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Sanada looked around the car at his various charges and sighed. They had refused Atobe's limo offer, but that meant that they had to take two cars, because they simply didn't have the room in one car. Well, he supposed that they could have all fit, if a bit squished, but Yukimura had wanted it this way, so Sanada had listened and complied without complaint. He wanted to complain, but he didn't.

He was riding with Marui Bunta and Niou Masaharu. Yeah, not his firsts choices. It wasn't that he hated the two boys, but Niou was a bit more of a troublemaker then Sanada wanted to deal with, and Marui... Well, Marui was just a sugar-freak-of-nature, and Sanada sometimes had trouble believing someone could actually live with that much sweets, let alone deal with Marui, who really did. Still, this was what Yukimura had asked of him, and he would rather suffer with them himself then make his buchou deal with them.

Marui was practically, no, Sanada corrected himself... Marui was literally bouncing off the walls of the cab. And was that his seventh piece of apple gum since they left? Somehow, Sanada had no trouble believing that.

"ArewethereyetArewethereyetArewethereyetArewethereyet?" Marui asked, talking so fast that it all slurred into one long word. Since the Trivial Pulse incident, Marui Bunta had had no problems with his energy. In fact, he was much more energetic then most people, without any sugar in his system at all. Marui was now part red Irish setter, which, though admittedly adorable (Though Sanada would NEVER say that out loud) in full puppy form, was a bit more of a nuisance otherwise.

After the original shock of it all, Sanada had taken it upon himself to research all of the animal mixes on the team, and had found that Irish Setters were naturally very energetic and affectionate, with boundless amounts of energy, especially in their younger years. Marui, for that matter was only a little over two years old in dog years, so he was pretty much still a puppy, with more energy then Sanada could find use for.

Niou dodged as he had been the entire ride as Marui's long, fluffy tail whipped out again. Despite his attempt to move, Niou was still hit in the leg, and Sanada winced slightly in sympathy. That tail looked so soft, (And Kirihara attested that it was), but the truth was that under that soft red fur was a very tail, which really hurt if Marui accidentally hit you with it. Most of the TPPs at Rikkaidai had been hit at least once, so no one was bothered about it if they flinched a bit.

"Watch it with that thing!" Niou spat, trying to get as far away from the self-proclaimed tensai as possible without getting too close to Sanada. Again, the Vice Captain was glad that he had been the last person to get in, and hadn't been forced into the middle like Niou. The cab driver, thank goodness, was separated from them by a screen, so at least he had no idea how strange his passengers really were.

"Are-- We-- There-- Yeeeeeeeett?" Marui asked again, taking great pains to talk slowly, knowing he wouldn't get an answer out of Sanada otherwise. Sanada went to say no, but then they actually pulled up to the house, and he could even see the Cab with Yukimura and the others pull up behind them.

"Yes, we are," Sanada said instead, getting a cheer from Marui before the said senior jumped right out of his previously opened window, and began dancing around excitedly. Sanada and Niou, on the other hand, used the doors, and Sanada went to pay for the cab.

"Costume party?" The driver asked, obviously eying Niou's grey ears and tail, as well as the snow leopard ears and tail Sanada himself had. That must have looked a bit strange, when you added their suits.

"Yes," Sanada lied easily, handing the cab driver the exact amount of money owed, plus a small tip.

"Have fun kids," he said, and then drove off.

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"Buchou, the punch is spiked," Ryoma relayed softly. Naturally, since he couldn't enter Kunimitsu's mind, whispering the thoughts he had picked up about something this important was the only viable option. Kunimitsu nodded, to the seventh grader, who then moved back towards Momo as if nothing had really been said.

It made sense that someone would spike the punch. All of the schools were here now, including three players from Fudomine, who claimed they were late because of traffic, so Kunimitsu couldn't make any positive theory on who it had been, but this was a Hyotei party, so he did have a decent idea. He glanced around to see that no one was acting overly suspicious. Fuji, at that exact moment, was having a conversation with Yukimura, so Kunimitsu really had nothing to do anyway. For the time being, he leaned back against the bar, and tried to not feel too jealous.

It would make no sense to be jealous, after all. Yukimura was plenty happy with Sanada, and would never cheat, and neither would Fuji. That wasn't really the problem though. Kunimitsu couldn't help but feel a little jealous when the person he really cared about talked to, smiled at, or really gave any attention at all to someone other then him. It made no sense, and it left Kunimitsu feeling ashamed. Those feelings were not so out of place with other people, but here, in a place where they knew everyone, it was pointless. Still, the truth was that Kunimitsu worried for Fuji. It wasn't the Tensai he didn't trust with the world, it was the world he didn't trust with his tensai.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Fuji started moving towards the refreshments. Tezuka moved to intercept him, taking the glass of punch right out of the other's hand. "There's alcohol in the punch." He whispered it, but Fuji only gave him a slight smile.

It was then that Kunimitsu saw his mistake. Fuji had quite the stubborn streak when he wanted, and obviously Kunimitsu's actions were provoking that side of him. Kunimitsu watched helplessly was Fuji picked up a second cup and downed it all in one gulp. Eiji, who had been near enough that his sensitive ears picked up everything, laughed at Fuji's actions, and patted the said boy on the back. A boy whose face was obviously a but flushed. A boy who was now giving Kunimitsu a slightly dopey smile. Kunimitsu gulped.

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Kirihara took a deep breath, and then let it out, then repeating the process. The music had changed only a few moments ago, but you could see the effect. The music was now more energetic, as a new DJ began spinning two songs into the song the previous DJ had been playing. Then, slowly, the first song was pulled out, and a new third was added, making the beat fast and fun. Kirihara watched as more people moved out onto he floor, and then turned his attention back to the DJ.

Marui Bunta looked completely serious as he spun his three songs effectively. This level of concentration was rare from his sempai, but very captivating. Kirihara had to be careful, or he would be caught staring. Not that he was staring, or anything... Alright, maybe he was staring a little... Alright, he was staring a lot, but at least Marui never noticed.

And there were definitely times when Kirihara wished he would.

Brushing that aside for the time being, Kirihara began wondering how his senpai had gotten the previous DJ, who was actually being paid for his time, to get off. Kirihara decided to attribute it to the sugar lover's natural charm; a charm he himself had had experience trying to resist. Not well, mind you. There was something about the red head drew people to him. Just as Kirihara knew he was drawn.

It was kind of like Bunta had his own form of Seigaku's captain's 'Tezuka Zone', only the 'Marui Zone' effected people. People were naturally drawn to him. Which was probably why no one really got all that mad at him when he accidentally whacked them with his tail. It was also probably why Marui's fan girls were the most outspoken and wide ranging in all of Rikkaidai. Whenever one of them confessed, Kirihara felt jealous, and then stupid, because he couldn't bring himself to do just that. Every time Bunta went out of his way to smile kindly as he carefully turned them down, Kirihara was jealous that they got to see the same smile he did. That soft, kind smile, that somehow didn't seem quite as real as it appeared.

Kirihara watched as Marui smoothly switched songs, and then smiled to the DJ, who, it seemed, had never really left, and said something, which Kirihara figured was a thank you, before moving out of his way, and away from the DJ booth. His energetic demeanor immediately back, he back bouncing around, purposely, or so it seemed, brushing past Sanada just enough that the vice captain fell against Yukimura. Kirihara had to smile. It didn't just seem intentional, he realized as Marui laughed and continued on, it was intentional. That was so like his senpai.

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"Hisa-chan." The Jyosei captain knew that voice, but not why that person would be here. He wasn't a TPP. He had no reason or means to get all the way out here to Atobe's mansion either. It had to be the Buchou's mind playing tricks on him, he decided. It was wishful thinking. Then he heard a second voice that made him doubt all of that.

"Kajimoto-kun, Masterpiece, we need to talk," Aoi-Sensei's voice, on the other hand, he had no reason to imagine, so he turned around. He had been standing by the door already, but now he finally realized it was open. A moment ago, he had been so lost in thought he hadn't noticed, even with that pleasant evening wind ruffling his feathers.

He turned slowly, and saw the two people standing there. One made his breath catch in his throat, while the other made him shiver slightly. Hiroshi Wakato was standing there beside his sensei, a long, white tail twitching slightly. To anyone else, his arrival might seem confusing, but Wakato himself would seem normal. Kajimoto, on the other hand, knew Wakato a lot better then that, and the way he had only his left hand in his pocket like that meant that he was nervous and scared. Takahisa fought the urge to wrap his arms around the other boy, and comfort him, but for the meantime, he only whispered, "Hiro..."

"Kajimoto-kun, stay here with Wakashi-kun a moment please," Aoi said, and Kajimoto found himself nodding dumbly before moving a bit closer to his boyfriend. He wanted to help, but knew there was nothing to do. He was confused. He was sure that Wakato would love being a positive, if it could ever happen. In fact, Wakato had expressed how cool he thought it would be, when Kajimoto had told him about it before. At the time, Kajimoto had thought it would be a hard thing to tell the other boy, because it was simply so weird, but Wakato had reacted much better then he had thought. Kajimoto knew that now it was Wakato who had something to confess, and Kajimoto planned to be just as supportive.

"Follow Ore-sama," Atobe said, walking up and getting both of their attention. Not having another choice, he and Wakato followed. Atobe led them out of the main room and into a study. He looked at the two of them with a certain amount of compassion (thought it was a small amount), and then left the two alone.

"Hiroshi, Hiro," Kajimoto said, moving to take the other boy into his arms like he had wanted to before. Wakato took a step back, and Kajimoto looked at him, feeling hurt.

"Wait," Wakato said. His voice sounded strained, and Kajimoto saw just how close he was to the edge. "Let me tell you about everything first." Kajimoto took a seat in one of the few chairs in the room, and Wakato soon followed the motion. Kajimoto waited patiently for Wakato to gather what words he wanted to say. Wakato always seemed confident, and a real ladies' man, but the truth was that just like he changed on the courts, he also changed in front of other people. The only time the change was really 'over' was when it was just him and Kajimoto. And it had taken a long time to ge even that far. The real Wakato was more fragile. The real Wakato thought over each and everything before he said it, to make sure there were no wholes for criticism.

"I... Changed for the first time yesterday," Wakato explained slowly, then made sure to look into Kajimoto's eyes as he said, "I wanted to tell you as soon as I woke up, because I had wings just like yours and..." Kajimoto must have looked just as confused as he felt, because Wakato certainly did not have wings. "Just listen. That was what happened, and I woke up a couple of hours ago and called Aoi-sensei, because I knew that you would either be here, or headed here. She told me that if I walked to the school, she would bring me here. On the way there, I bumped into someone, and got..." He indicated his tail, "That." He looked at Kajimoto, who still didn't understand.

"Are you saying, that if you touch another person, even a little, you... Change?" Kajimoto frowned. He knew that that wasn't normal, and so did Wakato. No wonder it scared him.

"It's not... Well..." He thought for a moment. "I'll show you," Wakato said, "Please, Hisa, hold me." Kajimoto wasn't sure what was going to happen, but after watching his most important person struggle by himself, he wasn't about refrain from holding him now, when he was asking for it.

He wrapped Wakato in his arms and pulled the other senior into a kiss. Unlike normal, however, he kept his eyes open even after Wakato closed his own. He watched as the tail disappeared and two wings, identical to his own, appeared through holes already cut in his shirt.

"My God," Kajimoto whispered as they parted, running his fingers over the brown hawk feathers. "My God," he repeated, while Wakato watched him with a pensive expression on his face. "God, you're beautiful baby." He began placing kisses all over a surprised Wakato's face. Slowly Wakato relaxed into a smile.

"Don't be jealous," The smirking boy chided.

Still with his arms wrapped around the lithe figure, Kajimoto said, "But I am. Of your fan girls, any way."

Wakato's eyebrow rose. "The ones you always complain are a distraction?"

"They are," Kajimoto insisted, making Wakato chuckle. "But..." The buchou looked at him seriously, "They get to long after you in public. That's what I'm jealous of."

Wakato's eyes softened a bit, and he smiled at his boyfriend. "But why be jealous of them? I don't care about them, not at all. I don't even know them, and they certainly don't know me." He gave Kajimoto a quick kiss to reassure him. "And why should you long after me, publicly or otherwise? You already have me."

That comment was hot enough that Kajimoto wanted even more so to tackle Wakato to the ground and diplomatically kiss him senseless. Still, he didn't have the chance as Jirou came in at that moment.

"Atobe asked me to help find Wakato-san a suit," the Hyotei regular said, and pretended not to notice as the Jyosei buchou took Wakato's hand.

"Come on."