White Sheep, Brown Sheep (Have you any wool?)

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. I just play with the characters.


Tap, tap, tap. "Delivery."

With the caution of habit and surviving more than one mail-order bombing, Yagyuu opened the door a crack. There was an imperceptible pause, and then he swung the door open the rest of the way.

The mailman's head was dipped down over a nondescript package, the plastic blue of a pen bright against cardboard. He waited for the bundle to be handed to him, except suddenly he found himself staring into laughing blue eyes. "Hello, Yagyuu," and in an instant, he found himself being pulled down for a kiss.

Spiked, white hair was the first thing he noticed when they broke. This close up, he could see a mole beneath the lip as well. So this was Niou then, who had talked with Yukimura. Niou watched him, and he watched back, considering, before his mouth twitched into a smile. In near-perfect mimicry, he returned, "Hello, Yagyuu," and closed the gap between them once more for a gentler kiss. When they broke apart, Niou began laughing, and with a tilt of his head, he invited Niou in.

"It'll be a normal run against Seishun's Golden Pair."

Yagyuu snorted. 'Normal run' indeed. As if anything involving Seishun could ever constitute as normal. "Nonetheless, they have an almost spotless track record. It wouldn't do well to underestimate them. More tea?"

"Yeah, sure, thanks." Niou slouched further in his seat, thinking. "Oishi is the one we have to watch for. I can handle Eiji, probably,
and you could snipe out Oishi in the meanwhile. It's just boring."

Yagyuu merely shrugged. "You did say it would be a normal run."

"Mm." To anyone that knew how to look, there was an almost predatory gleam in Niou's eyes. "Hey, Yagyuu."

"Yes?"

"How fast do you think you could learn to handle my fans?"