5. Something with Jyousei

Go to YouTube and search for "Seishun Amigo" if you want to see the dance that Wakato is trying to do at the end. :)

"Do you ever get the feeling that we're, like, the outcasts of the tennis circuit or something?" Oota asked suddenly, glancing around at the rest of his teammates.

The twins gave him bored looks. "What do you mean?" they asked simultaneously.

"I dunno," Oota said, shrugging. "I feel like we're always forgotten or something. It's like we're from the Island of Misfit Toys. You know? From that movie? Except we're not toys, I guess."

Kouhei raised an eyebrow at him. Youhei merely frowned and leaned toward him a bit. "So you're saying we're from the School of Misfit Tennis Players?"

Oota considered this. "Yeah, I guess that's right."

"Kajimoto-buchou is pretty popular, though," Kouhei pointed out.

"I'm not popular," Kajimoto said, rolling his eyes. "Don't bring me into this."

"It's because he's pretty," Oota said, ignoring him completely.

"I'm pretty!" Wakato exclaimed, throwing himself over the back of the couch beside Oota.

Oota snorted. "No you're not."

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" Kajimoto asked doubtfully.

"You did get to go to the Senbatsu camp, Kajimoto-buchou," Youhei said.

Wakato pouted. "I got to go to the Senbatsu camp!"

"So did Shinjou-senpai, but I'm not about to say he's pretty," Oota said. "I kind of like living, thanks."

Wakato looked across to where the other boy was moping on his end of the couch. "Maybe in a certain light…" he said, snickering.

"Yeah, try no light," the twins muttered.

"Oi, Reiji!" Wakato called, grinning. "What's with all the doom and gloom?"

"It's because Hanamura-sensei isn't here," Kiriyama said gruffly.

Oota gave his doubles partner a startled look. "Wait, I bet that's why everyone pretends we don't exist!"

Kiriyama arched his eyebrows in question.

"It's because our coach is such a weirdo. That's got to be it."

"Don't insult Hanamura-sensei!" Shinjou bellowed, suddenly standing over them, his fists clenched.

Oota and the twins sank back into the couch. Wakato merely ducked behind it.

"Sit down, Reiji," Kajimoto said tiredly. "Wakato, wasn't it your turn to sing?"

"Oh yeah!" Wakato jumped up and bounded over to the stereo system. He began flipping through the binder that listed all of the songs. "Should I do an American song this time? Oh, how about Enrique Iglesias?"

"You did him last time," Kajimoto said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You can barely speak English, much less Spanish. Let's not try to mix the two, alright?"

Wakato ignored him. "How about that Shuuji to Akira song? Seishun Amigo?"

The twins' eyes widened. "No-"

"Too late!" Wakato smirked. He held his hand in front of his face. "Too bad I'm not wearing white pants. CHANGE OVER!"

"Oh God," Youhei muttered.

Kouhei sighed. "This is going to be painful."

"Hehe." Wakato swung his arm around, hitting the play button on the stereo, and as soon as the music started he began spinning around, kicking up his legs and jerking his arms around in time with the beat.

"We should have never let him watch that music video," Youhei said, burying his face in his hands.

"Hey," Kouhei whispered, leaning towards Oota. "The Island of Misfit Toys. That's from that Rudolph movie, right?"

"What? Oh. Yeah, why?" Oota whispered back. If Wakato knew they weren't paying attention to his performance, there'd be hell to pay.

"Didn't those toys end up being the best ones in the movie? They were the most important ones anyway, right?"

Oota's brow furrowed and he pushed up his sunglasses to give Kouhei a confused look. "What's your point?"

Kouhei grinned. "Just wait till next year when we're in charge of the team. We'll make people notice us. Misfits or not, we'll be the best. We're Hanamura's masterpieces, after all."

Oota stared at him for a moment longer, and then he smirked. "Yeah, we are, aren't we?" he said, settling back onto the couch. He turned back to Wakato just in time to see him thrust his hips out in a circular motion, holding his hands behind his head.

Oota frowned.

"Well. Some of us more than others."

FIN