Rant: Will, now that I'm actually awake, I can explain a couple of things
not explained in the last chapter.
First of all, I just randomly decided that Tezuka can play the guitar. I found a picture from a video game about a band, the bassist from that game is just like Tezuka with his no-nonsense attitude. Since Tezuka's the type that seemed to excel at everything, I just decided that he now can play the guitar, hope no one mind. It adds to the end of the story. ^_~
Second of all, Fuji has a very nice voice, just not singing for a female. For most males, it's hard to sing like a female, they can't hit the notes, or they hit the wrong notes. But it's harder for a female voice actress to sing like a male trying to sing a female song, hum, Kenshin's voice actress had to sing in her own voice to make it sound well.
Okay, I'm done.
Chapter two
The pants in the court died down slowly with time as bodies spread on the floor, catching their breath unhurriedly. Practice was hard as usual for everyone else expect for the regulars, though they too started to look a bit flushed from the running and games.
Fuji Syusuke stretched a bit as he walked out of the locker room with his bags over his shoulder, then stopped to wait for his teammates. It became almost like a routine for them to walk home together, though Kaidoh Kaoru and Inui Sadaharu never joined them; Kaidoh most likely doing his extra training, and Inui fixing another drink.
"Momo and Ou-chibi-chan's not joining us today." Kikumaru stepped out, closely followed by Oishi. The acrobatic player shrugged as he hanged on to his bags with both hands behind his head. "They are going to get some hamburgers."
"Then why aren't you going with them?" Kawamura question, pacing into the group with Tezuka by his side; he looked a bit tired from the running, or maybe it takes a lot of energy from him to change his personalities, considering the fact he did so five times today.
Eiji blinked and his mouth dropped. "I'm broke! Takashi~! Last time I went with them, they ordered two burgers and three orders of fries each, not to mention the drinks! It came from my pocket," he pulled out his wallet and opened it, showing the diminished stack of bills. "I'm completely broke! I only have enough to last through week without extra expenses!"
Kawamura backed away, holding both hands before his face in an attempt to defend himself. "Eiji, I was only asking. Really!"
Fuji chuckled and followed Tezuka as he started to step away from Eiji yelling at Kawamura and Oishi trying to calm him down. If Eiji was female, Fuji would say he's going through PMS, though he's not, so most likely his sister used up his toothpaste again.
"Fuji~ Tezuka~~ you guys are supposed to wait!" Kikumaru yelled and broke free from Oishi grasp. He did two front flips and ended up beside the two friends.
Fuji flashed a smile toward his friend. "Ah, was I supposed to? I forgot."
"Hoi hoi." Eiji complained as Oishi patted him on the back and spoke words of reassurance to him, the golden pair always seemed to understand each other as they synchronizes entirely. "That Inui penal tea looked horrible."
"It's very delicious, I highly recommend it. You guys should try new things every now and then." Fuji smiled as Kawamura heightened up his pace.
"Zetai yada~" Oishi cut in as the group turned walked off onto another street.
A light turned red as a couple walked down the walkway, holding each others hands. Eiji whistled lightly as they passed and gave them a lingering look, he then turned to Oishi with a grin.
"Ne, Oishi, when ya think I should get myself a girlfriend?" Kikumaru questioned, pointing to the couple as Kawamura and Oishi blushed.
"Eh?" The vice captain's eyes enlarged a tad. "I. I really don't know Eiji."
"No." Tezuka interrupted. "It'll distract your training."
A red car passed by slowly and paused to a stop before them as the passenger window scrolled down, revealing the woman who sat confidently in the driver's seat. Fuji smiled at his sister who looked up at him. "Syusuke, want a ride home?" She questioned as the door unlocked with a soft click.
"Arigatou, Ne-san." He opened the door with one hand a seated himself beside his sister. Laying his bags on his knees, Fuji buckled the seat belt after closing the door, then waved goodbye to his friends. A sly grin spread his lips as the rest of the team stared, goggling over his older sister, Yumiko. "Ja-matta minna-san, see you in school tomorrow."
With that, the car speeded up and drove toward his home. The silence in the car was deafening, only the occasion purr of the engine disturbed the stillness as Fuji leaned against the window, letting his face cooled by the glass. After what seemed forever, he questioned with a light voice. "Bad day Ne-san?"
"The worst." Yumiko sniffed slightly as she turned into their garage. The breaks were gently hit as the car stopped about a foot before the wall, then the keys were turned and the ignition stopped.
"I see." Fuji smiled toward his sister, opening the door with one hand. "Then I supposed we're going to get a lot cakes for dessert."
"Yes, I believe I will be baking for quite a long time today." She chuckled as the car door closes with a thud, placing her keys in her purse; she opened the door to the laundry room. Taking off her shoes, she placed them neatly beside the others and walked into the room.
Fuji followed closely. His sister wasn't the type to get depressed over anything; in fact, she was always the strong figure in his life. "May I help?"
"Of course Syusuke. I would love it if you do." Yumiko smiled and placed her purse on the couch, stripping herself of her jacket. She washed her hands and took out a large bag of flour, followed by two larger bowls and an egg beater.
Fuji walked up stairs after a lingering look toward his sister. She's going to be all right of course, but it still kind of hurts to see her in pain like that. She hated baking, and so, that was her way of releasing anger and stress when she's depressed. Dropping off his bags on the floor of his room, he rushed down stairs and jumped the last six steps. Picking up an apron hanging to the side of the kitchen, he stood next to his taller sister and poured the flour into an empty bowl.
"What are we making Ne-san?" He questioned as he took the eggs laid out by his sister and started to crack them beside the sink.
The older woman dug through the refrigerator, bending to her knees and pulled out a box of strawberries. She opened the box and handed to her brother, who held on to it with his free hand while the other threw the egg shells in the trash can. "Strawberry shortcake." She answered, dusting off those imaginary dusts from her skirt.
"Ah." Fuji replied absent mindedly.
The phone rung, delivering a tone of music in the house as Fuji placed down the box of Strawberries. "I'll get it." He spoke to his sister who nodded back and rushed to the cordless, rubbing his hands on the apron. Picking up the phone with his cleaner hand. "Moushi moushi, Fuji residence, Fuji Syusuke speaking."
"Ah, Fuji." A familiar voice replied from the other end of the receiver. Tezuka. "Good. There is a problem about Sunday."
"Eh?" Fuji opened his eyes and blinked. Problem?
"We're repainting my house, performance not possible." He explained coolly. "We're moving the thing to your place at two. Sound good?"
"There is no problem. I will meet you here at two."
"Oh, one more thing." There was a pause in the receiver. "Will your sister be there on Sunday?"
"Huh?" Fuji lifted the receiver and leaned against the wall, playing with the string typing the apron with one hand. "Ah, I think so, if she's not too busy."
"Good. Good night." The receiver beeped, announcing the leaving of Tezuka as Fuji replaced the phone. He pulled a hand under his chin as he wondered back into the kitchen. Something was amiss, but he just couldn't get his finger on it.
Tezuka said he was repainting his home, but they just did that two weeks ago if Fuji remembered it correct. Then why would his parents want to paint it again?
"Syusuke." Fuji looked up at his sister's word. "You have egg on your chin." She giggled, covering her mouth with a hand.
Fuji smiled as he pulled out a paper towel to wipe the egg off of his chin. Surely there was nothing wrong, it was his own imagination. But if it was only his imagination, then why did the feel of unease lingered in his chest?
First of all, I just randomly decided that Tezuka can play the guitar. I found a picture from a video game about a band, the bassist from that game is just like Tezuka with his no-nonsense attitude. Since Tezuka's the type that seemed to excel at everything, I just decided that he now can play the guitar, hope no one mind. It adds to the end of the story. ^_~
Second of all, Fuji has a very nice voice, just not singing for a female. For most males, it's hard to sing like a female, they can't hit the notes, or they hit the wrong notes. But it's harder for a female voice actress to sing like a male trying to sing a female song, hum, Kenshin's voice actress had to sing in her own voice to make it sound well.
Okay, I'm done.
Chapter two
The pants in the court died down slowly with time as bodies spread on the floor, catching their breath unhurriedly. Practice was hard as usual for everyone else expect for the regulars, though they too started to look a bit flushed from the running and games.
Fuji Syusuke stretched a bit as he walked out of the locker room with his bags over his shoulder, then stopped to wait for his teammates. It became almost like a routine for them to walk home together, though Kaidoh Kaoru and Inui Sadaharu never joined them; Kaidoh most likely doing his extra training, and Inui fixing another drink.
"Momo and Ou-chibi-chan's not joining us today." Kikumaru stepped out, closely followed by Oishi. The acrobatic player shrugged as he hanged on to his bags with both hands behind his head. "They are going to get some hamburgers."
"Then why aren't you going with them?" Kawamura question, pacing into the group with Tezuka by his side; he looked a bit tired from the running, or maybe it takes a lot of energy from him to change his personalities, considering the fact he did so five times today.
Eiji blinked and his mouth dropped. "I'm broke! Takashi~! Last time I went with them, they ordered two burgers and three orders of fries each, not to mention the drinks! It came from my pocket," he pulled out his wallet and opened it, showing the diminished stack of bills. "I'm completely broke! I only have enough to last through week without extra expenses!"
Kawamura backed away, holding both hands before his face in an attempt to defend himself. "Eiji, I was only asking. Really!"
Fuji chuckled and followed Tezuka as he started to step away from Eiji yelling at Kawamura and Oishi trying to calm him down. If Eiji was female, Fuji would say he's going through PMS, though he's not, so most likely his sister used up his toothpaste again.
"Fuji~ Tezuka~~ you guys are supposed to wait!" Kikumaru yelled and broke free from Oishi grasp. He did two front flips and ended up beside the two friends.
Fuji flashed a smile toward his friend. "Ah, was I supposed to? I forgot."
"Hoi hoi." Eiji complained as Oishi patted him on the back and spoke words of reassurance to him, the golden pair always seemed to understand each other as they synchronizes entirely. "That Inui penal tea looked horrible."
"It's very delicious, I highly recommend it. You guys should try new things every now and then." Fuji smiled as Kawamura heightened up his pace.
"Zetai yada~" Oishi cut in as the group turned walked off onto another street.
A light turned red as a couple walked down the walkway, holding each others hands. Eiji whistled lightly as they passed and gave them a lingering look, he then turned to Oishi with a grin.
"Ne, Oishi, when ya think I should get myself a girlfriend?" Kikumaru questioned, pointing to the couple as Kawamura and Oishi blushed.
"Eh?" The vice captain's eyes enlarged a tad. "I. I really don't know Eiji."
"No." Tezuka interrupted. "It'll distract your training."
A red car passed by slowly and paused to a stop before them as the passenger window scrolled down, revealing the woman who sat confidently in the driver's seat. Fuji smiled at his sister who looked up at him. "Syusuke, want a ride home?" She questioned as the door unlocked with a soft click.
"Arigatou, Ne-san." He opened the door with one hand a seated himself beside his sister. Laying his bags on his knees, Fuji buckled the seat belt after closing the door, then waved goodbye to his friends. A sly grin spread his lips as the rest of the team stared, goggling over his older sister, Yumiko. "Ja-matta minna-san, see you in school tomorrow."
With that, the car speeded up and drove toward his home. The silence in the car was deafening, only the occasion purr of the engine disturbed the stillness as Fuji leaned against the window, letting his face cooled by the glass. After what seemed forever, he questioned with a light voice. "Bad day Ne-san?"
"The worst." Yumiko sniffed slightly as she turned into their garage. The breaks were gently hit as the car stopped about a foot before the wall, then the keys were turned and the ignition stopped.
"I see." Fuji smiled toward his sister, opening the door with one hand. "Then I supposed we're going to get a lot cakes for dessert."
"Yes, I believe I will be baking for quite a long time today." She chuckled as the car door closes with a thud, placing her keys in her purse; she opened the door to the laundry room. Taking off her shoes, she placed them neatly beside the others and walked into the room.
Fuji followed closely. His sister wasn't the type to get depressed over anything; in fact, she was always the strong figure in his life. "May I help?"
"Of course Syusuke. I would love it if you do." Yumiko smiled and placed her purse on the couch, stripping herself of her jacket. She washed her hands and took out a large bag of flour, followed by two larger bowls and an egg beater.
Fuji walked up stairs after a lingering look toward his sister. She's going to be all right of course, but it still kind of hurts to see her in pain like that. She hated baking, and so, that was her way of releasing anger and stress when she's depressed. Dropping off his bags on the floor of his room, he rushed down stairs and jumped the last six steps. Picking up an apron hanging to the side of the kitchen, he stood next to his taller sister and poured the flour into an empty bowl.
"What are we making Ne-san?" He questioned as he took the eggs laid out by his sister and started to crack them beside the sink.
The older woman dug through the refrigerator, bending to her knees and pulled out a box of strawberries. She opened the box and handed to her brother, who held on to it with his free hand while the other threw the egg shells in the trash can. "Strawberry shortcake." She answered, dusting off those imaginary dusts from her skirt.
"Ah." Fuji replied absent mindedly.
The phone rung, delivering a tone of music in the house as Fuji placed down the box of Strawberries. "I'll get it." He spoke to his sister who nodded back and rushed to the cordless, rubbing his hands on the apron. Picking up the phone with his cleaner hand. "Moushi moushi, Fuji residence, Fuji Syusuke speaking."
"Ah, Fuji." A familiar voice replied from the other end of the receiver. Tezuka. "Good. There is a problem about Sunday."
"Eh?" Fuji opened his eyes and blinked. Problem?
"We're repainting my house, performance not possible." He explained coolly. "We're moving the thing to your place at two. Sound good?"
"There is no problem. I will meet you here at two."
"Oh, one more thing." There was a pause in the receiver. "Will your sister be there on Sunday?"
"Huh?" Fuji lifted the receiver and leaned against the wall, playing with the string typing the apron with one hand. "Ah, I think so, if she's not too busy."
"Good. Good night." The receiver beeped, announcing the leaving of Tezuka as Fuji replaced the phone. He pulled a hand under his chin as he wondered back into the kitchen. Something was amiss, but he just couldn't get his finger on it.
Tezuka said he was repainting his home, but they just did that two weeks ago if Fuji remembered it correct. Then why would his parents want to paint it again?
"Syusuke." Fuji looked up at his sister's word. "You have egg on your chin." She giggled, covering her mouth with a hand.
Fuji smiled as he pulled out a paper towel to wipe the egg off of his chin. Surely there was nothing wrong, it was his own imagination. But if it was only his imagination, then why did the feel of unease lingered in his chest?
