When the Sun appears, it symbolizes happiness, fulfillment, poor reasoning, and inflated ego. It is eagerly welcomed and heralds happiness; the upside-down Sun warns about delays and arrogance.
Be awed by the magnificence of Atobe Keigo's bed.
It was possibly the most expensive firetrap that anyone could buy.
Silk and velvet pillows, high-thread-count sheets, curtains draped over, etc. All in magnificent shades of purple.
Indeed, it was a wonder that the thing had never caught fire.
A fire would have been a glorious way to die, Atobe had mused before. It wouldn't leave a body, and he could come back to bask in the adoration of his worshippers
Atobe did not die from fire that day, or any other day. Instead, he simply turned over and was smothered by his favorite fuchsia pillow.
Unlike those Seigaku plebeians, at least Atobe's hair was in perfect condition (slightly wavy with a hint of majestic shine) when he passed away. (Though according to popular rumors, it's fake hair anyway, so it doesn't count.)
The Empress represents birth and motherhood at best, over-protectiveness and suppressed artistry at worst. When right-side up, the birth of an actual child or a project might be on the way. The Empress reversed is a warning of financial troubles or a smothering influence.
Kabaji Munehiro was heading steadily to Atobe's house. House, in this case, referring to a four-story sprawling mansion with gilded façade and ornamental columns.
Kabaji's house was only three and a half stories high.
He remembered the conversation he had had with his team captain yesterday.
"Kabaji will wake ore-sama up at 11. Ne, Kabaji?"
"Usu."
…Or something like that.
He was currently making his way there.
Kabaji walked. Crossed a street. Kept on walking. Crossed another street.
Maybe he was contemplating the mysteries of the universe or working out a proof. After all, anything's possible.
Especially since Kabaji had just won the regional chess tournament for the fourth time in a row.
He finally made his way to Atobe's modest house, and Sebastian let him in without any question.
Kabaji made his way into Atobe's bedroom. It was exactly 10:59, one second from eleven in the morning as Kabaji opened the door.
Not noticing how still Atobe was, Kabaji touched him lightly on the shoulder.
One second passed. Then two, and then an entire minute. Atobe still hadn't woken up.
Having failed to follow an order, Kabaji self-destructed.
And the world had just lost its next Einstein.
The World is a complete whole, and shows success in all endeavors. On the other hand, it can also mean stagnation and delays before success. Like the snake swallowing its own tail, this is the change from the end of cycle to the beginning of another.
It wasn't just the glasses, Oshitari Yuushi knew.
The laid-back pose did wonders, and his voice topped it off to ensure that his popularity ranking was slightly higher than Atobe's, at least during the times that Atobe wasn't showing off.
This added up to all of fifteen minutes a month, but it was still something Oshitari could figuratively hold over Atobe's head.
As a result of winning over Atobe in something, even if it was only occasionally, Oshitari had gotten used to having periodic attempts made on his life.
The most memorable one had to be the one where Atobe made Kabaji keep Oshitari in a private theater in the Atobe mansion to watch the saddest romance movies he could scrounge up.
Atobe had been hoping that Oshitari would cry himself to death. It came close, but Kabaji had mimicked the genius and cried himself into unconsciousness first.
That day, Atobe had charged one of his most devoted servants with the task of getting rid of his competition for good.
The servant had sworn to do her best to frighten Oshitari to death, no matter the cost.
She had slept outside his door, address courtesy of the other girls at Hyoutei, the entire night. She knew she was required to wake up before the genius did, but she was just so tired.
Oshitari came out of the door – and tripped over the servant.
He immediately died a thousand fiery deaths, ashamed that he was guilty of such an un-cool action.
All the fan girls at school would mourn and cry rivers of blood, no doubt.
Oh, and his older sister would probably be upset too.
The Lovers symbolize desire and relationships, though the less positive side shows lust, a moral lapse, and indecision. The Lovers also allow their hearts to rule their head, and a change in attitude might be for the best. A new decision could affect the rest of their lives.
Optimism, joy, and excitement are trademarks of the Fool, though naïveté and immaturity are associated with the Fool as well. When the Fool turns up, it can be a sign that a new journey with its own trials is about to begin.
Mukahi Gakuto had a secret weapon to win against anyone, eventually.
Even if that Kikumaru managed to beat him in acrobatic play through some stroke of pure luck, Kikumaru could never win against him in his specialty. No one could.
See, Mukahi could make his voice go inhumanly shrill and irritating at will. And he could keep at it for hours.
Unless you gagged him, but tying and gagging Gakuto up never worked, thanks to his flexibility.
Akutagawa Jirou also had a special ability, but no one who had met him for five minutes could call it a secret.
Jirou could fall asleep anywhere, in any position, at any time. It was incredible.
His ability also had the positive effect of keeping him safe from Mukahi's secret ability, talking someone until they decided to kill him out of self-defense.
"Oi, sleeping beauty! Wake up already; I want to beat you in tennis!"
Yawn. "Gakuto…? Too tired… not enough…"
Gakuto felt like hitting someone. He was… not good enough to play against?
He wanted to beat Jirou to death with a stick. So he did.
Jirou never woke up. It's a rather negative side effect of sleeping anywhere, anytime – once you do, you can't stop.
As Mukahi stared down at his teammate's dead body, he regretted that he had to die so young and never get that video game he had wanted for ages.
Since Atobe would do something embarrassing and fatal to him if he ever found out, Mukahi decided to jump ship.
With incredible resourcefulness, Gakuto found a ship within four hours. Ignoring the idiots trying to stop him, he made his way – no one could stop him – onto the ship.
He jumped into the water. Note: he couldn't quite swim. A sort of lopsided dog paddle, but not swim.
As the spectators watched the doomed, doubly talented, clearly troubled adolescent flounder and disappear under the water, they were all thinking the same thing.
That's a girl, right?
The Star represents hope and generosity, though it can also show self-doubt and a lack of trust. In both its correct and reversed position, the Star is a lucky sign and brings gifts.
The Wheel of Fortune has to do with cycles, both towards good luck and bad luck. When the fates are kind, the Wheel of Fortune turns towards rewards and an end to problems, but even when misfortune turns up, the wheel will keep turning.
Ootori Choutarou and Shishido Ryou had become exceptionally good friends after Shishido had gotten back onto the team.
There were times when Shishido's cynicism had bothered even Ootori, and Ootori's kindness and sincerity tended to grate on Shishido's nerves occasionally.
However, the two could never stay mad at each other for long, though it depressed Shishido that he was always the first to apologize and say that he was wrong.
Seeing Choutarou mad was like kicking a puppy. A gray one, bigger than Shishido would ever be.
It still made him feel horribly guilty.
They were currently going into a store because Atobe had complained that Shishido's cap was getting too smelly.
"'If you don't get rid of that monstrosity right away, then ore-sama will have you kicked off the team. Ne, Kabaji?'" Shishido mimicked bitterly. "His wardrobe is more of a monstrosity than my cap is!"
"Shishido-san, I'm sure he wasn't trying to insult you," Ootori tried to act as the voice of reason.
Shishido stomped into the store before Choutarou could catch up and picked up a cap. It looked exactly like the one he already had on, but he went into the changing room anyway.
"Excuse me; I think my friend just came in here?" Choutarou asked meekly upon sight of the saleslady.
She gave him a rather creepy smile and led him to a door.
The gray-haired tennis player went in.
Click.
As it happened, the saleslady was a yaoi fan girl. She was sure the shorter spiky-haired one would be ecstatic to be locked together with his crush.
Shishido obviously showed gratitude only through increasingly profanity-laced shouting.
Even though she had been told never to let the door be locked if someone was inside, the saleslady knew this was for a good cause.
Except for one problem. The room had no ventilation.
Together, the Silver Pair could do anything. Anything, except get out of a locked room.