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: Niou sets his devious plan into action and Choutarou blushes a lot. Shishido tries to pick a fight and Yagyuu is /slightly/ jealous. Whilst everyone is getting acquainted, Atobe and Yukimura begin their mind games and calculations. Gakuto is ignored and feels extremely neglected.
Warnings: Crack, OOC and shounen ai.
A/N: Wow! This story got 1000 HITS! Woot! I'm a very, very, very happy bunny at the moment. Again, a big thanks to everyone who've continued reviewing and everyone who's reviewed. You guys totally ROCK!
For Sandy.
Chapter Five: More Fun. Apparently.
"So, Choutarou, tell me about yourself," Niou drawled, sitting up on the bed and resting his chin on his hands. "Are you and that doubles partner of yours... involved?"
Ah, the blush that spread like wildfire over the second year's face was /most/ gratifying.
Choutarou gulped a couple of times and stared at the floor. "Anou… Niou-san… I mean, Niou, Shishido-senpai and I are just friends. Really good friends." Choutarou mumbled with an ever growing blush on his face.
Niou looked amused at the other's predicament and raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
The taller junior blushed harder under the disbelieving gaze and nodded emphatically. "Yes. I swear. We're just friends."
Turning his gaze downwards again, Choutarou didn't notice the evil looking smirk the Trickster decided to let out.
If he had, he would have been very, very scared.
Atobe raised both of his eyebrows as the noises subsided. //Hmm… //
He noticed a slightly distracted Yukimura. In fact, the other captain seemed to be counting silently. Or at least taking notes about something.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy the facilities available for use here." He continued on smoothly as if Yukimura never paused. "Everything is state of the art and many things aren't available on the mainstream markets yet."
Inside, Atobe was also taking notes and doing a silent countdown.
//In about ten seconds, I expect a second explosion, this time involving Shishido. A minute after that, Gakuto is going to knock on my door to complain about Oshitari and god knows what else. At lunch, Jirou will corner us with Marui in tow to show him off. Hmm… Don't think I've missed anyone. //
Sure enough, just as the Hyotei buchou finished his thoughts, a humongous smash echoed throughout the entire 'cottage'. His smile turned a little forced.
Yukimura's smile turned a little wild. //That better not be Akaya… //
Shishido had decided that he wasn't going to stand another minute with Yagyuu. In a word, the other boy was BORING.
"I'm going down to lunch," he muttered as he walked out.
Deciding to get Choutarou on the way, since Shishido deemed Niou to be a bad influence and wanted his cute kohai to have nothing to do with the Trickster, he stopped outside the next room.
He took in a deep breath and pushed the ajar door open a bit wider. The sight that greeted his eyes did not make him very happy at all.
Choutarou was standing far too close to Niou for his comfort. On top of that, the second year Hyotei regular was blushing as hard as any schoolgirl. To top it all off, Niou was smirking as if he was the cat that ate the cream.
Ohtori hadn't noticed when Shishido made his way into the room but Niou hadn't missed it. Deliberately, he allowed his fingers to graze along Choutarou's forearm, causing the other boy to jump back, directly onto Shishido.
"Ahh… Shishido-senpai!" The wide eyed second year blushed even harder, if that was possible, and jumped forward again. Only, this time he fell directly onto Niou.
Shishido's eyes went demon red (similar to a certain Rikkai regular) and steam started gushing out of his ears.
"Get your dirty paws off him!" he hissed at a now openly cackling Niou.
When Niou refused to comply, Shishido cracked it completely and threw the nearest thing he could at the other boy, wanting the whole thing to be sorted out before anyone could interrupt.
All that meant was that Shishido wanted a decent go at the Trickster before anyone could come and break it up.
Pity the closest thing happened to be a breakable, antique bedside lamp.
The blue capped boy gloated happily for a moment before noticing that Choutarou was also currently covered in little shards of porcelain.
"Noooooooooo! Choutarou!" he howled as he dove for the bed.
Gakuto stomped towards Atobe's room, fully intent on venting his frustrations. Verbal only of course.
Imagine his surprise when not only Atobe, but Yukimura as well, were already standing in the corridor looking like they expected him.
"Atobe! Whatever were you thinking of when you assigned that Jacket person to room with me? He is a complete and utter crack job. He said that I have rabies. Rabies! The nerve of him…" The short red haired boy fumed and waved his arms around in a dangerous manner.
Atobe merely tugged at his shirt and walked past the pouting acrobatics specialist. "Go talk to Oshitari. I have a little problem on the second floor I need to sort out."
Gakuto fumed more, "YUUSHI! I'm never talking to that rat…"
His words faded out as both buchous walked purposely away.
What they didn't hear couldn't hurt.
Niou seized the opportunity granted to him by Shishido with both hands.
Literally.
As Shishido dived for Choutarou, Niou smoothly pulled him up so that Shishido fell into the side of the bed with a crash, which he mostly managed to muffle by saying loudly, "Ahh, look at that. You've got porcelain all over you. Here, I'll get it off - wouldn't want you to hurt yourself now."
So saying, he brushed at the deeply red junior's clothes. When he saw Shishido's murderous expression out of the corner of his eye, he decided to try and push his luck and made the brushes just a little more caressive.
Yagyuu had, after a few moments of indecision, decided to follow his apparently short-tempered roommate and retrieve Niou in the bargain. He'd lost sight of Shishido by then, and wandered in a full circle before the loud crash, shortly followed by another, sent him running in the right direction.
Just like Shishido, he wasn't at all pleased with what he saw.
For some reason that he couldn't quite fathom, Shishido was lying by the side of the bed, clutching his shoulder and glaring daggers at Niou, who was... /stroking/, for lack of a better word, Ohtori's back and shoulders.
"... What's going on here?" he asked, squashing down a small nagging emotion that he suspected was jealousy.
All three pairs of eyes turned to him. Niou gave him a friendly grin, whilst anyone not closely acquainted with him would probably have described the expression as an evil smirk.
"Hey, Yagyuu," he said. Then it clicked in Yagyuu's mind; Niou hadn't called him by his family name in years. There was no reason for him to begin now unless…
Oh. /OH/.
Damn it, sometimes Niou played the /nastiest/ tricks.
Am editing these chapters like crazy. All of these so far have been RPed by Sandy and I, since my own solo efforts aren't nearly as good. Be good and leave poor little me a review. Please? I'll totally give you cookies… XD