30 Kisses fic #4 - In the Bag
By Nori
Pairing: Niou/Kirihara + Marui
Rating: PG
Theme: #2 - news; letter, #7 - superstar, #12 - in a good mood
Disclaimer: If I owned them, they would so be doing this in the series.
Notes: Written for the 30kisses challenge. Uhh.. spoilerish for Rikkai and Senbatsu camp arcs? Also, boring, pointless, stupid, and horribly ooc :D

"I got in, I'm on the team!"

This was the excited shout Marui Bunta's (and whoever may have been around) eardrums were currently bleeding to. How on earth Kirihara could manage to be thatloud over a cellphone held as far away from Bunta's body as he possibly could was anyone's guess, but he figured it was one of those things that he'd never understand about the second year; along with how it was that Akaya managed to outeat him when it came to yakiniku.

"It was in the bag, Kirihara. Rikkai students always make Senbatsu." And no, that wasn't a slightly bitter tone to his voice (why hadn't he been sent to camp along with them? He was, after all, Rikkai's self-proclaimed genius and even more, he'd won his match in the Kantou finals, unlike his esteemed kouhai and fukubuchou; whom as Niou had so colourfully put it 'got assraped by a girlyboy and a midget').

"I know, but still! It's so cool though!"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, so will ya stop yelling in my ear?"

The only thing Kirihara could hear after that was some scuffling and a muffled screech of annoyance before another familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Hey, kid Congrats, you're a superstar. Guess we'll all have to kiss your high and mighty feet when you get back from camp then, huh?" Niou grinned, one arm held out to hold a hissing and spitting blowpop at bay as he skillfully dodged punches and slaps Marui sent his way.

Akaya paused for a moment. "Niou-senpai?" Wasn't he just talking to... oh. Right. "You don't have to but you can if you want. Considering I'm better than you and all."

"Whatever you say, Kirihara. Give em hell out there." He'd just let the younger boy believe he actually had a chance. A few more minutes of idle chat before Niou finally piped, "When you guys comin' back?"

"Umm... Day after tomorrow. Still have some things to sort out for the tournament." Akaya replied, flopping down on the bed he'd been occupying for the last week while in training camp. "But it was fun, sorta, except for when Tachibana-san's sister tried to bitchslap me and I ended up down a flight of stairs, and when the stupid Fudoumine redhead knocked me on my ass and tried to get all murder death kill on me, the bitch."

Niou laughed, the sound vibrating deep in his chest while he tried to catch his breath again. "People really do hate you, don't they."

"Ain't my fault they're jealous of my skills."

Cocky, much? Niou didn't expect anything less from the younger teen. "Right, and I suppose the fact you put their brother and captain in the hospital has absolutely no effect on them."

"I don't see why it should? He shoulda gotten outta the way of my shots."

"You're hopeless. One of these days you'll figure it-- HEY!" Niou yelped. And... success! Marui'd finally managed to wrestle his phone back from Niou, a dark glare cast on the boy he currently straddled.

"Hey, sorry to break up the love fest but you two are gonna kill my phone bill and I have to go home. Say goodbye."

"Byeeee snuggleluvikins! We're waiting for you" Niou snickered when Marui finally got the hell off of him and he could go back to gathering his things to leave.

Kirihara hung up his phone and tossed it on the nightstand, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

AHHH this was so cool! He hadn't exactly had any doubts that he'd be selected, but having cold hard proof of it was even better.

Best news ever.