A/N: I have set up an uploading schedule! (^_^)
I will try my best to post something on a bi-weekly basis on Friday (starting with this Friday, obviously), and will try my best to keep it that way unless I end up doing the thing I usually do and overwriting, in which case I might change over to weekly… Guess we'll see!
Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy this randomness that my wonderful (and very convincing) friend encouraged me to post.
Kagetora surveyed the bus for a moment, locking eyes with the blonde duo as he did a power march towards them. Whipping out his cell phone in a practiced gesture, the man unlocked the screen and thrust the phone towards the foreigner with a concerned expression.
"Care to explain this?" he asked sternly, eyes locked onto the rather confused teen. After giving it a brief look, Yakov's eyes widened a little as he glanced back over at the older man.
"How did you get my medical records?" the blonde asked, brows furrowing rapidly. "Those were meant to be private."
"I asked to see them as you do technically list as one of my clients." Kagetora expanded the screen on a particular section. "Now explain – why do you have so many fractures? I am not much of a forensic or a trauma pathologist, but I have seen enough clients in my time to know what type of activity these came from."
Yakov sighed, squinting a little as he continued looking down at the medical records with a growing look of concern. After making a few more grimaces and expanding some images, he handed the phone back to the older man with a shrug.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you the details." He paused, glancing at Kuroko. "But to answer both of your question, I have an extensive history in combat sports." The stares from the rest of the team was becoming unbearable, the blonde shifting uncomfortably under the multitude of gazes. Just as he was about to speak up once more, a voice form behind him made him stutter back into a stop, turning his head to look at the Englishwoman who was looking up rather defiantly to the older man.
"And how is that a problem?"
"It is not; I simply wish to know why a 19 year-old has injuries that could make a car crash victim look peachy by comparison.
"And is that any of your business?" the challenge in the tone was incredibly apparent, forcing a little sigh out of Kagetora.
"It's not normal, he shouldn't be out of a hospital bed, let alone walking about and participating in sports." He turned back to the taller of the two blondes, who was now pulling his shirt back over his torso. "Are you not in any pain?"
"I am used to it." the foreigner shrugged. "And I must admit I am very far from pleased that you decided to poke around in my private life."
"This isn't your private life anymore – if you were to hurt yourself while on the job-" he was interrupted by an icy glare.
"Then that would be my concern and my concern alone. Sir." the blonde ground out. "I am sick and tired of people treating me like I am made of glass."
"Because you practically are!" just as the discussion was about to progress any further, Riko walked up to the arguing group, clutching her clipboard to her chest. Giving her father a stern glare, she looked down at the screen for a moment, trying her best to hide a grimace with mixed results.
"It's alright dad." She spoke up. "We'll take care of him, so don't worry about it and let the guy breathe already." She pointed at the front of the bus. "And if you don't mind, we do have training to get to!"
The man sighed, making his way down the steps of the bus with some of the team in tow. The blonde heaved a sigh, folding back into his seat for a moment before looking over to Maxwell, who was also still a little on edge.
"I am SO grateful for yandere mode." He chuckled, regaining his composure. "Let's get this shit-show on the road before any more of my secrets are uncovered."
"I think where I know you from now." Kuroko spoke up, promptly getting his mouth covered by a delicate hand. Maxwell shook her head, mouthing a 'not now' before walking out the bus. Sighing, the blue-haired teen made his way down behind her, sharing a glance with Kagami, who seemed to have some questions of his own.
"Man, this guy is weird… where do you think you know him from?" the shorter of the two picked up his bag, not looking at the redhead as he replied.
"One of my teammates from Teiko was obsessed with watching martial arts bouts." He did a poor imitation of a boxing stance, throwing a few punches in the air. "I think I saw him in them, then again I am not sure."
"Huh… so he is some big-shot fighter?" the redhead shuddered at the semi-recent memory of the icy tendrils creeping up his back. "Explains that aura when I grabbed him…"
"I think you might have just pissed him off by making him aware that his clothes don't fit properly." Kuroko shrugged, hoisting his bag over his shoulder. "He seems a little sensitive about that."
"I almost got killed over an ill-fitting hoodie…" Kagami muttered, trailing behind his friend towards the rest of the group.
Small rooms lining a hallway, leading down to the downstairs lobby which emptied into the parking lot. According to the front desk, only a few were available, meaning some of them would have to bunk together to all fit. The team dragged themselves into the hallway, picking lots as to who would share rooms – whining at some of the picks.
"I don't wanna go with Teppei! He snores like a freight train!" Hyuuga muttered, flashing a glare at the innocently smiling brunette.
"Tough tits, I am not switching with you." Yakov clutched his paper. "I got the one least likely to be a pain in my rectum... right?" He glanced over at Kagami, who shivered a little, nodding a couple times.
"You seriously need to calm down…" Maxwell sighed, looking over at the petite brunette. "Seems like we're going to be sticking together, huh?" the coach nodded, smiling warmly.
"I do apologize if I keep you up until late at night, I tend to get a little carried away with the analytical side of things sometimes." She chuckled a little. "a coach's work is never done."
"No worries sweetheart, I don't sleep much anyways." The Englishwoman replied with a confident smile, going over to one of the rooms and pulling the door open. "We get dibs on this one!"
"Knock yourself out, just let me know when I can come over." Yakov waved his hand, walking over to a room adjacent to it and swinging the door open. "Pick your bed, grumpy – I don't really care."
"You have got to stop calling me that." Kagami muttered, shuffling in behind him.
"When you show me another attitude, I just might." The door closed behind the duo, leaving the two females to their own devices.
Maxwell dropped onto a bed, spreading her arms out for a moment before glancing over to the brunette who was unpacking her suitcase. Turning onto her side, she watched the younger girl set down a stack of notebooks, sighing at the imposing amalgamation of paper before sitting onto her own bed.
"Not looking forward to the writing?" the blonde shuffled on her bed, adjusting her top.
"I don't specifically mind, it's just… a lot sometimes." She groaned, stretching before getting up once more. "Not being blessed with a perfect memory means I have to write most of these routines down."
"I can relate to that, unlike some people…" she muttered, crossing her arms under her impressive bust, promptly removing her hands as the brunette scowled a little, albeit unintentionally. "Anyways, what is our plan for the afternoon?"
"We need to get the boys acquainted with the beach – we agreed to use a specific style of training involving the sand." She pointed at her feet. "I have seen a few issues with stability in the past few games."
"Huh... and assuming they're alive by the end of it?" an almost mischievous grin appeared on Riko's face as she patted one of the notebooks with a pen.
"Yakov will finish them off." She continued grinning. "I knew that Russians had a very intense training regime, but this is almost concerning…"
"I can ask him to go easy on them, for all the good that will do." The blonde offered, standing up and walking to the door, stopping when a knock resonated from it. "huh."
"Come in." Riko called out, grabbing one of the notebooks as the foreigner made his way inside, dropping onto Maxwell's bed unceremoniously with a groan before sitting up with his elbows on his knees.
"Alright, let's get to the fun stuff – what am I NOT allowed to do with them?" he asked, a grin pulling at the right corner of his mouth, creating a lopsided grimace.
"I don't want them overdoing it on the first day… but other than something extreme like what you suggested the first time around, anything goes." Riko replied, a similar grin on her features. "Just remember – my condition is that some good has to come from their suffering, so as long as it's functional… it's good with me."
"Say less, analyst." The blonde got up, cracking his shoulder into place with a groan before turning around to the sound of snickering. "What?"
"I have missed watching you this excited, it's almost like this is some kind of foreplay for you guys." Maxwell chuckled, sticking out her tongue at the scowling blonde while the petite brunette blushed violently and started shaking her head 'no'.
"Oh for fuck's sake, Maxwell… always with the jailbait implications." He sighed, heading for the door. "Anyhow, we're leaving in 10 minutes, sound decent?"
"S-sure." Riko flashed a thumbs up as the blonde left, leaving the two females in a moment of silence. Before either could muster up a sentence the blonde's booming voice echoed from the hallway.
"ATTENTION VEGETABLES!" Riko's eyes widened as the blonde continued yelling. "WHEELS COME UP IN 10 MINUTES, EITHER YOU'RE READY TO GO WITH A PAIR OR SWIMSHORTS OR YOU'LL BE DOING EXTRA LAPS AS PUNISHMENT."
"If he thinks that will make those bums move faster he's-" Riko was interrupted by the erratic sounds coming from the surrounding rooms, shortly followed by the slamming of doors as boys spilled out into the corridor.
"He may not be the most tactful of people, but if there is something he knows – it's orders." Maxwell snickered, getting off the bed and grabbing a small backpack off her nightstand. "Come on, then. Looks like the whole '10 minute' concept is out the window."
"…You're actually trying to kill us." Kagami wheezed from the ground as he spat up some sand. The brunette just smiled innocently, jotting something down on her clipboard while Maxwell observed with rather impartial interest.
Shirts were removed ages ago for ease of movement, leaving the group to play basketball on the sand. Getting the hang of the new passing mechanic was a little tough for most, with dribbling completely out of the picture, which left a lot of falls and topples to grace her sight. Kagami was an especially present object in her focus line – rippling musculature shifting as he repeatedly propelled his body into the air, only to fall flat on his face a few moments later.
Maxwell couldn't help but stifle a smile as she watched the redhead glare at the coach, getting up off the floor for what felt like the hundredth time and dusting off his sand-encrusted chest, which was beginning to turn pink from all the repeated falling.
Lovable idiot, that one… she mused, eyes casually roaming his mid-section for a moment before gliding up to a set of sculpted shoulders and upper back. VERY lovable… Jesus, what is wrong with me?
"Take a picture, it will last longer." Yakov ran past the blonde, sweating profusely as he grabbed the ball, tossing it up towards the basket. Taking a rather weird trajectory, the ball bounced off the backboard, barely making it into the hoop after a couple rolls. "Man, my cardio is in piss poor condition…"
"Aw… is someone jealous?" the blonde replied, faking a pout.
"Damn fucking right I am – I am not meant to look like some 16-year-old kid!" the blonde shot back, gesturing down at his body. "This is a fucking disgrace!"
"Back on your bullshit already, I see…" the Englishwoman sighed, running a hand through her hair. "You look fine! Now get back to the game before they score again!" the blonde sprinted off, breathing heavily. "Such a moron sometimes…"
"Most boys are, especially at this age." Riko replied absent-mindedly, scribbling something else down on her clipboard. "Alright boys! 5-minute break!" her eyes shot up when the northerner promptly collapsed on the sand, gulping air like a fish out of water. "…Is he alright?"
"Nope… absolutely not." Maxwell sighed. "He is tearing his body to bits, as per usual… but I doubt he would stop even if you threatened him with violence."
"Huh? You mean you can threaten him with violence?" the brunette snickered at the questioning face on the blonde, who was shaking her head from side to side pensively.
"Maybe it'd turn him on, actually." Her face blew up in several shades of red.
"I didn't need to know that!" she replied, forcing herself to look down at her clipboard. Meanwhile back on the improvised court, Kagami was crouching next to the prone blonde. After a few cursory pokes and receiving no reply, he pushed him a little harder, earning himself a quiet growl from the foreigner.
"What was that?" he asked, failing to hide his amusement at the disheveled state of the normally unfazed blonde.
"Touch me again and I will fucking kill you." Yakov choked out, turning onto his stomach and forcing himself up, swaying on his feet. "I can keep going." the redhead extended his hand towards the blonde in an attempt to help him up.
"Maybe you should rest for a little bit, you look-" Kagami was once again interrupted by a glare. This one was different from the usual – a side-eye that resembled that of a cornered animal as the blonde stumbled to his feet, eyes wider than usual.
"…A fucking kid is looking down on me, oh what a day this is." The hand was promptly slapped away, leaving a shocked silence on the court. "If you think this is all it will take to get me to quit, then you're out of your fucking head."
"Hey, man-" his words were silenced by the blonde turning away from him, swaying lightly for a moment before regaining his composure.
"Shut up and keep going, we don't stop until it's over, and not a moment sooner." With that the blonde began walking over to his belongings, pulling out a bottle of water and taking a single, deep gulp before emptying the rest on his head.
"Fucking hate the heat…" he muttered, running his hands through his wet hair.
"Doesn't mean you have to be that rude." Hyuuga walked up beside him, arms crossed as he eyed the older boy. "You need to apologize."
"I'm going to say this once, and only once." The foreigner stood up to full height, eyes locked on the team captain, mirroring his pose. "I don't do apologies on demand." He uncrossed his arms, cracking his neck in a practiced gesture. "If I don't apologize, it's because I don't see a need to."
"Well I see a need to, and as captain of this team, I won't accept a person who is not able to play by the rules." The black-haired teen stood in front of the blonde once more, looking him in the eyes as he continued speaking. "Basketball is a team sport, and our team is like a family."
Heaving a sigh, Yakov walked around the captain with a string of muttered curses echoing in his wake as he headed for the rest of the team, feet still dragging through the sand as he tried to control his swaying.
"You are much bitchier than usual." Her dry tone practically sent his head into a fit.
"Maxwell, save me the-"
"The lecture? So you know you're being an asshole, but you don't want to deal with the consequences of being an asshole?" she demanded, raising an eyebrow. "You can be as pissed as you like at yourself, but there is no need to take it out on other people." A pause enveloped the duo as the taller of the two blondes said something in another language, looking back at the team who was now slowly trickling back onto the court.
"When did I become this weak?" he asked, looking over at the rest of the boys. "This is humiliating…"
"You need to get your shit together." Maxwell smacked him on the back of his head. "You're comparing yourself to people who play a sport you have never even touched before and are in perfectly good health – be happy you're keeping up."
"We both know where this argument is going to go, so I will save us the frustration and end it here." Yakov's brows furrowed as he began walking back to the court. "If I don't get back to my prime, none of this has any meaning."
"Incorrigible…"
"Right boys, good job today!" Riko chirped happily as she watched the team sprawl out onto the floor of the lodgings, moving around with the lethargy of a sun-starved reptile. "Same time tomorrow! Rest up until then." she glanced around, trying to find a blonde among the group. Eventually giving up, she turned to Maxwell, who was busy typing something on her phone with a sour expression.
"Hey, could you give Yakov a text saying I needed to discuss some plans with him?" the blonde gave a dry laugh in response.
"If that moody little shit would read any of my texts in the first place, then sure." A beep of her phone instantly perked her expression up. "Oh, nevermind."
*Maxwell's phone*
Gaming Husband: what are you blowing up my phone for?
You: if you read my texts I wouldn't have to.
Gaming Husband: oh give me a break. What is it?
You: don't be gone for too long, the pretty girl wants your help with some planning.
Gaming Husband: can you stop with the weird innuendos? She is pretty, but I am not trying to go to jail (-_-)
You: Nope XP Now get your butt over here before I lose my patience. You have pissed me off more than usual today.
Gaming Husband: If it's do with training you can take my bed for the night – we'll be a while and I doubt you want us droning on over your head.
Gaming Husband: And tell the grumpy redhead that I will lynch him if he tries anything funny.
You:…..YOU ARE FORGIVEN.
Gaming Husband: …okay then XD
The blonde set her phone down, flashing Riko a thumbs up before waltzing towards the Foreigner's room, whistling an energetic tune on her way. The petite coach watched her walk away, raising an eyebrow for a moment before heading to her own room, scratching the back of her head as a thought distracted her from the weird sight.
Well, let's hope the other blonde doesn't take too long…
She had barely had time to set all of her notes down onto the desk when a knock resonated from the door, forcing a quiet 'come in' out of her as a very sweaty and out of breath blonde walked in, dropping onto the floor for a moment before standing back up with a suppressed groan.
"Forgive the intrusion." The blonde gave the room a cursory glance before getting back onto the floor into a plank position. "I was told not to make you wait too long, so if you don't mind I will finish my workout while we plan."
"Uh, sure…" Riko looked back to her notebook, running her eyes through a checklist before shaking her head and looking back at the slightly shaking blonde. "Aren't you overdoing it a bit?"
"That doesn't sound like a question related to planning workouts." The blonde lifted an eyebrow, expression shaking as much as the rest of his body. "But if you must – no, I know I can handle this much because I have done so before."