Training Camp… Or Not
Disclaimer: I don't own the Prince of Tennis cast. XD. I wish I did though... But I do own the storyline from here on!
Chapter summary: Really, Chouta-kun is much too innocent and very 'gekidasa daze'. Why does Shishido now want to murder Gakuto and what is this about a to-kill-list? Yagyuu and Jackal hold a very thought invoking conversation and Atobe reminisces about his childhood. Now we totally know why these boys are on crack… Or not.
Warnings: Crack, OOC and shounen ai.
A/N: It's Chapter 10!!! And with 3000+ Hits!!!! Wow… I guess it's a milestone on both fronts! Now… What should I do to celebrate it? Any suggestions? XD
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For Sandy.
Chapter Ten: Of Bets and Aspirin
Yagyuu didn't even bother sending Jackal a glance. "No. You must be hearing things."
Jackal didn't comment any further but watched with slightly narrowed eyes as Yagyuu swallowed down the handful of small pills with a sip of water.
Yagyuu sighed and smiled slightly, not that it was easy to tell. That was a load off his chest. He turned to the sole hairless member of his team and returned the slightly quizzical look that was being given to him. "What is it Jackal?"
The other boy continued to watch the Gentleman studiously. "I've been told that aspirin makes people go a funny color. Last time I took it, Akaya informed me that I turned green."
Yagyuu made a sound like scoffing. But obviously it wasn't, since the Gentleman never scoffed. "And you believed him?"
Jackal continued with his staring. "No. But when he kept repeating it, I went to check my reflection out in the mirrors. I was mostly /definitely/ green."
The defense specialist patted his bald head in a troubled manner. "Ever since then, I've been afraid to take aspirin again."
Yagyuu looked away and muttered softly, "Ah. So that's why all the clubroom windows and mirrors were painted that day. Makes sense."
"What did you say?" The defense specialist asked, obviously more interested in the tones of Yagyuu's skin.
"Nothing much. I don't think you'd be interested."
"Ah."
Niou continued to purr questions at Choutarou whilst keeping an ear on Yagyuu's conversation. That little point with the green paint had just won him fifty bucks from Marui. Finally, someone had figured it out.
He /knew/ Akaya had been behind it. Marui had insisted that some non-regular did it as a dare. So they had made a bet on it.
Of course, giving Akaya the paint and instructing him on what to do was another point entirely. But Niou had wanted the cash off Marui. He also knew that Marui would definitely not have paid if he knew that the Trickster had been behind it. So Niou had been forced to wait. Till now…
"Chouta-kun…" Pleased, he reached out a hand to clasp Choutarou's. Shishido's growl made him smile. This was great fun.
Choutarou pulled his hand out of Niou's and tried moving towards Shishido. "Uh, Niou-san… I mean Niou… Please stop teasing Shishido-san, he's slightly sensitive."
"Choutarou!" Shishido yelped at his kouhai's words. "That is so not cool."
The silver haired second year turned puppy eyes onto Shishido. "But Shishido-san, it's the only way to make Niou understand how you feel."
The blue capped boy almost choked at how wrong that sounded.
Niou merely continued to smile and made a sound like a pleased kitten.
Oblivious, Choutarou continued, "If he understood that teasing you is wrong, he won't tease you anymore."
Shishido wanted to smack his head against the table. Repeatedly.
"Choutarou…" He groaned, "You're too innocent. People like Niou, who have no soul, don't have morals like you."
Niou looked up, interested in this theory of Shishido's, and decided to use this to his advantage and tease some more. He smirked, "Say, Shishido, aren't you glad I swapped my soul for this silver color of my hair?"
Shishido growled a forced reply. "No."
Choutarou looked from one to the other, wide eyed and his gaze settled on Niou. Obviously, he had remembered something, "Ne, Niou? Can you /really/ sell your soul to the devil in exchange for things?"
The Trickster stared at the innocent looking boy for a moment before bursting into laughter. He patted Choutarou on the back, "By god you're a funny one."
There was an outraged choking sound from Shishido and Niou stopped laughing. He surveyed Choutarou again and his eyes widened a bit. "You were serious?"
Shishido did bang his head against the table this time.
Damn Gakuto for thinking that stupid thing up. Poor Choutarou was so innocent he actually thought it was true. Shishido mentally made sure the red haired acrobatics specialist moved up three spaces on his to-kill list, he would fix the actual list when he got back to his room.
Shishido's blue eyes narrowed slightly and turned to glare at Gakuto. He ended up glaring at the spot Gakuto once occupied instead. He cracked his knuckles and growled a little louder. Once he saw the short dimwit again, he'd make sure that he learned a lesson.
Outside the room, on the stairs leading up to the second floor, Gakuto paused. He sneezed once and felt an impending sense of doom and ill will coming towards him. The red head shivered and skipped up the stairs slightly faster. He needed Yuushi. Right now.
Oshitari, at the same precise moment that Gakuto did, sneezed once as well. Akaya took this as a sign from above and streaked out into the corridor.
He ran blindly down the stairs and ran bang smack into a solid object. Looking up, he realized it was many solid objects.
"BUCHOU!" He yelped and threw himself onto Yukimura. Akaya clutched tightly onto his captain's midsection. "Pleasedon'tmakemegobacktothatreallyscaryguyIthinkhewantstomurderme…"
Sanada growled slightly under his breath and grabbed Akaya, drawing him away from his precious Yukimura. "Be careful Akaya. You might damage Yukimura."
The buchou under discussion smiled sweetly, "It's alright, Genichirou. I'm not that easy to break."
Atobe coughed and looked away. The three Rikkai boys in close proximity with each other reminded him strangely of a time when he was younger.
Ah, those were the days…
Atobe's face held a pleased, far away look as he remembered playing 'Happy Families' with the rest of his now third year team members.
Of course he had been the 'insane-and-cheating-dude' and ordered everyone around. Shishido was the 'stupid-woman-who-was-cheating-and-hung-around-the-insane-and-cheating-dude-hoping-for-more-cash' while Jirou had been the 'love-child-of-the-stupid-woman-and-the-cheating-dude' and Oshitari had been the 'old-man-with-too-much-cash-and-was-married-to-the-stupid-woman'. Gakuto wasn't allowed to play with them until Oshitari had spoken up for him. After that, Atobe had reluctantly allowed the tiny red head to be the 'murderous-next-door-neighbor'.
Now looking back on it, Atobe wasn't sure if modeling his 'Happy Family' from midday soap operas was such a good idea. It actually might explain why his team was so dysfunctional.
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