Hyotei Gakuen Bag Check
Mystery of the pencils
Character: Oshitari Yuushi
Summary: The mystery that is Oshitari Yuushi remains exactly that: mysterious. And there was Tenimyu cast fan boying.
"Why do you use pencils, ahhnn?" Atobe demanded, as he picked the things up from the table. "Why not a gold-plated sign pen encrusted with jewels?"
The resident genius of Hyoutei shrugged casually. "Wouldn't you want to know?"
Atobe stared. "Yes. I would like to know."
"Oh. That's good," Yuushi said, picking up his novel from the table and moving to the other side of the room where the windows were. Good, healthy sunshine for reading.
"That's annoyingly like Oshitari, isn't it?" Shishido said, glancing at the blue-haired boy reading peacefully. "I think he's the only one in Hyotei who uses pencil for the last ten years."
Yuushi frowned from his spot. He wanted to say that pencils were not THAT obsolete. In fact, many still used pencils. He wondered why the other regulars found it so weird that he used one. He knew at least one other person who used pencils too. And that person was about to speak right about no--
"But, Shishido-san, pencils are still very useful. I use them a lot in my sketches," Ootori said, frowning. "They aren't THAT obsolete."
"Pencils are good for sketching, Choutarou," Shishido said impatiently. "But you DON'T use pencils to take down notes and stuff all the time. Oshitari writes all his notes in pencil. That is weird."
"Oshitari-senpai, may I have this extra wipes?" Hiyoshi asked politely, holding a blue lavender-scented glasses wipe.
Yuushi looked up from his book and smiled. "Of course. It's good to have another set of megane in the team."
Hiyoshi nodded, stuffing the wipe in his bag. No. He didn't have his glasses on. Hiyoshi would rather stumble blindly around than wear his glasses in public again. He then pulled out his disposable camera.
"Osshi's AWESOME," Jirou exclaimed, poking the other things from Yuushi's bag when Atobe poured it out on the table. "Oh, hey, he's got Hero Vision! And Cool Up! Aah! A picture of Takuya-kun's on the cover! SUGEE!"
Jirou grabbed the magazine and went off to join Yuushi by the windows to fan boy over Takuya.
"He's got the fan-boying thing perfected," Shishido commented, staring at Jirou. "First that bubble gum freak from Rikkai, and that creepy, smiling whatshisface guy from Seigaku. Now he's off squealing to some dancer."
"Jirou-senpai really likes them, doesn't he?" Ootori smiled. "I think it's good that he can express himself so freely."
Shishido glared at his (favourite) kohai. "What? Choutarou, are you saying I should go and fan boy over Kamakari Kenta now?"
"I... That's not what I meant, Shishido-san." Ootori looked sad. Then he blinked. "You're a Ken-ken fan, Shishido-san?"
Shishido gaped and blushed madly. "No, I'm not."
"So... A Ken-ken fan, ahhnn, Shishido?" Atobe asked, amused. "Well, he does kind of remind me of you, in a more pleasant way. Then you like Date Kouji as well, then, ahhnn?"
"What the hell do you mean, Atobe?" Shishido scowled. "And what do you care if I'm a Ken-ken fan?! He's a good actor! And Date as well. He's a great singer, like Nagabuchi!"
"Not as good as Kato Kazuki," Hiyoshi muttered from his corner, holding his camera up and taking random pictures of the room. "He's got a very good voice and kick ass songs. And he doesn't cry over performances."
Atobe turned to his 'heir', smirking. "Ah, I see Hiyoshi has wonderful taste. Indeed, Kato Kazuki is the best. Well... not as best as ore-sama, but near enough. Na, Kabaji?"
"Usu," the large junior replied. Then, sheepishly, he added, "Washimi Ryou is good too, isn't he?" SNAP.
"Oh, I love Washi-kun's smiles! It makes me feel happy," Ootori said, smiling. "And Kawai Ryunosuke's as well. They both have great smiles."
"True, true," Atobe said thoughtfully. "But no one can ever smile as beautifully as ore-sama. Ore-sama's smile shines like the sun."
"You never smile, Atobe," Shishido corrected grouchily. "You smirk."
Atobe glared at Shishido but then he realized it wasn't an insult at all. He smirked, and posed, "Oh. Yes That's true. No one can smirk as gloriously as ore-sama." SNAP.
Suddenly, the door banged open and a whirlwind of red, blue and white hurtled into the room screaming "OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! ZOMG! ZOMFG! ZFMADFAODJG!"
Atobe twitched and snapped his fingers. "Kabaji."
"Usu." And so Kabaji went and slapped Mukahi Gakuto into sanity. SNAP.
Mukahi, after seeing it was vain to hit Kabaji back unless he wanted all his fingers broken, jumped to his feet waving a slip of paper. "Guess what?! Guess what THIS is!!"
Jirou perked up upon seeing someone as excited as he was. He bounded over, jumping along with Mukahi. "What? What's that?! SUGEE!" SNAP. SNAP.
"JUSTWATCHEDFROGSANDGOTRUITO'SAUTOGRAPH!! ZOMFHTDRFG!" Mukahi screamed before fainting. SNAP. SNAP. SNAP.
"SUGEEE!" Jirou screamed as well. But he didn't faint since he didn't really get what Mukahi said. He just got back fan boying over Takuya by the windows.
"What. The. Hell." Shishido muttered, toeing the limp body of Mukahi still gripping his precious autograph. SNAP.
"Ah, Shishido-san! Please don't kick Mukahi-senpai in this state," Ootori gasped.
"Shishido. You will pay Mukahi's hospital bills if he cannot hold his racket after all that kicking," Atobe said imperiously. "Ore-sama only spends his money on more worthwhile things, like ore-sama's weekly chocolate spa treatment. Right, Kabaji?" SNAP.
"Usu."
"What the HEY! It's not like I actually kicked him!" Shishido protested. "He's already dead! See? Geez, you're all so lame."
"Gekokujou." SNAP.
"Shut it, Wakashi! Take those wipes and wipe that smirk off your face! AND STOP TAKING PICTURES!"
"Shishido, stop kicking Mukahi. I would do it myself (or make Kabaji to do it for me) but we need him for the Nationals to beat Seigaku's acrobat."
"WHOA! TAKUYA-KUN LOVES MAYO! SUGEE!"
Yuushi found out that he couldn't possibly finish his novel (just four more pages. Four more pages until he learned if Rosalia and Greg made it through the horrible fake engagement meant to keep them apart. FOUR.) with the kind of chaos that was his teammates. So he stood up, making his chair clatter loudly on the floor. Everyone stared at him.
"Didn't you want to know why I keep pencils in my bag?" Yuushi questioned, his voice eerily quiet. From his pocket, he produced a crafting cutter. He approached the table and took a pencil.
Not a sound was heard from the rest of the regulars.
"My usual reason is that it helps me concentrate... A genius is easily bored, you understand," Yuushi continued, beginning to carve the pencil until it was all pointy. The point actually glistened in the afternoon sun.
Someone swallowed nervously. But Yuushi was too intent on his task to point out who it was. He held the pointy pencil between his fingers.
"But then, I have another reason..." Yuushi slammed the pencil on the desk, its point piercing the thick surface, making everyone jump. "You really want to know? It's because I really like to--"
"Enough," Atobe commanded, recovering his composure. But he was still eying the pencil warily. "Everyone, meet at the courts in fifteen minutes. Oshitari, wake Mukahi up. Clean up this mess while you're at it. Let's go, Kabaji."
"Usu!" Kabaji replied a little more enthusiastically, wanting to get away from the tensai. He followed the captain who swept out of the room with a strange haste.
The rest more or less scrambled after the captain, leaving Yuushi alone with an unconscious Mukahi.
Yuushi sighed. "What's wrong with them? I just wanted to share that I really like wood carving..." Then, he shrugged, walking back to his place by the windows. "At least I get to finish my novel. Hm, too bad I didn't get to say that Saito Takumi is the greatest."
"Guys, I think Saito Takumi is the greatest. Ne? Ne?"
"What's so great about--oof! Why'd you poke me f--oh... Oh yeah, Saito Takumi's great. And that's a REALLY pointy pencil you got there, Oshitari."
"C-cool, isn't he, Mukahi-senpai? Shishido-san, we really should go watch his latest movie..."
"Yuushi. You're scaring me."
"Do all tensais have to smile so creepily?"
"Usu."
"Oshitari, fifty laps for giving the regulars nightmares involving pointy pencils."
"Ah. You had one too, Atobe?"
"...Start running. Now."
A/N: The Hyotei boys fan boying over their own Tenimyu actors.. I couldn't help it! (-.-;) Katsu n' wa Hyotei!
Oshitari's bag contains the following (from 40.5):
1. Love novel
He reads on the train to and from school and during break time. Recently his favourite is agonising love stories by female writers.
2. Movie magazine
He faithfully checks for new movies in the magazine. On Wednesdays when there is no club activities, he oftens goes to the cinema with someone.
3. Glasses wipe
He has various kinds of wipes for glasses. At the moment he prefers to use a scented kind for relaxing effects.
4. Mobile phone
He uses the slim, folding kind. Although he uses it mostly for calls, he also uses it a lot for mail. There have been occasions when Atobe got angry because he used it during club.
5. Totem-pole pencils
He carves them using a cutter on pencils. He got into it since doing it out of boredom during class. Although he said "it increases my concentration," the real purpose is a mystery.
Credit: yuki-scorpio. livejournal
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