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Past Present to YouOld Fiat
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Chapter One
It all started back in those crazy '80s. He was such a young boy (not really, he was twenty-two) and didn't know what he wanted to be. He was irresponsible and a wild little so-and-so. One day he ran into a friend and got some photos done. What could go wrong? He was a rich youngster and nothing bad could happen!
Now it's twenty-one years later and Taro Sakaki KNOWS who/what he is/wants to be and he knows how he wants his students to treat him. That's why he had to give up his old party life and wild youth days to be respectable. He also had to give up the late nights spent clubbing and 'dancing' (or other ways –wink wink--). He also used to wear the craziest of crazy clothes!
He now has a nice house; he doesn't go clubbing; he doesn't go around partying with his friends, kissing random rich people (of… em, either sex) and never sleeping. In fact he goes to bed at 11:30 pm and wakes up at 6:15 am. And he has ONE WIFE and a son. He also wears nice Savile Row suits.
So who would have thought his students would find out about his party past? Especially since most of the time he was too drunk to remember it.
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It all started one drizzly afternoon at practice. It was too wet to actually DO anything so Sakaki was drilling his regulars on doubles formations, even the non-doubles-playing regulars.
He stood in front of the big chalkboard and sighed.
"As you can see—"
"This is INCREDIBLY boring!" yawned Gakuto. "I play doubles and this is boring me!"
Oshitari sighed in an obnoxiously, flamboyant fashion. "Me too. This sucks."
Sakaki scowled. "Well what do you brats want to do?"
Atobe's eyes shot to a large, navy blue book sitting on Sakaki's desk. He had never seen it opened before, though he had seen it there before. The clear library cover intrigued him. He raised a perfect hand.
"Can we look at that book?" he asked and pointed to the navy-blue book on Sakaki's desk.
He glanced at it. "What the Hell. Gather around brats and we'll look at my scrapbook."
They gathered around him as ordered and looked over his shoulders to see the first creamy page.
The words Taro's Photographs of an Incredible Five Years! 1982-1987 were written in pointy cursive.
They all looked at him.
"That exclamation point is really gay," stated Hiyoshi, talking a burden off everyone's shoulders.
Sakaki bristled. "It IS NOT. I never acted gay." Not that I remember… he thought guiltily.
He flipped over the page to reveal a photo of four men. One had red-brown hair that was slicked all funny so he had this big thing protruding out the front. His skin was tan and he had a large nose. He wore a neon-yellow shirt tucked into high jeans, a shiny black belt and a jean jacket. He had a large, white smile.
Another was short young man with puffy-curly black hair. His skin was pale and smooth, he had a crooked smile plastered on his face and on his ears were two little silver hoops with little red beads on them, his white T-shirt was tucked into tight, navy blue trousers with a sailor pant style fly. His arms and torso were covered with a black leather jacket, the kind with fringe.
The third had gingery hair that was frizzy on top, but cut short on the sides. His pale skin was covered with large groups of freckles. He wasn't just smiling he was laughing his head off. His faded jeans were tucked into cowboy boots and his button-up shirt was tucked into the jeans. He was wearing a scarf with red and black stripes.
The final man had curly blonde hair. It was very fantabulous, puffy and hair-sprayed. His neon pink half-trench coat was belted with a thick black belt. He was wearing cropped jeans. His smile was large and white. All four of the men were at a big party you could tell from the club lighting and people walking behind them.
All four of the men were doing the can-can. A row of espadrilles—briefly interrupted by a pair of cowboy boots—ran in an almost even row. Underneath them was written in the same pointy cursive; From left to right: Gui(seppe), Roxby (Roxburgh), Christy (Christopher) and me (Taro). Then beneath that were three separate sentences in different handwritings.
HAPPY 1982!!!!
Happy New Year!
Say hello to a BRAND NEW YEAR!!! HELLO 1982!!!
The team looked at Sakaki with disgusted expressions.
"You're that one in the gay pink trench, aren't you?" said Atobe.
Sakaki blushed. "Can we NOT look at this?"
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-Old Fiat s. Italy