I cant believe i deleted this story. i deleted the wrong story. T.T stupid stupid.

No point moping about it. I hope you guys will read and review again ? -hopeful- 8)

AtTheLibraryAtTheLibrary

Is it really that odd that our little demon of a child is currently at the library with none of his team mates around? Or the fact that he is reading picture books in the aged 5-10 children's section of the library, while sitting in the comfort of a teddy bear armchair?

"Mommy, what's a big kid doing in the children's section? He looks funny." asked a little boy who was browsing books with his mother.

"Just leave him alone dear, it's not his fault, and don't point!" she replied in a quiet (but not quiet enough) voice.

"I CAN HEAR YOU WOMAN AND BRAT!" Akaya yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Young man, quiet in the library please!" a random librarian demanded.

Akaya huffs and swears under his own breath but quietens down just a bit.

"It's not my fault that I left my keys at home again and okaa-san and otou-san are at work AND the rest of the team is busy out." He mutters darkly.

He stared at the picture book he was reading (entitled 'The Very Hungry Caterpillar' by the way) and flipped through its contents before throwing the book aside and onto the blue couch.

"I'm hungry!" he whined loudly.

"Young man, last warning!" another random librarian shrieked.

-sigh-

Not wanting to get kicked out of the library, Akaya took out his trusty best friend (his journal) from his school bag and plopped it on the colourful table in front of him (which he dragged away from a bunch of frolicking toddlers) .

"Dear journal…hmm I'm deciding on giving you a name, how about junior? …Or rubber ducky? ...THE GREAT AWESOME AKAYA JOURNAL OF DOOM?"

"Anyways, I'll decide by the end of this entry." –nod nod-

"Today was the same as every day. Just school and classes and tennis practice. I beat Jackal-senpai in a match today. Like YAY! Not that it's surprising anyways, right? right."

He bit on the top of his mechanical pencil before continuing.

"Oh, and something I nearly forgot to mention, Yagyuu-senpai got hit by a tennis ball in the head today. He said he was fine, but got dragged to the nurse's office by Niou-senpai anyways. Marui-senpai was to blame. He got distracted and his shot went wonky and then the ball hit Yagyuu-senpai on the side of his head and bounced off, AND then rolled off and a first year tripped over it and he bumped into another first year and that continued (first years were practicing their swinging in rows) until all of them were on the floor. DOMINOES EFFECT!"

"Anyways, Niou-senpai took Yagyuu-senpai to the nurse's office and never returned. Maybe he was ambushed by aliens of some sort that wanted to tug on his hair. That's fun by the way, pulling Niou-senpai's hair. He reacts by smacking me on the head with whatever is in his hand, even if it was can full of juice. I WAS STICKY FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!" –whines-

"Niou-senpai is a bully. He likes to pick on me because he knows I'll give off a big reaction. I can't help it. My reactions are a habit. Mura-buchou calls it a bad habit but still."

"OH! And I heard Niou-senpai is a…Geritno? …Phone? …No wait a burrito? Oh! A Gerontophobia! Yeh, that's it. Yanagi-senpai told me. Saying that whenever aged people come to his house, he will lock himself in his room and never come out because when he was young, his grandparents dressed him up and tied ribbons to his hair and he was made to look like a girl. Niou-senpai said it was bad memories of his early childhood."

Akaya held a laugh behind his hands (he had to keep quiet remember?) making a few children passing by tug on their parent's sleeve and whisper. Calming down, Akaya yawned and resumed writing.

"I remember this one time where he tricked me into thinking there was a day in the whole year where a second year can become buchou for the whole day. He fooled me! The smart ace of Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku was fooled! He was pretty convincing though."

"Yo, bratling."

"What is it Niou-senpai?"

"You know that today, a second year can become buchou for the whole day?"

"What? Rreally?!"

"Yup. Why would I lie?" (Why wouldn't you lie?)

"Oh my god! Why didn't anyone tell me? I wasted 5 minutes of being buchou by tying my shoelaces! "

"Yeh, that's the story; pretty convincing right? I think so. Sanada-buchou told me off when I was ordering everyone around. The first years listened to me, but everyone else didn't because I guess it sound pretty weird."

"At least Niou-senpai got in trouble too. He was the culprit! I didn't deserve to get in trouble."

Akaya yawned and rubbed his droopy eyes before resting back into the chair to rest for a few seconds. Those few seconds became a few minutes, which became hours. (The librarians didn't bother with him anymore.)

He woke up when an unsupervised kid was constantly poking him sharply in the shoulder with a colouring pencil. He flailed his limbs making the boy run off, and checked the rabbit adorned clock and screamed. The clock showed 7 o'clock, so he slept for 3 hours, where he could be home playing video games.

"DAMN, Okaa-san and Otou-san were back ages ago!"

He packed his school bag, shoved everything inside; his journal; crayons; writing equipment; the latter, and dashed off.

NextDayNextDay

"Woah, you look terrible Akaya." Marui said poking him out of his trance.

"Not enough sleep?" Yanagi questioned scribbling in his notebook.

"Or were you doing something else?" Niou drawled winking.

"I stayed up playing those three hours of video games I missed and i was finishing writing in Rubber Duck." Akaya said, his head drooping silently before he finally dropped onto Marui's shoulder and fell asleep, dreaming of aliens and limited edition watercolor crayons.

Longest chapter so far. YAY. I'll try to update soon. I got bombarded with HW for the holidays. D: R&R please !