Happy Birthday To: YUKIMURA SEIICHI, MARCH FIFTH!! (Haha, I'm enthusiastic!)

Word Count: 1514

Rating: K

Genre: Friendship, possibly implied romance if you squint.

Warnings: Not currently beta'd. If you squint, there's a bit of multiple pairings. But only if you squint. BETA'D.

Notes: I planned it as Uke Pair. It didn't quite turn out that way. Oh well. I'm satisfied, at any rate. For last years EXTREMELY cracky fic, check out "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCHOU! For lack of a better title". Anyway, no ending A/N, so please review! Remember, concrit is loved! Next up: Arai Masashi (yes, you read that right! And no, it won't be a hate fic.) When?: March 29th. (Long gap, I know.)

Dedication: Jamie (from my school, her birthday was yesterday), PurificationArrow (her birthday was yesterday), and Sandileina (her birthday was today! Though I doubt she'll ever read this...)

"Happy birthday, Yukimura-kun," the two girls said in unison. Yukimura Seiichi smiled and accepted their gifts while they ran off down the hall, blushing and whispering.

Today was his birthday, and, while he had known he was popular, he hadn't know he was this popular. Nearly every female student had given him something, as had much of the male population, and his already kind teachers had been even nicer. Not to mention, he knew there were gifts coming from his teammates later.

Smiling, he stuffed this package under his arm and started his way to practice. He was heading a bit early because he had a free period at the end of today, but he needed the extra time with all of the stuff he had received. Even before class had started, he had had to ask Sanada and Yanagi if he could store some of the things in their shoe lockers, because there wasn't nearly enough room in his.

He arrived in the club house half an hour later, laden with as many packages as he could carry. Dumping them in a large pile on the floor, he thought of opening them and disposing of what he really didn't want, but quickly shook that thought away. That was rude, and while he was no gentleman, he was certainly not about to do something like that.

Thankfully, before he had time to contemplate the idea again, the team started to file in. There was no practice that day; the tennis season had ended long ago in the summer, and school was out soon. In fact third years only had a few days left on the team. But Yukimura had been tipped of by Yanagi that if he didn't want all of his insane teammates and friends to show up at his house, he would show up in the club room at what would have been the normal time. And that tip was correct.

A few minutes after his arrival, a smiling Yanagi walked in, a mountain of boxes in hand. He dropped the majority of them in the pile from the fans, for they had been the ones he had been keeping this morning, before handing Yukimura a relatively small box. Yukimura carefully pulled back the paper to reveal two things; the first was a roll of his favorite grip tape and the second was a small silver circle with '5.17' on it. As he looked at the second item, a small sad smile spread over his face. May seventeenth. Three years ago, that was the day he had met Renji. And Yukimura knew that, because of his grandfathers death, there was a good chance that Renji and his family would be moving over break.

He looked up at the boy, who had his eyes closed. "Are you…?"

Yanagi shrugged. "It hasn't been finalized yet, but every day Okaa-san is coming up with more reasons why we should leave and…" he trailed off here. "Just in case." Yukimura nodded, and Yanagi stood. "I've got to get home. I'm sorry I can't help you take some of those home." He gestured toward the large pile. "See you. And Happy Birthday, Seiichi," he said before leaving the clubhouse.

As he was leaving, Marui and Jackal were entering.

"Oi, Mura, here!" Marui help up three or four boxes. "Some girls told me to give these to you. What should I do with them?" Yukimura nodded towards the fan pile and Marui tossed them over before handing Yukimura a box of his own.

Opening up the box, Yukimura smiled. Inside was a homemade cake, complete with some strawberries that looked very ripe, especially for this time of year. He closed the box up and carefully set it aside so as not to squish it.

"Thanks Bunta. That was very thoughtful." Marui gave a shrug, and Jackal handed him another box. He opened it, and inside were a couple of poetry books; Jackal was one of the few people on the team who realized there was more to life than tennis. "Thanks a lot," he said smiling, and received one back from the Brazilian.

"Happy birthday, Mura," Bunta said. Suddenly, he looked kind of nervous. "We've uh…got to go… I hope you don't-"

"Not at all." The captain smiled. Marui gave a quick nod and Jackal another quick smile, before they to headed out of the door, while Sanada came in.

The stern fukubuchou was actually wearing the smallest smile, despite the fact that he was laden with packages as well. He dropped all of the fan packages in the ever-growing pile on the floor before handing Yukimura an envelope. The outside had "Seiichi" written on it in beautiful calligraphy, and after sliding his finger under the envelope, Yukimura revealed a beautiful hand-made card that was covered in the same neat writing. It read 'Happy Birthday', and then a recollection of all that had happened over their two and a half years as friends; something amazing, because Yukimura knew that Sanada had always struggled with words. Yukimura was about to tell Sanada how much the card meant to him when the remaining regulars made their way noisily in. Or, rather, Yagyuu held the door for Niou who was struggling in and simultaneously convincing Akaya in.

Sanada picked that moment to leave, though Yukimura was able to shoot him a glance that showed how much he appreciated the gift. Then, a couple of things were thrown on him, and the brief moment was ruined.

"Oh?" Yukimura looked at the two large packages that had been thrown on him. One was long and skinny, the other small and heavy. Opening up the first one, Yukimura was amused to find that it had to be from Yagyuu; who else would get him a set of golf clubs? None the less, he appreciated the thought, and started to open the heavier package. After removing the paper, he was more than slightly shocked. Inside was a digital camera. He raised an eyebrow at Niou who attempted to look innocent, but failed miserably.

"What?" Niou said after a few moments of being given the look. "I had some extra cash, and Hiroshi and the brattling pitched in, all right?" Despite the nod that Yagyuu gave, Yukimura still had his doubts, but set the package aside without further question.

Now, he turned to their junior. Despite his normally outgoing personality, Akaya was visibly nervous. This struck Yukimura as strange, because there was nothing for him to fear, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Suddenly, the boy started stuttering.

"I… um… I mean…" Akaya started, though he couldn't seem to find the words. Yukimura also noticed that the younger boy seemed to be getting closer to the door. However, Niou moved in to place, blocking the exit.

"Oh, no you don't. You're giving it to him, or my gift was a complete waste," Niou said to Akaya. "Hiroshi and I will even leave you alone." And with that, the doubles pair left, a definite click coming from the door as it closed.

There was silence. Then more silence. Then suddenly:

"H-here." Akaya handed Yukimura a small rectangular package, and the blue-haired captain began to remove the paper. His unwrapping revealed two things, the first being an envelope. Opening it up, he found a hand-made card, and while it was nowhere near as neat as Sanada's had been, it was amazing in its own way. Its own way that involved crayon drawing, scribbled messages of Happy Birthday, and a barely visible heart where the younger boy had signed it.

The second item was a picture frame that looked hand-made, and Yukimura couldn't stop a smile from spreading onto his face. It was a splotchy blue color, and the wood it was made out of wasn't smooth, but it held its own beauty just as the card had. Inside of the frame was a picture of the team when they had been out laser tagging last year.

"I'm uh… sorry it's not uh… p-perfect or anything I mean…" Akaya broke the silence and then trailed off. "I made it in shop," he said abruptly and looked at his feet, obviously nervous. Yukimura smiled.

"I love it."

"R-really?" The tone in his voice conveyed quite a bit of shock.

"Of course," he answered. "Why wouldn't I?"

Akaya shrugged. "I don't – it's just… well, it didn't turn out like I wanted it to and…"

"Akaya, as long as it's from you, I love it." With this statement, Akaya looked up, relief and excitement visible on his face.

"Really?"

"Of course. It's perfect," he said. "Now," he pulled the keys out of his pocket. "Let's get out of here." He gathered up the presents from the regulars, leaving the rest of them in the clubroom, while Akaya got the door.