Training Camp… Or Not
Disclaimer: I don't own the Prince of Tennis cast and only about a quarter of this storyline for the first few chapters. XD I wish I did though...
Chapter summary: Features more boys who aren't happy with their roommates and a talking wardrobe. Jackal's fun begins as does Oshitari's. Niou plots and Shishido doesn't appear. Jirou is still as happy as one can be. OMG Akaya! What the hell did you do to Sanada?
Warnings: Crack, OOC and shounen ai.
A/N: Woot, it's Chapter Four already! Thank you everyone for the reviews! They totally made my day...
For Sandy.
Chapter Four: The Fun Is Just Starting…
Niou nodded. "Choutarou it is then. You don't have to bother with the 'san'," he added. "Just Niou will be fine for now."
The barrage of noise from the floor above startled him, but he didn't let it show.
He raised an eyebrow and explained to an anxious-looking Choutarou, "It's just our resident brat making a nuisance of himself again. Nothing to worry about. He /probably/ won't cause any permanent damage to your teammates."
Jackal hadn't commented on his roommate's rude remark because he was experiencing a very odd sense of deja vu. He could remember, last year, Akaya saying almost exactly the same thing, except for the fact that the younger boy had actually gotten the name right.
Before Jackal realized it, he'd relaxed and broken into a very small smile. He could deal with Akaya-type brattiness. Especially when he wasn't directly responsible for them.
"Mukahi Gakuto, right?" he said calmly and continued unpacking. "Jackal Kuwahara. I'd shake your hand, but I don't want to catch rabies or anything."
"KIRIHARA AKAYA, what /DO/ you think you're DOING?!"
They hadn't even been here for ten minutes, and already the junior was causing trouble. Scowling ferociously, Sanada stormed into the room from where the noises had come from. He brushed past Oshitari without looking at him and glared at a small wardrobe next to the window.
"We spent the entire coach trip lecturing you on how you should behave!" he fumed, "Can't you behave for just ten minutes?"
"Was just testing something," the wardrobe muttered sulkily.
"Well, don't! If you were testing Oshitari-kun's reflexes, then you could have waited until tennis practice or something."
"Wanted to see what an angry tensai looked like," the wardrobe mumbled.
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Sanada stalked across the room and bodily dragged a scowling Kirihara from inside the piece of furniture. He spun him around to face Oshitari. "Apologize, Akaya."
Giving Oshitari a look that said, perfectly clearly, that Akaya wasn't at all sorry, he muttered, "M'sorry."
In the left wing of the second floor, Marui was having problems of his own.
"Nngghn," he said intelligently, pushing futilely at Jirou's shoulders. "Can't... breathe!"
He sucked in air gratefully as a wide-eyed, practically tearful Jirou finally released him, babbling apologies and promises to make it up to him somehow. Poor Bunta couldn't get a word in edgeways.
"Look!" he finally shouted, grabbing Jirou by the shoulders to hold him still. "If you be quiet for the next..." he checked his watch quickly to see how much time they had left of the fifteen minutes, "four and a half minutes, I'll give you some of my gum and teach you to do one of my super-tensai skills later. Deal?"
"Rabies?!" Gakuto shrieked at Jacket or whatever his name was. "Who the hell has rabies?!"
There was no answer from the other boy as he calmly continued to unpack.
"I'll show you rabies…"
Stalking up to the much taller Jackal, Gakuto picked up the closest thing to hand from his newly-moved-in pile of luggage and smacked the taller boy with it on the head, hard.
"HAHAHA!" Crowing with triumph, the short acrobatics specialist didn't notice the strange look that Jackal gave to him and then to the furry teddy bear that now lay on the floor.
Oshitari smirked and shoved his glasses up his nose. Kirihara seemed to be an interesting handful. He was sure that they'd get along fine.
He stepped in smoothly as Sanada looked ready to throttle his younger teammate at the insincere apology. "I'm sure Kirihara-kun didn't really mean anything by this."
The waved hand encompassed the wreck of a room. Sanada started twitching but released Akaya.
Oshitari smirked again and ruffled his roommate's hair. "I bet Kirihara-kun will promise to be a good boy from now, right?"
For an answer, Kirihara stuck out his tongue and let fly a missile he had kept hidden behind his back.
Raising an eyebrow, Oshitari avoided it with ease, ducking out of the way and leaving the coast clear for Sanada to catch a water balloon full on the face.
Let's just say that the fukubuchou was not a happy man.
Jirou stared at Bunta who stared back. They had sorted out their differences and come to a compromise.
Jirou will refrain from glomping Bunta; Bunta will feed Jirou pocky or other various sweets.
Jirou will refrain from yelling out Bunta's name at every opportunity; Bunta will play tennis with Jirou.
Jirou will go to sleep at night and not pester Bunta with questions; Bunta will teach Jirou some of his tensai moves.
They both came to a silent agreement that it was a small price to pay for fulfillment or in Bunta's case, silence.
"... Oops."
Looking guilty, Akaya eyed the door, trying to judge whether or not he'd be able to escape through it without being caught.
When a soaking wet Sanada actually /growled/ at him, he took a wary step backwards so that Oshitari was in between them. "Sorry, fukubuchou!" he said quickly. "I didn't mean to, honest!"
"... Yukimura will punish you later," was Sanada's only comment, uttered through gritted teeth.
Summoning up the tattered shreds of his dignity, the normally intimidating fukubuchou of Rikkai made his way back to his room. It didn't really help that his shoes now squeaked with every step, but he managed to stoically ignore it.
"Well then," Yukimura said, finishing unpacking his immediate essentials, "shall we start your training camp, Atobe? I've been looking forward to seeing how Hyoutei runs their training sessions," he commented.
Behind the polite smile, Yukimura was making notes in the back of his mind about Akaya and Sanada.
If things had gone the way they usually did, either Akaya would be nursing a bruised head, or Sanada would have retreated to his room with a massive headache.
Either way, tennis usually solved both injuries.
Oh, and aspirin too, of course.
I hope this is getting better, or at least remains at a readable level ". I'm giving it my best shot... So would you review… Please? It'll make me very happy and give me the opportunity to stare at your reviews for hours on end, grinning stupidly. XD