Oshitari watched the "opportunity to practice" dissipate into a sea of chaos on the Hyotei grounds. Fudomine had shown up only a short time after Seigaku, and yet Atobe was nowhere to be found. Granted, the tennis facilities were top of the line, but there were certainly not enough courts to host 3 teams playing simultaneously. So as expected of 24 or so energetic young boys, things where getting out of hand.
Now don't get the wrong idea, the teams are all generally well behaved (unnaturally so) but things still were escalating with no end in sight. Many arguments had ensued, mostly between the two visitor teams. All Oshitari had caught was that someone had done something with a bike and there may or may not have been grip tape involved. He really wasn't sure.
The two captains weren't helping much either. They happened to be standing side by side, not saying anything. Many, including himself, suspected they were somehow communicating, but there was no way to be sure.
Oshitari sighed inwardly, concluding his observation of the situation, and then proceeded to try to bring order to the group.
Atobe stood outside the gates to the tennis courts, pacing back and forth. He hated to admit his anxiety, especially with Mizuki watching him with mild amusement, but it was near impossible to concentrate on maintaining a cool air at the moment. He was torn between going into the court and playing off his new appearance as the latest trend, or running home and never seeing the light of day again. While the second thought was considerably more appealing, one thing stood in the way of him favouring said choice. What, you ask? Well, every time Atobe's eyes wandered past the gates of the school, a rather annoying sight met them. Not just annoying, more like infuriating. Because, you see, Atobe's most treasured item was currently being sullied by the mere presence of a certain team captain. A team captain with little to no skill, an arrogant personality, and worse yet, he had a dumb haircut! Not that Atobe could really dock points for the latter problem, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Tachibana was getting all lovey-dovey with HIS Tezuka!
Atobe froze as he saw Tachibana shift his weight in the direction of his darling. This was too much! He had to intervene. So, taking a deep breath, he put on his most 'I'm the greatest person in the world and you know it' smirk, and then marched through the gates, closely followed by an extremely amused Mizuki.
Oshitari breathed an internal sigh of relief as he heard someone yell out "Atobe- buchou's back!"
But much like the tiny little fruit-flies of our world, his joy was very short-lived; squished into oblivion, left twitching and flat; killed by the absurdity of the thing adorning Atobe-sama's head.
Apparently his reaction wasn't merely his own; for the first time that day, the court was completely silent. All, save Kabaji, had their mouths open in awe, and some in horror. Because, you see, Mizuki had lent Atobe a hat. Not just any hat. No, this was a hat that could strike fear into the hearts of grown men and small puppies alike. It caused seizures in the elderly and weak of heart. It could be seen from space and cause one to go blind if one should stare too long. Yes, boys and girls. It was the purple hat of doom.
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A/N: Who here thinks I lack sanity? ... I thought so! Well I'm sorry for the long wait and the very short chapter. I have a lot of free time so hopefully it'll pick up a bit. I hope you enjoyed Atobe's tendency to exaggerate. Oh and to those of you curious as to what Atobe's hat really looks like, picture Mizuki's sweater! Or better yet, look at the picture I drew (click on my profile to see it)
Now don't get the wrong idea, the teams are all generally well behaved (unnaturally so) but things still were escalating with no end in sight. Many arguments had ensued, mostly between the two visitor teams. All Oshitari had caught was that someone had done something with a bike and there may or may not have been grip tape involved. He really wasn't sure.
The two captains weren't helping much either. They happened to be standing side by side, not saying anything. Many, including himself, suspected they were somehow communicating, but there was no way to be sure.
Oshitari sighed inwardly, concluding his observation of the situation, and then proceeded to try to bring order to the group.
Atobe stood outside the gates to the tennis courts, pacing back and forth. He hated to admit his anxiety, especially with Mizuki watching him with mild amusement, but it was near impossible to concentrate on maintaining a cool air at the moment. He was torn between going into the court and playing off his new appearance as the latest trend, or running home and never seeing the light of day again. While the second thought was considerably more appealing, one thing stood in the way of him favouring said choice. What, you ask? Well, every time Atobe's eyes wandered past the gates of the school, a rather annoying sight met them. Not just annoying, more like infuriating. Because, you see, Atobe's most treasured item was currently being sullied by the mere presence of a certain team captain. A team captain with little to no skill, an arrogant personality, and worse yet, he had a dumb haircut! Not that Atobe could really dock points for the latter problem, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Tachibana was getting all lovey-dovey with HIS Tezuka!
Atobe froze as he saw Tachibana shift his weight in the direction of his darling. This was too much! He had to intervene. So, taking a deep breath, he put on his most 'I'm the greatest person in the world and you know it' smirk, and then marched through the gates, closely followed by an extremely amused Mizuki.
Oshitari breathed an internal sigh of relief as he heard someone yell out "Atobe- buchou's back!"
But much like the tiny little fruit-flies of our world, his joy was very short-lived; squished into oblivion, left twitching and flat; killed by the absurdity of the thing adorning Atobe-sama's head.
Apparently his reaction wasn't merely his own; for the first time that day, the court was completely silent. All, save Kabaji, had their mouths open in awe, and some in horror. Because, you see, Mizuki had lent Atobe a hat. Not just any hat. No, this was a hat that could strike fear into the hearts of grown men and small puppies alike. It caused seizures in the elderly and weak of heart. It could be seen from space and cause one to go blind if one should stare too long. Yes, boys and girls. It was the purple hat of doom.
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A/N: Who here thinks I lack sanity? ... I thought so! Well I'm sorry for the long wait and the very short chapter. I have a lot of free time so hopefully it'll pick up a bit. I hope you enjoyed Atobe's tendency to exaggerate. Oh and to those of you curious as to what Atobe's hat really looks like, picture Mizuki's sweater! Or better yet, look at the picture I drew (click on my profile to see it)