Training Camp… Or Not
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Chapter summary: Atobe wonders why and how Oshitari became so scary while Jackal and Gakuto entertain the room with their antics. Why on earth does Jirou go to sleep even though Marui is right next to him? Don't miss the pink sugary fluff surrounding the Silver Pair and Platinum Pair. Well, maybe not the Platinum Pair... They're kind of too unfluffy to fluff. Right?
Warnings: Crack, OOC and shounen ai.
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For Sandy.
Chapter Eleven: Cuteness And Evilness
Atobe surveyed the various happy, unhappy and strangely oblivious middle school students scattered around his dining room table.
Finally, after Yukimura managed to calm Akaya down enough to persuade him to join them and Oshitari at the same table, everyone had begun lunch.
Atobe took a fleeting glance at the ornate grandfather clock ticking away in the corner. They were about ten minutes behind schedule. He gave Oshitari a look that said clearly that they would be talking about the matter later. Atobe had been slightly surprised at /how/ traumatized Kirihara actually was. He never knew Oshitari to be so… menacing.
Gakuto tugged at his partner and close friend's sleeve, "Ne, Yuushi? We are going to play doubles together right?"
"Hmm? I don't know… It all depends on what Atobe's plans are for this training camp." The blue haired boy pushed his glasses up his nose more firmly and sent a smirk Atobe's way. He knew exactly what Atobe was thinking. Riling up his captain was always fun.
Gakuto continued as if Oshitari hadn't said a thing. "I do want to beat Marui and /Jacket/. Apparently they're nationally ranked." The short acrobat's voice was pitched to rise over the quiet babble that surrounded the table.
Silence fell for a brief moment as all eyes turned to focus on a smirking Gakuto before everyone's gaze settled on Jackal.
Jackal opened his mouth.
The room held its collective breath.
Jackal raised his fork filled with salad.
The entire room raised their eyebrows and Sanada looked like he was ready to jump under the table anytime now.
Jackal maneuvered the salad into his open mouth and chewed. "Mmm…"
The whole room figuratively sweat dropped and turned back to Gakuto.
The short tennis player shook his fist dramatically at the oblivious Jackal and turned resolutely back to an openly smirking Oshitari. "Do. Not. Say. A. Thing."
Meanwhile…
Marui was still tapping Jirou on the shoulder every now and again. "Ne, ne, Akutagawa-kun, you still haven't answered my question. Am I really hyper when I'm on sugar?"
Jirou looked slightly startled at the question, as if he hadn't heard it a thousand times before. For the record, Jirou had probably been too busy trying to muffle his yells and curb his urge to yell to pay any attention to what Marui had actually been saying. But Jirou hesitated only a moment before bouncing up in his seat and finally giving in to his urges. "Marui-kun is SUGOI!"
As soon as he uttered those words, however, Jirou clamped a hand over his mouth. He had forgotten about his and Marui's deal. He wasn't allowed to yell out any words like that in front of everyone else.
Quickly turning away, in the hopes of Marui forgetting his little indiscretion, Jirou slipped himself into a slumber and couldn't be prodded awake no matter how Marui tried.
Yagyuu took a moment, as Shishido and Niou armed themselves before their third round, to note to Marui, "Bunta… I don't think that poking a sleeping person is going to get you anywhere. Besides, if you really want the answer to that question, it should be directed to one of us. After all, every time you go sugar high and destroy something, it is always us who gets you out of it."
He turned back just as Niou broke the temporary truce with a well aimed insult and sighed. Duty called.
Renji did his calculations again and again. He ended up with the same conclusion. It was /impossible/ to gain any data from Kabaji.
Opening his Hyoutei Data book, Renji quickly started another calculation, all the while muttering something about 'data', 'zero percent' and 'death'.
Sanada overheard the last word and gave his longtime friend a quizzical but wary look.
The last time Renji was heard saying that word, the entire Rikkai team was almost wiped out by his new-and-definitely-not-Sadaharu's-juice mixture, as dubbed by Renji. Sanada glanced over at his captain just in time to see Yukimura nodding and smiling at something Atobe had said.
His focus went back to glaring at the Hyoutei buchou. Who was Atobe to gain so much attention from /his/ Yukimura?
Yagyuu sighed. Then he sighed again. Niou heard both and threw him a quick, non-evil grin. "What's wrong?"
When Yagyuu just looked back at him expressionless, Niou angled his head and raised his eyebrow. Yagyuu never sighed and always had some response ready for any of his questions or at least a 'dot dot dot'.
The silver haired boy looked back to Shishido, "Say, what did you do to Yagyuu? He sighed."
Shishido glared back and spoke before he thought. "Whatever you're not doing to Choutarou."
An enlightened look dawned on the Trickster's face, along with an evil glint in his eyes. "So… That means you haven't been communicating, but you have been seeing some /action/. Poor Yagyuu… To have the attentions of the likes of you forced upon his person."
Shishido spluttered at the insinuation but thought better of answering. It was a lose-lose situation anyway.
Choutarou colored at the Trickster's words but turned anxious eyes onto his senpai. "Shishido-san? Is it true?" His voice was barely above a whisper.
Shishido whipped back in time to see Choutarou's soulful brown eyes gazing at him. "Of course not. How can you believe /him/ over me? We're best friends remember?" The older boy almost choked on the last words but his silver haired kouhai looked greatly happier.
"I'm sorry that I thought such a thing about you Shishido-san. I…" Choutarou bowed his head in shame.
Shishido put his hand on top of Choutarou's and they met each other's eyes with a smile.
Niou, for the first time, was thrown slightly off kilter by this scene. He leaned back into his chair and did something similar to pouting, except for the fact it was a highly /evil/ version of pouting. It put shivers down the Gentleman's spine and directed his mind to Akaya. Cute but deadly.
It was going to be a long seven days…
Hiyoshi was bored.
The interesting vibes that surrounded the table had paled into less than interesting. He looked up in time to see his roommate, Sanada, who sat directly opposite him, direct a glare to Atobe. Intrigued, the second year boy followed the psychological, non verbal, sparring volley that followed.
It became quite boring quickly though, since it was just a one sided, highly emotional, facial monologue, mainly by glares and eyebrow twitches, by Sanada. He managed to get the gist that it had something to do with Atobe trying to steal Yukimura or whatever. Hiyoshi didn't care about that, however, he did manage to pick up several never before glares. Who had known eyebrows could be used like that?
Almost, as if they had a mind of their own, Hiyoshi's eyes slid to the second year who sat two seats down.
Kirihara Akaya. Now that was someone that Hiyoshi wanted to be. A stray thought entered the normally sane, or as sane one can be in Hyoutei, second year's mind.
If Kirihara had skills good enough to 'defeat' Sanada, wouldn't those same skills enable him to 'gekokujou' Atobe more easily too?
Eyes narrowed, Hiyoshi took another bite of his salad, chewed and pondered some more. Now all he needed was an excuse to approach the Rikkai second year…
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