Understand or Face the Consequences!
Old Fiat
Currently Listening: Wingspan, by Wings
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Chapter 3- GET TO PRACTICE ALREADY!
Shusuke opened his eyes. Only one word ran through his head, Cold.
The string of words became longer:
It. Is. Cold.
He realized he was so cold because he wasn't wearing a shirt. Ew… he was buff too, and tan. He looked around the room as a string of words ran through his head naming everything:
Futon. Wood floor. Dresser. Slidey door. Books. Comics. Bookshelf. Wall scroll. Weights. Uniform. Window.
He got up and opened the dresser to look for clean underpants. He was unsuccessful in his search and decided to go au natural. He then decided to just throw out a few of the books. He finally decided after many stupid decisions to take a shower. The most intelligent thing he'd done all morning.
He eventually worked out that he was Taka.
Weird, thought he. I'm way taller… and stronger! He picked up the bookshelf in Taka's room. He then realized that Taka maybe wasn't that strong.
"What are you doing?" said a female voice from somewhere near his (Taka's) bed.
He spun round. Taka you stud! He thought. "Oh, hi Takara," it was Taka's twin sister on the other futon. "How're you doing?"
"Fine, but you should probably get dressed," she laughed, and Taka/Shusuke blushed.
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"Bastard! You did this didn't you?"
"Wah?" Taka was being shaken very hard by Yuta, who was practically crying. "What are you talking about Yuta-kun?"
"THIS!" He held up what had once been a St. Rudolph uniform but now had ink splotches on it and look as though it had been half flushed down the toilet. "AND DON'T PRETEND YOU DIDN'T DO IT!"
"I won't, I won't," said Taka, taking the uniform from Yuta's stupid genetic Fuji-Rubber Grip. "But Yuta-kun, I didn't do this…"
"THAT'S PRETENDING!" Yuta was so upset he actually did start to cry. "Oh, I'm going to get in so much trouble… I'll be late for practice… have to wear regular clothes…" He eventually just started to mutter to himself.
"Eh… I'll take this to Mr. Fuji…"
Yuta raised his head. "Real funny Shusuke. Dad will get a kick out of that."
Taka caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror in the bathroom. He didn't say anything… just stared.
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"Damn straight."
Kunimitsu spun around (again, he was starting to get very dizzy) and saw Nanjiro Echizen standing in the doorway. "Mr. Echi…" something clicked. It worked… pretend to be Ryoma. "Oto-sama," he bowed. "Good morning. I hope you had a pleasant rest."
A grin split Nanjiro's face nearly in half. "Dear!" he called over his shoulder. "I finally got that respectful kid I wanted! You're right! Japan did him a world of good!"
Something did not compute with Kunimitsu's brain. Two things actually. One: Wasn't Ryoma respectful to his father? And two: Tezuka had always assumed (since he never saw her when the whole team came over) that Ryoma's mother had died a while ago or her and Nanjiro had gotten divorced and so he hadn't asked because he assumed it was a touchy subject and his Oto-sama had always told him not to pry.
"Come down to breakfast my only son," he wrapped his arm around Tezuka and walked him towards the kitchen. Kunimitsu was engulfed in a horrible scent which seemed like a mixture of sweat, cigarettes, wasabi and old battery acid.
"Actually, I'll pick something up, I've got to get to practice," he slipped out of the smelly grip and ran down the hallway in the too long blue stripy PJs, slid open the (by lucky chance) door to Ryoma's room grabbed the uniform and pulled it on. He had a good search around the room before discovering there was no deodorant. How repugnant. He grabbed the tennis bag leaning against the wall and sprinted out of the house before Nanjiro could attack him again with horrible scents.
Nanjiro turned to his wife. "Japan has done him a world of good."
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Ryoma giggled slightly as he looked at the big, grown-up body of Kunimitsu. Yeah, he knew it was stupid, but he was so excided to be taller than anyone who was, like, two that he was surprised he wasn't dancing. Suddenly he realized that since he was supposed to be captain he should go to practice. He looked at the list of chores on the table. What was all this crap? Take Kyusuke, Daichi and Daisuke to school? Who the hell were they? He crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it in the trash can.
He put on the school uniform and looked inside the tennis bag. What was all this rubbish? He pulled out an inhaler and tossed it on the bed along with several pill bottles and a few aspirins that were floating around the bottom of the bag. "Now all that rubbish is out I can fit another racket in here! Kunimitsu is going to be so happy."
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Oishi searched in Eiji's bag for the keys to the club house, and then remember he didn't have them. He slumped on the bench and waited for Tezuka or himself to turn up. He saw Ryoma jog up to him.
"Hey Eiji," he sat down on the bench next to him. Then proceeded to smack himself on the head. "I'm sorry, Eiji-sempai."
"Hey Echizen," he rumpled up his hair. "Who are you?"
"Tezuka, and you?"
"Oishi."
"When do you think the rest will turn up?"
"Late."
Tezuka sighed. "So do I…" He hated being this short again. Though when he was in 7th grade he had been a whole lot shorter.
Oishi almost began to laugh at the small kohei, slumped on the bench and frowning as though thinking about some adult matter, like money.
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"Shuichiro's hair is so ugly," said Eiji to his brain as he slacked off going to practice. "I know! I'll fix it! Shuichiro will be so happy!" He went into the bathroom and picked up a razor. "Here I go."
Small bits of black hair fell on to the counter.
Eiji shook his head to reveal a Shuichiro with a haircut quite similar to the one he had in eighth grade. "Much better." He put his uniform, grabbed his bag and skipped off the practice with out taking Mae to school.
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Momo flipped though the diary excitedly and suddenly remembered how much he STUNK and decided to take a shower before his nose shriveled up and died.
He got in and saw a bottle of olive oil. Eewww… This is what viper puts on his hair? He picked up a bottle of shampoo and used that instead. Once he came out he discovered that Kaido's hair was fluffy, soft, puffy and wavy/curly. How strange. He also discovered Kaido had acne on his forehead. "Eew…" he decided the best thing to do would be ignore it and let it go away, then saw some cover-up. "Ah-ha!"
He then got dressed and stuffed the diary into the tennis bag, he would read it on the subway, he decided after searching the garage and not finding ONE SINGLE BIKE! Gr…
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"Hey Ryusuke, Ami," he bent down and smiled at the two small children who were apparently Momo siblings. "How are you this morning?"
Ryusuke raised an eyebrow. "F---. You really have gone daft."
Kaoru gave him a sharp slap. "That's enough, Ryusuke! Not in front of Ami." He cupped his hands over her tiny ears. "Good God."
Ryusuke flipped him a certain bird and left.
"I'm sorry about Ryusuke, Ami," Kaoru hugged her and gave her a small kiss on the forehead. "Now run along, I need to get dressed."
He waited.
She stood.
"Fine, I'll just get dressed with you standing there," Kaido headed towards the closet to search for his uniform.
As he looked through them, something fell from the top shelf above the clothes and hit his head. "Ow…" he picked it up. The printed words on the cover read, My Sweetie Takeshi, for your eyes only. Kaido looked at the lock on the side and snapped it. "Whoops," he began to read…
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Shusuke, as Taka, headed to practice by foot. No point using the train or subway. He giggled as the breeze came through the cloth of the pants. Au natural was such a good idea.
He passed a hysterical Yuta on the way. He was wearing a nice pair of pants, blue oxford shirt and had an envelope in his hand. Shusuke giggled as he passed. So he was going to school despite his and Yumiko's dirty work.
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Taka, as Shusuke, went to practice. He ran to catch the subway and saw a giggly Tezuka who kept glancing at his bag in an excited way.
I guess he cracked, thought Taka, taking out a racket from his bag. He wondered if burning mode still worked in Shusuke's body. It didn't.
"Yes!"
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HELLO!
Wow, this chapter is 4 pages long. Good show OFSI. :shakes her own hand:
Anyway. I hope you liked this chapter. I started it only a few hours ago and it turned out pretty well in my opinion. Love my description of Nanjiro's scent.
By the way, OFNFR helped me with Shusuke's bit. They added in Takara (originally from My Life) into this. Man, I'm going all CLAMP on you guys, with the whole connected universes that they do.
Also, Oto-san means 'Respected father' and Oka-san means 'Respected mother'. You guys probably already know that but I find things easier when people explain what all the Japanese they stick in there means. Like once I was trying to read one and it was like 50 percent Japanese! WHY DO THEY PUT THEM IN THE ENGLISH SECTION? Anyway, calm…
So, um… bye.
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-Old Fiat s. Italy
