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WARNING: Kids, don't read this if you haven't gone past the age thirteen yet. We need to keep some of you pure-free. XD --Silent

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Chapter One: French Toast
Written by Silent of Drowning Insanity

:: Oshitari POV ::

If you think Seigaku is crazy, trust me, Hyoutei is worse. Especially when all our tennis club members become hyped up. Everyday is a new day, where getting F's on your exams to throwing people off the second floor window is something to be unexpected. If you think that's bad, then see what's REALLY bad…

:: Normal POV ::

"Tennis practice was more demanding than usual!" complained Gakuto as he took a bite out of his cheeseburger. "I don't get why that Sakaki suddenly made me do acrobatic flips on the school wall for an entire minute, and I nearly broke all my bones when I couldn't land, damn it! But that doesn't mean I suck like that stupid Kikumaru Eiji!"

Oshitari sighed and poked his half-eaten turkey sandwich. He certainly was not in the mood to listen to the ranting of the acrobatic player on how he was so much better than Seigaku's Kikumaru Eiji. No he definitely was NOT in the mood at all to hear such nonsensical things.

"…and you know how much I'm so much lighter that I'll probably weigh like, -520 pounds in space or something like that? And that stupid Kikumaru is probably as heavy as an elephant…"

"Gakuto," warily pointed out Oshitari, sighing, "If Kikumaru was really as heavy as an elephant, don't you think he would have demolished the entire school by now?"

Gakuto was chewing on the sesame bun, and sesame seeds shot out of his mouth as he spoke, "So what? –munch- I'm just trying to say that –munch- I'm better at that Kikumaru when it comes to –munch- acrobatics –swallow-."

"We get that, Gakuto. You've spoken about that since we were defeated by Kikumaru and Momoshiro?"

"Right," said Gakuto, "Yuushi, do you not get it? I am, in fact, BETTER and ALWAYS WILL BE, BETTER than THAT Kikumaru…"

"Gakuto, just shut up!" cried Shishido, who popped into the conversation out of nowhere, "You've been bragging about that for like, five months!" He grabbed the ketchup bottle from the table and squirted some onto his own cheeseburger, then furiously slammed it back onto its original spot, squirting some onto Gakuto's tennis shirt.

"OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, SHISHIDO?!" yelled Gakuto as he swiped a pile of napkins from the napkin box and wiped the ketchup stain on his shirt, making holes in the napkins. He angrily threw them onto the floor. "NOW THERE'S A BIG RED STAIN ON MY FAVORITE SHIRT, DAMN IT!"

Shishido jumped off his seat and fought back, "WELL, WHY DO YOU KEEP ON TALKING ABOUT THAT STUPID KIKUMARU THEN WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'RE DEFEATED?!"

"SHUT UP! KETCHUP HAS NOTHING TO DO THAT KIKUMARU EXCEPT THAT HIS HAIR COLOR IS PRETTY MUCH THE SAME AS TOMATOES!"

"LAST TIME I CHECKED, IT WAS A DARKER RED LIKE BLOOD!"

"Shishido-san!" pleaded Choutaro, who was eating his PB & J sandwich, "Calm down!"

"NEVER! UNTIL GAKUTO SAYS THAT KIKUMARU IS BETTER THAN HIM!"

"WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME, SHISHIDO! I'LL NEVER SAY THAT, EVEN IF I STICK A THOUSAND NEEDLES INTO MY EYES!"

"THEN DO IT NOW!"

"IT'S NOT LIKE I'M THOSE OLD PEOPLE WHO SEW, YOU KNOW!"

Choutaro gaped at his senpai and shamefully mumbled to himself, "I help my mother sew, you know…"

"Gakuto's crazy," whispered Oshitari behind his hand, "You'll have to bear with him, because he's born that way." And the two turned their heads to return back to the conversation.

"YOUR HAIR IS PURPLE! THAT'S LIKE, RETARDED!"

"OH YEA! WHO HAS HAIR LIKE YOURS, HUH?!"

"HEY, I CUT MINE! YOU CAN'T HELP IT!"

"YOU'RE A BAD BARBER, YOU KNOW?!"

"WHO HIGHLIGHTS THEIRS PURPLE THEN?"

"IT'S NATURAL, IDIOT!"

"THAT'S NOT NATURAL AT ALL, STUPID!"

"YES IT IS!"

"At least that Kikumaru has better hair color than yours…" mumbled Shishido under his breath as he looked away.

"SHUT UP!"

Just then, Atobe and Kabaji entered the cafeteria room.

"Ore-sama demands to know why the Dining Hall is such a mess!" angrily requested the captain. "Ore-sama does not like messes in the Dining Hall, you know!"

"Atobe, you don't need such a fancy name for the cafeteria you know," said Shishido.

"It's the Dining Hall! Neh, Kabaji?"

"Usu."

"…"

"Cafeteria sounds so much better…" thought aloud Muhaki as he sat back down and tore off another piece from his cheeseburger.

"It is the DINING HALL!" yelled Atobe. "Kabaji, French horn please."

"Usu."

"It is the DINING HALL!" yelled Atobe, and he swung the French horn into the air towards the acrobatic. Gakuto ducked in time only to have it sandwiched between Shishido's cheeseburger and ramming into his open mouth.

"Peh!" said Shishido as he spat onto the ground, "That hurts, Atobe!" And he hurled the instrument into an unknown direction.

"I'm back from the bathroom, everyone!" cheerfully announced Jiroh, but was knocked unconscious by the French horn, fainting onto the ground.

"Atobe! Where the hell did you get the French horn from?!" asked Shishido as he glanced at the dead Jiroh before at Atobe.

"Ore-sama will never answer until you call this place the Dining Hall!" cried Atobe.

"It's a cafeteria, Atobe!"

"A Dining Hall is for us rich people, Shishido! Cafeteria is for commoners!"

"You insult us!" muffled Gakuto while having the last piece of the cheeseburger in his mouth.

"Gakuto, don't talk with your mouth full," admonished Yuushi as he dusted his shirt clean.

"Well, Ore-sama shall call this the Dining Hall, and all of you will too! Now repeat after me: Dining Hall."

"Dining Hall."

"Zzzzzz."

"Usu."

"CAFETERIA!"

"It's a cafeteria…"

"Um, dining hall?

"…"

"DINING HALL!" roared Atobe.

"NEVER!" yelled Muhaki as he squirted some of the ketchup onto Atobe's hair.

"Oh no! Ore-sama's hair is now blood red!"

"Atobe! Shishido-san! Muhaki-san!" worriedly cried Choutaro as he tried to stop them. "Calm down!"

"DINING HALL!" He threw a pack of cheese, and one landed onto the PB & J. Choutaro took another bite out of his lunch, and began gagging and twitching.

"Gagwwgasfjiag…" choked Choutaro as he clung onto his throat and fell off his seat. Oshitari only shifted his glasses as if nothing happened.

"CAFETERIA!" yelled Gakuto as he threw a handful of sporks at Atobe.

"Kabaji!"

"Usu." And Kabaji became the wall of defense, the sporks having no damage at all.

"Damn it!" cursed Muhaki under his breath, "Why is Kabaji like a rock?!"

"DINING HALL!" yelled Atobe once Kabaji was out of the way, and he threw the French horn at Shishido.

He ducked and picked up Choutaro's lunch, "I'm going to borrow your lunch, Choutaro. Here's the French horn." The second year nodded and the two exchanged. "WHO CARES WHAT YOU FREAKIN' CALL IT!" And the sandwich went flying through the air, flying past Atobe and Kabaji. Oh, Shishido has bad aim, by the way.

"DINING – ugh! What is that smell?!" Everyone looked at the source to find Choutaro barfing into the musical instrument.

"Choutaro!" anxiously cried Shishido in shock as he bent down next to his doubles partner. He led him towards the trash can and the second year continued barfing nonstop. Everyone else scooted down the lunch table by five yards from their original spots.

"Kabaji!" ordered Atobe as he squeezed his nose, pointing at the French horn.

"Usu." And Kabaji walked towards the instrument, picked it up, and threw the French horn away.

Unfortunately, it landed on Choutaro's head, and the puke poured all over his hair.

"GWAHFHAOHGOA!"

"Choutaro!" Shishido grabbed Oshitari's water bottle and chugged it down on his hair.

"…my water…"

"Gakevoehgpahg…" mumbled Choutaro in relief as he felt the cold liquid washing down.

After Choutaro's business was settled, the threesome continued to argue.

"DINING HALL!"

"CAFETERIA!"

"WHO THE FUCKIN' CARES?"

"ORE-SAMA DOES NOT LIKE COMMONERS' WORDS!"

"ARE YOU SAYING THAT WE ARE COMMONERS?!"

"FUCK YOU, ATOBE!"

"MIZUKI WEARS PURPLE!"

"ORE-SAMA – what?"

"Who said Mizuki wears purple?"

"Zzzzz…"

"It's just Jiroh sleep talking…" noted aloud Oshitari as he pushed his glasses upwards.

"Oh…"

"DINING HALL!"

"CAFETERIA"

"WE JUST EAT LUNCH HERE, OK?!"

"DINING HALL SOUNDS BETTER!"

"THAT WORD IS TOO LONG!"

"CAFETERIA HAS MORE SYLLABLES THAN DINING HALL!"

"HA! SEE?"

"SHUT UP, ATOBE!"

"Gekokujyu."

"ORE-SAMA WINS THIS ONE, wait…since when does Shishido say 'Gekokujyu'?"

"I never say 'Gekokujyu', Atobe. Hiyoshi does."

"Since when was Hiyoshi here? He never appeared for lunch."

"Hiyoshi doesn't matter much, anyway."

"…Gekokujyu…"

"Ah!" cried all the regulars at the same time as they turned to look at the forgotten second year, standing at the doorway. "Hiyoshi!"

"Sakaki-sensei wants to see us… Gekokujyu…"

"Er…right…" And all the regulars left the cafete – er, Dining Hall to see their coach, with Kabaji dragging dear Jiroh up the stairs.

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