Mamushiro Momoshi
I wrote this for no reason at all. Or maybe I wrote it purely for fun.
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Momshiro Takeshi, 3rd-year, Seishin Gakuen regular, was convinced the world was going insane. Or that it had at least officially ended without him being around to take note. And no, he did not make that statement in a rage or a sulk or under the influence of one of Inui's many bizarre and terrifying concoctions, he was very sane and very sure of his facts. He had proof, completely logical and irrefutable, that such a sequence of events had happened.
The first thing was that he was playing doubles. This was definitely a sign that someone up there had a few screws loose. He needed room to do his trademark Dunk Smash which was a totally kickass move that should have gotten him a position in singles immediately, (especially since some freak had put Horio in singles,) he needed space to move about in, and he was a reliable, flexible, and altogether awesome player and the only way he'd get to show it and let the chicks know it was if he played singles, and that cheeky brat with the stupid cap who was really irritating and who just happened to be his best friend now laughed at him all day, and chased him to the street tennis courts to continue to do so, and HE had gotten a place in singles and that just was so much more proof that all was NOT right on this green earth.
The second thing was that Kaidoh Kaoru was not only still playing, he was still a regular. Honestly, he'd thought that over the summer someone would realise that Kaidoh had some severe psychological complexes, look at the way the guy was always sulking and glaring and hissing and getting angry at a perfectly nice and agreeable guy like him, and get rid of him and his reptilian ways, which were about as reptilian as pirated VCDs made in Taiwan by some guy sitting inside the cinema filming the thing were like high quality made-in-America-with-all-the-extras DVDs. He didn't even have to be civil to Kaidoh, which was probably the reason why he wasn't civil at all.
But why hadn't he been expelled or suspended or shipped off to a mental asylum with a tag saying "Fragile: Guy Who Talks Like Snakes"? Or couldn't the teachers or somebody realise how much mental trauma he was giving their younger generation (Horio practically peed in his pants every time he saw him, but that might have been because Horio was a bit of a wimp) and send him off for some serious psychiatric help? Dammit, all the guy had was one stupid move that he'd copied from some person, that caused balls to swerve in strange lines and squiggly patterns, and for that the whole school was willing to tolerate this walking, hissing, garbage-spewing gangster wannabe with some serious personality issues and horrible fashion sense? What was wrong with the world?
And the third thing was...
"They're the best doubles team ever! They've never lost a single match!" The fans, guys and girls, were screaming and shrieking and sometimes downright bellowing encouragement for the two players who were moving out onto the court, one striding confidently with a very wide grin that was either very nasty or very nice on his face, and the other hunched over as though to hide his fishy lips, which were indeed very fishy in both the physical and the mental sense once you thought about it.
"Momo-sempai and Kaidoh-sempai make such a wonderful combination!"
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...
He was playing doubles with Kaidoh Kaoru.
The world had ended. He was very sure.
I wrote this for no reason at all. Or maybe I wrote it purely for fun.
******
Momshiro Takeshi, 3rd-year, Seishin Gakuen regular, was convinced the world was going insane. Or that it had at least officially ended without him being around to take note. And no, he did not make that statement in a rage or a sulk or under the influence of one of Inui's many bizarre and terrifying concoctions, he was very sane and very sure of his facts. He had proof, completely logical and irrefutable, that such a sequence of events had happened.
The first thing was that he was playing doubles. This was definitely a sign that someone up there had a few screws loose. He needed room to do his trademark Dunk Smash which was a totally kickass move that should have gotten him a position in singles immediately, (especially since some freak had put Horio in singles,) he needed space to move about in, and he was a reliable, flexible, and altogether awesome player and the only way he'd get to show it and let the chicks know it was if he played singles, and that cheeky brat with the stupid cap who was really irritating and who just happened to be his best friend now laughed at him all day, and chased him to the street tennis courts to continue to do so, and HE had gotten a place in singles and that just was so much more proof that all was NOT right on this green earth.
The second thing was that Kaidoh Kaoru was not only still playing, he was still a regular. Honestly, he'd thought that over the summer someone would realise that Kaidoh had some severe psychological complexes, look at the way the guy was always sulking and glaring and hissing and getting angry at a perfectly nice and agreeable guy like him, and get rid of him and his reptilian ways, which were about as reptilian as pirated VCDs made in Taiwan by some guy sitting inside the cinema filming the thing were like high quality made-in-America-with-all-the-extras DVDs. He didn't even have to be civil to Kaidoh, which was probably the reason why he wasn't civil at all.
But why hadn't he been expelled or suspended or shipped off to a mental asylum with a tag saying "Fragile: Guy Who Talks Like Snakes"? Or couldn't the teachers or somebody realise how much mental trauma he was giving their younger generation (Horio practically peed in his pants every time he saw him, but that might have been because Horio was a bit of a wimp) and send him off for some serious psychiatric help? Dammit, all the guy had was one stupid move that he'd copied from some person, that caused balls to swerve in strange lines and squiggly patterns, and for that the whole school was willing to tolerate this walking, hissing, garbage-spewing gangster wannabe with some serious personality issues and horrible fashion sense? What was wrong with the world?
And the third thing was...
"They're the best doubles team ever! They've never lost a single match!" The fans, guys and girls, were screaming and shrieking and sometimes downright bellowing encouragement for the two players who were moving out onto the court, one striding confidently with a very wide grin that was either very nasty or very nice on his face, and the other hunched over as though to hide his fishy lips, which were indeed very fishy in both the physical and the mental sense once you thought about it.
"Momo-sempai and Kaidoh-sempai make such a wonderful combination!"
...
...
He was playing doubles with Kaidoh Kaoru.
The world had ended. He was very sure.