A/N: This is my fastest update. EVER.
Of course it wasn't of my own will. People blackmailed, bullied, and pressured me to do this. ]
Anyway, I'm not going to change the title, after all. After getting a good night's sleep, I found out that it suits the story, anyway. So, yea. :)
And thanks to RandomnessPrevails, with x-es, I forgot how she put up those, for being the first (and only? Haven't checked. :D) reviewer. Wahoo! :DD
Not the Preffered Type
Chapter 1
"Oi, Bakaya," Niou started slowly, oceanic blue eyes still locked to the girl's brown ones. Said boy looked up at him, blinking in curiosity. "I thought I told you to stay away from strangers," the trickster chided gently, a small smile appearing in his lips.
But that mere smile made Kirihara shudder uncontrollably as he realized that Niou was mimicking the captain, himself. He squeaked. "S—Sorry, Mura-buchou!"
"Um," they both looked at the outsider, who was now staring at her shoes. She was quite offended with being called a stranger, actually. "A-Ano—san… I—I think you're misunderstanding things," she stammered in a flawed Japanese. After all, it wasn't her first language.
"Ah. Yes, yes! Camille-neechan's right, senpai. You're misunderstanding things. She isn't a stranger," Kirihara beamed. "In fact, it was so good of her to come and help me out when a certain senpai ditched me," the boy finished accusingly, though he was still grinning, apparently taking no grudge at all.
"Yeah, whatever, brat," Niou huffed, rolling his eyes. He had reverted back to his original self. His hand moved to grasp the back of Kirihara's collar. "We're going. Say goodbye to your, ah, friend."
"Ah, yeah." The Junior ace blinked blankly. "So, neechan. I think we'll see each other 'round. We still have a week before going back, anyway. And I'm sure—" he choked on air, feeling himself getting dragged away. "N-Niou-senpai!"
The trickster found himself looking back at the girl as he dragged his kouhai away.
Camille couldn't do anything but to watch as her newfound friend get heaved away by his spiky-haired upperclassman. She was confused. Does the older boy have something against her?
She turned around, planning to leave the building. "Niou."
O_O
"Mura-buchou!" Kirihara ecstatically waved at the blue-haired captain as he bounced toward him. "I met an interesting person today!" he related, a likely thing a child would do to his mother after a day.
But before he could latch himself onto his dear captain, the ever-so-loyal vice captain blocked him, arms crossed and with an infuriated look in his face. Sanada raised his hand in preparation for a bitch-slap.
"You have the nerve, Sanada," Yukimura's soft voice immediately froze that hand. To step in front of me, he finished silently. Sanada stepped aside, an eyebrow twitching slightly. The captain smiled at the second year. "Really now, Akaya?"
"Hai!" Kirihara began sharing his moment with the girl to Yukimura. "…and Camille-neechan even treated me, um, what do they call that…" his eyebrow furrowed in deep thought. "…hotdog sandwich. It was like a large wiener, buchou!"
Marui snickered beside Niou. "I'd bet she's his type." He chewed noisily before popping his gum, staring at the captain-member exchange few feet away from them.
Niou laughed along with him. "Do too. He was glued to her even though they've just met."
"Kamiru?" Yukimura blinked.
The second year blinked as well. "No, it's Kamiiilll. She taught me that!" He proclaimed rather proudly. Yukimura chuckled at this.
Niou snorted. Marui laughed, at the same time keeping himself from choking on his gum.
"Fine, Camille it is," Yukimura laughed softly. "I'm rather surprised that you've got yourself a friend already even though we've just arrived."
"It's not that easy, buchou," The younger boy pouted. "I've attracted many people to help me—you know how people find me handsome, by the way—but they speak different language in here! Either they got scared of me, or I get scared of them. Luckily, Camille-neechan can speak slight Japanese. She told me she actually studied it. She's so intelligent, Mura-buchou!"
At the mention of intelligent, however, Niou looked at them, blinking slightly. After all, one of Niou's criteria in searching his preferred girl type was being intelligent.
"Akaya seemed rather happy today. Mind sharing us anything, Niou-kun?" Yanagi went to stand beside the two, craving for information. "You were with him today."
Shrugging off his thoughts as he realized he didn't even know the girl, the trickster averted his gaze from them to look at his teammate. "I was not," he defended himself.
"But you met her," the data man pushed.
"Of course," Niou tested, thinking if Yanagi would fall in his trap.
"Then?" He had. Niou concluded that his close-eyed teammate was vulnerable when he was gathering data.
"I just saw her, since Bakaya was fastened in her side," he smirked mischievously. "She's quite pretty, actually. Obviously the brat's type."
"According to my data, Akaya likes cheerful girls."
"That too."
The trickster ran a hand through his bleach white hair. He gave the wrong information since the girl was still a stranger for him, but it wasn't his fault. Yanagi fell for it. Niou snickered quietly.
"This girl seemed rather interesting, Akaya. We should thank her some other time before leaving," Yukimura pondered over it. "But then though…" he paused, gazing at Kirihara, head tilted slightly in wonder. "I thought I told you to stay away from strangers."
O_O
Being bored was merely an understatement of it.
They were all in the living room of the house they rented—leave it to Yagyuu to rent a whole house when they're just staying a week in the country—lazing around.
Niou and Marui were together on a one-man sofa, with the redhead sitting on the arm of it. They were submerged in their own conversation, apparently discussing pranks, occasionally sparing a glance to Kirihara's back, sniggering to themselves as they did so.
Yagyuu, who was lying on the couch, decided to not meddle with the trickster and his apprentice's business as he just silently read a book. Yanagi was by the gentleman's feet, calculating something and jotting them in his notebook.
Sanada—who actually wanted to take an afternoon nap—was lured by Yukimura to play addition with him on the floor. Jackal was in the bathroom, taking a shower.
Kirihara was sprawled on the small living room table, apparently mistaking it as the usual Japanese coffee table, a hand clutched around his mobile phone, seemingly waiting for a call.
And a phone call he got.
Niou was so startled he actually got up, bumping on Marui's jaw. He cursed.
The vice captain slipped out of concentration as he accidentally bumped his hand to Yukimura's when it was the captain's turn, making him lose the game. "Tarundoru!"
The others just blinked blankly.
The junior ace grinned happily as he pranced out of the house, answering the call. Niou snorted, watching him. "Who would think of calling him when he's out of the country?"
"His dog," the redhead answered somewhat politely, popping his gum before chuckling with Niou.
When Kirihara got back, they stared at him, curious.
"It was Cam-neechan!" the boy chirped. "She asked me if I got home safe. And then she told me that if I've got the time, maybe we should hang out even before going back to Japan," he finished in a breath.
"So it's Cam-neechan now, huh?" Niou snickered. "The brat doesn't really know how to pronounce her name, I'm telling ya."
Marui giggled. He faced Niou, holding the trickster's hand with both of his. "I really don't mind being called like that, even if it sounds like you're calling a dog, Bakaya-kun!" he said in a high-pitched voice, feigning expression.
The trickster grinned. "Of course, of course, Kamiru-chan. I'd do as you say, because I~like~you~" Niou sang.
Yukimura ignored his teammates' antics. "That sounded good. But…" the captain's eyes went sharp. "You gave her your number?"
Sanada wisely inched away from Yukimura. It was actually the best time to forget his teammates' existence.
"Wait," Niou paused, letting go of Marui, who fell on the ground with a loud thump. "You did, Bakaya?"
Kirihara shook his head. "I've got a new SIM card!"
"He's nuts," Marui remarked.
The teal-haired captain nodded. "You want to meet up with her, right?" he smiled as Kirihara nodded eagerly. "I'm giving you permission then."
The second year squealed in delight.
"But…" Yukimura started. "Yanagi will go with you. After all, he knows an awful lot of languages." He turned to the data man, smiling gently. "Akaya will be on your care, ne, Renji?"
Yanagi nodded. "Of course." Inwardly, he was cursing himself for being a genius. As much as he liked gathering data when the others were letting their guards down, he never did want to be Kirihara's babysitter.
"Too bad, brat," The trickster smirked haughtily. "You won't be alone with your date with Ka-mi-ru-neechan."
Kirihara pouted. "It's not a date!"
"Really now."
"If you want to, you can come with us," the second year grunted.
"No way!"
"Nice idea," Yukimura butted in. "You go with them, Niou."
"What?" Niou blinked. "Why?"
But the captain didn't answer. The decision was final.
Later, due to Yukimura's insistence, the trio was kicked out of the house. Kirihara was bouncing excitedly. Niou was sporting his tennis racket, planning to ditch the two sometime within their trip. He looked disgustingly at his kouhai, wondering whether the boy would still bounce if he hit him with the racket. Yanagi was Yanagi.
And then they found themselves on the sidewalk, with the paper glued on Kirihara's back being showcased proudly—Baka Bakaya.
With the Junior ace's constant babbling about the Camille, Niou's attention was caught by the intelligent part. Of course Kirihara might only be exaggerating, as the younger boy always was.
But somehow, Niou found himself looking forward into meeting the girl.
A/N: Obviously, no pairing moment. XD What now? Niou's thinking that Akaya likes Camille? XP
Still haven't researched 'bout Rikkai. Stupid internet connection. :)))
Hope they aren't OOC. :P
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