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"dialogue"
[character comment...]
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Editted: 11/10/2010, thanks to CherriAme for pointing out my mistake. =P
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Game, Set, Match (04)
They were ruthless. The other team was defenseless – they clearly didn't see it coming. Their defeat was easy seen in four to fifty minutes.
"Game, set, & match! Six games to three for Fudomine!" And to say that Hyotei's Doubles two did a better job would have been a lie. They lost as well, six to two, to make matters worse. And now a very important chance and hope went to their supposed 'newbie' regular. Inui sighed inwardly, it really wasn't looking good for the number one seed now. With the pity though, he still watched the gruesome game that was about to begin, his subject claiming a YONEX racket. "Ii data..." he said to himself, while scribbling away in his minority chronicles notebook.
"Saa... let's see what she can do..." someone to the right of Inui mentioned.
She? he mentally asked himself, Well, probability of Imonoyama hiding an important secret was 50% and it just erased the statement making a new one, with probability increased to 60%.
Inwardly, he wanted to ask the young brown-eyed fellow beside him numerous questions, but decided against it as his current subject took the receiving court. "More data..." -mental evil laugh-.
Loses, lose two games... got it. Yuki proclaimed in his thoughts, watching as the ball past him and not even bothering to return it. His facial expression became tensed, as if he really had a hard time returning the ball, while the truth was not far off. He really had a hard time not returning the ball...
"...They seem to be underestimating us too much to put someone like him out... they certainly did." Ibu muttered, not knowing that Yuki's sharp ears caught his words.
Oh he's going to pay for that... it's so tempting to get a return ace! AGH! he thought, but still let his opponent's serves pass him. It came. 30-love, 40-love, Game. And so they changed courts. Yuki dejectedly faulted two times, and then looked at Atobe, I'm only resisting the urge to have a service ace. I'm the one who's having a hard time to lose a game! the message was conveyed when their eyes met. Atobe could only nod, but he knew what was coming after that.
Ibu snickered to himself, " a green player against me... and so begins a spotless game..." Yuki raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and then did a double fault again. And again. And again.
"Game set! 2 games to love! Advantage, Fudomine! Change court!" the referee announced curtly, sighing at the hopeless player in front of him, who walked to his bench to change his racket.
"Now, Atobe... are you sure you made the right decision?" Sakaki asked, seeing the sweat-less sweep of two games by their current opponent. He was starting to be pissed by his buchou's earler insolence.
Inui thought once, twice. Of course with the angle and speed the serves Imonoyama has been hitting, it would definitely net. He would have marked Imonoyama as a useless player, good only because he was somehow favored by Hyotei's buchou, when he heard the red-haired guy beside him whistle at the spectacle. Imonoyama changed his form to one who was 'meditating', only Imonoyama was standing. His hands were positioned as though he was about to pray, only that his hands were both on his newly outed racket.
"Neh, Atobe-sempai, why did Imono-san change his stance?" Choutarou asked,
"Shinsei play style." Inui heard the cousin of his subject utter, *Holy, ka?*
"...What is with that weird stance, are? It must only be a bluff..."
Bluff, kaa...? Yuki smirked at Ibu's idea, and breathed in her 'chi'.
Ibu served what would have been for a rally, just in case but, his thoughts changed when Yuki returned the ball, he thought it would be an easy return. He attempted to do so, but only failed when he realized that the ball created an awkward spin that caused it to land and then not bounce back. Ibu swore that.. "...yare, yare, the ball glowed, ka?..." his not usually unspoken thoughts were said by the one who returned. Ibu glared at him.
"... Maa, it wouldn't be fun if you're really trash..." he murmured.
Trash, you say? An imaginary vein popped, but she let herself breathe again, regaining her Chi and composure back. Do not to let them get to you, Yukiko! Hyotei began to cheer for their newly found protegé.
Shishido can only glare at Imonoyama, making Atobe smirk. Your rude awakening begins here, Shishido-san.
The return aces continued for the next three shots, causing Ibu to panic inside. "...I will hit it from you, I promise I will..." he muttered, expecting a rally serve.
Well, always expect the unexpected; Ibu-san Yukito smirked before serving what he would like to call the 'Gabriel' serve. He felt a pang of sadness though, for he can't use his Andromeda serve instead... it would've been a lot faster. Ibu only saw a blur of yellow pass him, and wasn't given the chance to move.
"192 km/hr?" a very surprised Haginosuke Taki said, as he read the speed-o-meter (or whatever it's called, nya!)
"Ii data..." a very impressed Inui said, as he jotted down new information, considering re-writing Imonoyama's name on his 'Majority Chronicle' notebook.
"That was a message from me, Ibu-san. Don't underestimate other people right?" Yuki uttered and did the same serve in another three shots...
Inui decided to observe Imonoyama's playstyle more carefully instead, he had known from Ryoma's previous encounter with Ibu that his playstyle is only dangerous for when his opponent made it possible to rally.
"Nya! So here's where Inui has been off to!" a red-head energy ball said, (whom we know as Eiji) Inui only looked up at him from his notebook and then began scribbling notes again murmuring,
"Swift tension from the racket must have caused the ball to spin very fast, causing it to produce some kind of glow, but then how did it drop just like that? A 'message' she said... Holy... might be something to do with a holy message." Inui muttered to himself.
"Neh, Inui... are you talking about Imonoyama-san?" a sadistic someone said,
"Oho, you know him Fuji-sempai?" Momoshiro asked, little by little all the Seigaku regulars plus five freshmen and two reporters gathered on Hyotei's side of the court.
"I've heard of him." Fuji replied, not widening the slits, "Someone's certainly interested in him though" he motioned to Inui who watched the match end. "Saa... another one came." the tensai said as his face turned serious, with his eyes open.
Needless to say, Ibu didn't have a chance to make a comeback since their third game, because they didn't have a chance at a rally, which is why 15 minutes early of Keigo's order led to the added screams of new Imonoyama fans. Yare, yare... they'll be disappointed when they found out I'm a girl.
"Game-Set-Match! Two games to six for Hyotei!" the referee announced. "Next match: Fudomine's Tachibana and Hyotei's Shishido, please proceed to the court in ten minutes."
"Yatta!" Yuki exclaimed happily, almost jumping up and down. He was greeted by his cousin with a thumb-up and then took a careful look in his surroundings, to see who else was cheering because of his play. He smiled smugly at the still-glaring Shishido. His other teammates seemed to note of his worthiness and smiled at him when he came to their spot. Choutaro gave him a thumb-up and smile. Yuki winked at him. Yuki patted Shishido on the back, "Your turn." he hinted,
"Gekidasa daze, you weren't supposed to win." Shishido said bluntly,
"So you would rather have him lost, arn?" Atobe rhetorically asked, raising a challenging eyebrow,
"NO! What I meant buchou was, e-eto..." Shishido stammered, seemingly lost for words.
"Arya, your game will start in five minutes, Shi-shi-do-kun." Yuki stated, saying his name in a cutesy syllabication, annoying Shishido. "And you better not waste my win."
"Aharn! As if I'll lose." Shishido said confidently, he quirked both his eyes, and matched a smirk to it.
On the court, Shishido said something egotistical again, "Maa... gekidasa daze, you're the buchou aren't you? Why are you singles two?" he scoffed and then offered his hand,
"..." Tachibana raised an eyebrow before walking away, leaving the hand untouched, causing Shishido to think 'so-lame' in a way that he thought the action was rude.
AN
THANK YOU! Thank you so much to those who started reading this fic, I hope you can permit yourself to stick around for more.. (^.^)
(again) Yuki's ringtone for Atobe: Grand Theft Autumn by Fall Out Boy
Here are some of the translations:
Gekidasa daze – How lame/uncool
Gekokujo – Surpassing those above me... or something like that
Motto tonde miso? - Want to see me fly higher?
I couldn't translate them all, gomen! Most of them are trivial, and not that important so..
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