals were dropped unceremoniously to the ground.

Sanada had caught sight of something even more beautiful amidst the falling flower petals. A cerulean color that complemented the pink perfectly, yet stood out on its own in beauty. Sanada knew the color well. He had known the person whom the color belong to for eleven years now. Absentmindedly, Sanada raised a hand, trying to catch the beauty in his palm-

"Sanada?"

Sanada froze. The blue haired boy looked over his shoulder at him. Sanada quickly withdrew his hands and pretended nothing had happened. Sanada was flushing madly, to which the other boy chuckled softly. He needed to train himself to be more disciplined in this area. To be unable to control his expression was unacceptable!

The boy turned his gaze back at the towering school building. Sanada took several steps and joined him at his side, curious as to what captivated the other boy so. Honestly, his eyes would rather stare at that gorgeous blue locks on the boy's head rather than the dull school building. But since the other boy seemed to enjoy it so much, he decided to endure it in silence. This, too, was a discipline exercise.

Focus Focus Focus Focus Stop imagining Yukimura's blue hair! Focus on the school building, the bricks that made up the walls, the green tiles that make the roof and that giant clock-

"What are you doing?"

His head snapped towards Yukimura upon hearing that question. Yukimura was staring at him with an innocent curious face like a newborn baby. What were you doing here in the first place, Sanada wanted to retort. But he could not treat his childhood friend badly. Yukimura did this to him on very frequent basis. He should be mature and learn to get used to it. Sanada took a deep breath and sighed.

"Sanada."

"Hm?" Sanada looked up into those cerulean orbs and he felt his entire soul being sucked inside. Of all persona his friend had, he admired Yukimura's leadership persona most. That pride and confidence that was so intense it literally oozed out of the blue haired boy in the form of black mists, splitting the fluttering flower petals around him in half.

"We'll be creating legend in this school."

Sanada nodded curtly. They definitely would, with Yukimura being the strongest tennis player Sanada had ever meet, and he himself should be worthy enough of an addition. They would take on the school by the horns.

"Yes, Yukimura."

If only he knew how wrong he was.

xoxoxoxo

"I'll see you after school." Yukimura had commanded. So once the bell rang, Sanada rushed towards the tennis court, eager to take the first step to their world dominance. To his surprise, the blue haired boy was nowhere to be found.

Perhaps Sanada was early. They were just released from class a minute ago after all. So Sanada engaged himself in another unorthodox training. He stood perfectly still as he looked over the court. Still as the forest, not moved by the wind, not moved by people shouting at him to move away, and not moved by his curiosity to check whether his friend was behind him every minute.

Finally, Sanada exhaled, the first movement he had made in half an hour. That was enough training, and that was the end of his patience. So with his tennis bag still slung over his shoulder, he searched through the school to find the blue haired boy. Classroom, hall, sports hall, toilet, nothing.

It took Sanada another half an hour to find Yukimura. The boy was standing before the teacher's office. Any rage building inside Sanada for being made to wait for half an hour and search for him like headless chicken dissipated into thin air upon seeing the displeased scowl on Yukimura's face.

"I would give you hundred laps for your tardiness." Yukimura growled dangerously, that captivating dark aura was lingering around him again. Sanada could feel the hair on his skin being sliced in half. He was ready to run back to do as commanded when a hand seized his wrist, halting him. Sanada looked back to find Yukimura beaming at him.

"BUT we're not going to do that." Yukimura smiled.

"We're not?" Sanada reiterated hesitantly. Yukimura let go of his wrist and hold a sheet of paper before Sanada's face, one finger pointing at the blank space at the bottom. "I need you to sign here."

Sanada took the paper and hold it up against the wall, one hand reaching to his pen in his chest pocket. He scanned through the paper, the ink of his pen was one thin line away from making contact with the paper when he froze. "New club application form?" Sanada read out loud.

"Rikkaidai After School Club?" Sanada looked quizzically at Yukimura. There were so many things wrong about this. Sanada decided to ask the first and most obvious question first. "Isn't there already such a club?"

"Ours is special." Yukimura answered, his face was sparkling with the smile on his face.

"And you're forming a new club on your first day?"

"Yup." Yukimura was still sparkling.

"How about tennis?"

The sparkle dropped immediately to be replaced with pitch black aura. "SIGN THE PAPER." Yukimura was still smiling.

Sanada choked, nearly losing his voice. "But tenn-"

"SIGN IT." His blue haired friend was literally engulfed in black flame, the only thing visible was his cold gaze that would have murdered Sanada if they could. Sanada hurriedly signed it and returned the paper to Yukimura, whose flame immediately disappeared to be replaced with the sparkling smile once again.

"Thank you. At least two students are needed to propose this. I could not do this without you." Yukimura said sweetly, the melodic voice nearly melted Sanada's heart, allowing him to turn a blind eye at the fact that he had just being taken advantage of.

"Yukimura." Sanada asked once he broke Yukimura's spell and returned to reality. "I don't think the teachers are going to approve that."

Yukimura already had his hand on the door handle. "Oh, watch me." Yukimura said with his sweet voice and his very gentle smile. "Excuse me." Yukimura said politely. He slid the door open, stepped inside, and slammed it shut with such gentle force the wall suffered minor cracks.

It was very silent for a few minutes. Then Sanada heard a male teacher drawling "Huh, what are you even suggesting?" before something so massive exploded inside the room that the door threatened to burst open. After that it was once again silent, too silent. As seconds ticked by, Sanada could see black mists coming out from the spaces under the door.

Suddenly the door slid open, revealing a smiling and sparkling Yukimura. Before Sanada could peek at what happened inside the black ominous cloud enshrouding the room, Yukimura slammed the door close.

"I got their consent!" Yukimura said in sing-song voice as he held the paper high. "They also agree to give me the best classroom in this school. Let's go check it out!"

Yukimura did not even wait for Sanada's reply. He was already on his way to whatever classroom he had managed to acquire. Left with no choice, Sanada followed closely behind after sparing a condolence nod to the teacher's office. He swore that in the brief seconds Yukimura had flashed him the paper he could see Yukimura's handwriting everywhere, even in places where it shouldn't be, like the segment titled 'Approval, only for official use'.

xoxoxoxo

When Yukimura said he had gotten the best classroom in the school, he was not kidding.

Room 303 was on the third floor, which was usually reserved for the seniors. From the stairs, it was situated at the corner most of the hall to the right with two classrooms preceding it. From the outside, it looked just like any other ordinary classroom.

Yukimura slid the door open and revealed the entire room to Sanada's eyes.

The white painted walls and the wooden tiles seemed to shine with the afternoon sun illuminating the room from the sheets of glass forming the window panels across them. Unlike ordinary class, the tables were all arranges such that they form a larger table in the middle of the room with eight seats circling around it and the unused tables and chairs were neatly arranged at the back of the classroom.

And unlike ordinary classroom, there's flowers. Lots of them. There was a piece of porcelain vase on the table surrounded with petals of every colors, scissors and green stems of varying length. There was even flower drawing on on the whiteboard, along with an instruction detailing the type, the length and the positioning of the flowers to be put inside the vase.

"You got us flower club's room?" Sanada forced himself to say. He was still too taken aback to take a step further from the room entrance.

"It's gardening club." Came the very nonchalant reply. "It's the best room in the school!" Yukimura was already inside the room, admiring the flowers the club was supposedly working on with very fascinated eyes.

"You can't even get us air-conditioned room?"

"Air condition provides excessive humidity for these babies." Yukimura was holding to a white flower that Sanada believed was a lily, stroking the petals gently. Sanada wished it was not the flower Yukimura was fondling but-

"You know that the club members will demand this room back eventually right?" Sanada quickly say before his imagination ran wild. He switched his attention to the eight bags lying on the floor beside him. "Scratch that. They are still using this room."

Yukimura, who seemed to have thought things far ahead, looked very surprised much to Sanada's surprise. His usual smile quickly returned. "Ah, you can handle that, can't you Sanada?"

Sure Sanada could. He could do anything for his blue haired friend. But upon taking a double look at the colorful abundance of flowers on the table and the diagrams on the board and realized that the windows were overlooking the school's flower garden directly, Sanada decided this was too much. "I'm sure you're more capable of doing it than I am." That was the most subtle refusal Sanada could manage.

"But I'm tired of dealing with this kind of stuff. I've used up my black aura quota for the day." Yukimura pouted as he twirled the stalk on his two fingers. Again, Sanada wished it was not the stalk but-NO.

"T-there's a limit?" Sanada managed to croak.

Ignoring Sanada, Yukimura continued his musing. "I think we need someone who can take care of these legal stuff. Someone whose mind is so acute he is capable of forming statistics on the spot. But the said member is not only good with the sciences, the member must be able to get in touch with other people's heart. He must at least be able to predict what other people are going to say."

Sanada wasn't sure whether Yukimura was being serious or being sarcastic. "I can do it, I guess."

"No you can't." Yukimura sharply refuted which caused Sanada to frown even more. "Only this creature of absurdly high intellect can do it. And I know just where to find him."

"Mathematics club?" Sanada suggested.

"No, you silly." Yukimura laughed at Sanada's 'ridiculous' guess. Sanada began to consider another option. Science club? Computer club? Robotics laboratory?

"Of course he's in the tennis club!"

Right. Of course it's tennis club. Why would he think-

...huh?

By the time Sanada realized it, Yukimura was already dragging him out of the classroom.

Also, there's no schedule to this one. Next chapter'll be up whenever it's ready. Sorry!