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: Marui is WHAT? Yukimura and Atobe break some news to their respective teams. Sanada and the Silver Pair almost have a melt down. Oh… And apparently Atobe and Yukimura /aren't/ their teams' parents. Whatever that means.
Warnings: Crack, OOC and shounen ai.
A/N: -does song and dance- Whee!!! I'm happy! Off to Phillip Island for a holiday weekend with some friends tomorrow. But that's neither here nor there…
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If you haven't yet, -cough- I'm going to self promote again -cough- XD, go read the latest chapter of my newest creation… Forfeits and Wagers. It's kinda good. XD;
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For Sandy.
Chapter Sixteen: Just Before Bed
Finally… It was over.
Dinner at least.
Marui had suffered enough torture today to last a lifetime. Strengthening his resolve, the red-haired, bubble blowing and self-proclaimed tensai of Rikkai walked towards his captain as a condemned man would walk towards the gallows. Taking a quick look around the hallway, Marui made sure that this conversation wouldn't be overheard.
Shuffle, shuffle.
"Erm… Buchou?"
Smile, smile.
"What is it Bunta?"
Shuffle, shuffle some more.
"Can I swap rooms with you?"
Smile, smile some more.
"Why?"
Marui did an inner once over. //Scuff toe against floorboards. Check. Take deep breath. Check. Look embarrassed. Check. Remember determination to not room with Jirou. CHECK//
"Because…"
Yukimura did an inner once over too. //Smile. Check. Keep smiling. Check. Continue smiling despite whatever excuse Bunta comes up with to escape from rooming with Akutagawa. Check. Do /not/ laugh or giggle. Check. //
"Because?" Yukimura questioned gently with his ever saint like smile firmly in place.
Marui took in a deep breath and rushed though his explanation. If anyone came and overheard him, he'd be the butt of countless jokes to come. "BecauseI'vegotacrushonAtobeandIneedtoseducehim."
"Tonight," he added quickly, in case Yukimura thought he wasn't desperate enough.
The blue-haired buchou's smile never faded. In fact, he was hard pressed to not to laugh in Bunta's face. He got it under control just in time to see Sanada appear from behind and give Bunta the most incredulous look ever.
"YOU WHAT?" It was rare to hear Sanada's voice go up so high. Yukimura's smile turned sly. Why was /Sanada/ so affected by that pronouncement?
"EEK!" Marui's violet eyes widened at Sanada's obvious presence and he scampered backwards. Right into Atobe himself.
"Hmm? What have we here now?" Atobe grabbed Marui by the arm and smiled down at him. Then he winked. Obviously Sanada wasn't the only one who had overheard the previous conversation.
Marui almost fainted. Yukimura made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a snort. Except for it wasn't and couldn't be. Saints didn't snort. Neither did demons.
Sanada aimed a glare at both Atobe and Marui's direction. It was hard to tell who exactly he was glaring at. "We have a team meeting. NOW!" The command, however, was definitely barked at Marui.
The red-haired tensai straightened and almost flew out of the room.
Atobe's laugh rang out, "I don't think he knows where the meeting is." His eyes met Yukimura's and they shared a knowing look.
"I guess that's why you're here, Atobe."
"Right you are." Running a hand through his already perfect hair, Atobe handed over a sheet of neatly folded paper to the Rikkai captain. "You can have the second floor library. My team is up in the third floor one. Is that alright?"
"That would be fine."
Another moment was spent with the two captains in obvious unspoken harmony. Sanada shuffled and looked away, uncomfortable.
Noticing his discomfort, Yukimura's smile turned ever more genial as he tugged Sanada out of the room and towards the stairs. "I'll see you tonight, Atobe."
Atobe merely nodded but gave the Rikkai vice an interested look before the latter was swept out of his gracious presence by Yukimura.
It was getting more fun by the hour.
Atobe sauntered into the third floor library with a look of amusement. The Hyoutei team froze and then slowly took several steps backwards, away from their captain. The last time they had seen Atobe so full of mirth… All shuddered.
It was a horror to remember and so they preferred not to.
"There are a few things we need to address since we have guests…" These were the first words that Atobe managed with his smirk still firmly in place.
"Erm. Ok?" His entire team blinked at him and watched every action warily, in case Atobe decided to break out in song and dance as Renji had done, continuously after dinner. It had been fairly disturbing.
Atobe settled himself on a chair and made himself comfortable. "Firstly… Curfew is 11 pm tonight and every night thereafter, for the entire duration of this camp."
A few mutters at this.
"Secondly… Wake up will be at 6 am tomorrow morning and every morning after. No exceptions. If you are not awake… Well…" Here Atobe paused for maximum effect and his smirk changed into a grin.
The entire Hyoutei team fought the urge to dive under the table. For one thing, it was closer to Atobe than they were currently. For another, Choutarou already appeared to be beneath it. Shishido was hovering protectively around it. Between the Silver Pair, there really wasn't much space left. So, the remainder of the team chose to huddle in a little corner, as far away as possible from their obviously maniacal captain.
They shared a thought, in harmony for once//Now who's forgotten their medications//
Atobe, happily oblivious to his team's thought processes for once, crossed his legs and leaned back. "Third. Yukimura and I have had a little talk earlier. We've decided that there will be severe punishments handed out for players who are found in beds other than their own. Yes that goes for you as well…" Atobe told Shishido before he even opened his mouth.
Shishido scowled and pulled Choutarou out from under the table. Choutarou looked distressed.
"What happens if there's a storm?" Shishido glared at Atobe and dared him to answer.
Atobe waved a hand in an offhand manner, "He can go find Niou or something." It was obvious that Atobe couldn't care less.
"Niou?!" The blue-capped boy's voice choked on that name and his face turned even more sour. Even Choutarou looked a bit unhappy with that.
The taller boy leaned over and tugged on Shishido's cap gently, "I'll be alright Shishido-san. I've still got teddy!Shishido…" The younger boy was diligently fighting not to cry at the thought of being separated from his darling senpai for even a night.
Shishido looked despairingly at his kouhai but couldn't do anything to comfort him.
The remainder of the team had already become bored with the show and had long since turned their attention back to Atobe.
"Now… Fourth point… What is it Gakuto?" Atobe snapped a little… well… snappishly, at Gakuto who was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. Not that it was easy to tell… Honestly, if the Hyoutei boys weren't so used to him, they would have thought he was sitting down. On the floor.
"Atobe? You said that you're not allowed to sleep in other people's beds other than your own…"
"Yes! How many times does ore-sama need to tell you that before you get it?" Atobe resisted the urge to roll his eyes and settled for a long suffering sigh instead.
Gakuto decided that he didn't have a good enough view of his captain and promptly scaled up Oshitari, riding comfortably on the tensai's shoulders. Oshitari looked slightly bothered but didn't protest. "But then you said that Choutarou could take refuge in Niou's bed… Doesn't that contradict what you just stated as your third point?"
The entire team fell to silence and just stared at the red-head. Hiyoshi was the first to break the silence, "Say, Mukahi-senpai? I never knew you had a brain…"
Gakuto let out a shriek in indignation and jumped Hiyoshi. The poor second year got flattened. "Ow! Please… Mukahi-senpai? Get off me please… Oshitari-senpai is looking at me very evilly now. I'm scared…"
Gakuto climbed off and snuggled back into Oshitari's side. Oshitari leveled one last glare at the hapless second year before Atobe demanded their entire attention again.
"Well… We decided that what you do in your own rooms is your own business. We won't question you… You won't question us. Get it?" Atobe leaned back once more and closed his eyes. "Now… Onto the fourth point. Whatever happens in your room stays there. Neither I nor Yukimura want to hear about it. Whatever it is, sort it out amongst yourselves. We are /not/ your parents. We honestly couldn't care less about who tried to molest whom during bedtime. However, if that kind of behavior goes on during practice… There are all types of punishments that could come your way."
At that, the Hyoutei team all nodded in sync like the good boys they all were.
Not.
Internally, they all began to plot the various downfalls of their various nemeses.
"Now…" Yukimura smiled genially at everyone in the room.
It was hard to find a time that he wasn't smiling genially at something in existence. Be that his racquet or the old granny who lived down the road. If it could be smiled at, Yukimura had smiled at it before. It may be noted that the previously mentioned granny had to be hospitalized and treated for extreme trauma after being smiled at. But no one would say anything. Will they?
His team hung onto his every word as if it were the teachings of Buddha. Actually, Buddha himself probably hung onto every word the Rikkai buchou uttered. But that's not the point.
Yukimura pulled out the sheet of paper that Atobe had given to him before, just outside the dining room, "Now… Atobe and I have talked things over and…"
Sanada made a faint whimpering sound again. He didn't like the way the conversation was headed.
The blue-haired buchou patted his vice on the head like a wayward kitten. "There, there Genichirou. It's nothing like that. We're not eloping. Yet." He paused thoughtfully, as if he were actually considering it, "Well… Not until our first child is born. But that's not the topic of conversation for today…"
Sanada choked and managed not to faint this time. It was a close call though. Yanagi uttered an indecipherable mumble and wriggled as if he wanted to get out.
Jackal smiled, positively beamed his approval, and watched his captain with a happy expression. Niou and Yagyuu were watching the room with the pleased look of a couple of fed tigers in a room full of meat. Not hungry but interested in something to play with. Oh the fun.
Akaya and Bunta were sitting right next to each other, in the darkest corner they could find. Whimpers and slight shaking came from both of them every now and again. Obviously classic symptoms of stress and not a little shock.
Yanagi wriggled a little more and more of that muffled mutter could be heard floating around the room.
Yukimura directed his nicest smile towards the data master. "Renji… Did you need a hand?"
Niou and Sanada had taken it on themselves to bind and gag the Master when they entered the room. The singing had been getting a little too much to take. Yukimura hadn't protested. Yagyuu held a suspicion it was because Renji had tried to sing him tomorrow's predicted training schedule. Renji was currently lying on his side in another corner, opposite the one that Akaya and Marui inhabited. He just looked like he was dying to get to a pen.
Muffle. Muffle.
"Ok…" Yukimura turned away, obviously having interpreted that bit of muffling. "Now… You are to all, one, go to sleep at eleven tonight. Two, wake up at six tomorrow morning. Three, stay in your own beds tonight. Four, keep everything that goes on in your rooms to yourself."
He looked around genially, "Now isn't that simple? Let us say it together. Repeat after me…"
The Rikkai team obediently followed his lead.
Just like innocent lambs to the slaughter.
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