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: Practice is over. For now. Yagyuu casts his die and the game is ready to go. Yukimura reveals his entire team's secrets. And I bet you never could guess. Right? Anyway, dinner has started and various things are revealed about several boys. Hey! Kabaji… You really can think?
Warnings: Crack, OOC and shounen ai.
A/N: Yah!!! I'm back again with a chapter. Once a week like I promised! Now stop reading this and go enjoy!! XD
For Sandy.
Chapter Fifteen: Medications and Dinner
They were still in the land of the living.
That was the first thought from both teams as they reentered the mansion after the practice session.
Atobe and Yukimura entered after they did, making sure everyone was inside. With a click of Atobe's fingers, the entire Hyoutei team fell to silence. The entire Rikkai team continued chattering away.
With his eyebrow twitching slightly and a forced smile pasted on his face, Atobe turned to Yukimura, who was /still/ smiling. "Would you?"
"No problems." Yukimura and Atobe didn't even need to exchange an entire sentence to understand what the other wanted. Sanada twitched this time round.
The blue haired buchou took half a step forward and continued to smile in a genial manner. The entire Rikkai team immediately stopped their activities and gazed up at their captain adoringly.
Atobe and the Hyoutei team thought it was completely insane.
Yagyuu slipped into the kitchen silently. The maids and footmen who were working diligently on creating dinner looked highly startled.
One maid, the only one brave enough to approach the sinisterly grinning Rikkai player, asked politely, "Did you need something, sir?"
The Gentleman's gentlemanly instincts reared their head and he bowed to her, "It's just a little thing. My captain sent me down to give this little bottle of seasoning to you." Leaning in closer, Yagyuu's voice dropped to a companionable whisper, "It's our team's favorite flavor. If you put that into a dish, they're guaranteed to eat it."
Straightening, he added with a straight face, "Now, we don't want to offend Atobe do we?"
"Ah." Relaxing slightly, the maid took the proffered bottle. Everyone had been instructed by Atobe to follow any request by the other captain during the other team's stay. "Am I to place this in everyone's meal?"
Yagyuu offered a charming smile, you know, the type that crocodiles give before they eat you. "It's better not to do that… I'm not sure if there's enough for every dish." He pushed his reflective lenses higher up on his nose and added, "You must be certain to place it in the meat dishes. It really brings out the flavor and our team is carnivorous."
With another polite bow, the Gentleman of Rikkai left the kitchen. He didn't let the smirk out until he reached his room. Oh… Revenge will feel so sweet.
Atobe raised an eyebrow as his maid handed him an empty bottle and whispered a message into his ear. Both he and Yukimura were just about ready to head downstairs to dinner.
Both teams had been informed that all meals were to be informal. Atobe had wanted it to be at least semi-formal, but after a discreet phone call to Yukimura before the actual camp, he had decided otherwise. The thought of having to provide bibs was enough to suppress the idea entirely.
He stood and brushed some lint off his shirt. "Oh? And when was this?" The question was directed to her.
The maid bowed her head in respect, "When they were still preparing, Keigo-bocchama."
"Ah. You may go." With a wave of his hand, Atobe dismissed the girl. She bowed again, formally and then left the room.
"Is there a problem?" Yukimura still hadn't gotten rid of his smile. Atobe was starting to feel a little freaked out. Not that he'd ever admit to doing so of course.
"No. It's just that I suggest we avoid the meat dishes tonight. Apparently, your Gentleman has taken some drastic steps to… uh… teach your team a lesson."
Yukimura sighed. "Oh dear. I hope I brought some extra in case he used it all."
Atobe blinked at those words and examined the small bottle carefully. Hesitantly, he asked, "Does Yagyuu carry around tranquilizers normally?"
The answer he received was offhand and cheerful, "Of course. How do you think he manages to stay so calm usually? Hiroshi carries around enough of the stuff to overdose both our teams."
A slight dimming of Yukimura's smile was the only outward sign of any internal stress/concern/interruption to his fun. "I do hope he didn't give it all away. I'd better check to see if I have enough to suppress him for the duration of this camp."
Atobe edged away a little as his preservation instincts kicked in. A question wandered into his mind. //If Sanada takes aspirin and Yagyuu takes tranquilizers… What does /Yukimura/ take to keep on top of this crowd//
Yukimura didn't seem to notice the other captain's slight withdrawal from the conversation. Instead, he was busy rummaging through his cupboard. Atobe inched forward a little as the blue-haired boy emptied half his drawer, item by item, onto his bedspread. He listed each as he withdrew it from his drawer.
Thump. "Aspirin for Sanada."
Thump. "Sedatives for Niou, Marui and Akaya." "
Thump. "ADHD medications for Marui and Akaya."
Thump. Thump. "Antipsychotics for Jackal…"
Thump. "Ah! Here are the tranquilizers for Yagyuu. Now let me see what else we have here…"
Atobe carefully blocked out the remainder of Yukimura's cheerful monologue at that point and made a mental note to never, ever eat or drink anything the Rikkai team offered him without a taste tester. Or to steal their medications.
Yagyuu sat calmly, as he usually was, at the dinner table. To say he was pleased was probably the understatement of the year. He was ecstatic. His eyes traveled from one end of the table to the other, lingering slightly on his doubles partner. The evil smirk appeared.
Both teams, minus their captains, were seated and currently eating dinner. Yukimura and Atobe had sent their apologies and a note. In it, they declared that they were too /enthralled/ with each other's company to come down to dinner just yet. Sanada had almost fainted at that and was now sulking in a corner of the room.
Niou took several big bites of his barbequed beef and smiled slyly in Choutarou's direction. He had managed to get himself seated right next to the silver-haired second year, much to Shishido's displeasure. The blue capped boy stabbed a knife into his beef with the ferocity of well… Shishido stabbing Niou.
Well aware of the animosity directed towards him, Niou took another forkful of his dinner. This time, however, instead of directing it into his own mouth, he raised it to Choutarou's lips. Choutarou's eyes grew wide and his flush flared into existence again.
"Niou… Niou-san!" Was all he managed to squeak out as he tried to avoid the incoming forkful.
"Say 'Ah' Chouta-kun. And what did I say about just calling me Niou?" The Trickster spoke with as much fluttering of eyelashes as he could get away with.
However, to Choutarou's relief and Niou's disappointment, another mouth took the forkful.
"Ew!" Niou jerked his fork out of the offending mouth and dropped it on his napkin.
On the receiving end of the fork, Shishido looked just as disgusted. That look went away when Choutarou turned to him with an expression of gratitude. "Thank you Shishido-senpai. I…"
"There's no need to say anymore Choutarou. You know that for you, I'd do anything."
Or that's what Shishido wanted to say. However, he ended up muttering, "No problem." And turned away with some slight color to his cheeks.
"Ew!" Niou exclaimed again, loudly, and turned to an uninterested Jackal sitting on his other side. "EW!"
Looking down at his contaminated fork, the Trickster sighed and resigned himself to missing the remainder of his dinner. An evil, evil look crossed his face when no one else watched. Now all he had to do was get Choutarou guilty enough to feed him…
Kabaji had never felt the urge to hit something. Not until now. Currently, he felt like hitting Yanagi, Atobe and Yukimura. And not necessarily in that order.
The data master was /still/ humming under his breath. Kabaji could have sworn that Renji was composing an entire song dedicated to his data. A shudder was suppressed. Hopefully, the day will never come when it would be performed. Or else Kabaji wouldn't be held responsible for his actions.
Atobe he wanted to have a shot at because it was all his idea to pair the stupid, tone deaf Master with him. Well… Atobe could stuff that idea where the sun don't shine. Especially if Renji didn't stop ordering him around with sung directions. The voice that boy had was just hideous.
And Yukimura. Oh, Kabaji really wanted to have a go at the Rikkai captain most of all. He couldn't understand, in his simplemindedness, why the buchou of Rikkai hadn't had Renji assassinated yet. The Master was obviously a threat to mankind as they knew it.
Oh. Hold that thought. Kabaji wasn't sure why the entire Rikkai team hadn't been snipered or mutilated by those demons they summoned yet.
Oh. Scratch that last thought too. Maybe the real Rikkai team had long been killed and replaced by demons from the lower realm. It sure would explain the singing. And the dancing too.
Akaya poked at his food. He didn't feel like eating. Especially not with that evil, murdering, blue-haired villain sitting right next to him. The only thing keeping him from running away was Yagyuu significantly pleased smirk on the other side of the table, right next to the only other empty seat.
Oh, having one's fukubuchou as a dead weight on your lap was another pro for staying in the same position.
But seriously, Akaya hadn't seen that look on Yagyuu's face since the Gentleman had punched Niou out for stealing his golf clubs and using them in last year's annual school production as walking sticks. He prayed that Yagyuu hadn't forgotten his medicine again. It was all he could do from whimpering as Oshitari leaned towards him again.
"Say… Is Sanada prone to bouts of narcolepsy?" The blue-haired tensai had his eyes wide open as he prodded Sanada with his fork gently.
The vice captain had taken only two bites of his dinner before slumping into sleep right into Akaya's arms.
"He fainted." The clearly unhappy second year retorted.
"Oh really?" Oshitari's smirk widened just that little bit.
"Yes." Akaya dared the tensai to challenge his statement. He had decided that facing the devil was better than running. At least when you faced him you could at least stomp on his toes before he sent you to oblivion.
A snore interrupted their staring competition.
Akaya cringed again as his courage deserted him. Oshitari let out another smirk. Just that little bit more evil than his last, "Say… Since when did a fainter snore?"
Another smile. "Gakuto, we should be getting this down. Perfect blackmail material right here. Can't you see the school newspaper headlines? 'Rikkai Vice Captain Molests Four Teammates in One Day'."
Gakuto was less cautious than his double's partner. He snorted at the turn the conversation had taken and rammed his chopsticks right into the Rikkai vice's stomach.
"Oomph!" A gasp escaped Sanada's mouth and he quickly sat upright, directing a glare in Gakuto's direction.
Jackal looked at his vice captain with an innocent look, or as innocent one can look with a forkful of obviously stolen barbeque meat in his mouth. "I see you're back with us, fukubuchou."
Sanada didn't bother with a glare in Jackal's direction. He turned his glare onto Oshitari. "I did /not/ molest anyone."
The snicker that accompanied the answer was filled with glee, "Then tell that to Kirihara-kun. I think you're currently sitting on him."
"Sanada-fukubuchou… Please… Too heavy…" Akaya gasped from beneath the glowering vice captain.
Yukimura and Atobe decided to make their grand appearance. They took in the scene without a blink.
Jirou was draped over Marui like a wrap. Kabaji was sitting stoically with a deviously grinning Renji next to him. Sanada and Oshitari were in the midst of a heated argument. Gakuto was snickering while Akaya cowered from under Sanada where he was still pinned.
Hiyoshi was gazing at Akaya thoughtfully and sending Jackal a glare every now and again. Shishido had his hand on Choutarou's, stopping him from raising a fork. Niou was sitting back with an amused expression.
Yagyuu looked the most comfortable of them all, gazing around the table like a benevolent grandfather, albeit an evil, poisoning and tranquilizer taking one. Oh… Jackal looked the happiest of the lot, devouring what looked like Sanada's dinner with huge bites.
He waved as he saw the captains.
Sanada froze as he noticed Akaya struggling from underneath him. Slowly, he stood up and moved to another chair.
Yukimura shook his head sadly, "I wish that you would stop molesting our second year Genichirou. Wait till you're in your rooms at least."
Atobe was more than satisfied with the landed fish impersonation that Sanada gave.
//HA! That'll teach you to think that ore-sama would cuddle the likes of /you// He smirked inwardly.
Open.
Close.
Open.
Close.
Open.
Whisper. "Yukimura…"
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