Understand or Face the Consequences!
Old Fiat
Currently Listening: Blink 182: 'I miss you', The Flaming Lips: The Soft Bulletin, Belle & Sebastian: The Act of Apostle
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Chapter 4-The Lessons of Understanding Will Begin Right After This Chapter
Eiji bounded into the practice area- it looked very strange to see the quiet-ish, worrisome Oishi skipping. Even a stranger sight for Oishi- who was trying to comprehend what Eiji had done to his head. "My… hair…"
"Like it? I did it myself! I thought it looked sooo ugly that-Ah!" He was cut off by Oishi (Looking Like(LL) Eiji) grabbing on to his collar, taking a quick glance around then saying:
"What the hell did you do to my head?"
"What the…"
"This is all your fault! If you hadn't been so stupid- saying mean things about everyone, I wouldn't hate you so much and I would still have my hair!"
"You do have hair! It's on your head!" Eiji tugged on one of his own red locks. "You idiot! It's not all my fault if you weren't so damn sensitive!"
And so on.
Ryoma (LLTezuka) came into the practice area. "Hey! Eh… No fighting on the court! For that you have to… uh… I dunno. Go run 3 laps."
Eiji (LLOishi) raised one eyebrow. "3 laps? That's a wussy punishment."
Oishi (LLEiji) elbowed him in the ribs.
"Ow! Fine!"
They jogged off.
Ryoma saw himself sitting on the bench. If I'm in Tezuka's body he must be in mine, he thought. I'll show him how I cleaned out his bag!
"Hey… Ryoma-chan," he grinned evilly. "I thought I might show how I organized my bag."
"What did you do…?" Ryoma had never known he could sound threatening but Tezuka managed to make his vocal cords growl perfectly.
"I took out all of the crap that was in there," said Ryoma, shrugging as he began to tick things off on his fingers. "Aspirin, inhaler, some pills. You know, that kind of stuff."
He saw his own eyes widen and Tezuka (LLRyoma) began to rub his temples. "You threw out my medicine?... You…"
"You don't need all that stuff do you Echizen-chan?"
"I don't in your body, Tezu-kun, but you'll need in mine unless you want my body to die."
Ryoma gulped. "Really?"
"Yes you idiot. Why else would I carry around an inhaler?"
"I dunno. I just that there was a lot of stuff in there."
"Well, run back to my house and get it."
"No way! I'm not running a billion blocks just to get your dumb inhaler! Maybe you won't have an asthma attack today! Did ya ever think about that? Huh? Did you?"
"You probably will, 'bochou'. You do have a pretty bad case of asthma. Some of that other medication is very important too."
"Bah! I won't have
one! Because I'm—" he shoved his finger into Tezuka's thin
chest. "Tougher-than-you!"
"No you aren't!" Tezuka
socked Ryoma (LLTezuka) in the mouth.
"Damn your impertinence!"
They began to beat each other up as Eiji and Oishi fought. If you had been there (and you were blind) you would've heard this:
"You sissy! Your punches are so light!"
"Shut up!"
"I hate you so much Oishi!"
"Just call me Eiji, you ditz! You're making me sound retarded!"
"I'll kill you!"
"You just try it small fry!"
And such like that.
Fuji (LLTaka… A/N: GAH! I'm not doing this anymore! You guys can all understand what I mean! No more 'LL's!) walked over to the courts.
"Hm."
That small, subtle noise coming from the usually shy, awkward, tall boy made them all turn around, seeing as he also wasn't doing his usual job as STSS- Seigaku Team Secret Service!- they continued their fights.
"Please quit it."
They stopped. Noticing they had never seen Taka standing so much like a fashion model before. Or looking so… uh… 'free'.
"Are you going 'Au natural', Taka?" asked a bruised Eiji (you know… LLOi-oi).
"Yes. What are you guys doing?" he pointed a finger towards Ryoma who had a black eye/bloody lip/some of those cute bandage thingies that are crossed shaped. "Aren't you the captain now?"
A grin spread across Ryoma's face. Eiji and Oishi shivered. No one had ever seen Tezuka smile like that, except that time he was plotting about how he could kill Atobe on his birthday. But he was in his room while doing that so only a few people knew about that. Fuji shivered too, but as being SHUSUKE St. YVES FUJI he would not let anyone see it.
It was kind of scary to see Taka do a Fuji smile.
They all just stood there while staring at each other.
"Oh yeah, I am captain," Ryoma felt so awesome saying that! He was still doing the scary, evil, death-to-Atobe smile.
"Yeah," said Oishi, his (Eiji's) red hair was a messy, tangled mess on his head. His face was puffy and bruised. "Go do captain stuff."
"But I need my vice-captain," he moved his shoulders in a weird way because he was pretty sure his arm had popped out of its socket. "Come on Oishi."
They all sat there for a while.
"MOVE EIJI!" commanded Oishi.
"Oh yeah, I am Oishi aren't I!" He turned to Ryoma. "Let's go!"
"I think you need to be put on medication or something…"
Momo turned up right after Eiji and Ryoma went into the club house.
This Momo-infected-Kaido looked… surprisingly, pretty cool. His hair was curly, sexy and thick, his acne was cleanly covered up (unlike the way Kaido did it normally, which was all blotchy and stuff.) and he was wearing a totally cool jacket with his uniform. His shoes were those new, fashionable, puffy kind and he was wearing a wrist watch which was the only one he had been able to find in the room. It had a snake on it. It was not fashionable, so it kind of spoilt the coolness of the outfit. But to make it look better he had paired it with some 'bling-age', but it wasn't a tacky amount.
All in all, he looked very cool.
"Yo guys," he looked at Tezuka and Oishi who were just sitting around. "Shouldn't we be getting changed?"
Taka arrived at the EXACT MOMENT he said that.
They had never seen Fuji looking so unfashionable. Not to mention exhausted.
"Sorry for being late. Yuta… uniform… anyway," he straightened his coat which had the EXCACT shape to make anyone look as fat as can be. "Where are Tezuka and Oishi?"
"I'm Tezuka," said the aforementioned person.
"I'm Oishi," Ditto.
"Ooookay…"
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YES! CHAP. 4
Sorry it took me sooooo long to finish this chapter but I had all this angst writing built up inside me! But now I have all this humor built up inside me, so I started this again.
I also need someone to tell me what it LIKE having an asthma attack since I am asthma-less.
Review!
-Old Fiat s. Italy
