A/N: Have I ever said that I absolutely adore Rikkai? Well, I do. Enjoy!
"Niou Masaharu!" a voice roared. Thundering footsteps resounded as a silver head turned with mock surprise.
"D'you call, fukubuchou?" the named lazily threw out. Sanada's forehead began creasing, his hardened eyes breaking his up kept demeanor. He stared hard at his teammate for a moment before stepping toward the Trickster, clenched fists parallel to his rigid body. In seconds the latter's bright, yellow jersey was gripped by tightened hands. Sanada brought Niou's face closer to his until their eyes were merely apart. Taking a harsh breath, he glared daggers at the Illusion player before saying, "Omae…"
Sanada was interrupted as a drawling voice cut him off saying, "Oi, fukubuchou, can you move your face? Your breath stinks."
The next day, one of the eight tennis regulars was missing from the national-known team of Kanagawa.
Omake:
"Saa, Sanada, what did our dear Niou do to you?" Yukimura asked, his sweet voice lined with amusement.
Sanada only grunted as he turned away to escape the prying eyes of the tennis captain.
"My dignity."
Valentine's Day is tomorrow (in the US, at least)...! I will have no fic to post, as the mountains are calling me... hehe... Go on YouTube and check out Prince of Tennis 2014 Valentine Kiss! It's Gakuto this year - Hyotei love?