For Lexxie
Oishi/Eiji
wriggle bounce mothercock
It was an atypical day that started in a very typical way. Only not, because it was nearly midnight and the Seigaku regulars were gathered around a small campfire. It was part of the training Tezuka and Inui had put together for them days were spent hiking and doing various tests and nights were spent camping under the stars (or in the trees, if you were Kaidou.)
Eiji wiggled in his spot on the ground, scooting closer to Oishi as Inui continued to tell his campfire tale. "They say there's a place called Murder Rock around here somewhere..."
"Mothercock?" Eiji shrieked, having obviously not been paying attention to the story, instead taking his sweet time curling closer to Oishi and latching on. Just about anything that came out of Inui's head was a scary thing in Eiji's mind, that was his reasoning.
"Murder Rock, Eiji." Oishi replied, a hand petting through red strands as Inui continued.
"They say that there was another group of kids our age who went to see if the legend was true, and never came back." His glasses glinted in the low firelight, the shadows dancing around contorting his face into nothing more than a pair of moving lips and shining lenses.
Eiji began to bounce nervously, his hold on Oishi's waist tightening again.
Somewhere off in the distance a loud, mournful howl pierced through the otherwise quiet air, and all hell broke loose. Kaidou scrambled up a tree, Momoshiro clung to a very annoyed Echizen and even Kawamura looked a bit freaked.
Oishi had somehow landed on his back, doubles partner straddling his waist and face buried against the vice-captain's chest.
"It's just the wind, Eiji." Came Fuji's voice from off to the side. Slowly Eiji peeked out from his cover, only to see his best friend had no face.
There was a scream and a struggle before a sharp voice rang through the air. Tezuka stood with his arms crossed, a frown and dark glare cast at Fuji.
"Take off the mask."