Club House Resolutions
Knowing that his teammate was about to get an evil revenge, Momo tried desperately to escape, but to no avail. Even as he heard himself yelp, and Kaidoh's scarily maniacal laughter, he felt the immediate effects of the attack.
"Ak, Kaidoh!!!"
Now that Momo had released him, attempting to save himself, Kaidoh easily adjusted his aim and continued to squeeze the shampoo bottle to its near death. Amused at his teammate's struggle to save himself from the oncoming soap and resulting slime, he pressed his advantage, only relishing in the utter torment.
Realizing how distracted, er, focused his attacker was, Momo had a flash of remembrance, knowing that behind him on the opposite wall sat a similar bottle of shampoo. Only giving the question of which owners' shampoo they were using a fleeing thought, and still trying to protect his eyes and keep his footing on the now slick floor, he dove and captured the next victim, or rather bottle. And released his full fury at the now retreating mamushi.
"Come back here!"
Unsuspecting, the remainder of the team were outside the locked door, waiting to be allowed in. Oishi still had the key, and now that practice was over they wished to just grab their stuff and go. Well, most…some of the team were rather sadistically curious as to the result of the fighting duo's impromptu imprisonment. Fuji turned to Eiji, who was surprisingly non-bouncy. "Hm, I wonder how it turned out."
"Oi, me too. I hope for the better, because this all distracted Oishi so badly that our match was doubly hard. I'm tired."
"You're not the only one Eiji," Taka-san spoke up. "I think buchou was irritated and those extra 30 laps were just his frustration coming through. We're all tired now."
"Yeah, poor Ochibi…I wonder if he's recovered from having to drink Inui's new tea, juice, concoction thing." Fuji's smile just got a bit wider, but before he could respond to his friend's comment, Tezuka and Oishi walked up, with Inui trailing behind watching a slowly marching Ryoma.
Oishi frowned, as if listening for any noise from inside. Fuji noticed how even as he did it, Eiji tilted his head as if also listening. It pleased him to see how the two even blended off the courts. "Eiji, anything?"
"Nah Oishi, all is quiet. Ochibi, how are you feeling?"
"Hn."
Eiji gave a slight glare at his taller, be speckled teammate. "Why do you make us drink those horrid things Inui?"
"To receive feedback of course. I have extra if you wish to share your personal opinion." He held up a darkened bottle from which Eiji could swear he heard boiling sounds. "That's, that's quite alright, I'll pass." Even has he blanched, Ryoma just pressed his hand to his stomach and ran off behind the building.
Fuji looked on. "Well, had he only run that quickly for the latter of his laps…"
Inui glanced down. "Then you would have sampled my new tea. You did come in second, and looked like last until the very end." He gave a very knowing look, to which Fuji wisely refused to make comment. He was saved though since Tezuka was currently unlocking the door.
Oishi spoke up with a slightly worried tone as he followed his captain into the clubhouse. "Are they in the showers?" Even as the rest tumbled in, Tezuka and Oishi continued through to the shower room, seeing the locker area vacant…and froze.
The others looked on curiously, and quickly forgetting their belongings, followed their leaders and came to their own personal frozen positions. Before them was a sight none would forget, nor let the objects of said image ever forget.
Panting, sitting, and glaring at one another, Momo and Kaidoh continued their silent battle, unaware of their bystanders.
"If I could get up, you would be dead right now."
"Fsshhhuuuu."
…
Ryoma chose just that second to enter the room. With eyes wide, he took in the scene, and promptly slipped on some of the shampoo that had escaped the shower tiles and crashed into Eiji, who was already unbalanced from sheer shock. He in turn attempted to grab Oishi, who sadly was already standing on a slick spot, and knocked his doubles partner off his feet. Said feet went flying into the back of Taka-san and Fuji's legs, and soon all but Tezuka and Inui were on the floor in a tangle of limbs.
It was their crashing entrance that finally alerted the now suds covered boys to their audience. In a scarily synchronized motion, the two looked and saw a pile of what looked to be the majority of their team, and then their captain and manager just standing by, one amused, the other…not. Jumping to their feet as best they could, again scarily in sync, the two stood before their captain, trying to save face, but neither making any excuse. They knew they were in deep, deep trouble.
While Inui continued to jot down some notes, muttering to himself, Tezuka simply looked his teammates over. With arms crossed, and a severe look on his face, he just took a hard look at both, making sure he had their full attention, and not the groaning and shifting pile besides him. "Did you decide?"
Momo looked to his right, Kaidoh to his left, they nodded and looked front once again.
Kaidoh spoke first. "Hai."
Momo finished. "We're co-captains should the need arise."
"Hn." Tezuka simply gave them another once over then easily walked out into the locker area, collected his gear and left.
Oishi, now free of the web of limbs and bodies, was standing and looking at the retreating back of his captain. Turning once again to face the two soap covered boys, he gave a nearly pained look, before closing his eyes as if to collect himself, then turning and helping the rest to their feet. Not a word was said, and as the rest of the team went back to their lockers, collected their stuff and changed, Momo and Kaidoh continued to stand, dripping and beginning to itch, on the tiles. Finally everyone had left, with Oishi saying he had to speak with a professor and would return later to lock up.
Dead silence reigned fiercely, until a small choking sound rang through the air. Which was followed by a deeper, more consistent sound, only to be overrun by gut wrenching guffaws. As Momo had to lean over and rest his hands on his knees while laughing, Kaidoh simply kept chuckling and walked back to rise off as best he could. He had a change of clothes, and those would have to do.
Quickly gaining control of his laughter, Momo joined him and slapped him on the back. "I can't believe we got away with that."
"Hai."
With the random chuckle decorating the air, the two finished washing off and went back to dress and leave. Both were stopped in their tracks as they reached their bags. Identical notes were resting on them.
" ' 100 laps; that was my shampoo' "
Ryoma, who was leaning against the outer wall, waiting for Momo to take him home on his bike, started as he heard two outrageous yells from inside. With a smirk, he lowered his hat and mumbled, "Mada mada da ne."
FIN
(A/N: Ok, ok, I realize this fic was very under par, but not only was it my first TeniPuri fic, it was also my first humor oriented one. I appreciate any who read this and actually returned to finish it, especially those who reviewed. Angst and action/adventure are my usual genres, so this will probably be my last humor centric fic. So thank you, and don't let this one deter you from reading my other stories, should more arise here, or I post anymore of my LOTR ones.)