drabbles100 challenge; Kawamura-centric
theme # 60: drink
TakaTakaTaka; vague R
"Are you okay, Kawamura? You appear to be experiencing some level of disorientation. I'm afraid that my Inui Juice has had an unpredicted effect on you." Inui peered curiously at Kawamura, who was staggering about the court, racquet held in a now-weak grip.
"H-hey… No problem, baby! I'm feeling great, feeling HURK."
Kawamura pitched into Momoshiro, who yelped and held him at arm's length.
"Whoa now, Taka-san! Maybe you'd better sit down, man. You don't look good, not good at all."
As Kawamura started to protest, waving his racquet around feebly, Tezuka strode over, frowning.
"Kawamura."
"Yes, b-buchou…?"
"Go home. Now." Kawamura opened his mouth, and Tezuka glared at him. "Or run ten laps."
He went home.
Kawamura's father took one look and sent him to his room, assuring him that it would be no trouble, Thursday nights are usually slow.
He fell onto his bed and into an instant deep sleep, not waking until past midnight. When he opened his eyes, he wished he were still asleep.
The Kawamura sitting on the bed to his right smirked at him. "Not feeling too good, are we? Still in your day clothes and all." Deep red eyes glinted dangerously.
The Kawamura on his left peered down with soft brown eyes. "Ah, shouldn't we help him out of his clothes? It must be uncomfortable." His answer was a leer from the red-eyed one.
"By all means."
Kawamura gulped and lay there, hoping the hallucinations would go away. Presently, he found himself hoping fervently (and loudly) that rather than going away, they stayed all night.
In the morning, he was left with a hoarse voice, sweaty clothes, and sticky sheets.
The next time he saw Inui, he vowed, he would get himself some more of that good, good stuff.