Strength
by Collapse Overture
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Prince of Tennis. Higa Chuu would so show up more.
A/N: This team needs more love. Well...this pairing, because I don't mention the whole team in here. But still, the team itself needs more love.
Sometimes, Kai Yuujirou really hated his captain.
Kai, instead of tennis training, would spend hours riding the waves, enjoying the adrenaline to calm his nerves for later on. His tennis captain, Kite Eishirou, would just sit along the sand and fiddle with random martial arts weapons, watching his self-proclaimed fukubuchou surf contentedly. Kite, being the captain, happened to be the only one that knew how to calm the storm that was his vice-captain at all times (it helped that they spent a good amount of time together).
Not paying any attention whatsoever to the redhead that just made it back to shore, the 'Hitman' pulled out a set of nunchucks and twirled them in one hand fluidly, eyes closed. This was the basis of his training, and Kai had no problem with it. After all, Kite strengthened his arms this way, as well as develop a better grip.
"Oi, Kite!" the redhead drawled, sticking the bottom of his surfboard into the sand to stand there while he walked towards the bespectacled boy. "Whaddaya doin', ah? Shouldn't ya be practicing fer tennis?" That question got him a direct glare from the slightly taller boy. Kai knew the exact answer to the question anyway.
Ignoring him completely, Kite continued to twirl the weapon in his hand, still glaring to the other boy all the while. Sometimes, he didn't know how he could deal with the other for so long; he could be annoying.
With a rather bored 'Kill me now, please' expression, the capped boy put his hand on his hip and focused weight on one side, awaiting his captain to just stop before he had to make him stop. Though, making him stop seemed more appealing than waiting - after all, Kai was impatient. If he was bored, he'd usually serve a tennis ball violently in the person making him bored's face. But he couldn't exactly do that to Kite Eishirou; the boy would kill him. He wasn't called the Hitman for nothing.
"Kite, man, can we please go do something more eventful? This really sucks, ya know?"
He received yet another glare, though Kite still put away his nunchucks and stood. "Maybe, if you'd be a little more patient, Yuujirou-kun, you'd be alright with this training," he said coldly, his glare never wearing off. He hated when his 'fukubuchou' called him 'man,' so, in order to get back at him, he'd call him by his first name, including honorifics. He knew how to make his team tick. Much like Chinen and Tanishi. All Kite had to do to make them obey was to threaten pulling them from the Science Labs. And as for Rin, give him some Gouya, and he'll shut right up. "Now, let's go. Wouldn't want you to have a konniption, now would we?"
Sometimes, Kai Yuujirou really hated his captain. The boy seriously knew just what to do to kill him. . .but he also knew just what to do to keep him strong. Kite Eishirou truly held the cards. And that was what made him such a great captain in the first place.
But oftentimes, when they were alone in either Kite's or Kai's house, those were the moments when Kite made Kai the strongest. And Kai didn't mind, not in the least bit.
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