Niou is capable of getting Yagyuu to join the Tennis Team.
Second Year
Yagyuu Hiroshi breathed in the smell of freshly mowed grass mixed with the morning dew. He set his golf bag down and began his warm-up stretches; first his arms, then legs, and finally his torso. Halfway through his lunges he spotted a mess of silver hair near the driving range. Yagyuu frowned as he inspected the newcomer; he had been here three times a week for the past month, always at the same time as Yagyuu. Shaking off his uneasiness, Yagyuu grabbed his trusty 6-iron and placed a ball on a grassy spot. Knees bent, back straight, loose elbows, head down, feet apart, wind with the torso, and follow through! The ball flew through the air at an incredible speed and landed neatly near the 200 yard flag marker.
"That was a good shot." The stranger complimented from afar.
"Thank you!" Yagyuu yelled back out of politeness. The strange silver-haired boy smiled and watched as Yagyuu continued to hit the same marker over and over again until his basket was devoid of balls.
"You're consistent, I like it!" Yagyuu looked over and was met with a grin so large that it scrunched up the rest of the boy's handsome face.
"Can I help you with something?" The boy's wide smile turned into a small crooked smirk as he thought: hook, line, and sinker.
"We can really use someone like you on the Tennis Team."
"I am already on the Golf Team." Yagyuu's uninterested response caused the boy's eyes to gain a mischievous glint.
"But what if you were no longer on the Golf Team?" Yagyuu frowned at the question, he never really consider what he would do without golf. It would be foolish not to have a back-up plan, but there was something about this boy that made Yagyuu want to run twenty miles in the opposite direction of where ever the hell the boy was. Yagyuu chose his words carefully for the question made him uneasy.
"I might consider it if I were no longer a part of the Golf Team. But most likely, I will pick up some other sport instead." With that said, Yagyuu gathered up his basket and equipment before leaving the driving range.
The stranger's smirk widened as he stared at Yagyuu's retreating figure. "You might consider it huh? Yagyuu Hiroshi…puri~"
The Principal paced around his office, genuinely confused about the situation that faced him. The surprisingly young Principal had already accumulated a respectable amount of wrinkles on his face, courtesy of one silver headed teen. He ran his hand through his already thinning hair and scowled when he felt that more hair had fallen off. By this rate, he was going to be bald before his 35th birthday. Well I'm never getting laid again, he thought as he found his way back to his old fashion leather arm chair. He sat down heavily and pulled a manila folder towards him. Adjusting his thick glasses and leaning back against his chair, he began to re-read the file.
Earlier this week, several students have reported seeing a figure entering and exiting the Golf Club House after hours. The figure was described as a tall, slender teen wearing glasses and our school's senior uniform. Several golf bags have been found vandalized and many students suspect a Mister Yagyuu Hiroshi as the perpetrator. The bags were painted green and decorated with various characters from a popular American show called My Little Pony. The Golf Coach has requested that Mister Yagyuu be subsequently removed from the Golf Team.
The Principal flipped the page and was met with pictures of golf bags decorated with tasteful drawings of Fluttershy, Applejack, Twilight Sparkle, and Rainbow Dash…uh not that he would know. It's not like he watches the show regularly, and is part of a My Little Pony Guild that reenacts the episodes by dressing up like giant horses with rainbows and butterflies painted on their asses…
"Sir, are you okay?" His secretary's voice crackled forth from the intercom.
"I'm perfectly fine, why do you ask?" The Principal mopped his forehead nervously and licked his lips. If anyone finds out I'm a Brony, I'll never be respected by my colleagues…or get laid.
"Well you were hyperventilating into the intercom; I was worried you were having an asthma attack, sir."
"I'm fine. I was just uh stretching and I must have accidentally hit the intercom…during my stretching…with one of my many appendages." The Principal finished lamely.
"Oh okay then." A prolonged silence fell over the two.
"Um well I have a Mister Yagyuu here to see you, should I uh-"
"Yes! Please, send him in!" The Principal interrupted, relieved at the opportunity to finally end the awkward conversation. His office door creaked open slowly, revealing a tall, purple-haired, and exceptionally groomed senior.
"Yagyuu, please sit." Unsurprisingly, Yagyuu obeyed the Principal's request and sat down on the edge of a plastic chair.
"Do you know why I have called you here today?" And thus began the interrogation process.
20 Minutes Later
"It was a pleasure talking to you, sir." Yagyuu said with a respectful bow before he gracefully exited the small office, leaving behind a pale, shaking Principal in his wake. The poor guy was muttering gibberish for the rest of the day, and jumped if anyone mentioned the word loaf.
Once safely locked in the third floor's boy's bathroom, Niou carefully removed his disguise and flushed it down the toilet. He splashed some cold water onto his face, taking care to remove all of the makeup. Next came the uniform; Niou had perfected his lazy look to the point of perfection. The shirt had to be half untucked; the tie loosened slightly and flung over his shoulder like a scarf; and the unbuttoned blazer that was held lightly in his right hand, also thrown over his shoulder. After giving himself a once over in the mirror, Niou headed to his last class, smirking as he walked.
A few weeks later, Niou would be called out of practice to be introduced to his new doubles partner, Yagyuu Hiroshi.
A year later, Yagyuu will find out about this incident, and add it to his list, shaking his head while torn between anger and laughter.
AN: So how was it? Was it good, smelly, bad, or surprisingly squishy? Erm the chapter I mean... :D Reviews are always welcome and so are cookies...yum cookies...
